Song Zhiyu had never had a bad impression of Niu Pan’er. Although he sometimes criticized her for not being gentle like a lady, he understood that she couldn’t help it. They had spent time together privately, so naturally, he knew she was a straightforward and amiable woman.
Deep down, Song Zhiyu regarded Niu Pan’er as a brotherly friend. Naturally, he never thought they would have such a twisted knot or, rather, a marriage bond.
The ideal of a beautiful and delicate wife turning into a tomboy was just something he couldn’t adjust to for the moment. But this didn’t mean people outside could gossip about her at will.
No matter how much of a tomboy, Niu Pan’er was still a woman, not just an ordinary woman; she was a Commandery Princess, a female General, deserving of respect rather than ridicule.
Especially since it was that rascal Liu Ning, his sworn enemy, who made these remarks. Given that Liu Ning had cursed him before and he hadn’t settled that score yet. With both new and old grudges, he even wanted to tear Liu Ning apart.
"Song Yulang, calm down. We’re all brothers having fun together, just joking around!" Someone held Song Zhiyu tightly, trying to pacify him with a smile.
Song Zhiyu spat at him: "Get lost, damn you. How about I try talking about your wife’s private matters to others and see if you can tolerate it?"
"But you aren’t married yet."
"Exactly, not even married yet, and you’re already super protective? Hmm, seems like you have quite the taste." Liu Ning fearlessly added fuel to the fire and touched his lip, hissing, "You bastard, slap my face, oh it hurts so much."
"Try saying it again, I might just tear your mouth apart!" A trace of viciousness flashed in Song Zhiyu’s eyes.
Liu Ning was taken aback, his heart filled with apprehension.
Could it be that this rascal Song Yulang was truly serious?
"Jeez, just a few jokes and you take it seriously!" Liu Ning retorted stubbornly.
Song Zhiyu sneered, "Joking has its limits. You think Commandery Princess Dongyang is someone you can casually gossip about? She is a Commandery Princess, my future wife! Why don’t you joke about the women in your family instead?"
Liu Ning’s face showed a hint of embarrassment.
"You all are just reckless, daring to speak such nonsense here. Would you dare say these things in front of my future wife? In front of my future father-in-law? See if he wouldn’t twist your head off." Song Zhiyu delivered another jab.
Everyone’s expressions changed several times, hurriedly grinning, "We just drank too much, weren’t serious. Song Yulang, don’t be upset, you know we can’t keep our mouths shut. Liu Lao Wu, apologize to Yulang."
Liu Ning pointed at himself, "I got punched by him, he should be the one to apologize."
"Don’t you want your head anymore?" Someone lightly brushed their neck.
Liu Ning’s face stiffened. Seeing Song Zhiyu glaring coldly at him, he said, "Alright, alright, my mouth runs loose, I’m sorry, okay?"
"You weren’t sincere, I don’t accept it. Just a warning: if I hear you badmouthing my wife again, I’ll have my elder brother report to the Emperor!" Song Zhiyu snorted coldly, "The Emperor granted my marriage to Commandery Princess Dongyang. If you dare gossip, it’s disrespectful to the Emperor!"
"What! Song Laosi, we already apologized, what more do you want, can’t you take a joke?" Liu Ning exploded.
Disrespecting the Emperor, who the hell dares to bear such a crime?
Song Zhiyu: "Who plays with you? When it comes to complaining, I’m always serious. Whoever gossips, I’ll report them."
Everyone glared wide-eyed.
Having a Prime Minister as an elder brother really is something, huh.
But, it truly is remarkable, considering that Prime Minister has quite a good relationship with the Emperor, can’t afford to offend.
Everyone quickly admitted they were wrong.
Bao Datong hurried over: What’s going on here?