Upon hearing this, Xiao Qingyin and the other two came out and saw a young woman with a pointed chin standing resolutely in front of the stone lion.

Not far behind her, a dozen or so passersby were pointing and commenting on the General's Mansion.

"This General Fu is truly an extraordinary man. He would rather stay with a divorced woman than have the young lady from the Marquis of Xuanyi's mansion."

"I've heard that this seventh young lady is a jinx to her husbands. General Fu is probably afraid of being cursed to death by her."

"A jinx? That's definitely not a good match. No wonder she's still unmarried at her age."

"..."

The woman seemed to be provoked by the rumors, and her expression became even more resolute.

Upon seeing Yun Wanyin, she said with a heart full of grief and indignation:

"Since His Majesty has bestowed me upon General Fu, then I, Zhuang Wanmei, will be a member of the Fu family from birth to death."

"If you won't let me in, I'll smash my head against the wall and die right here! I'll die in the Fu family's house!"

"you……"

Just as Yun Wanyin was about to speak to persuade her, Xiao Qingyin gently patted her hand.

“Mother, Miss Zhuang is a grown woman, she must know what she is doing.”

She wants to be a dead member of the Fu family, so just let her be.

Yun Wanyin: "..."

Is this really a good idea?

Xiao Qingyin then turned to Zhuang Wanmei and said, "Miss Zhuang, in ancient times there was Meng Jiangnu crying at the Great Wall, and today there is Zhuang's daughter crashing into the stone lion. You are both heroic women worthy of praise and tears, and I admire you greatly."

"Go ahead and crash into me. Once you're dead, I'll personally pay for a storyteller to spread the tale of your heroic act."

"And we will arrange for an opera troupe to stage plays for you, and have you perform on major opera stages for seven days and seven nights. We will make sure that no one in the capital is unaware of your deeds."

"We also need to find scholars to write your legend, print it into a book, and spread it throughout the world."

"I promise I will not embellish the story or say that you died with your unborn child. I will make sure you are recorded in history with a clear conscience and be remembered for all time."

Zhuang Wanmei: "..."

Is this even human language?!

How could she possibly crash into it?

She knew Xiao Qingyin was difficult to deal with before she came, but she never expected her to be this difficult.

"Miss Xiao, do you think I'm joking around?"

Zhuang Wanmei clenched her fists.

"Aren't you afraid that if I die, I'll come after you?"

Xiao Qingyin's eyes widened.

"What kind of logic is this? I helped you achieve eternal fame, and you still want to settle scores with me?"

"Ha," Zhuang Wanmei sneered, "You just wait and see!"

Even if she gets hurt and bleeds, she's going to get into the Fu family!

Just as she was about to crash into the stone lion, Fu Weiyun suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

Zhuang Wanmei stopped in her tracks, secretly delighted.

It seems that this young General Fu is a man who cherishes women.

That would make things much easier.

Fu Weiyun turned to the steward and ordered, "Bring over three feet, no, five feet of white cloth."

The butler did as instructed immediately.

In the blink of an eye, he took out a bundle of white cloth.

"Lay it in front of that stone lion," Fu Weiyun instructed. "After you're done, wipe the stone lion clean."

The butler did as instructed.

After laying out the white cloth and cleaning the stone lions, Fu Weiyun smiled sweetly at Zhuang Wanmei.

"Alright, Miss Zhuang, now not a single drop of your blood will have been shed in vain."

“I will have a famous artist paint the blood on this cloth as red plum blossoms, so that this painting and your deeds will be passed down.”

Zhuang Wanmei: "..."

Are all members of the Fu family reincarnated evil spirits?!

"Miss Zhuang, hurry up and smash the crater! After you're done, we can report the death to the Marquis of Xuanyi's residence. If we're late, it will be lunchtime, and we'll disturb their meal."

Fu Weiyun urged him on.

Zhuang Wanmei was so angry that she trembled all over.

This person looks so sweet, how can they be so sarcastic!

Some onlookers, eager for a good show, egged him on, saying, "If you're going to crash, just do it already! We've been waiting for so long."

"Yeah, stop acting and hurry up and finish this so I can go back to work."

"Charge it! Charge it!"

Zhuang Wanmei's expression cracked.

If she had known the Fu family was so ruthless, she wouldn't have gone through all this trouble!

Now that we're forced into this situation, we have no choice but to take the plunge.

"Okay, I'll crash it right now and show you!"

She finished speaking bitterly, gritted her teeth, and charged towards the stone lion.

I thought the Fu family would definitely try to stop them, but they didn't.

Everyone stood still, staring at her as if she were a monkey.

Zhuang Wanmei felt a chill run down her spine.

He twisted his foot and fell onto the white cloth.

"Waaah, all I wanted was to find a place to belong, how could you treat me like this?"

Zhuang Wanmei covered her face and burst into tears.

"So what if you let me in? It's just a matter of having an extra pair of chopsticks. I promise I'll stay in my own yard from now on and won't cause you any trouble, okay?"

At first, she was just faking her tears. But as she cried, she realized that she couldn't become a palace concubine and was instead betrothed to a stable boy who didn't even want her!

Overwhelmed with grief, tears streamed down my face, and I burst into a heart-wrenching wail.

The passersby who had been jeering earlier fell silent, looking embarrassed.

Xiao Qingyin walked to her side, half-squatted down, and handed her a handkerchief.

Zhuang Wanmei did not take the handkerchief and continued to wail.

Xiao Qingyin said in an almost inaudible tone, "Want to know how to make His Majesty fall in love with you?"

Zhuang Wanmei's crying stopped abruptly.

What does that mean?

Does she have a way to make His Majesty like her?

Thinking of Xiao Qingyin's medical skills, a thought struck her: Could it be...?

But even if Xiao Qingyin had a way, why would she help her?

Thinking this, Zhuang Wanmei asked the question.

Xiao Qingyin chuckled: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, isn't that right?"

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