Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord
Chapter 1107: Third Auntie

Chapter 1107: Chapter 1107: Third Auntie

The Third Auntie was probably in her thirties, but her appearance was well-maintained, looking as if she were just in her early twenties.

She wore a light purple gown that hugged her curvaceous figure, her delicate and fair neck exposed, evoking endless imagination in those who looked upon her.

"Third Auntie, what gives you the right to treat me this way?" The Nineteenth Aunt was being dragged out by two maids, held firmly in their grip. She struggled desperately, shouting in frustration.

Back when her son was alive, in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, no one ever dared to disrespect her. Now, her son’s body wasn’t even cold yet, and she—the boy’s own mother—was suffering such affronts. Even the Third Aunt, who usually wouldn’t dare make a peep, now had the audacity to act this way. It was only natural for the Nineteenth Aunt to be enraged.

"You keep making such a racket every day and disturbing the Prime Minister! How is he supposed to rest? If his health falters, even ten of your lives wouldn’t be enough to compensate!"

"Don’t pretend to care! I know—you were secretly laughing in your heart when my son died!"

"Nonsense again from the Nineteenth Aunt. Hurry up and drag her out!" The Third Aunt snapped angrily at the maids.

"Treat me like this, and you’ll be cursed!" The Nineteenth Aunt screamed bitterly as she was dragged outside, her cries trailing off into the distance until they could no longer be heard.

The Prime Minister let out a sigh of relief, reaching up to rub his temples. Finally, the world returned to peace—what a blessing!

He had been nearly driven mad by the Nineteenth Aunt.

Still, given her grief at losing her son, he had endured her antics for the past few days.

He had been on the verge of losing control. Had the Third Aunt not stepped in, who knows what might have happened?

"My lord, have a cup of tea to calm yourself," the Third Aunt said gently and with grace, extending her slender and delicate hands to pour a cup of tea from the pot on the table and handing it to the Prime Minister.

"Yanyan, are you finally willing to forgive me?" The Prime Minister asked eagerly, stepping forward and grabbing both of the Third Aunt’s hands.

The Third Aunt lightly struggled but couldn’t break free—his grip was too firm. Helplessly, she shyly said, "It’s broad daylight, my lord. Please don’t do this."

"What’s there to be afraid of? We’re legitimate husband and wife now."

"It wouldn’t look good if the servants saw us."

"You’re already at this age, yet you’re still acting shy like a little girl?" The Prime Minister gazed intently at the Third Aunt’s delicate and pink cheeks, and his heart stirred with desire.

This woman, despite her age, retained the bashful charm of a young girl. This was the very reason he had been so infatuated with her all those years ago—his madness and obsession had driven him to kill her son in a fit of rage. Ever since then, she had resented him deeply. Though she remained his Third Aunt, she had refused to share a bed with him for all these years.

The Third Aunt’s change of attitude today naturally filled the Prime Minister with excitement and longing. He wanted nothing more than to hold her tight and ravish her.

The thought alone made him act.

He stepped forward, grabbed her, and carried her toward the room.

"My lord, please don’t do this! Everyone is watching!"

"Let them watch if they want. Things are different now."

"You’re so annoying!" The Third Aunt weakly pounded his shoulder with her fists, subtly signaling her acquiescence to his actions.

It turned out that the Third Aunt was actually Zhang San’s wife. Due to a momentary lapse in judgment, she had caused the death of her ailing son, leaving her with profound guilt. At the same time, she harbored immense hatred for the Prime Minister’s cruelty and heartlessness. If he truly loved her, why would he kill her son? Thus, for the past decade, she had ignored and avoided him as a way of showing her resentment.

But just now, she had heard news that Zhang San had escaped from the dungeon. She wanted to investigate, though she was too afraid to arouse the Prime Minister’s suspicions and had refrained from asking directly.