Zheng Chengye was intelligent, so he quickly rose to the top class at the Imperial Academy.
At this moment, he was full of knowledge, yet he couldn't find a single word to refute it.
Her delicate, fair face flushed crimson, filled with shame, indignation, and helplessness.
Song Yushu was a perceptive person, so how could he not realize what was happening?
Enraged, he yanked Zheng Chengye up from his chair.
"Qingwan, I will come back to apologize to you later."
After saying that, he took his son and left Shuya Courtyard, returning to his Tingtao Xiaozhu.
"Tell me the truth, you're the one who invited Yun Xiaoran, aren't you?"
Once the truth was out, Zheng Chengye simply stopped pretending and angrily retorted, "So what if it is? The position of cousin-in-law originally belonged to Sister Xiaoran. You and your cousin were both bewitched by that wanton woman."
"Shut up!"
Song Yu was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.
"How old are you? What can you possibly see? Some things aren't what they seem on the surface. Yun Xiaoran, she..."
"Mother!"
Zheng Chengye was furious. "You are the mistress of the Prince's Mansion, and your mind is as clear as a mirror. Father often praises you for your beauty and wisdom. How can you trust a stranger but not Xiaoran, whom you have watched grow up?"
Song Yushu didn't know how to explain.
The matter of Yun Xiaoran killing thirteen members of the Yun family remains unresolved.
She can choose not to guess.
However, she had witnessed Yun Xiaoran's scheme to frame Jiang Qingwan with aphrodisiacs, her casual killing of Zhang Mama, and her forcing Mo Yunhan to marry her.
His true nature was completely exposed.
Even without Yun Yaoyao's death, she would not have wanted such a vicious person to marry Mo Yunhan.
But she really didn't want to tell Zheng Chengye these things.
"You will understand right and wrong in the future, but you are not allowed to get involved in anything Yun Xiaoran does in the future."
The stricter she was, the more rebellious the young men became.
Zheng Chengye took out the sheet of Xuan paper for interpreting the divination from his pocket.
“Today I went back to the manor to find my cousin and happened to see that woman sneaking into my cousin’s room and stealing this. Mother, the evidence is irrefutable. She definitely came to the manor with ill intentions.”
Song Yushu took the book and unfolded it, but couldn't understand it at all.
"What's this?"
Zheng Chengye snatched the paper back and stuffed it into his pocket.
“It must be a coded text that she copied down, thinking that none of us could understand it. Give me some time, and I will definitely find out the truth.”
He then took out the amulet.
"Mother, did you also have a share? She must have used this method to deceive you and my cousin. Give me the talisman and don't carry it with you anymore."
Song Yushu raised his hand and tapped him on the forehead.
"You are too prejudiced. Qingwan is a pure-hearted person with great abilities. You will see her clearly as you get to know her better. I'll pack some clean clothes for you. Before curfew, go back to the Imperial Academy immediately and don't worry about things at home anymore."
She then had a servant bring over a separate meal from the kitchen.
On the other side,
The once lively dining table was now empty except for Jiang Qingwan.
Lian'er felt sad, and her eyes were red.
Li Dou didn't understand any of this, so he just stood by and watched.
Even the piping hot, spicy, and tender roast chicken seemed unpalatable.
Jiang Qingwan drank several glasses of wine in a row, then stood up and said, "Li Dou, I want to drink fish soup."
Lian'er couldn't stand it any longer and immediately grabbed her arm, saying, "Miss, Lian'er still has some beef to cook. Let's go back."
Jiang Qingwan turned her head to look at her.
"You also think I'm pathetic?"
Lian'er quickly sniffed.
"No, Miss is the future Ninth Prince's consort. So many people in the capital envy her. How could she be pitiful? This servant... this servant's eyes were just stinging from the smell of alcohol."
Jiang Qingwan felt a little dizzy.
She said softly, "I don't like Mo Yunhan, not at all."
...
Inside the elegant building, there are light yellow warm curtains and hibiscus brocade quilts.
The dragon and phoenix cups bestowed by the Empress Dowager were filled with fine wine, shimmering in the candlelight.
Yun Xiaoran had already taken off her outer garment; the thin, gossamer-like skirt could not conceal her alluring figure, the barely visible high breasts showcasing her feminine beauty.
She gazed at the man sitting at the table with seductive eyes; he was as handsome as a god, unattainable.
She had only managed to glean a few words from Yun Yaoyao's conversations.
Yun Yaoyao is the eldest legitimate daughter, and she always gets ahead of her in everything.
She was already jealous.
Later, she read the sorrow of unrequited love in those poems and essays that concealed the girl's feelings and in those paintings that dared not depict facial features.
She thought to herself that if she could make Mo Yunhan fall in love with her, she would have taken away Yun Yaoyao's most precious possession.
That would be the most enjoyable.
But she couldn't find an opportunity to get close.
Once, she secretly followed Yun Yaoyao out and saw her stop Mo Yunhan on the street and ask him to marry her.
She cried so pitifully, yet she was still rejected.
The young man, wielding a long spear, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, resembled a war god descended from heaven to earth.
At that moment, she vowed that she would get Mo Yunhan in this lifetime, no matter what means she had to use.
Now, she has finally gotten what she wanted.
"Brother Yunhan, today is Xiaoran's happiest and most joyful day. It's kind of Gui Mama to be waiting outside. Let's not keep the Empress Dowager waiting too long. Let's drink the nuptial cup together."
Mo Yunhan's gaze finally landed on her face.
Calm and still, neither happy nor angry.
Because of his guilt towards Yun Yaoyao, he took care of Yun Xiaoran for many years, but he never expected that he had raised a poisonous snake.
His gaze moved from Yun Xiaoran's face to her chest and then to her waist.
Yun Xiaoran trembled slightly under his gaze, her breathing became rapid, and her body went limp as she wanted to lean into his arms.
"You're all dressed like this, why are you still wearing that purse? Who gave it to you?"
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