However, as they were puzzling over this, Mu Anxiao began to shout outside the door.
At the same time, Feng Qishi and the others were startled. Then, Feng Qishi hurried around the tables and chairs and ran out to see that Mu Anxiao's voice had attracted many servants passing by. Mu Anxiao's shouts were all about clothes, and also about Shuer.
At this moment, Feng Qishi's anger also flared up with Mu Anxiao's shouting.
"Shut up!" he roared.
Mu Anxiao yelled, "What's wrong with a piece of clothing? Shuer is my fiancée. Since she came here, she hasn't returned home. Tell me, Shen Moyun, where did you hide her?" As she spoke, she shot a fierce look at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi's eyes widened in anger.
Zhao Xiang, listening to Mu Anxiao's utterly unrestrained words and seeing Feng Qishi's shoulders trembling with anger, was speechless.
In contrast, Jia, with his arms crossed and a calm expression, watched Mu Anxiao outside causing trouble and not speaking properly, and said faintly, "If this happened to me, I would definitely be more annoyed than that guy. First, I'd give her a good slap to calm her down."
"Can you reach?" Lou Yi suddenly said.
Hearing this, Jia immediately shifted his gaze to Lou Yi's face and said, "Want to try?" He flexed his wrists.
Lou Yi waved his hand, indicating he did not want to.
Seeing this, Jia glared at Lou Yi, then looked at Feng Qishi, who was still reasoning with Mu Anxiao, and sighed, "Why is she like this?" He shook his head, then lowered his gaze to Bing'er's face.
Lou Yi sighed and walked to Xiaoyue's side.
At this point, only Zhao Xiang was still paying attention to the situation over there.
A quarter of an hour later.
After excessively provoking Feng Qishi, Mu Anxiao was subdued by several servants and taken to the front yard.
At this moment, those servants also arrived.
As for Mu Anxiao's unrestrained words to Feng Qishi, he didn't take them to heart. Instead, he punished her on the grounds of her stealing his clothes, because only then would the matter not escalate too much.
"You stole my clothes, you..."
"Your reaction ability is problematic. You saw me wearing your clothes before and said nothing. Now I'm kindly telling you the truth, and you hit me? You're a stinking general, I hate you." Mu Anxiao said, as the servants immediately pressed her onto the long bench.
Feng Qishi: "I said, if you come here, you must abide by the rules. Of course, for Shuer's sake, I won't say anything about you taking my clothes, but you should at least tell me, seek my consent, you..."
"I don't have time." Mu Anxiao, lying on the long bench, looked up at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi: "You don't have time? If I remember correctly, you don't have a job yet. You'd have time to look for me. This excuse of yours is too far-fetched."
"General, I went out precisely because you didn't assign me any work. Besides," Mu Anxiao crossed her arms under her chin and continued, "I couldn't find you. So, I took it. Besides, with our relationship, what's the big deal about a piece of clothing? Why do you say I stole it?"
"Anyone who takes my things without my consent is a thief," Feng Qishi roared, looking at the two servants standing beside Mu Anxiao with wooden sticks. "Give her twenty planks."
"Twenty? Shen Moyun, are you crazy?" Mu Anxiao shouted.
At this moment, Ouyang Ye, who had become a coachman, appeared behind those people. He then looked at Mu Anxiao, who was arguing with Feng Qishi, and thought, 'It seems she's about to be beaten.' As he thought this, he glanced at Ajie who appeared beside him and said nothing.
Ajie nodded slightly at Ouyang Ye, then looked at the clearly rebellious Mu Anxiao over there and said, "Master, do you want to speak up for her?"
"What, you feel sorry for her?" Ouyang Ye asked in a low voice.
Ajie's expression stiffened, and she hurriedly looked up at Ouyang Ye and said, "No."
"I think you do feel sorry for her," Ouyang Ye said in a low voice.
Ajie's eyes flickered for a moment, and just as she was about to speak, the woman in front said, "I never thought Shuer was his fiancée."
The second woman whispered, "Exactly. After all this, he's here to settle accounts with the general. This girl is really bold."
"This is the consequence of boldness," the woman said, looking at Mu Anxiao, who was starting to be hit with the planks, and shaking her head.
Then, the second woman also fell silent.
Hearing their conversation, Ajie lowered her eyes, "..." She clenched her fists.
Ouyang Ye looked down at Ajie's reaction and couldn't help but smile. "If you feel sorry for her, then go plead for her. Maybe," he said with a teasing tone, "the general will spare her because of you."
"She deserves it," Ajie said coldly and turned around.
Seeing this, Ouyang Ye immediately reached out to block Ajie. "Don't go."
Hearing this, Ajie turned to look at Ouyang Ye and said, "I have something to do, you..."
"He deceived you like that, don't you want to see him make a fool of himself, see," Ouyang Ye continued to stare at Ajie, a smile playing on his lips, "if he can be beaten to death by a mere twenty planks?"
"I..."
"You know my temper. If you leave, I'll be unhappy. And when I'm unhappy," Ouyang Ye said with a fake smile, "you know what I'll do, right?"
Hearing Ouyang Ye's sincere tone, Ajie was scared. "I understand." She had no choice but to compromise.
Following this, Ouyang Ye lowered his hand and turned to look at the two servants who had started to hit Mu Anxiao with the planks, saying, "That guy is really patient."
"..." Ajie dared not make any rash moves. After cautiously glancing at Ouyang Ye, she turned around and focused her gaze on Mu Anxiao.
Over there, Mu Anxiao endured without a sound.
The two servants began to count one by one.
Feng Qishi, to match Mu Anxiao, deliberately stood with his hands behind his back, watching her without blinking, not saying a word.
At the same time, Ouyang Ye looked at Feng Qishi's indifferent expression and his heart sank. He turned his back.
Ajie continued to watch the completely unyielding Mu Anxiao, clenching her fists, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.
As for the others, they all held their breath.
Mu Anxiao, lying on the chair, deliberately endured the pain that belonged only to her. Soon, sweat soaked her back, and drops of sweat from her forehead dripped onto the chair. Clenching her fists, the moment the servant finished counting and delivered the last strike, she looked up at Feng Qishi. "You're ruthless," she said in a very small voice.
Feng Qishi said coldly, "This is the consequence of you stealing my clothes. Also," he walked in front of Mu Anxiao and looked down at her, saying, "If you dare to talk nonsense about my relationship with Shuer again, don't blame me for hitting you again." He then widened his eyes.
Mu Anxiao smiled.