Ever since they returned from the imperial palace, Lan Murou was rarely seen by Tantai Ye. She was out every day, not at home.
Especially after attending Wei Qingge's wedding, Ye Luan's due date arrived, and she often stayed at Beigong.
Tantai Ye was also very busy. During his absence, a mountain of military affairs had piled up, waiting for his处理. Coupled with Liu Rongruo's grand wedding, he was almost constantly on his feet. wΑp.kanshu伍.net
In autumn, orioles sang in the warm sunlight. Recently, the nights in the capital were not so cold.
As Tantai Ye rode his horse, intending to find her at Beigong, he saw her standing at a small stall in the moonlight of the long street, chatting and laughing with a man.
He couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could see the man lowering his eyebrows and smiling indulgently.
At that moment, the suppressed killing intent in his heart surged like a rolling river, engulfing his heart.
His hand instantly produced a hidden weapon, which shot towards the man.
By the time Zuo Yan sensed the killing intent, it was already too late. He narrowly dodged the fatal blow, and the hidden weapon embedded itself in his shoulder.
Lan Murou was startled and turned back, only to see Tantai Ye approaching them with a sinister expression.
"General."
Zuo Yan, seeing the person arrive, was slightly surprised, not understanding what was happening.
The pain from his shoulder instantly turned his face pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Tantai Ye rode his horse closer, stepping on Zuo Yan's shoulder, his expression grim.
"Someone from the Censorate of Left Grand, daring to covet my person. Do you not wish to live?"
His force was too great. As he stepped on the bleeding wound, Zuo Yan instantly fell to the ground in pain.
Lan Murou knew he had misunderstood, but she was so angered by his series of actions that her lips trembled.
Without a word, she first went to help the person on the ground.
Tantai Ye watched her actions, his gaze filled with rage. He grabbed her arm and flung her onto the horse.
Lan Murou, held captive by him, couldn't help but scold him angrily.
"Tantai Ye, what madness has gotten into you? Send him to see a doctor!"
"For this piece of trash, you're shouting at me."
Seeing the undisguised malicious killing in his eyes, her palms turned white and trembled.
It was always like this; he never changed.
"No time to bother with me, but time for sweet talk with other men, is it?"
Jealousy and anger had completely consumed Tantai Ye, making his face look somewhat terrifying.
Lan Murou didn't want to pay him any mind. She struggled to get off the horse but was held tightly by him.
Zuo Yan watched the two entangled figures on the horse and stood up, holding his shoulder.
He had just returned from Liangzhou. He had been captivated by this Miss Lan at the Young Marquis's wedding banquet. He had not known she was from the General's mansion, and he had been presumptuous.
"General, Miss Lan is unmarried----"
Before he could finish speaking, Tantai Ye drew his sword and held it to his head.
"She is my wife."
Zuo Yan was stunned and looked at the woman who had not yet tied up her hair, his lips moving.
Tantai Ye sneered, "If the Censorate of Left Grand no longer wishes to function, you may submit a memorial tomorrow and retire to your hometown."
With that, he didn't give Zuo Yan a chance to speak. He directly held the person in his arms and turned his horse to leave.
Lan Murou no longer wanted to struggle, her eyes filled with indifference.
She had only met Young Master Zuo formally for the first time today. Previously, they had only met a few times from afar.
After leaving Beigong today, she saw him waiting at the palace gates, his demeanor simple and kind.
He offered to escort her back to the mansion, and she saw through his intentions. Thinking to take this opportunity to clarify things, she agreed.
Who knew Tantai Ye would run into them and attack without discerning right from wrong, injuring someone.
She was foolish. For the past few months, she had been deceived by his outward appearance.
How could someone like him ever change?
The atmosphere between them was silent all the way.
Upon returning to the mansion, Lan Murou closed the door with a cold face, completely ignoring the person behind her.
Tantai Ye, having been shut out, directly climbed in through the window.
He strode to the sofa and looked at her, who was reading a book, his face somber and silent.
"General, you've come to the wrong place. This is not the General's mansion."
Her tone made it as if he were a stranger. The anxiety and apprehension of the past few months erupted at that moment.
He grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him, his eyes dark.
"So, you've been unwilling to agree to marry me because you intended to find someone else?"
Lan Murou felt pain from his grip and looked at him with cold eyes.
"If the General wants to go mad, go back to your own mansion."
"I'm mad?" He smiled grimly. "Lan Murou, if I were truly mad, I would have dealt with you long ago."
As soon as he spoke, he saw her chest heaving with anger. He immediately regretted it. Just as he was about to coax her, she forcefully shook off his hand.
"Tantai Ye, am I destined to have no freedom in this life? Am I only to be your prisoner forever, depending on you for survival, for you to be satisfied?"
Whether in the past or present, he always wanted only himself in her life, and those who approached her met a bad end.
She was truly tired of his suspicion.
"Do you even consider me a person?"
Her eyes were red, tears welling in the corners, and her gaze towards him was filled with exhaustion and disappointment.
Tantai Ye's heart felt as if it were being sliced by a knife. Ice shards raged within him, causing him pain and making it difficult to breathe.
He reached out to embrace her, but she turned away.
"Get out."
Lan Murou turned and intended to walk to the couch.
Tantai Ye hurriedly suppressed the anger and jealousy in his heart and reached out to grab her hand.
She pulled forcefully but couldn't break free.
"Let go."
Hearing her cold voice, Tantai Ye quickly released her.
Lan Murou, dragging her weary body, sat back on the couch.
He gently followed her from behind. Seeing her lower the curtain, he hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to open it, intending to embrace her.
"I don't want to see you. Please leave."
After finally getting her to not resist him so much, everything was ruined.
Tantai Ye's heart was in a panic. He ignored everything else, forcefully pulled her onto his lap, held her tightly in his embrace, and tightened his grip around her waist.
Lan Murou's head spun from his actions, and her suppressed anger was on the verge of erupting.
Sensing her change in emotion, he tightened his grip further and buried his head in her embrace.
"Rou'er, I was wrong."
A muffled, aggrieved voice came from within her embrace.
She froze, her expression changing slightly.
Tantai Ye tightened his hold around her waist, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.
"But I truly detest other men getting close to you. I want to kill them."
The air became still.
The cool night breeze blew in through the window, bringing a hint of coolness into the room.
Lan Murou lowered her gaze, a sense of powerlessness washing over her.
Having encountered such a madman, her life was ruined.
She accepted it.
She truly accepted it.
Tantai Ye heard no response and looked up.
"Rou'er."
Lan Murou looked at his head of white hair, took a deep breath, and explained.
"I've only met him a few times. This time, seeing him waiting at Beigong, I wanted to clarify things. There's no other relationship."
"But Tantai Ye, you attacked someone without reason. It's too much."
"But he desires you."
His eyes were shrouded in a terrifying aura.
Lan Murou said, "Do you want to drive everyone around me to extinction before you're satisfied?"
Tantai Ye's hand tightened. "I didn't."
"If someone shows kindness, you attack them. Tantai Ye, you might as well go to the wilderness and kill people. That place suits you better."
"----"
Tantai Ye, scolded by her, felt wronged.
"If you continue to be like this, I'm truly tired." kΑnshu伍.ξà
Her voice carried a hint of disappointment, and her once soft face was covered with a layer of frost.
He immediately tightened his hold. "I was wrong."