I Was Sold to My Mortal Enemy (Double Transmigrations)

Song Ning realized that he had no idea at all. After careful consideration, he understood that Aunt Hong was not a talkative person.

Brother Pei probably wouldn’t say it himself. Apart from the visible village industries, the ordinary people secretly cooperating with Brother Lu wouldn’t know either.

After listening to what Song Ning told him, Shi Yi found out that Pei Xing initially practiced at Xiangshan Temple. After his master passed away, he was taken home by Father Song and recorded under his household.

Among the village’s spice and soap workshops, only the spice workshop was a shared asset by the villagers. The soap workshop was built by Pei Xing himself, and he recruited villagers to work, managed by Chu Nan.

Pei Xing also took the lead in opening up wasteland and planting fruit trees, which provided additional income to the villagers.

There was also Father Song’s family wine-making business. Though it started with Uncle Lin’s method, later improved by Pei Xing, the Acacia wine brewed was the same wine Shi Yi drank last time, costing a hundred taels of silver for a pot.

Shi Yi was amazed by Pei Xing’s business ability.

These were all industries known on the surface, but hidden industries included three shops in the county. The person who came to buy goods last time, Zhou Hua, was not the boss Shi Yi thought he was but a shopkeeper hired by Pei Xing.

There’s also Huanyue Tower in Baiyin City and Xiyue Pavilion in Zhongzhou. These restaurants were designed by Pei Xing, with investments from Song Ning and Zhou Yan.

Finally, there was the glass, mirror, cloth, cement, and lime business in cooperation with the Lu family.

Shi Yi was told that the wedding dress he wore cost as much as a hundred taels and was made of fine brocade. He felt a pain in his body, thinking he should keep it for the future.

Song Ning reassured him, saying, “Don’t worry, most people in the village are ignorant. They just thought you were wearing brocade.”

Shi Yi couldn’t calm down for a long time after hearing these stories. He admired Pei Xing’s accomplishments.

He thought that if he were alone in this feudal dynasty, he might have faced difficulties.

Pei Xing noticed Shi Yi’s admiration when he returned.

After dinner and returning to the room, Pei Xing held Shi Yi in his arms and kissed him.

“Do you want it? We still have some time. We can move faster and should have enough time.”

“What are you talking about?”

Shi Yi blushed and scolded him.

He was so blind just now and still admired this man. But even so, this old dog wearing human skin, even after two lifetimes he couldn’t change his behavior.

Pei Xing laughed and continued showing affection; hugging and kissing his wife.

Shi Yi eventually gave in to Pei Xing’s advances, he laid limply in his arms and couldn’t curse anymore.

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Before leaving for the banquet, Pei Xing warned Shi Yi not to wander around and found a reliable waiter to take care of him.

The banquet was held at the Prince Chengyang’s Mansion. Upon arrival, they presented their greeting cards and followed the guide through the long corridor.

In the backyard, they heard a hearty, energetic laugh.

“As expected of a martial artist, he truly excels in martial arts.”

In the midst of the crowd, a tall man with rough features and haughty eyes stood. Although his appearance was not extraordinary, he seemed to belong to the middle class.

Song Ning was slightly stunned when he saw the man. However, a sense of happiness welled up within him.

His eldest brother-in-law had actually passed the martial arts examination and had achieved Jieyuan status. He was about to approach him to offer his greetings, but his eyes met him, it was filled with disgust and contempt. He was taken aback.

Zhou Yan held Song Ning’s hand and shot the man a cold look.

Pei Xing, not noticing their exchange, found it peculiar to see Xie Yu on the elevated platform, accompanied by two unfamiliar guards.

Prince Chengyang immediately noticed their group upon their arrival.

What drew his attention was Pei Xing’s striking appearance, his mixed blood heritage, and an aura that felt oddly familiar. He squinted and contemplated.

Suddenly, he shifted his gaze to Xie Yu, who was nonchalantly sipping wine. His mind wandered to the distant evil king in Xizhou. Then he scrutinized Pei Xing’s face. The more he looked, the more unsettled he became, and his pupils trembled. He recalled the foolish prince who had disappeared during a palace incident twelve years ago.

Prince Chengyang downed several glasses of wine, feeling something was amiss.

He had heard tales of an idiot who couldn’t speak or feed himself, and was exceedingly frail. However, the man before him was tall and robust. Although he had mixed heritage and some similarities with the man from Xizhou, such resemblances were not uncommon in the world.

Such thoughts were irrational. After living for nearly half his life, he had never heard of a fool suddenly becoming normal. Moreover, that prince had been an idiot since birth. His speculations felt baseless.

He burst into hearty laughter, capturing the attention of everyone in the room, and said a few words to get everyone seated.

Following that, he had two seats arranged beside him, inviting two civil and military officials to sit.

Song Ning, sitting in front of him, felt uneasy and frequently glanced at the worried Zhou Yan, who kept his eyes lowered.

Pei Xing stared intently, his hand holding the wine glass moving back and forth, lost in thought.

The moment Prince Chengyang sat down beside Song Ning, he squinted his eyes and observed him closely. He noticed the young Juren dressed in light blue attire, with hair as dark as ink and skin as pale as snow. He had a charming face with picturesque features, and his unique and aloof demeanor made him irresistibly attractive. He possessed an air of intellect that left others intrigued. He was truly beautiful among the other scholars.

He rolled his eyes playfully, chuckled, and started by praising the martial artist and offering words of encouragement.

Then, he turned his attention to Song Ning, who had lowered his gaze and turned his body away from him. He was about to pat him, but Song Ning discreetly avoided him. He followed the hand to grasp a delicate white jade finger.

Song Ning frowned and swiftly pulled his hand away, feeling thoroughly repulsed.

Upon witnessing this, Zhou Yan’s frustration reached its peak. Veins popped on his forehead as he nearly leaped to confront the prince.

Meanwhile, Prince Chengyang remained engrossed in Song Ning, oblivious to the commotion behind. Pei Xing restrained his friend and reached for a bottle of wine. Just as he was about to step forward, he heard a lethargic and drowsy voice.

“Hey, isn’t this my young brother, Song Ning? Look at me, I was just having a drink, and I didn’t expect to run into any acquaintances here.”