Chapter 131: I’m Face-Blind and Don’t Like Beauties, Setting Off for the Capital

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: I’m Face-Blind and Don’t Like Beauties, Setting Off for the Capital

"Young Master, you’re back. Do you need some soup to sober up?"

Liu Yuheng was admiring the moon in the front courtyard when she saw Pei Shaoqing stumble in, reeking of alcohol. She hurried forward to support him.

Breathing in the fragrant scent that wafted over and feeling the softness on his arm, Pei Shaoqing felt even more intoxicated. He waved his hand and said, "No need. I didn’t drink that much."

"Then let me help you to your room, Young Master." Liu Yuheng’s voice was soft and gentle. Though she was over thirty—a truly mature woman—her voice had the sweet, delicate quality of a young girl.

Although Pei Shaoqing could walk on his own, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse her kind offer. "To Sister Shuang’s room."

Liu Yuheng paused for a moment. Though she was used to the sons of wealthy families taking many wives and concubines, she still felt a bit uncomfortable. She simply hummed in acknowledgment and helped him toward the inner residence.

"Madam, do you truly believe I’m just a lecher who craves beautiful women and indulges in pleasure?" Pei Shaoqing took in her reaction and asked with a drunken hiccup.

Hearing this, Liu Yuheng pressed her moist, red lips together and said softly, "Young Master, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. It’s perfectly normal for men and women to be intimate. Besides, for someone of your noble status, what’s taking a few more women?"

"Madam, you’ve truly misunderstood me!" Pei Shaoqing sighed, a look of helplessness on his face. "The truth is, I’m face-blind and have no interest in beautiful women. The only reason I’m so diligent in matters between men and women is that my Marquis Wei Yuan’s Mansion has too few members. I have a duty to sire heirs and expand the family line."

As the saying goes, a man three parts drunk can act well enough to make you cry. Pei Shaoqing suddenly gripped Liu Yuheng’s delicate hand, his eyes filled with exhaustion. "Why else would I go to such lengths? A true man should aspire to uphold justice! I don’t want to be lost in the charms of women, either..."

Watching the rambling Pei Shaoqing, who seemed to be speaking his sober thoughts while drunk, Liu Yuheng realized she had misunderstood him.

Being the son of Marquis Weiyuan was an honor.

But it was also a heavy burden.

Though he was the Baron of Pingyang, he was still just a young man in his early twenties. To have to build a career and expand his family line at the same time—how arduous must that be?

In that moment, Liu Yuheng, who had already entered her middle years, was overcome with maternal affection. Her heart ached for him, and her eyes filled with tenderness and pity. "I only learned today... I never imagined that while the Young Master always appears so calm and in control, you are actually filled with such exhaustion and bitterness inside."

’If he were my own son, I could never bear to see him shoulder so much pressure at such a young age.’

’How cruel these great and noble families are!’

Wait!

Liu Yuheng suddenly remembered something. A suspicious look on her face, she blurted out, "If you don’t like doing... that sort of thing, why did you come up with so many ways to play with Lan’Er?"

The moment the words left her mouth, she was filled with regret.

’How could I bring something like that up?’

Pei Shaoqing froze. ’No way, did Zhao Zilan really tell Liu Yuheng about our bedroom activities?’

His mind raced. He gave a bitter smile. "It’s precisely because I’m not interested in this sort of thing that I have to come up with new tricks to get myself in the mood. Otherwise, any other man faced with a peerless beauty like Zilan would just get straight to it. Why would they need to go through all the trouble that I do?"

’In any case, I, Pei Shaoqing, am definitely not a lecher!’

"So that’s how it is..." Liu Yuheng murmured to herself, feeling ashamed for prying into a couple’s private affairs and for her recent accusation.

"I really envy Zilan. She has elders like you and Sect Leader Gongsun who care for her. Unlike my father, who drilled all sorts of responsibilities into me since I was a child, never letting me slack off for a moment..." Pei Shaoqing slurred drunkenly.

Liu Yuheng’s mind conjured an image of a little boy, subjected to his father’s strict, even harsh, discipline from a young age. As a woman with no children of her own, her heart trembled, and she gently pulled Pei Shaoqing into her embrace.

"You are Zilan’s husband, so I suppose I can presume to be your elder as well. If you don’t mind my humble status, Young Master, you can call me ’Aunt’ just like Hanshuang does."

"Aunt Liu." Pei Shaoqing buried his face against her ample conscience, hugging her soft waist tightly. His voice choked with emotion, he said, "My mother died when I was young, before I could even form memories. I’ve never felt anything like this before."

"Sigh, you poor child." Liu Yuheng’s eyes turned red. If Pei Shaoqing hadn’t used his drunkenness as an excuse to say all this tonight, she would never have guessed that behind his glamorous facade was someone so fragile and deserving of pity.

’Lost his mother at a young age, treated harshly by his father who forced adult ideas upon him, then cast out to Tongzhou to fend for himself after getting into some trouble. But he didn’t fall into depravity; instead, he relied on himself to achieve success and fame...’

’What a pitiful, yet inspirational, young man!’

She patted Pei Shaoqing’s head and said gently, "Alright, Young Master, get up now. It won’t be good for your image if the servants on night patrol see you."

"Mm, thank you, Aunt Liu. I’ve kept these words bottled up inside with no one to talk to. I feel much better now," Pei Shaoqing said with a smile as he let go of her.

Liu Yuheng gave a faint smile and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Let’s go. Hanshuang is still waiting for you."

"Mm," Pei Shaoqing replied obediently, letting Liu Yuheng help him to the door of Ye Hanshuang’s room.

Pei Shaoqing stopped and looked back. "Aunt Liu, you should go back and rest. I’ll head in now."

With that, he turned and resolutely pushed the door open.

Liu Yuheng stood where she was, quietly watching Pei Shaoqing’s back. She didn’t see the delight of a man about to be with a great beauty, only the helplessness of a sensible child fulfilling his duty to expand his family line.

But inside the room, Pei Shaoqing wore a completely different expression.

"Sister Shuang, why are you still dressed?" he asked, looking with displeasure at the fully-clothed Ye Hanshuang.

’Didn’t I tell you to change into your attack-speed gear and wait for me?’

Ye Hanshuang’s cheeks flushed. She lifted the hem of her skirt slightly with a small hand, revealing jade-like feet and calves adorned in black silk.

"Brother, I’m wearing it underneath."

"Good girl." Pei Shaoqing’s breath hitched. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. "Come, come let me have a look."

Ye Hanshuang shyly settled into his lap.

The moment she sat down, her tall, voluptuous frame completely obscured Pei Shaoqing’s figure. If you didn’t look from the side, you wouldn’t even know there was someone behind her.

Pei Shaoqing ripped off her sash, grabbed the shoulders of her cross-collar ruqun, and yanked it down. The robe slid off, revealing a one-piece bodysuit made of black Ice Silk underneath.

Its surface was embroidered with all sorts of intricate patterns.

Ice Silk was already as thin as a cicada’s wing.

Stretched taut against her skin, it became even thinner and more transparent.

The bountiful fruits made one want to drift along with the waves.

She looked just like a classic fairy character from an online game.

’Driving a big rig and driving a sedan are two completely different things.’

’In his past life, Pei Shaoqing had played Euro Truck and American Truck simulators, but he felt that in terms of looks or engine, software or hardware, they were all far inferior to this "domestically produced" truck in front of him.’

’Ye Hanshuang was the Optimus Prime of trucks.’

’Time to fill her fuel tank!’

...............

It wasn’t until high noon that Pei Shaoqing could finally catch his breath.

Weak and exhausted, he looked at the radiant Ye Hanshuang and lamented, "I forgot that big rigs have big fuel tanks."

"Brother, you get some rest. I’ll go get you something to eat." Ye Hanshuang showed no signs of discomfort. Full of energy, she strode out of the room after speaking.

’This was the difference between a big rig and a sedan.’

’If it had been a sedan he’d driven so roughly last night, it would have definitely broken down today, engine dead.’

’But Ye Hanshuang was completely fine.’

’Instead, it was Pei Shaoqing, the truck driver who had pulled an all-nighter, who had dark circles under his eyes and a look of utter despair.’

’He finally understood why, in his past life, all those big rig drivers always looked so exhausted and kidney-deficient.’

’Because it really is exhausting!’

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! A knock came at the door, followed by Liu Yuheng’s voice. "Young Master, may I come in?"

"Please come in, Aunt Liu," Pei Shaoqing said quickly.

Liu Yuheng entered with a tray of food. Seeing the exhausted look on Pei Shaoqing’s face, her heart ached. "Young Master, even if you have to sire heirs, you must take care of your body!"

’Zilan said she couldn’t handle the Young Master at all.’

’And yet now he’s the one who’s so weak.’

’I can’t imagine how intense last night must have been.’

"Heavy is the head that wears the crown. I have enjoyed the glory of the Marquis Wei Yuan’s Mansion, so I must also bear the corresponding responsibilities. This is suffering I ought to endure," Pei Shaoqing said in a deep, resolute voice from the bed.

’It was the kind of suffering he thoroughly enjoyed.’

"Sigh. Young Master, you truly have endured too much at such a young age." Liu Yuheng shook her head, brought the food to the bedside, and said, "Let me serve you your meal."

"Alright, then I’ll have to trouble you, Aunt Liu."

"You call me ’Aunt,’ Young Master. How could it be any trouble?"

’Having just enjoyed Ye Hanshuang’s incredible body last night, and now having a gentle, beautiful woman feed him—life is truly wonderful.’

’If he could live like this forever, he’d even be willing to ascend the throne and become Emperor.’

"By the way, when I return to the Capital City this time, you should come with me, Aunt Liu," Pei Shaoqing said, looking at Liu Yuheng.

"Me?" Liu Yuheng was taken aback, then she shook her head. "There’s no need for me to go. Just let that girl Lan’Er go with you to see the world."

"Come with us. If something unexpected happens, you can protect me, Aunt Liu," Pei Shaoqing said honestly.

’He was afraid of ending up like the original owner of this body, that unlucky bastard.’

’He was robbed while he was just eating hotpot and singing.’

’One must guard against the consequences of one’s own actions.’

Liu Yuheng’s protective instincts toward Pei Shaoqing were now overflowing. She replied, "Then I will do as you say, Young Master."

She picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped a grain of rice from the corner of Pei Shaoqing’s mouth, just like she was caring for a child.

"Aunt Liu, have you been to the Capital City before?" Pei Shaoqing asked casually after swallowing the food in his mouth.

’He hadn’t been there yet.’

’Ever since he’d transmigrated, he’d just been messing around in Tongzhou.’

A reminiscent look appeared in Liu Yuheng’s eyes. She spoke slowly, "I went once, but that was twenty years ago. I’ve almost forgotten what the Capital City looks like. I only remember going with my father to visit a friend."

"Then it’s perfect. You can revisit old places and search for memories of your youth, Aunt Liu," Pei Shaoqing said.

Liu Yuheng just smiled faintly without a word.

「Soon, it was the end of the month.」

Pei Shaoqing arranged all matters in Tongzhou, then set off for the Capital City to attend the Mid-Autumn Imperial Banquet.

Accompanying him, besides Xie Qingwu, Liu Yuheng, Zhao Zilan, and Ye Hanshuang, were the maidservant Qiu Ye, as well as Wang Peng, Shen Zhen, and twenty other subordinates serving as guards.

Oh, and General Li.