Chapter 50: Marrying Me Is a Gain, Not a Loss

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Zhang Fu watched as each of his lackeys was knocked down, trembling with fear, unable to utter a refusal.

He crawled before Fang Ning, suppressing his nausea as he kowtowed repeatedly. “Mistress, I was wrong, I... ugh... I like you. Please, don’t be upset!”

“Then are you willing to marry me and take me home?” Fang Ning asked, coyly twisting her body.

“Ugh...” Zhang Fu even vomited up some bile, “I... uh... I’m not willing. Mistress, please spare me. Whatever silver you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Zhang Fu burst into tears.

“Please spare me. I truly know my mistake. I beg you, Mistress.”

Marry her? How was that any different from living a lifetime without ever sleeping with a woman?

“No way. You said you liked me, so you must marry me. Don’t worry, young master, I can easily bear seven or eight children, to continue your family line. And I guarantee they’ll all be as beautiful as me. Marrying me is no loss!”

Si Yuheng felt his stomach churn again.

Zhang Fu staggered to his feet, crashed into the earthen wall by the roadside, and collapsed.

Fang Ning: “...”

“Sis, look, people are willing to die for me. I really am too beautiful,” Fang Ning struck an S-shaped pose.

Si Yuheng silently turned her head away, unwilling to let Fang Ning’s antics taint her eyes.

Zhang Fu, not quite unconscious, nearly vomited again at her words, almost exposing himself.

Si Yuheng approached, struck Zhang Fu with a palm strike that knocked him out, fed him a pill, then tossed him into the nearby wild grass.

The other lackeys were also knocked out and discarded there.

Si Yuheng stripped their clothes off Zhang Fu, pinched marks into his body, and arranged the grass to simulate the aftermath of a chaotic scene.

Fang Ning squatted nearby, clicking her tongue. “Sis, you have this kind of hobby? Why not just castrate him directly?”

Si Yuheng shot her a glance, full of murderous intent, warning Fang Ning silently.

Fang Ning shut her mouth.

After finishing, Si Yuheng leapt onto the road and, without a word, grabbed Fang Ning by the collar and left.

Fang Ning: “... Sis, I’m worthless.”

“At least you have some self-awareness.”

Fang Ning: “!!!”

Outmatched.

Endure!

Si Yuheng avoided everyone and returned to the backyard of Quanwei Tower.

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She frowned at Fang Ning. “How did you get yourself into this state? Not dead but disgusting enough?”

Fang Ning made a delicate gesture with her fingers. “Don’t I look good like this?”

“One: change immediately. Two: I’ll break your legs!”

“Boring, bullying people.”

Fang Ning whined, removing a long-haired black mole from her lips, wiping away exaggerated red lipstick and flared nostrils, finally making herself bearable to Si Yuheng.

But just thinking of Fang Ning’s mannerisms unsettled Si Yuheng’s stomach.

For the past two days, he probably wouldn’t be able to eat.

After restoring her appearance, Si Yuheng carried Fang Ning through the window back into their previous private room.

Seeing them return, Fang Ling finally relaxed the tightness around her throat.

“Ningning, how are you?” She looked worried, fearing Fang Ning had gotten hurt.

“Big sister, don’t worry, I’m fine. They couldn’t recognize us anyway. Let’s go change clothes.”

“Are you really okay?”

“See? I’m perfectly fine.”

With that, Fang Ning and Fang Ling went to the next private room to change clothes and fix their hair.

After putting on her outer garment, Fang Ling said, “Ningning, honestly, if you were a girl, you’d be really pretty.”

Fang Ning snorted, “Am I less good-looking because I’m a boy?”

“You’re good-looking, but girls are prettier.”

“Big sister, if you look down on me, I’ll tell grandma when we get back and have her scold you!”

“That’s not what I meant. How could I look down on you? If it weren’t for you today, who knows what would have happened. Ningning, I won’t come to town again—it’s too dangerous.”

“It’s others who are bad, not you. You can’t stop living just because of fear. Young master promised to teach me martial arts. When I can teach you too, you won’t have to worry about bad people bullying you!”

“But I’m a girl. Can I learn?”

“Why not? Weren’t there female generals before? How could they lead troops without martial skills? Also, big sister, since you like tinkering with things like water guns, you can make self-defense gadgets.”

“Huh? Self-defense?”

“Look, I modified a water gun into a pepper spray gun. Didn’t that cause trouble for the people of Xujia Village? Think differently—what if instead of water, you used needles or something? I heard young master tell me stories about a secret weapon called the ‘Storm Pear Blossom Needles’ that made a legend invincible in the martial world.”

“Storm Pear Blossom Needles?” Fang Ling’s mind lit up with an idea. “Can I try it when I get back?”

“Of course! Big sister, tinkering with these gadgets isn’t pointless. Some people are so skilled they can carve wood into living figures that even move!”

Fang Ling was amazed.

“When we get back, I’ll ask young master to find books on this or see if there’s a master who can teach us. We’ll apprentice ourselves.”

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“Ningning, can I really do this?”

“Of course. I even believe I can pass the imperial exam and become an official someday.”

No one had ever said such things to Fang Ling before.

The toys she made for her younger siblings were because her family couldn’t afford to buy them. She always worried people would say she wasn’t ladylike, but now someone told her that doing this well could lead to a bright future.

“Ningning, you believe in me?”

“Yes, big sister, just wait—I’ll definitely find books about mechanisms for you. If you like making these things, we’ll become outstanding experts in gadgetry.”

Fang Ling, innocent, instantly felt inspired and no longer discouraged.

“Okay, I’ll study hard,” Fang Ling nodded, beaming brightly.

The two then returned to their private room.

As soon as Fang Ning entered, she met Si Yuheng’s lingering gaze.

Fang Ning felt guilty, avoiding eye contact and laughing awkwardly as she sat down.

But Si Yuheng’s eyes remained fixed on her.

Unable to bear it, Fang Ning clasped her hands quietly, pleading silently for Si Yuheng not to hold a grudge.

Only then did Si Yuheng withdraw his gaze.

Fang Ning patted her chest and turned to figure out how to soothe the big boss.

Otherwise, what if he decided to settle things with a fierce palm strike?

A wise person adapts!

Having once faced death, she valued her life greatly.

The waiter brought the next dishes. Fang Hong and the other two, carefree, happily ate.

After the meal, Fang Ning went to buy scraps of cloth. Fang Ling, fearful of causing more trouble after Zhang Fu’s incident, refused to leave.

Fang Fei, seeing Fang Ling stay behind, also remained.

Fang Ning took Fang Hong and Fang Yu to the fabric shop.

The shop owner saw three young children and lazily asked, “Kids, what do you want? Our fabrics aren’t cheap. If you can’t afford them, don’t touch. Can you pay if you snag the cloth with your calloused hands?”

Fang Hong and Fang Yu instantly blushed and didn’t dare step forward.

Originally planning to buy more cloth to make clothes, Fang Ning raised an eyebrow and said, “I haven’t even said what I want to buy, yet you’re so sure I can’t afford it? Second brother, third brother, let’s go across the street. The town has more than one fabric shop.”