Two days passed by like this, with Shen Jiao holding her rice bowl and watching Old Nan and Old Qi argue and bicker.

On this day, Liang Heng received a message and went to the palace.

Inside the room, Liang Heng sat holding a new folding fan, while Wang Fu was talking to the tyrant.

"Your Majesty, we have found Wu, but she has changed her name to Wang Dahua. She has remarried to a butcher named Zhang in a remote town in Pengzhou. Butcher Zhang and his deceased wife had a fifteen-year-old son. Wu became pregnant before the new year, but when she gave birth to a girl, she threw her up on the mountain to be fed to the wolves."

Liang Heng was confused. He cursed Wu Shi in his heart for being vicious before asking, "Who is Wu Shi?"

“Silent Words’ birth mother,” Wang Fu replied.

"Birth mother?" Liang Heng closed the fan and tapped his palms twice, pondering for a moment. "That's not right. Wasn't it said that Shen Yu's biological father died saving Marquis Anbo, and her biological mother couldn't accept the news and died vomiting blood?"

If Shen Yu hadn't been an orphan, the old Marquis Shen and his wife would never have agreed to take her to the Marquis Anbo's residence to raise her.

There are many ways to repay kindness; you don't necessarily have to raise a child.

If he had a daughter as lovely as Shen Meimei, why would he bring an adopted daughter home to annoy his wife and children?

Wang Fu shook his head and said, "No, it's all fake. Shen Yu's biological father disliked Wu for not being able to give birth to a son, and for many years he did not treat the mother and daughter well. Over time, Wu also felt that Shen Yu was a burden. When Wu learned that her husband had died, she thought that her hard days were over. She took the pension, abandoned Shen Yu, and ran away with her lover."

Liang Heng frowned: "So, you mean Shen Yu lied about her mother's death and was adopted by Marquis Anbo?"

Wang Fu did not deny it: "You could say that. Although Shen Yu was only five years old at the time, Wu Shi did not know how to raise children and set an example. It was inevitable that she would develop filthy thoughts."

"Tsk, I told you Marquis Anbo was stupid. He was tricked by a little girl and even enjoyed it. How pathetic and lamentable." Liang Heng sighed, subconsciously stretching out his hand and opening his palm.

Wang Fu was puzzled. After thinking for a moment, he placed his hand on it with a slightly shy expression.

"Oh dear, Mr. Liang, chatting is fine, but why do you have to hold hands..."

"What are you doing?!" Liang Heng was quite startled. "I'm a handsome young man with a normal orientation. I'm asking if you have any sunflower seeds?"

Wang Fu, with his round belly protruding, said with a wronged expression, "No."

Ji Yan's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at the two of them with disdain, her tone indifferent: "Where is my lover?"

"My lover was murdered by Wu and Butcher Zhang three months ago. However, he still has an eighty-year-old mother at home. Her son's death has greatly affected her, and she is now somewhat mentally unstable. The people I sent did not find out anything. However, Your Majesty, rest assured, I will try again!"

Sensing the tyrant's emotional fluctuations, Wang Fu immediately adopted a servile demeanor.

"Three months ago?" Liang Heng exclaimed in surprise, "That means when Wu was with Shen Yu's biological father, she cheated on him with her lover, and when she was with her lover, she cheated on him with Butcher Zhang. Good heavens, who is this Wu? How could she be so cunning?"

Wang Fu nodded in agreement: "Who says otherwise?"

"Get to the point." Ji Yan frowned, clearly not wanting to hear any more of these messy, romantic stories.

Liang Heng looked regretful, as if he hadn't heard enough gossip.

Wang Fu immediately said in a serious tone: "The key point is that Wu has actually been in contact with Shen Yu over the years. Shen Yu would give Wu a sum of money regularly and warn Wu not to show up. But before the new year, Zhang the butcher's son owed a huge amount of gambling debts. The gambling house refused to pay and then disappeared. Wu had no choice but to take her stepson to Shen Yu to ask for money."

"Unexpectedly, the stepson did not behave himself after arriving in the capital. He not only owed money at the gambling house in the capital, but also raped a embroiderer while drunk. Coincidentally, the girl witnessed this. Fearing that the matter would be exposed, Shenyu went all out and instigated the stepson to kill the embroiderer and frame the girl."

"How shameless! How shameless!" Liang Heng slammed his fist on the table in anger, his palms turning red.

"Truly, outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, amidst fragrant grasses, there is no shame in me!"

Wang Fu nodded in agreement, "That's right, that's right."

When he first heard this news, he wanted nothing more than to grab a knife and kill Shen Yu and her daughter!

Ji Yan's handsome face gradually darkened: "And what's the story with Shen Qingye's wet nurse?"

Wang Fu said indignantly, "Speaking of this makes me even angrier. The wet nurse's only child fell ill and urgently needed money. That's why she was tricked by Shen Yu. It's true that the young lady accidentally killed him, but she deserved it. All along, she has been protecting Shen Yu and framing the young lady. Not to mention the young lady, I now want to dig up her grave and whip her corpse!"

"Wheting a corpse? Whose corpse are you whipping?" Someone outside the window leisurely waved a paintbrush and said with great interest, "Take me with you, I want to go too."

Ji Yan glanced at Chen Jiao and said calmly, "Aren't you afraid now?"

Just a few days ago she was very resistant to the mention of the prison. Is a young lady's mind so fickle?

So, what about liking him?

Is it like the weather, changing every day?

Shen Jiao sneered: "What is a dead person? What is a ghost? What is a man? What is a woman? In my eyes, they are all skeletons. I'm not here to watch the desecration of a corpse; I've never seen the act of desecrating a corpse before. I want to go and sketch it!"

He was clearly obsessed with the class.

"I want to go too!" A small old man slowly peeked out from outside the window; it was none other than Old Qi.

Ji Yan rubbed her temples, and judging from the hamster's carefree appearance, it probably hadn't overheard the unpleasant things that had just happened.

He looked at Old Qi with a cold gaze: "Who let him in?"

Dragon Shadow Guard Number One: "It wasn't me!"

Dragon Shadow Guard Number Two: "It wasn't me either!"

“It’s me.” Shen Jiao slowly raised a fair hand, her spirits low.

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