Night of the Divorce! A Proud Lady Was Forced to Marry the Emperor's Uncle

But when she learned that Jiang Ruyun chose to marry him against her parents’ wishes, Cao Jun’s eyes filled with even more emotion.

At this moment, Jiang Peihuan came to understand the cause of Cao Jun’s injury.

It turned out that on the way back to the mansion, Cao Jun was ambushed by Yan Kuan.

Yan Kuan was aiming for Jiang Ruyun in the bridal palanquin. He originally intended to kill her.

Cao Jun was injured trying to save Jiang Ruyun.

Understanding the reason behind this, Jiang Peihuan looked at Cao Jun with a touch of warmth in her eyes.

After some thought, she said to Cao Jun, “Although your right hand can’t hold a pen, your left hand is still fine.”

Meeting Cao Jun’s puzzled gaze, Jiang Peihuan continued, “I’ve heard that if one practices enough with their left hand, they can write as well as with their right.”

“Write with the left hand? How can that work?”

Hearing Jiang Peihuan’s words, doubt flashed in Cao Jun’s eyes.

Standing next to Jiang Peihuan, Xiao Nanye, seeing Cao Jun’s skeptical look, displayed a hint of displeasure, “Why can’t one write with their left hand?”

As he spoke, Xiao Nanye looked around, then directly took the paper and brush from the table.

In front of everyone, he placed the white paper on the table and began to write with his left hand.

Jiang Peihuan stood next to Xiao Nanye. Seeing the words he wrote on the paper, her eyes twinkled.

Because what he wrote on the paper was none other than her name, Jiang Peihuan.

Even though it was written with his left hand, the words were full of energy and vigor.

Seeing this, Cao Jun was stunned, as if deep in thought.

Jiang Peihuan turned to him, whispering, “Writing with the left hand isn’t some fantastical tale. As long as you practice diligently, one day, you will be able to write like King Cheng here.”

“Rest assured, Queen, I will practice diligently.”

“Mm.”

Hearing this, satisfaction appeared in Jiang Peihuan’s eyes.

It was already late at night. Jiang Peihuan glanced at Jiang Ruyun, whispering, “I’m heading back to the mansion. Take good care of Young Master Cao. If anything happens, send someone to notify me.”

“Elder sister, what about Yan Kuan?”

“You don’t need to worry about that. I will handle it.”

“Yes.”

Hearing Jiang Peihuan’s words, Jiang Ruyun nodded.

Subsequently, Jiang Peihuan and Xiao Nanye left the Cao mansion.

Upon mounting their horses, Jiang Peihuan couldn’t help but ask the man beside her, “When did you learn to write with your left hand?”

“I was bored when I was young, so I learned.”

Jiang Peihuan had imagined countless answers, even wondering if it was a military necessity, but never expected such an answer.

Hearing his words, Jiang Peihuan looked somewhat speechless.

The two quickly returned to the general’s mansion.

Upon entering the plum garden, Han Feng came forward to greet them.

After paying respects to Xiao Nanye and Jiang Peihuan, Han Feng said softly, “Master, Queen, our people have nearly turned the entire capital upside down, but we still haven’t found any news of Yan Kuan.”

Regarding the fact that Han Feng couldn’t find any news about Yan Kuan, Jiang Peihuan was not surprised.

Xiao Nanye was also not shocked. After hearing Han Feng’s words, he calmly said, “Keep searching. We need to find him, dead or alive.”

“Yes.”

After Han Feng left, Jiang Peihuan and Xiao Nanye entered the room.

After the night’s events, Jiang Peihuan was truly exhausted. At first, she was able to chat with Xiao Nanye, but soon after, he no longer heard her responses.

Turning his head, Xiao Nanye found that Jiang Peihuan had fallen asleep.

Gently dropping a kiss on her lips, he held her close. Somehow, only by holding Jiang Peihuan could he fall asleep peacefully.

Despite having trouble sleeping, Xiao Nanye could doze off instantly, comforted by the faint scent of Jiang Peihuan.

In the capital, at the post station.

A figure stealthily sneaked into the station – it was Yan Kuan.

As he was about to turn around, he heard footsteps behind him.

Without thinking, Yan Kuan drew his sword, only to hear a soft feminine laugh, “Young Master Yan, I saved you, yet you want to kill me?”

“Princess Zhuo Ma?”

Looking at the smiling woman before him, Yan Kuan softly inquired.

“It’s me.”

Zhuo Ma seemed to ignore the drawn sword, approaching Yan Kuan with a smile. Seeing her approach, he quickly sheathed his weapon.

After a brief silence, Yan Kuan said, “Thank you for helping me today, Princess. But 1 don’t want to cause you any trouble. I’ll leave now.”

However, as he tried to leave, Zhuo Ma blocked him. Yan Kuan looked at her, puzzled. “Young Master Yan,” Zhuo Ma said, “right now, people are searching for you everywhere in the city except here. 1 think you should stay.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you.”

Hearing Zhuo Ma’s words, Yan Kuan’s doubts deepened, “Why are you helping me?”

“Because the enemy of my enemy is my friend,” she replied, “And besides, if it weren’t for Miss Yan and my royal brother’s deaths, perhaps we would be family by now.”

Convinced by Zhuo Ma, Yan Kuan stayed at the post station.

However, Xiao Nanye’s subordinates were not to be underestimated. On the third day, Han Feng entered Plum Garden.

“Master, Queen, we have news of Yan Kuan.”

Hearing Han Feng’s words, both Jiang Peihuan and Xiao Nanye set their tea cups down.

Soon after, they rode towards the post station.

Han Feng had the place surrounded, so when Jiang Peihuan and Xiao Nanye arrived, Yan Kuan, who was trying to escape, was caught.

“Jiang Peihuan, if you have the guts, kill me now. Otherwise, I’ll never spare you,” he shouted angrily at her.

Before Jiang Peihuan could reply, Xiao Nanye drew his sword, “Since you wish to die, I’ll grant it.”

As he lunged at Yan Kuan, someone suddenly intervened, blocking Xiao Nanye’s blade.

It was Xiao Junhao.

Seeing Xiao Junhao block his attack, Xiao Nanye’s eyes showed surprise, quickly replaced by mockery.

Witnessing the mocking look, Xiao Junhao’s grip on his sword trembled, but he held firm.

Remembering his purpose there, Xiao Junhao smiled and said, “Imeprial Uncle,

I’m here on the emperor’s orders to bring Young Master Yan to the palace.”

“So, I can’t let you kill him. I hope you understand..”