Chapter 33 Meng Shutai, you've made a mess of things, even with one or two men...

Feng Yu'en is a very outspoken person. Perhaps it was because he had been too fond of partying with "Le Jin" in the past that he developed a reckless and arrogant personality. He always thought that he could have whatever he wanted and wouldn't listen to anything others said.

What Le Jin feared most at that moment was his confidence.

If this person were to recount her entire past in front of Meng Shutai, wouldn't Meng Shutai immediately dump her? There would be no chance for her to take revenge.

If Feng Yu'en really ruins her plans, then she'll only have one option left: to single-handedly bring down the Meng family, a family that has been imperial merchants for four generations...

She slammed her hand on the table with a loud bang, startling both Mrs. Wu and Mrs. Zhang.

"Ladies, I have something extremely urgent to attend to! Let's talk another day."

Le Jin pleaded with the two of them, saying that she would even help them beat up the censor, let alone talk about it another day.

Madam Wu shook her head frantically, "No, please, Lady Le, think of something for me! I'm practically a discarded wife..."

As she spoke, she tried to grab Le Jin, but Le Jin raised her hand to dodge, jumped aside, and ran to the door while lifting her skirt.

As she stepped out the door, Le Jin left her without even turning her head, saying, "I suggest you dump the censor; then he'll be a discarded husband!"

The girl's sweet, bright voice, like that of a nightingale, floated in the June summer breeze, as genuine and unrestrained as a dewdrop sliding off a lotus leaf, crystal clear.

Mrs. Wu was stunned by her words.

Is there such a way?

Even Mrs. Zhang, a seasoned businesswoman, was greatly shocked, thinking to herself, "What an extraordinary woman!" But she reacted before Mrs. Wu, grabbing her friend's arm and shouting, "Go after her!"

However, the women were dressed in elaborate and gorgeous clothes, and they had been staying in the courtyard for a long time, so they could not move their feet at all. Even after running and sweating profusely, they could only see Le Jin's back.

Thanks to the love that Master Le and Madam Le cherished for their daughter, Le Jin, despite her asthma, was not frail and delicate when she was not having an attack. She would lift her long skirt with both hands, take off running with her long legs, and create a refreshing breeze on the path.

She ran back to Meng Shutai's courtyard, panting, and bumped into a servant boy sweeping the floor.

"Where are your husbands and Feng?" She didn't know where Meng Shutai was holding the banquet.

The servant was startled by her, but quickly calmed down. He didn't answer her directly, though: "Does Madam Le need to rest? I'll have them make some tea."

Why is everyone stopping her today?!

Le Jin's temper flared up instantly. She shoved the broom out of the servant's hand and demanded sharply, "Where are they?"

The servant stammered, "In...the Sutra Repository."

The Sutra Repository. Wasn't Meng Shutai supposed to be hosting a banquet? Why is it being held in the Sutra Repository?

A sense of doubt arose in her heart, but Le Jin had no other choice but to turn around and run towards the Sutra Repository.

She had only run a short distance when a flower-bearing maid brushed past her and curtsied to her. A flash of inspiration struck Le Jin.

“You,” she stopped abruptly, “where are Lord Meng and Lord Feng?”

The maid panicked for a moment, her bright eyes looking up at her. Mumu replied, "Yes, in the Guanyin Hall."

A thunderous roar erupted in my heart.

Meng Shutai, you're playing me!

He wove a maze for her, where everyone she met told lies, deliberately leading her astray, leaving her confused and unable to find a way out.

As expected, Meng Shutai was still Meng Shutai.

Le Jin trembled with anger, hands on her hips, and scoffed, "What are you going to the Guanyin Temple for?"

The maid glanced sideways, trying her best to make up a story: "Go and pray to Guanyin for blessings."

Le Jin's chest heaved violently, partly from running so fast and partly from anger.

She slowly walked closer to the maid, her face cold as she bent down and pressed herself against her. "I'll ask you one more time, where are they now?"

The maid was young and had never been scolded by Meng Shutai before. At this moment, she was so frightened that tears streamed down her face. She put down the bouquet, knelt down and bowed: "In the Ficus pumila Garden, the temple held a banquet for us. It was all there."

It seems that's the answer.

Le Jin angrily kicked her skirt and strode away, but then turned around and returned to the maid.

"Who are these flowers for?"

"Young Master Meng's... ah—"

In a flash, Le Jin kicked the bouquet away and turned to leave. The neatly trimmed flower branches scattered in mid-air, a scene of broken branches and withered willows.

Neither of the men is easy to deal with!

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