Chapter 92: Wen Family Clears Their Name

The handprint was made by Meng Xiyan just now.

Wen Yan found a blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing plaster from her dressing table, and endured the pain to push away the blood clots from the wound.

Just then, the maid knocked on the door.

Wen Yan put down her sleeves and said, "Come in."

A woman pushed the door open and came in.

She is the housekeeper in Meng Xiyan's courtyard.

She was very respectful to Wen Yan.

He respectfully handed a porcelain bottle to Wen Yan: "This is a gift from the palace. It is a medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. The eldest young master asked this old servant to bring it to me."

Wen Yan lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then took it with a smile.

Wen Yan stayed in the general's mansion for one night and said goodbye the next day to return to Songshan Village.

When sending her out, Meng Xiyan apologized to her: "I was impulsive yesterday. Does your arm still hurt?"

"Brother Xi Yan is also concerned about Sister Chi Fei, I understand. Besides, with the medicine given by the emperor, I am no longer in danger."

Meng Xiyan watched her leave and asked Chen Yi, "Brother Chen Yi, how did she, a lady who never leaves her house, know that there was something wrong with Sun Rulan?"

Chen Yidao said, "Don't underestimate these ladies in the inner chambers. They have their own information channels. They may be more informed than we are about many of the inner chambers' secrets."

Meng Xiyan groaned and said, "Just in case, let Chi Fei stay at grandma's house for a while."

"Send him away directly?"

"No, that would be too conspicuous. You can go to your grandmother's house later and tell her that Sun Rulan is here. She will understand."

That afternoon, someone from my grandparents' family really came and said that my grandmother was not feeling well and wanted Meng Chifei to go over and keep her company.

When Meng Chifei heard that his grandmother was unwell, he rushed over without even having time to pack his luggage.

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After Wen Yan left the General's Mansion,

Walked to 'Tianyi Cloth Shop'.

She walked and listened.

It turned out to be just as I expected.

With the instigation of the Wen family, the matter of clarifying the wedding dress has spread throughout the city.

The reputation of Wen Yan and the Wen family underwent a drastic reversal overnight.

Wen Yan became a rat crossing the street, and the Wen family became a family of tolerance and kindness.

Many people were outraged at Wen Yan and cursed him harshly.

Luckily, no one recognized her, otherwise someone might have thrown rotten eggs at her!

As soon as she arrived at the store, the shopkeeper came up to her and handed her an envelope: "Young master, someone delivered this this morning."

Wen Yan took the envelope, opened it and took a few glances at it.

It was that man who asked her to meet at the teahouse in the afternoon.

After Wen Yan finished reading, he handed the letter back to the shopkeeper: "Deal with it. By the way, did a young master from Qingchuan come to see me this morning?"

"Yes, I'm waiting for you in the private room on the second floor."

"Please, Manager Cui, prepare a pot of cooked Pu'er tea for me." Qingchuan has a weak spleen and stomach, so drinking cooked Pu'er tea nourishes his stomach.

"Yes." Shopkeeper Cui responded and quickly came back with freshly brewed tea.

Wen Yan went upstairs with the tea.

Open the door.

Qingchuan looked up and saw Wen Yan, and immediately smiled: "Miss Wen Yan, you are here."

Wen Yan sat down opposite him and replaced the tea with freshly brewed tea.

Qingchuan looked at the brown tea soup and found it was ripe Pu'er tea.

He had a stomachache only once, at a poetry reading, and she remembered it.

Such a thoughtful and kind woman deserves to be forgotten.

While sipping the fragrant tea, Qingchuan asked curiously, "Is this shop yours?"

"It's not mine alone. Meng Chifei and I opened it together."

Qingchuan was not surprised.

The whole capital knows that Wen Yan and Meng Chifei have always been good friends.

After a few pleasantries, I couldn't find any other topic to talk about.

The two of them naturally got down to business: "You asked me yesterday if I wanted to make money. Is there any way to make money?"

Wen Yan asked him, "How much money can you spare?"

Qingchuan counted in his mind: "About three or four thousand taels."

"That's almost enough. The Tea Supervisor has a batch of spring tea that's been soaked in water. Its appearance and taste have been affected, so it should be sold at a low price. If you have enough silver, you can go and buy it."

"Really? If it's tea, would three or four thousand taels of silver be enough?"

Wen Yan said, "That was just a batch of medium-quality tea, and the quantity was small. Those nobles were too lazy to extend their hands to do so. Otherwise, such a good thing would not have been our turn."

"Appearance and taste are both affected. How do we sell it after we buy it?"

Wen Yan said, "The so-called appearance and taste are only for the dignitaries in the capital. Whether it's for personal use or entertaining guests, it's unpleasant. However, if we sell it to the northern border, it will be the best tea. I guarantee it will be sold out in less than half a day."

"I remember that your eldest brother has a classmate who works in the Tea Inspectorate. If you use your connections, you should be able to get this batch of tea." Wen Yan suggested.

When his elder brother was mentioned, Qingchuan frowned slightly.

He really didn't want to ask his elder brother for help.

Moreover, if the eldest brother knows, it is equivalent to the father and mother knowing.

His intention to do business was exposed.

Then it will be another...

Qingchuan said: "If you don't ask my eldest brother, I have other connections. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to accomplish this."

"Then I will wait for your good news." Wen Yan toasted him with tea instead of wine.

Send Qingchuan away.

Wen Yan went to check on the progress of the pen and ink shop again.

As soon as she entered the door, a man dressed as a waiter came to greet her.

Wen Yan recognized him at a glance.

He is a waiter in a paper shop.

At that time, she offered him a monthly salary of one or two taels of silver to poach him.

He really switched jobs here.

The shop is almost finished decorating.

A lot of goods were also prepared, filling up half of the warehouse.

Take stock of the shop's affairs.

In the afternoon, she went to the teahouse to keep her appointment again.

When I pushed open the door of the private room, a middle-aged man was already waiting inside.

Seeing Wen Yan, he immediately stood up and attentively poured tea for her: "Niece Wen Yan, thank you for making such a special trip."

Wen Yan was also polite to him: "Uncle Mu, if you have something to say, just tell me."

The middle-aged man in front of him was named Mu. He was Jiang Xinkui's cousin and the middle-aged man he had an appointment with yesterday.

Uncle Mu lowered his eyes and pondered for a long while before he seemed to have made up his mind. "I think this is the end of the matter regarding the wedding dress."

"What? I helped you get that position, and now you want to get rid of me?" Wen Yan's tone was cold.

"Of course not. Let me explain..."

Yesterday, Jiang Xinkui met with him and begged him to let her husband go.

Otherwise she would be divorced and sent home.

She begged him to look at the Buddha's face instead of the monk's.

For the sake of our past friendship, don’t use the wedding dress as an excuse.

Looking at the woman who once loved him but abandoned him, he cried like rain.

He didn't feel the thrill of victory.

He was more relieved.

When she was young, Jiang Xinkui was also very delicate.

Whenever her hand was scratched by a leaf, she would cry in front of me and need me to comfort her.

More than 20 years.

She remains unchanged.

Now let’s look at his current wife.

Gentle and virtuous, calm and generous.

She can also express her views on official business.

The depression that had been stuck in his chest for more than twenty years dissipated in an instant.

I feel that my argument is ridiculous.

Forget it, let’s leave it at that.

But he and Wen Yan planned to usurp Wen's father's position.

Wen Yan joined the game with his own body and paid the price with his reputation.

If he quit without permission, he would have to discuss it with Wen Yan and give her an explanation.

He thought Wen Yan would strongly object.

He was also prepared to pay the price.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yan agreed readily: "Since you don't want to do it, then don't do it."