Chapter Sixteen: Make Him Fall in Love with You? In Your Dreams!

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Moreover, Li Rushi herself had fallen in love at first sight with that young man named Xie Ning, determined to marry no one else.

Li Qian pondered that marrying in a powerless and easily manipulated useless heir as a son-in-law wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

So, he half-heartedly agreed.

Who would have thought things would escalate to this point?

That useless Xie Ning not only collided with the princess’s carriage on the street but even became entangled with the princess herself.

Now, it was clear the princess intended to protect him.

Under such circumstances, clinging to the marriage arrangement would mean tearing up relations with the princess.

In every way, this deal was unprofitable.

“Father, enough,” Li Rushi interrupted impatiently.

“Today, I must bring Xie Ning back from the Marquis of Dingyuan’s residence. I want to see who dares stop me.”

“I also want to ask that little scoundrel Xie Ning face to face what kind of courage he had to betray me.”

Li Qian looked at his daughter’s stubborn expression and felt a dizzying headache.

He knew he couldn’t persuade her.

He sighed and softened his tone.

“Rushi, listen to your father. There are plenty of fine young men in the world. Why must you hang on to this crooked tree called Xie Ning?”

“That Xie Ning suffers tremendous humiliation at the Marquis of Dingyuan’s estate, treated worse than a servant. What future could he possibly have?”

“Even if he’s now connected to the princess, he’s nothing but a pawn in her hands, a mere plaything.”

“You, the princess of the Prince of Jing’s house, noble and exalted, is it worth fighting over a plaything? If word gets out, wouldn’t that make you a laughingstock?”

He tried to dissuade Li Rushi from another angle.

But he overlooked the most crucial fact: Li Rushi’s way of thinking was clearly different from ordinary people.

Hearing her father’s words, her eyes only shone brighter.

“Father, if you say so, then I must rescue him even more. He is so pitiful, suffering so much at the Marquis’s residence, and now being used as a toy by that sickly princess. I must save him.”

“When I bring him back to the Prince’s mansion, I will treat him well, so he knows who truly cares for him. I will make him fall in love with me and willingly become my man.”

Li Qian was speechless.

He stared dumbfounded at his daughter, unable to respond.

Save him?

Make him love you?

On what grounds?

On your muscular frame and that intimidating demeanor that would scare anyone away?

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Li Qian wanted to say these words, but seeing his daughter’s clenched fists, he wisely chose to remain silent.

“Father, you’d better not interfere now.”

Li Rushi, seeing her father’s silence, assumed she had convinced him.

She waved her hand triumphantly.

“I’m going to gather people now. Today, I will definitely rescue my husband from that hellish Marquis of Dingyuan’s estate!”

With that, she turned and strode toward the door with a resolute air, as if there would be no turning back.

Li Qian watched her leave, sinking helplessly into his chair.

Now, he only hoped the princess, out of respect for the Empress Dowager, would not stoop to the level of this reckless girl.

Otherwise, the Prince of Jing’s mansion would surely face great disaster.

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Marquis of Dingyuan’s Residence.

A servant brought the messenger from the Prince of Jing’s mansion to Jia Yibo’s study.

Upon seeing Jia Yibo, the messenger fell to his knees with a thud, his face full of terror.

“Marquis… Marquis, bad news.”

Jia Yibo’s heart sank with a foreboding feeling.

“What happened? Speak slowly.”

“The princess, upon hearing what you instructed me to deliver, immediately flew into a rage,” the messenger stammered. “She said the heir has suffered immense injustice at the Marquis’s estate and accused you, his father, of neglect and being unworthy. She… she said she’s coming in person to rescue the heir.”

Jia Yibo’s face turned green.

He had sent someone to deliver the message hoping to use the Prince of Jing’s mansion to toss the troublesome Xie Ning away.

He wanted Li Rushi to make trouble for Xie Ning so he could no longer rest easy.

But he never imagined that foolish Li Rushi would turn her ire on him instead.

And that she intended to come rescue Xie Ning?

What nonsense was this?

Jia Yibo felt a surge of rage clench his chest, making him feel awful.

“How many people did she bring?”

Jia Yibo asked hoarsely.

The messenger swallowed and trembled as he raised a finger.

“At least a hundred, all armed and fierce. The princess said if the Marquis’s estate dares to block her, she will level the entire place.”

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Jia Yibo: “...”

Meanwhile, Xie Ning sat leisurely on a small wooden stool at the kitchen door, waiting for his ginseng chicken soup.

The sunshine was perfect, the breeze gentle.

Watching Qingfeng busy in the kitchen and hearing Jia Yibo’s suppressed roars and the servants’ panicked shouts from nearby, Xie Ning’s mood was utterly delightful.

The feeling of having his enemies trampled beneath his feet and playing with them at will was simply exquisite.

Now he finally understood why so many people enjoyed being villains.

Because being the villain was truly exhilarating.

Just then, a figure came tumbling from the front yard, face full of terror and panic.

It was the house steward of the Marquis’s estate, the old man who often bullied the original owner.

“Young master… young master, bad news, disaster is upon us.”

The steward ran to Xie Ning, panting and shouting, his voice trembling.

Xie Ning lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

“What’s all the shouting about? The sky hasn’t fallen yet.”

“It has… it’s worse than the sky falling,” the steward wiped the cold sweat from his brow, trembling as he pointed toward the gate.

“The Princess of Tun Tun from the Prince of Jing’s mansion has brought over a hundred people and surrounded our main gate. She’s demanding to see you.”

Oh?

Li Rushi had arrived?

Xie Ning’s eyebrows rose slightly, a playful smile curling on his lips.

She’s quite quick.

It seemed the old Jia Yibo was truly cornered, rushing to the Prince of Jing’s mansion for reinforcements so soon.

But he probably hadn’t expected that the reinforcements he called were an even harder force to handle.

“Young master, please think of a way,” the steward almost cried.

“The princess said if she doesn’t see you today, she will bring her people and storm in.”

“Storm in?”

Xie Ning chuckled softly, picked up the tea Mingyue had just brewed for him, and sipped slowly.

“Let her storm in. I want to see how much courage she really has.”

Hearing this, the steward nearly dropped to his knees on the spot.