The banyan tree was shrouded in foliage, and a chilly wind swept across her face. Shen Mingzhuang realized that she had been kidnapped and taken to the tree. She was annoyed and about to scold them when she suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Her mouth was also covered.

"Huh? Weren't they just coming this way? How come they disappeared after turning around?"

The speaker was a young man of sixteen or seventeen, dressed in white, who looked refined. It was unexpected that he would do something like following a young lady.

Shen Mingzhuang frowned subconsciously, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

The large hand covering her mouth showed no sign of loosening. Ming Zhuang focused her attention, realizing that things were not over yet.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when a young woman, panting heavily, caught up with the white-robed young man.

"Young Master Wen, why are you running so fast? Did you catch up with my sister?"

It turned out to be Shen Mingxi.

Mingzhuang seemed to understand something in an instant.

It seems I almost got tricked today.

Was Shen Mingxi deliberately leading the way for the eldest young master of the Wen family?

The Wen family has been enjoying the Emperor's favor this year and has also amassed some wealth. If the Shen family's illegitimate daughter could marry into the Wen family, she would be able to live a life of comfort and ease as the mistress of the Wen household. It would be a very good thing.

Shen Mingxi didn't seem like someone who wanted her to be well. Mingzhuang's heart stirred slightly, and a few thoughts flashed through her mind.

Since they don't want her to be well, they naturally hope that she can benefit from this incident by leading the young master of the Wen family to find her and creating the illusion of a secret rendezvous with her lover. What good would this do for Shen Mingxi?

Obviously, there's no benefit to it. After all, even Madam Lin doesn't want her to marry into the Wen family, so why would Shen Mingxi want that? Upon closer examination, this matter becomes quite interesting.

Since they don't want her to marry into the family, isn't it possible that Shen Mingxi herself has her own ideas? Besides, as long as her affair with the eldest young master of the Wen family is confirmed today, even if she marries into the family, she won't be able to become the mistress of the house. A morally corrupt concubine's daughter is more than enough to be dealt with as a concubine.

If the eldest young master of the Wen family didn't take a liking to her, but instead did, then things would be even better...

Once I thought about it, everything became clear.

Shen Mingzhuang pursed his lips, thinking to himself that he might as well grant her wish. The Wen family was not a good place either. After all, someone who could be Jiang Wang's lackey was no good person.

Wen Han was still unwilling to give up and continued searching, ignoring Shen Mingxi's words. After taking only two steps, he couldn't help but sneeze several times.

"Young Master Wen, it's chilly in the mountains. Why don't you go back and put on some more clothes?"

Wen Han waved his hand, insisting on taking another look.

Seeing his anxiety, Shen Mingxi, standing behind Wen Han, couldn't help but clench her handkerchief tightly, her heart pounding.

Isn't Shen Mingzhuang just all show and no substance? We're both girls from the Shen family, and I'm not necessarily any worse than Shen Mingzhuang!

Thinking it over, she gritted her teeth and chased after him.

"Young Master Wen, could he be over here?"

...

As the footsteps faded into the distance, the large hand covering her mouth finally loosened. Shen Mingzhuang let out a long breath and wanted to turn around to look, but before she could turn her head, the man in black brocade put her down.

Amidst the dappled light and shadow, Shen Mingzhuang gazed at the man's silhouette, appearing and disappearing in the interplay of light and shadow, and hesitated to speak immediately.

"You want to know who I am? And why I led you here?"

The man smiled, and a warm feeling gradually rose in the depths of his eyes, reflecting Shen Mingzhuang's breathtakingly beautiful face.

“On the river, Young Master Jiang.” Jiang Wang’s thin lips curled slightly. “I brought you here because I overheard someone trying to frame you. I had the honor of seeing your beautiful face before, which is why I resorted to this desperate measure. I hope you will forgive me.”