The Marquis Dingxi’s household fell into chaos.
Marquis Dingxi had fainted in his study.
Marquis Dingxi had been angered into fainting by the young mistress…
This wasn’t anything unusual. The young mistress’s ability to anger people was there for all to see. Anyone who could clash with the young mistress without being angered to collapse would be the unusual one…
Now everyone wasn’t concerned that Marquis Dingxi had fainted from anger, but rather what exactly had the Marquis done to provoke the young mistress…
Though this sounded somewhat strange.
By now it could no longer be concealed, and the news quickly spread.
The young mistress wanted a mutual separation!
Mutual separation!
The Marquis’s household immediately felt like the sky was falling!
The young mistress’s courtyard was immediately surrounded by people. There were maids and servants running about everywhere, neglected duties everywhere. Meals were served to the wrong places, clothes were washed incorrectly – for a time, the entire household was in chaos.
Madam Xie used iron-fisted methods, beat several servants, expelled several maids, dismissed several stewards, and issued gag orders. Only then did the household barely stabilize, but the panic in people’s hearts could not be suppressed.
Nanny Su stood under the eaves, looking at the gloomy sky, and couldn’t help but sigh.
This was already the fifth time she had sighed while standing here for half a day.
It was this young mistress again…
From the moment she walked out of Qiu Tong Courtyard, every action of hers could stir up the entire household.
“…You’ve disappointed me so much! Yueniang! You’ve been so heartless!…”
Marquis Dingxi’s raised voice came from the room.
Madam Xie and Chang Yuncheng were both standing by the bed. Qi Yue still held a stethoscope and blood pressure monitor in her hands, but Marquis Dingxi wouldn’t let her approach at all.
“…You’re about to leave my family, so why should I trouble you to examine my illness?” Marquis Dingxi shouted.
Qi Yue smiled.
“I’m a doctor. What I’m leaving is the identity of the Marquis’s young mistress, not the identity of a doctor. In the future, as long as you have need, Marquis, I will certainly come,” she said.
Marquis Dingxi looked at her with unprecedented hatred in his expression.
He had been played by the Emperor! He had been played by the Emperor!
He knew it – the Emperor looked down on him at all. He knew this Emperor was simply impossible to deal with!
Though he had been repeatedly careful, he was still humiliated by the Emperor!
And this humiliation was all because of this woman!
This woman had given him, Marquis Dingxi, the greatest humiliation of his life!
“Get out!” he shouted.
Qi Yue turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
Outside, Que Zhi and the other maids were all wiping tears. Seeing her come out, they cried even harder.
Qi Yue looked at them, not knowing what to say.
“Well, there’s no banquet in the world that doesn’t end…” she began, “It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. I welcome everyone to come find me anytime to play…”
She wanted to cheer everyone up, but after hearing her say this, Que Zhi and the others cried even harder.
Qi Yue sighed. There was no way to comfort them, and she didn’t know how to comfort them.
“I’m leaving,” she said simply and lifted her foot to walk away.
The maids panicked and all knelt down.
“Young mistress, young mistress, please don’t leave…”
Someone led the way, and everyone began shouting chaotically.
This sound carried into the room, and Marquis Dingxi was angered into another coughing fit.
“Let her go! Let her go! Let her know that without my Marquis Dingxi’s household, what is she worth!” Marquis Dingxi shouted.
“Don’t get angry. What’s the point of getting angry with such a person?” Madam Xie sat down to comfort him. “Do you think she really wants to leave? It’s just a threat. Let her make trouble – see what she dares to do!”
By now, either they would voluntarily not take a wife, or Qi Yue would voluntarily agree to the marriage – only then could this matter be settled. But both paths would become a humiliation for Marquis Dingxi!
He had personally submitted a petition requesting to marry a wife for his son, yet now he himself was not marrying a wife for his son – what would outsiders think of him?
What had he, Marquis Dingxi, become? Someone with nothing better to do who voluntarily stood up to perform face-slapping for everyone’s entertainment?
But if he wanted that woman to agree, his entire family would have to speak nicely to her!
This was that woman’s reliance, wasn’t it? That’s why she dared to make such a bold commotion!
Why should he! A woman! Bow his head to this woman! And the reason for bowing his head was simply because of a woman!
If he did that, what would he, Marquis Dingxi, become? Would all his many women have to go speak nicely to his legitimate wife?
A man! What man in the world would do such a thing? He, Marquis Dingxi, prided himself on being romantic, yet would ultimately be humiliated by a woman – could he still be called a man?