After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen-Chapter 530 - 351 A Kiss (Requesting Monthly Pass)_2

Chapter 530: Chapter 351 A Kiss (Requesting Monthly Pass)_2
Guo Song asked, "Should we keep it from His Highness?"
Pei Zhan gave him a glance, "Did you get your head caught in the door?"
Guo Song was left bewildered by the scolding.
Fu Zhen chuckled softly, "If we act in secret, wouldn’t that be considered surveillance?"
Guo Song suddenly understood and turned to get things done immediately.
Whether Yang Yi enters the palace or not, and whether he eventually reunites with the Emperor and Empress, he remains the rightful eldest son of Great Zhou—it’s an unchangeable fact.
If he were to mistakenly believe the Pei family is surveilling him, what benefit would that bring to the Pei family?
Even if we take a step back, and he chooses to quietly disappear into the crowds in the future, right now he has delivered such crucial news to Great Zhou and specifically sought out Fu Zhen and Mrs. Ning, avoiding Pei Zhan. This is based on trust. Therefore, we cannot betray this trust.
The three returned inside, where three cups of leftover tea sat on the table, silencing everyone momentarily upon seeing them.
Yang Yi, who had disappeared like a mystery for so long, suddenly appeared before them, still leaving them somewhat in disbelief.
But more importantly, they had to figure out how to respond to this situation next.
"The Emperor and Empress have been searching for the eldest prince for so many years, and now that he’s right here, if they find out we’ve been hiding his whereabouts, it might not end well for us," Fu Zhen sighed.
"But the eldest prince repeatedly urged us not to reveal his whereabouts, we absolutely cannot go against his wishes!" Mrs. Ning swiftly reminded, "He has suffered too much, and after going through so much, no one could be completely without any resentment."
Fu Zhen found herself speechless and could only keep silent.
Pei Zhan sat aside for a while and then said, "We can discuss this later. What’s most urgent now is to quickly deliver the news from the northwest to the palace, so the court can quickly order the northwest to take precautions.
"The war in the northwest absolutely cannot be allowed to spread again. I must enter the palace early tomorrow."
With that, he folded the paper Yang Yi had previously written and tucked it into his chest. Then he picked up the helmet placed beside him, "It’s getting late, I’ll head back to the mansion first."
After he finished, he looked Fu Zhen over a few more times and asked her, "Are your injuries serious? Will you stay here with Mother tonight or come back with me?"
Fu Zhen was about to speak when Mrs. Ning pushed her into Pei Zhan’s arms first, "Go back, of course go back! A daughter married is like spilled water, I’m not keeping her!"
Pei Zhan chuckled at this, extended his arms to embrace Fu Zhen, steadying her posture, "Then I’ll take this pot of water! We won’t disturb Mother’s rest, your son-in-law will take her back first."
"Go on then. See where she’s hurt? Remember to apply some medicine for her."
Mrs. Ning waved her handkerchief dismissively, as if the mere presence of Fu Zhen was enough to annoy her.
Pei Zhan acknowledged the order, then happily lifted Fu Zhen sideways and strode out of the courtyard.
Jin Zhu just happened to come in and upon seeing them, quickly made way, then watched their backs with a wide, joyous smile.
Fu Zhen wasn’t seriously injured, just had some scrapes on her skin, arms, and elbows. For Liang Ning, this would be nothing, but now because this body is so weak, everyone finds these injuries worrying.
Upon returning to Pei Mansion, Pei Zhan carried her all the way from the carriage into the room.
Fu Zhen protested along the way, but he ignored her objections, so she let it go.
After laying her on the divan, Pei Zhan rolled up her sleeve, and seeing the three purplish-red blood marks on her ivory arm, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Her other arm also showed some scrapes.
He looked up and said, "When I catch that Lian fellow, I’ll surely carve out some flesh to let you vent your anger."
Fu Zhen looked deep into his eyes, "I’m really not that delicate. In the past, when my brother and I went to the battlefield, injuries a foot long on my hands and feet didn’t even make me shed a tear."
"That’s different." Pei Zhan lowered his head, then took out some ointment from the cabinet and rolled up her sleeve higher, using his fingers to gently apply the ointment, "You’re a general of Great Zhou, I have no say. But now, now you’re my wife, and I won’t allow anyone to harm you even a bit."
Fu Zhen reached out to touch his hair, "Zhan Er."
Pei Zhan’s hand slowed for a moment, then resumed picking up the ointment.
"Does Miss Fu want to act like my aunt again?"
"You fool, call me Taiping." Fu Zhen gently pinched his earlobe.
Pei Zhan’s hand paused. He didn’t speak for a while.
After some time, his hand applying the ointment became particularly gentle.