In her previous life, Wen Yan married into the Marquis's estate for over a decade. Upwards, she helped her mother-in-law defeat concubines and regain control of the household. Downwards, she he...
Chapter 550: Proposal
Wen Yan sat there in a daze for a while before speaking, "At first, I thought it was just a brothel that was harming young girls. As long as I find evidence, I'll give it to you and Pei Shaoqing, and use your hands to shut down the den. Not only can we save those innocent girls, but we can also make you a hero.
But I didn't expect that there was a bigger fish behind.
I was thinking too simply.”
Ying Zhilin held her hand silently.
Wen Yan asked him, "What are you going to do?"
"We naturally want to follow the clues and catch the mastermind behind this."
“Although it is important to catch the mastermind behind this, we really can’t delay it any longer.
If we delay for one more day, those arrested children may be tortured to death."
Ying Zhilin stroked Wen Yan's hand soothingly, "I sympathize with them, too. But if we don't eradicate them completely, once they escape and find another nest, they'll rise again, and it will be impossible for us to eradicate them.
Besides, we can't defeat them with our own strength.
Then there will be more victims.”
A depressing atmosphere spread between the two.
Wen Yan then asked, "Do you have any suspects?"
Ying Zhilin hesitated for a moment, but still said truthfully: "We suspect that this matter involves the eldest princess and the Lan family."
Wen Yan gritted her teeth: "It's actually them!"
Wen Yan tried hard to recall information from her previous life.
When the case was being investigated, she was on a mission with Huo Yaoxing and did not know the details of the case.
They returned to Beijing a year after solving the case.
At that time, Pei Qiuyan was already the Minister of Dali Temple.
A mistake occurred at a banquet, which first alarmed the Jingzhao Prefecture and then went to the Dali Temple.
Pei Qiuchen, who is less than forty years old, already has gray hair on his temples.
Wen Yan then heard others talking about how he had a deep relationship with his deceased wife, but she did not have a good ending.
Later, Wen Yan had a rough understanding of the case.
At that time, Pei Qiuchen was already blood-thirsty.
Almost every day he beheaded several people at Caishikou.
It is said that during those months, the sky above Caishikou was filled with a lingering smell of blood.
He killed many people, but none of them were from the Lan family or the eldest princess.
However, the eldest princess's husband was confiscated and exiled because of corruption and selling official positions.
On the way, they encountered bandits and were all killed.
It seems that those Pei Qiuyan killed at that time were just small fry.
And the Gu family became the only scapegoat.
Ying Zhilin is right.
If you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze.
The eldest princess and the Lan family in the previous life would definitely not give up this deal easily.
It's only a matter of time before we get back to our old ways.
The brothel will surely reopen, and who knows how many innocent people will become their tools to make money and control others.
"Then I won't interfere in this matter anymore, but... if there is any progress, you have to tell me so that I can have an idea of it." Wen Yan said.
Ying Zhilin breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Wen Yan was not angry with him.
Unexpectedly, Wen Yan grabbed his ears and shook them left and right: "I will settle the account with you after the case is completely concluded."
"Oh, right, Uncle Hu. I want to bring him back. Uncle Hu is old, and if he's exposed, he'll probably die."
Ying Zhilin immediately nodded in agreement.
The next time Wen Yan met Uncle Hu, she went with Ying Zhilin.
Uncle Hu looked away guiltily: "Miss, I didn't mean it..."
Wen Yan waved her hand, indicating that she would not pursue the matter any further.
"Now, this case has been taken over by someone else. Uncle Hu, please withdraw. I will send you to Jinyang Prefecture, and you and Uncle Lin will help the people there..."
"I won't leave." Uncle Hu refused without hesitation.
"I've been following them for so long that I've already gained their trust.
They would definitely be suspicious if I left suddenly.
Maybe I can find you by following the clues.
Besides, those children are so pitiful that I can’t bear to watch them.
I don’t want to give up halfway; I also want to do something for the people and help the families who have lost their children.”
Uncle Hu spoke sincerely and with a firm attitude.
Wen Yan thought about it and nodded in agreement.
After they separated, Ying Zhilin asked Wen Yan in confusion: "Why did you let it go so easily? It's too dangerous for Uncle Hu."
Wen Yan said, "Uncle Hu has a stubborn temper. If I force him to leave, he will sneak back when he finds a chance.
Rather than letting him escape control and put himself in danger, it's better to follow him. That way, we can at least know his movements and rescue him in time if he's in danger."
It was the same in the previous life.
She was abandoned by Huo Yaoxing and treated as a living target.
She told Uncle Hu not to bother her anymore and to take Aunt Shuang, Banxia and the others and escape first.
Uncle Hu refused to do so and insisted on staying to protect her. In the end, the seven of them died protecting her.
In this life, she doesn't want to lose any of them again.
Ying Zhilin took Wen Yan into his arms and comforted her, "Don't worry, we will definitely arrange for good people to protect Uncle Hu."
Of course, this is all in the past.
The day after the Meng family gathering.
The Meng family sent a betrothal gift to the Ning family.
Meng Xiyan rode a tall horse, followed by a porter.
The line was a bit exaggerated.
The leader Meng Xiyan had already walked out of the street, but the last load of betrothal gifts had not yet left the Meng family.
A total of eighty-eight heavy loads of betrothal gifts were sent to the Ning family.
Pedestrians crowded on the roadside to watch the excitement.
Everyone is talking about this marriage.
Some people say that the Meng family is really generous and values the woman very much.
Some people also say that the Meng family is stupid and has a lot of money.
Meng Xiyan is the legitimate son of General Changsheng and the future heir.
There are so many famous ladies in the capital, but he didn't want a daughter of noble family, and actually married an old widow who was unlucky for her husband.
Not only was Ning Tan old and disfigured, she had also been a widow for five years by her ex-husband.
The Meng family didn't even think it was bad luck.
General Meng was really hungry and could eat any woman.
Amidst the discussions, many people felt sour.
In addition, there were even women who stopped Meng Xiyan on the street and introduced themselves to him: "Although my appearance is not the best, I am pretty.
I have read the Four Books and Five Classics, travelogues and miscellaneous talks, and have also studied the customs of the frontier areas.
General Meng, could you please consider my daughter?
Meng Xiyan was stunned for a moment.
Then my cheeks turned hot with embarrassment.
But fortunately, his skin was tanned, and no one else could notice the redness on his face except himself.
He bowed to the young lady and said, "Young lady, you are well-informed, open-minded, and a rare and good woman.
If I abandon my fiancée before marriage, how can I be worthy of your friendship?
As for Miss Ning Tan, she is gentle and kind, strong and noble, and I am just worthy of her."
The girl's eyes suddenly turned red.
But she also laughed: “You’re right.
If you abandon your fiancée at this time, it will prove that you have flawed character and are unworthy of our respect.
General Meng, I wish you and Miss Ning a happy marriage, a long life together, and many children and grandchildren."
"Thank you, young lady. I also hope you can find a good partner soon and be happy with everything."
Meng Xiyan bowed to her and continued to head towards the Ning family with the betrothal gift delivery team.