Crane Sleep Garden

As soon as Sang Yu returned to the courtyard, he rushed into the house and locked himself in his room. He wouldn't answer anyone when asked what was wrong.

After Changfeng told Wen Yanche about this yesterday, Wen Yanche guessed that the person who poisoned Chi Yan was Xiaoyu.

Wen Yanche was very worried and thought it over and over: Would his wife blame Xiaoyu for Chi Yan's sake?

After discovering Sang Yu's exceptional talent in poison making, he specially hired a poison master to reside in his residence and teach him. He also set up a small courtyard for him, with several rooms filled with various herbs and materials to facilitate his study.

Her heart was in her throat all night. Not wanting to blame Sang Yu too much, she planned to wait for Leng Qingning to come out of Tingfeng Pavilion to talk to her on her behalf. Unexpectedly, Sang Yu was directly invited to the Rose Garden.

You came back looking like this after just one trip. Were you scolded?

"Changfeng, go and invite the mistress over."

"yes."

I have a bit of a headache; the victim is Chi Yan…

After waiting for a while, Leng Qingning arrived.

“A-Che”.

Wen Yanche looked over and saw that Leng Qingning's expression was unharmed. He smiled and asked tentatively, "Ning'er, how is Young Master Chi?"

"The imperial physician prescribed medicine, and I will be fine in a few days."

"That's good."

When Changfeng went to the Rose Garden, Leng Qingning was about to leave when she immediately guessed that Wen Yanche had invited her there for the purpose of his invitation. He must be afraid that she would punish Sang Yu, so she put down the shop and rushed over.

He brought it up proactively: "A-Che, do you want to ask about Xiao-Yu?"

"He's still young and doesn't understand, don't be angry," Wen Yanche said, changing the subject.

"I'm not angry." Leng Qingning smiled easily.

Seeing this, Wen Yanche felt relieved: "What about Xiaoyu?"

Why did you do that!

"Xiaoyu ran back with a blush and locked himself in. Ning'er, tell your husband, what's wrong with him?"

Leng Qingning shrugged. "Who knows what a child is thinking?"

I can actually see some things, but I can't say it out loud. Maybe I'm seeing things wrong.

"It's good that Ning'er won't punish him." Wen Yanche smiled with relief, then thought of Chi Yan, "What about Young Master Chi..."

Seeing that Wen Yanche seemed to have something to say, Leng Qingning sat up straight and looked at him leisurely.

Wen Yanche blinked slightly, as if considering how to start the conversation. There was a question he had wanted to ask ever since Chi Yan entered the manor, and now that the two had consummated their marriage last night, as the master, he had no choice but to bring it up.

With a smile on her face and a calm tone, she asked, "Ning'er, now that Young Master Chi is yours, are you prepared to marry him? When will you marry him?"

Considering the feelings of my husbands, I had planned to ask this question a few days later, but last night…

The matter has come to this point, and there is no time to delay.

As the ruler, I still have to take responsibility for managing things.

Otherwise, it wouldn't sound good if word got out, and it would damage the young king's reputation.

Unexpectedly, the other person said, "I will not marry Ah Yan!"

Wen Yanche was taken aback, "Not getting married?"

What's the meaning?

If he loses his virginity but doesn't get married, wouldn't Chi Yan become a clandestine lover?

Should we postpone marriage for now or never get married in the future?

"What does the wife mean...?"

Leng Qingning smiled innocently, "I have enough husbands already, and I don't want to take any more concubines for the time being. I haven't favored either of the two young ladies yet. Brother Che, I'm too busy to be in two places at once."

Wen Yanche was speechless.

Husband?

It was already unexpected that they wouldn't get married, and it was even more inconceivable that he would be ranked below the rank of a concubine.

The husband was even lower in rank than the one who served the emperor.

I'm afraid the other young men wouldn't believe it if they heard this!

That's Chi Yan!

After a moment of hesitation, Wen Yanche asked, "Ning'er, have you been possessed?"

"Pfft." She couldn't help but laugh out loud, then frowned guiltily. "Brother Che, was I not clear enough last time? What, in your heart, do you really think I have to marry him? That not marrying him means I've been replaced?"

Leng Qingning said earnestly, "Brother Che, do you want me to say it again?"

Wen Yanche shook his head slightly, still not having processed his astonishment.

"Brother Che, don't overthink it. The person I care about most is you, not him."

"I have no doubts about you, it's just that..."

I was just surprised that the wife didn't marry Chi Yan?

Leng Qingning's expression changed. "Brother Che, do you think I should forgive him?"

Wen Yanche countered, "I don't know, do you want to forgive him?"

After a ten-second silence: "I don't want to."

I don't want to right now!

Seeing her deep eyes and the faint anger and resentment between her brows, Wen Yanche understood.

He almost forgot that his wife was somewhat vengeful; thinking of this, his mind cleared.

Are you getting revenge on him?

"Perhaps!"

Leng Qingning did not explicitly state it, and she herself did not know what kind of complex psychology it was.

Wen Yanche changed the subject, "Ning'er, shouldn't you be going to the shop to collect debts today? Would you like your husband to go with you? It's a good opportunity to go for a walk."

Upon hearing this, she suppressed her inner turmoil and looked at his lower abdomen with concern, "Is it convenient for you, my husband?"

"Is there any inconvenience?"

Leng Qingning nodded, "Alright then."

As soon as the couple left the mansion, the mansion immediately became lively.

Back Garden

"That girl from Tingfeng Pavilion was favored by His Highness last night."

"Really?"

“Brother Xiao Xin said it himself, so how could it be false?”

"I've heard about it too. That guy, huh, he used a self-inflicted injury trick to poison himself. Blood spurted far away, and he even cried and wailed to make His Highness's heart soften. His Highness softened for a moment and favored him. Tsk tsk."

"Outrageous! So what if you can cry?"

"That's right. I'll have to go back and have a good talk with my husband. I'll find a chance to go and cry in front of His Highness."

"Oh dear, isn't that Young Master Chi going to gain power again? Will Yuanshan tell on him?"

"Heh, you dare to hit that person's men? And beat them half to death? Yuanshan has been reinstated to his position of authority now, you'd better pray for yourself."

"Sigh..." I was filled with regret.

"Brothers, I've heard that the master of Tingfeng Pavilion used to be able to do whatever he wanted in the manor. He didn't even put Langyue, the steward by the Lord's side, in his eyes. He would slap her hundreds of times and punch and kick her. Langyue only said one word and was punished by His Highness, beaten until she was covered in blood and confined to her quarters for half a year. Is that true?"

Brother Qiu scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? It was the Lord who ordered the beating of Steward Langyue. Whose gossip have you new servants been listening to?"

"Brother Qiu, I've heard that the master of Tingfeng Pavilion is no less powerful than the Lord. He's extremely tyrannical and cruel, and he beats and scolds his servants at the drop of a hat. If you displease him, he'll have Brother Amu give you poisoned wine. The servants in their courtyard are all self-purchased household slaves, and no one dares to say anything. This can't be true, can it?"

Brother Qiu sighed, facepalming.

"Go away, go away, don't believe everything you hear. I've been serving the masters in Langya Manor since it was built, following His Highness. I've never heard of such sordid things. Hurry up and get to work. If you keep talking about it, I'll report it to the Lord and have your monthly allowances deducted."

Yes, yes, yes.

Brother Qiu put his hands on his hips, dismissed the servants, and wondered to himself, who was so big-mouthed as to spread rumors about people?