Wanjin Lady

Chapter 330 Rebellion

The elder lady knocked her cane against the ground and looked at Jia with a warning: "That's enough. There's no evidence for this matter. Don't mention it again! Behave yourself!"

Madam Yuan sat down, watching Jia being dragged away by Yuan Yidao, and listening to the noise outside, she felt an immense headache.

Nanny Yan smeared essential oil on both sides of the Yuan Lao Madam's temples. The Yuan Lao Madam took a deep breath and said, "Arresting people at the funeral hall... This Lord Wei... has not given my Yuan family any face at all."

Nanny Yan did not respond. Madam Yuan opened her cloudy and tired eyes and felt that the Yuan family was in a precarious situation, and she was too old and weak to control it.

First, Yuan Wulang built a winery behind her back, and then Jia attacked Wen Wan behind her back. One thing after another made her feel like she had no time to deal with them.

Now, Jia must hate her to death.

"That's fine." Madam Yuan was not angry. After all, the Heavenly Bed wouldn't come down. These were just minor disturbances in her turbulent life. "As long as Xiuwen passes the imperial examination, no one will dare to look down on my Yuan family. I don't care about the winery or the imperially bestowed signboard. If the Yuan family wants it, they can take it."

Nanny Yan repeated what she had said a thousand times to Madam Yuan, "Yes, Madam, don't worry. As long as the Fourth Master passes the imperial examination, all of this won't be a problem at the moment. When the time comes, the Fourth Master will marry a wife and have a few children. He won't have to worry about a bad life."

The elder lady nodded, but she felt unhappy when talking about Cheng Yunzhang's marriage.

The betrayal of her own family could not move this iron lady.

Anyway, she had experienced many people's backstabbing in her life. When she was young, she was isolated and helpless and almost starved to death. She had long since looked down on brothers and sisters and other close relatives.

The elder lady only cared about two things in her life, one was money, and the other was Cheng Yunzhang.

"By the way, where's Meixiang? Let her come."

Nanny Yan gave a few instructions to the servants guarding the door, and soon Meixiang, dressed in mourning clothes, walked in. She was a reserved but loyal and reliable maid, and therefore was entrusted with an important task by the elder lady.

The elder lady's eyelids twitched. She calmly picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of the cold tea. "Have you returned the things?"

Meixiang replied respectfully, "The hairpin has been returned to the Fourth Master's cabinet intact. He was being watched by Lord Wei's men just now, so he didn't see me."

"You did very well." The elder lady put down her teacup, her voice unconsciously filled with a hint of nervousness. "That girl...what do you say? Is there anything unusual?"

Meixiang laid out everything she had just said. "According to the old lady's instructions, I put on the jade hairpin that the Fourth Master had hidden, and deliberately passed by Shopkeeper Wen's maid. As expected, the maid came to ask me about the origins of the hairpin and praised its beauty. But I was afraid of being exposed, so I didn't take it off to show her."

Nanny Yan's heart tightened.

This elder lady has indeed never given up on finding out the origins of the Fourth Master's private collection!

Sure enough, the elder lady's face gradually darkened upon hearing this, and finally she sneered, "This hairpin is really hers!"

Her good son actually fell in love with a widow without regard for ethics!

Meixiang hesitated and said cautiously, "Perhaps... Hongmei really just likes this hairpin..."

"How could such a coincidence happen in this world? You forgot, he also collected that little statue!" The elder lady's chest heaved, her teeth trembled slightly, and she was surrounded by an indescribable anger. She grabbed the cup and threw it to the ground, "Little bitch!"

"Bitch!"

"Who the hell is she? I thought she was honest and decent! A widow who killed her husband dares to covet my son!"

"Does she deserve it?!"

The Yuan family was in chaos, but Wen Wan finally felt at peace when she walked out of the Yuan family’s gate.

She sat in the carriage. Hongmei and Tu Erye saw that she was preoccupied and did not dare to disturb her. They just sat outside and drove the carriage.

Mr. Tu straightened his back, glanced at Wei Zheng who was following closely beside the carriage, and felt like a thorn in his back.

Why does this son-in-law always follow the eldest girl?

Look at how affectionate the son-in-law and the young lady are now. Could it be that the son-in-law has remembered her?

Mr. Tu also secretly comforted himself that if his son-in-law really remembered it, the Wen family would have been in turmoil and would never be as peaceful as it is now.

Wen Wan leaned her head against the car wall, watching a corner of the curtain being lifted up by the wind. It was almost dusk outside, and the setting sun was golden, falling on the bluestone floor, making everything seem hazy.

She heard the hawkers' cries, the sound of wheels rolling over the floor, and smoke rising from the distance. It was already dinner time.

It was the height of summer, and the scorching heat from the ground was rising upwards, making the carriage look like a dish of braised pork with preserved vegetables turned upside down in a pot.

The young lady lowered her eyes and stared outside in a trance, not knowing what she was thinking.

When Wen Wan came to her senses, it was already dark. The coachman in front had been replaced. Mr. Tu and Hongmei were nowhere to be seen, and the carriage had stopped somewhere far away from home.

She remembered coming back from Yuan's house...didn't she take this route?

Wen Wan lifted the curtain and came out, running into Wei Zheng head-on. The young lady was puzzled, "Why are you here?"

"Since you seemed a little lost in thought, I asked the carriage to circle around a few more times. Walking along the river will improve your mood."

No wonder…it went from daybreak to nightfall.

"Where are they?"

"I let Master Tu and Hongmei go home first. Zhao Heng took Accountant Zhou to jail."

Wei Zheng frowned, "Junior Sister Wen seems... to dislike Zhao Heng?"

The figure has keen observation skills!

Wen Wan denied, "No. Lord Marquis misunderstood. Brother Zhao is extremely brave, how could I not like him."

I just don't like his name.

"Brother Zhao?" Wei Zheng smiled calmly, "You seem to be quite familiar with my subordinates."

Gentle and silent.

Wei Zheng didn't know what he was angry about, and walked in front with his hands behind his back.

In the summer evening breeze, gentle and small steps catch up.

Wei Zheng accurately distinguished the young lady's footsteps in the crowd.

When I turned around, I saw the young lady with her head down, looking at the bluestone slabs under her feet. She was in a trance, as if only a shell was left.

"Would you like some rice dumplings with fermented rice wine?"

Wei Zheng asked her while standing in front of the stall. Wen Wan smelled a sweet scent when she looked up.

"Eat." Wen Wan walked over and chose a table and chair in the corner to sit down. The couple seemed to recognize Wei Zheng and greeted him as they came up, "Young Master Wei..."

Wei Zheng seemed surprised, "You recognize me?" He looked at the proprietress behind him, who was holding the child and smiling shyly.

The boss smiled attentively. "Mr. Wei has been here several times. Your demeanor... I recognized you from a distance. Are you still having the same three dishes today?"

Wei Zheng nodded, "Yes." He looked at Wen Wan again, "Two identical ones."

Seeing Wen Wan start to stare at the boss absentmindedly again, Wei Zheng knocked on the table to attract her attention back, "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Wan didn't know how to answer.

All she thought about was murder and arson.