"General? Her? Then I'm the Empress!"
Madam Pei saw nothing in Su Man but arrogance and conceit, not the slightest trace of bearing.
"Come to think of it, someone like her would have had no trouble becoming the Empress in the old days."
For some reason, Pei Zhuoyun felt that Su Qiao was the kind of person who had truly seen the world.
Not the sort of worldly experience one gained from studying abroad and picking up a few foreign words, but... the kind that came from seeing real bloodshed.
Perhaps she and Du Jingzhou really were the most well-matched pair.
Both of them possessed the same unyielding ruthlessness.
"Zhuoyun, you... you haven't fallen for her too, have you?"
Madam Pei clutched her chest and looked at her eldest son worriedly.
Pei Zhuoyun glanced at her and fell silent for a moment. "She's the most captivating woman I've ever met. Unfortunately, she's already taken an interest in Du Jingzhou."
"A woman like her won't easily change her mind once she's chosen someone, so I won't waste my effort."
Pei Zhuoyun appeared to be answering his mother, but he knew that, more than anything, he was warning himself.
Madam Pei breathed a sigh of relief. "You nearly scared your mother to death."
"What are you two talking about? The guests are all outside. Why aren't you going to entertain them?"
Father Pei came downstairs after finishing his discussion with someone, only to find that the atmosphere in the banquet hall was strange—and that neither his wife nor his son was there.
"Where's Yulou? Did he run off again?"
"He did. Just now..." Madam Pei was about to tell her husband what had happened.
Pei Zhuoyun beat her to it and gave an objective summary of the situation.
Father Pei was somewhat