TSWRLM -Chapter 54 Wei Lingze, You Really Deserve to Die

“What kind of look is that? Master Shen and this young madam are our lifesavers. If they hadn’t arrived in time, we could all be dead.”

Before Chun Xi could respond, the people rescued from the teahouse all stepped forward to speak on Shen Qingyuan’s behalf.

They had also seen Shen Qingyuan help Chun Xi lift her hair earlier, and their admiration naturally grew as they spoke.

“Master Shen is truly lucky to have such a kind wife.”

“And Master Shen and the madam look so well-matched. They’ll surely have many children and a long, loving life together.”

“Master Shen and the madam saved my entire family’s lives. From today on, I will pray every day for their happiness and long-lasting blessings.”

The earlier flattery for Wei Lingze had sounded pleasant, but it was nothing compared to the genuine voices of these ordinary people.

Chun Xi immediately stopped feeling upset. She smiled: “My lord loves doing good deeds, and I’m just following his example. If anyone ever speaks badly of him again, you can help scold them a little.”

Chun Xi smiled warmly, her eyes curved with delight. Standing next to Shen Qingyuan, with her hair neatly styled in a married woman’s bun, she looked delicate and charming.

Wei Lingze’s face turned ashen.

Were these people blind? Where did they see any compatibility between the two of them?

Coldly, Wei Lingze said: “Master Shen has already lost two wives. Recently, I haven’t heard of any wedding banquet at the Marquis residence—when did he even have a madam?”

Wei Lingze had never believed that Shen Qingyuan married Chun Xi willingly. Knowing there had been no banquet, he was even more certain this marriage was the work of Madam Mo.

Not only was there no wedding banquet, but even today’s return-visit gifts were meager.

Chun Xi wanted to put on the act of a loving couple? He would tear off her disguise!

Sure enough, as soon as Wei Lingze spoke, the crowd’s praise stopped.

Shen Qingyuan remained calm. He took Chun Xi’s hand and said: “My wife does not like ostentation. Though we didn’t hold a wedding banquet, the equivalent silver has been added to my wife’s private treasury, and her name is already recorded in the family genealogy. Nephew, do you want to personally go to the Marquis residence to check the records?”

The word “nephew” stunned everyone in Jingzhao Prefecture.

Nephew?

How could Master Wei be Shen Qingyuan’s nephew? Where did this relation come from?

Wei Lingze’s face darkened further.

Back when Xiao Qinghe had called out “Uncle Shen,” he had realized he might fall below Shen Qingyuan in status in the future—but he never expected Shen Qingyuan to assert seniority over him in public.

If he acknowledged Shen Qingyuan as his uncle, wouldn’t he have to call Chun Xi “aunt” as well?

This old man had some nerve!

A burning rage seared through him, and he lost all reason. He turned on Chun Xi, venomously:
“The woman by Master Shen’s side once served as a maid in the Wei household, attending to me personally for three whole years. Such a lowly person—what shameful methods did she use to climb into Master Shen’s bed?”

At these words, the crowd’s gaze toward Chun Xi shifted.

Even though many had just been saved from the brink of death by Chun Xi, the disparity in status between her and Shen Qingyuan made them more willing to believe Wei Lingze.

A woman of lowly status—surely she must have used unsavory means to win favor from a superior.

Chun Xi was no stranger to such looks.

She had endured Wei Lingze’s mood swings, gained his trust and reliance, and served as his personal maid. Yet no one acknowledged her strength and effort—they assumed the worst of her.

Everyone had forgotten that before her, several maids had died at Wei Lingze’s hands.

The eldest son of the Wei family, serene and composed, was actually a merciless killer.

No one wanted to serve him. Chun Xi had no choice but to survive as a pitiful creature with no other path.

Before, as a lowly servant, she could only endure cruel words.

But now, everything was different.

Chun Xi stepped forward swiftly and, with all her strength, slapped Wei Lingze hard.

Smack!

The sound of the slap echoed sharply. Wei Lingze’s head was turned to the side, blood running from his lips. Those standing nearby couldn’t help but gasp.

“Whoa—this young madam packs a punch!”

Wei Lingze barely felt pain—the left side of his face was numb, his ear buzzing, his mind blank.

He couldn’t believe it. This woman, who had served him meticulously for three years without ever speaking back, had just slapped him!

Had she gone mad?

“You…”

His pupils shook as he tried to speak, but before he could say more, Shen Qingyuan backhanded him.

Shen Qingyuan’s strength far surpassed Chun Xi’s.

Wei Lingze staggered back several steps.

Everyone in Jingzhao Prefecture almost had their eyes pop out.

Was Shen Qingyuan possessed? He actually dared strike Wei Lingze—didn’t he fear retaliation from the Wei family, losing even his official position?

Shen Qingyuan’s slap fully sobered Wei Lingze.

Chun Xi’s slap had shocked him; Shen Qingyuan’s was pure humiliation.

In all his life, he had never been slapped.

Today, he vowed to shred this old man and feed him to the dogs!

Seething with rage, Wei Lingze drew the nearest officer’s sword to attack Shen Qingyuan. Xiao Qinghe ran and leapt from behind to grab him: “Wei Lang, you mustn’t!”

Now a married woman, Xiao Qinghe had her hair in a bun. She didn’t look mature, but the style added a hint of charm—like a peony in full bloom, stunningly beautiful.

She rarely went out and usually wore a veil. Seeing such a gorgeous woman, everyone unconsciously held their breath, afraid to disturb her.

But Wei Lingze didn’t care. He yanked her arm violently, throwing her to the ground.

Xiao Qinghe scraped her palm.

“Young Madam! Are you alright?”

The maid Quezhi rushed to help her.

Xiao Qinghe, ignoring the pain, pushed Quezhi aside and grabbed the sword from Wei Lingze’s hand.

The blade cut into her delicate palm, drawing blood.

The crowd winced at her injury. Even Wei Lingze, in his fury, regained some reason and dropped the sword.

Li Mingde hurried forward to mediate: “Master Wei, don’t waste anger on someone unworthy. Escort the madam home first—it’s important.”

Xiao Qinghe was the Xiao family’s precious daughter; returning home injured would upset both families’ harmony.

Wei Lingze’s face was as cold as water. He wrapped her hand with a sweat cloth.

Despite her pale face from pain, Xiao Qinghe insisted: “Little Aunt, I’m sorry. I apologize to you on behalf of my husband.”

Chun Xi: “…!”

Causing such a beautiful girl to get hurt—Wei Lingze, you really do deserve to die!