4045

Chapter 4045: When Doesn't She Faint?

With a "creak," the gates of the Wuding General's Residence suddenly swung open.

Young Master Fu San's figure flickered, and he was instantly in front of An Wushuang.

Seeing him, An Wushuang immediately bristled with anger, raising her whip and lashing it towards his restless, handsome face.

"I'll whip you to death, you little bastard! How dare you scheme against me! Tell me, did you say something to His Majesty?"

The imperial decree of marriage came like lightning. She was perfectly fine sitting at home, and then, darn it, disaster fell from the sky; an imperial decree struck her senseless on the spot.

What made her most furious was sending a message to her father, who, to her exasperation, happily sent back two lines: Congratulations, daughter! His Majesty has finally done something proper and settled my daughter's marriage. Now I can peacefully continue guarding the border!

Young Master Fu San blinked, reaching out and grabbing the tip of her whipping lash.

The fiery red long whip instantly pulled taut.

"What's wrong? The imperial decree of marriage was issued barely half an hour ago, and you're already trying to murder your husband??"

"Who, who's your dear husband!" An Wushuang stammered, her small face flushed crimson with anger. "You! You! Shameless!"

"What's there to be shameless about?" Young Master Fu San pulled the long whip, instantly dragging his wife from one end to the other, then very skillfully reached out and embraced her.

An Wushuang was so angry she kicked him with her leg. "Let go!"

"Heh, I'll let go if you can beat me."

"Shameless!"

"Who's truly shameless? Didn't you forget, when we first met, you climbed into my carriage and immediately tried to flirt?"

"You!" Princess An Wushuang was so furious she was speechless...

Glancing aside, she saw several grim-faced men and women emerge from inside the Wuding General's Residence.

The Marquis of Changning Marquisate and his stepmother, Madam Bao, were both present, looking extremely displeased.

Fortunately, the Wuding General's Residence occupied a vast area, with an empty flat ground at its entrance. Besides the general's residence itself, there were no other residences nearby.

So, the group's commotion at the entrance didn't attract much attention from people outside the alley.

"Cousin," Miss Bao said, seeing Young Master Fu San. She didn't dare to shamelessly call him "husband" to his face anymore.

She looked at him with resentment, but he didn't even spare her a glance. He simply confiscated the whip his wife had handed him, rolled it up, and tossed it into his internal dimension.

Princess An Wushuang thrashed in his arms for a while, unable to escape, wishing she could bite the guy in front of her to death.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Haven't seen my wife for many days, so I'm giving her a hug to ease my longing," Young Master Fu San blinked, looking at her with a slightly wronged expression. He whispered, "Shuangshuang, I'm hurt."

An Wushuang was slightly startled and quickly looked at him, instinctively asking, "Where are you hurt?"

Given his cultivation level, he shouldn't have been caught by a few corpse puppets, right?

"Here." Young Master Fu San shamelessly teased his wife, reaching out, taking her small hand, and pressing it firmly against his heart.

An Wushuang's pretty face immediately flushed. She felt the man's chest beneath her hand was scalding hot, like a burning fire.

She immediately spat at him, annoyed, "Let go quickly."

Miss Bao suddenly fainted. Her maid quickly reached out to catch her, crying shrilly, "Young Master Fu, the young mistress has fainted!"

"When doesn't she faint?" Young Master Fu San scoffed, curling his lips.