How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 641: Actually Being Overbearing

Even though Pei Yu’s gaze didn’t sweep over that stack of papers, his thoughts constantly lingered on them.

He didn’t know whether Shen Wanqing was writing letters to someone.

In the past, he could have cared less.

After all, he didn’t believe anyone could surpass his charm.

But now, with Baili Kong in the Capital, it’s hard not to care.

Truth be told, he’s a narrow-minded man who couldn’t stand his woman being involved with someone else.

Especially since this woman has always been dear to his heart, and over the years, instead of erasing her from his mind, her imprint has only grown deeper.

He couldn’t help but project this onto Xiang Hui; if she were writing such letters, he might only consider them family letters.

But with Shen Wanqing, it’s something he just can’t ignore.

Looking at Shen Wanqing, he found her indifferent, not willing to offer any explanation.

Pei Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in his heart.

"Let’s go, Wanqing, let’s eat."

Shen Wanqing replied, "No need, we just returned after eating."

Pei Yu felt somewhat disappointed; out of ten times he sought Shen Wanqing, at least nine times he was rejected.

Pei Shu’er laughed, "Father, since Mother has eaten, why don’t you eat by yourself?"

Pei Yu glared at Pei Shu’er; how could this little one betray him like this?

At that moment, a guard from the Prince Mansion approached.

"Princess Consort, Mrs. Shen, Mr. Pei, Aunt Xiang Hui from the Pei Mansion has arrived."

Pei Shu’er was curious to see what Xiang Hui intended to do, daring to come to the Prince Mansion.

With her presence here, her beloved mother wouldn’t suffer a loss.

Guided by the guards, Xiang Hui approached them and first greeted Pei Yu.

"Master."

Then she turned to Pei Shu’er and gracefully saluted.

"Princess Consort."

She had expected Pei Shu’er to assist her up, but she didn’t.

Xiang Hui straightened her posture and smiled while speaking to Shen Wanqing.

"Wanqing, why didn’t you agree to attend the old madam’s birthday banquet when the young servant from the Pei Mansion came to invite you?"

Pei Shu’er raised her eyebrows; Xiang Hui was a concubine and Shen Wanqing the main wife, even if Xiang Hui entered the household earlier, she should still address her as "sister," right?

A concubine, no matter how much, shouldn’t be directly addressing the main wife’s name, should she?

Shen Wanqing noticed this detail too but couldn’t be bothered to correct it.

She replied coldly, "Not feeling well."

Xiang Hui smiled, "I happened to hear you weren’t well, so I brought Doctor Li, a renowned physician from the Capital, to examine you, sister."

Shen Wanqing glanced at Doctor Li, looking somewhat listless.

Xiang Hui continued, "Please extend your hand, so the doctor can examine you, and then you can attend the old madam’s birthday banquet."

Xiang Hui’s words sounded caring on the surface,

But if taken the wrong way, they were indeed aggressive.

Anyone hearing Shen Wanqing’s reasoning would know she was unwilling to go.

Yet Xiang Hui insisted on pressing the matter, wanting to uncover something.

Of course, it’s highly unlikely she would find out anything.

If that’s the case, wouldn’t she just get away with mocking Shen Wanqing?

Pei Shu’er calmly said, "Aunt, what’s your intention? Does my mother have to report to you, a concubine, if she decides not to attend the banquet?"

As soon as these words left her mouth, Xiang Hui’s face changed, her eyes filled with tears as she looked toward Pei Yu.

But Pei Yu’s expression remained indifferent; his head lowered as if lost in thought, his gaze never leaving Shen Wanqing’s inkstone.

Xiang Hui’s allure was wasted on the blind as she walked over and clung to Pei Yu’s arm, shaking it slightly.

"Master..."

Pei Yu glanced at the calm expression on Shen Wanqing’s face, then at the coquettish look on Xiang Hui’s face, and decisively withdrew his arm from Xiang Hui’s hold.

He said matter-of-factly, "Speak without using your hands."

Xiang Hui gritted her teeth, "Master, I’m here to invite Sister to attend the old madam’s birthday banquet."

"I heard Sister wasn’t well, so I specifically brought a doctor for her well-being."

After saying this, Shen Wanqing let out a light laugh, but she didn’t expose Xiang Hui’s facade.

She’d seen enough of Xiang Hui’s tricks over the years.

In any case, even if Pei Yu could resist at first, he would eventually side with Xiang Hui.

Pei Yu had never stood by her side.

Just as she was about to speak, Pei Yu began to speak.

"Xiang Hui, you shouldn’t force Wanqing on this matter."

Seeing Pei Yu protecting Shen Wanqing, Xiang Hui had no other recourse.

Glancing at Pei Shu’er, who looked at her indifferently, she quickly thought of a scheme.

If she couldn’t trouble Shen Wanqing, then targeting Pei Shu’er would only distress Shen Wanqing more.

"Master, what troubles me is Shu’er’s attitude. I am, after all, her aunt; how could she speak to me like that? Is it that after becoming the Princess Consort, she disregards us?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Shu’er remained unaffected, but Shen Wanqing was incensed; her calmness vanished, replaced by anger.

"You treat me poorly, yet expect my daughter to treat you well?"

"You call yourself her aunt; you flatter yourself too much. Xiang Hui, don’t think just because I tolerate you, you can do as you please—it’s because I find it beneath me to compete with you."

"Now that you’re aiming at my daughter, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

These words left Xiang Hui momentarily stunned, and she clung even tighter to Pei Yu, as if terribly frightened.

Shen Wanqing didn’t speak further, simply watched Pei Yu silently, her voice tinged with frost.

"Pei Yu, are you leaving with her?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Yu couldn’t help but feel a surge of delight in his heart.

He finally saw Shen Wanqing pining and feeling jealous for him after so long.

Pei Yu shook his head, "No, I only want to be with you."

Shen Wanqing responded plainly, "Then why aren’t you coming over?"

Pei Yu left Xiang Hui and stood beside Shen Wanqing.

Shen Wanqing looked down at Xiang Hui, "You can leave now, and in the future, don’t come to bother us."

"This is the Prince Mansion, not the Pei Mansion where you can run wild."

At this moment, Shen Wanqing’s demeanor was somewhat fierce but radiated a certain powerful aura, captivating Pei Yu even more.

It was as if he saw the Shen Wanqing of many years ago, who had forcefully inserted herself into his world, brooking no refusal.

After Xiang Hui left, Shen Wanqing snorted coldly.

"To speak of me is one thing, but to speak of my daughter—who does she think she is?"

Pei Shu’er laughed as she took Shen Wanqing’s arm.

"I knew mother always cares for me the most."

Shen Wanqing and Pei Shu’er exchanged smiles, a picture of warmth.

"Wanqing, there’s something I wish to discuss," Pei Yu said.

Shen Wanqing turned to Pei Yu; if he hadn’t spoken, she would’ve forgotten he was even there.

"What do you want to say?"

Pei Yu smiled, "Actually, I also hope you can attend my mother’s birthday banquet; after all, you are the lady of the Pei Mansion."