Just when Lu Zheng found You Xiaowu, in Lu's mansion, the first wife, Mrs. Wu, avoided everyone and came to a remote courtyard.

Although the courtyard was shabby, it was kept very clean. Although the flowers and plants were not expensive, they were planted neatly. There was also a locust tree, but it looked a bit cold in winter.

Mrs. Wu looked flustered. She didn't even look at the scenery. She pushed the door open and a cold wind followed her into the house.

In the middle of the room sat a gentle woman, holding a needle and thread and carefully sewing a child's clothes.

Wu ran to her and said, "I did what you said. They won't doubt me anymore, right?"

The hand sewing the clothes stopped, and the woman slowly raised her head. It was the cowardly Seventh Madam Yan.

Yan smiled softly, "Don't worry."

Wu was still worried, "The second son refused to plead guilty. What if they found out that the boy was me..."

"Don't panic." Yan started sewing again. "Duke Ying and his son have been officials for many years and have made many enemies. There are many who want to use the Lu family's affairs to attack them. The elders of the Lu family will not let this happen. Whether Lu Yuan pleads guilty or not, his death is not far away."

Wu was confused, but she shuddered unconsciously.

Yan bit off the thread, shook the clothes, and showed them to Wu: "This is the clothes I made for Qing'er. Do you think it looks good?"

Wu's face looked a little unnatural: "His clothes will be made by the nanny and maids. Why bother you with this?"

Yan sighed: "I listened to what you asked the nanny to tell me. I am a jinx and it is indeed not suitable for me to make clothes for my brother."

"You... don't listen to that old guy's nonsense." Wu was fidgeting. "That old guy is used to taking advantage of the power of others. I never said that."

Yan stood up, put her hand on Wu's shoulder, and chuckled in her ear: "Okay, I don't blame you. Anyway... you will come back to beg me."

Wu had a rare flash of inspiration: "Why did you poison them? You could have killed them in other ways, just like the eldest brother and..."

"Tsk——" Yan put her index finger against Wu's lips, "You, have you forgotten how you begged me at the beginning? Now that your goal has been achieved, you don't need me anymore?"

Wu turned her head and looked at her in disbelief: "You did it on purpose! You said that the old man wanted to pass the family business to the second son, and asked me to inquire about the old man's whereabouts. You lied to me?!"

"Yes." Yan straightened up, still with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Pa!" Wu turned around and slapped her hard, shaking with anger, "You bitch! You lied to me!"

Yan was weak and fell to the ground after being hit by her. It took her a long time to slowly get up, touching the bleeding corner of her mouth, and looked at Wu with pity: "If it weren't for this, your hook kiss would have been on me."

Wu couldn't help but take a step back and looked at her in fear.

"I want to use the hook and kiss to cure diseases, and everyone knows it. Even if I accidentally use a little too much, no one will find out." Yan sighed softly, "I have taught you so much, and you can be considered a master, but there are still some minor flaws. Why haven't you thought about it, that a careful person like me would not check before taking the medicine?"

Wu looked at her as if she had seen a ghost. Who has ever seen such a person? He knew that he was going to kill her, but he actually used this as an example to teach her how to poison?

However, Yan continued, "I really miss the time when you first came into the mansion. You didn't know anyone and had no one to rely on. You pretended to be strong outside, but privately you could only hide in a corner and cry. But now you are the eldest wife, you have children, and your position is secure. You no longer need me."

Wu turned her face away, "Why are you saying this now?"

"Yes, why should I say this?" There was a moment of sadness on Yan's face, "People will change..."

Wu felt like sitting on pins and needles, and quickly stood up, "Okay, I've been out long enough, I'm going back first." After that, without waiting for Yan's answer, she hurriedly pushed the door and left. Another gust of cold wind blew in, taking away the last bit of warmth in the room, which was not very warm to begin with.

Yan sat down slowly and used scissors to slowly cut the dress that took her several days to make into pieces.

After doing this, Yan stood up and left the house to go to the next room. On the bed in the middle of the room was a maid, who was Yan's personal maid. But when she looked at Yan, her expression was as if she had seen a demon.

Yan sat on the bed, ignoring her frightened howling, and reached out to stroke her hair, saying softly: "I know you don't want to stay with me, but you have to find a better master. The eldest wife is busy with her own affairs, how can she remember you?"

The maid looked at her in horror, tears rolling down her cheeks, and said incoherently: "Madam, please... spare me... I... dare not..."

Yan sighed lightly, and the maid's face suddenly turned pale, as if this sigh had determined her fate.

At this time, Lu Zheng, who had returned to the Duke of Ying's mansion, was pulled by his mother to pack his things, because Yun was going to Fengguo Temple to burn incense the next day.

Since he knew that Chen might know his identity, Lu Zheng was somewhat reluctant to go to Fengguo Temple, but Yun's attitude was very tough, so Lu Zheng had no choice but to go back and let Liu Zhi pack up.

Yun said that he could take a maid with him, so he asked Liu Zhi and Ji Xiang. Liu Zhi smiled and said, "You can take sister Ji Xiang with you, and I will stay to look after the house."

Lu Zheng glanced at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang smiled and said, "Okay, old clothes are better than new people, and I am already an old woman. I have gone out with the young master before. This time, let Liu Zhi go with you. You are a young girl, don't bore yourself into an old maid."

Lu Zheng had seen the two of them fighting with swords in private many times, and it was rare to see them being so humble. He couldn't help but feel comforted, and waved his hand, "Okay, stop arguing, both of you go. Well, let Ah Fu look after the house this time."

So, the next day, Yun looked at her son followed by two maids carrying bags, while Ah Fu, who always followed her son, stood in the crowd aggrievedly.

Yun didn't say much, just sighed with Nanny Yu: "Zheng'er has grown up."

Nanny Yu also smiled: "You should find a wife for the young master."

Yun seemed not to hear this, and said lightly: "His elder brother found a job for him in the Ministry of Justice, so it's good."

Nanny Yu stopped talking and helped Yun get on the carriage.

Lu Zheng rode a horse. In the past, he would get into Yun's carriage, but since he almost told the truth in front of Lu Qing last time, he began to consciously keep a distance from them.

This time, nothing happened until they entered Fengguo Temple. Lu Zheng didn't know why he felt relieved. However, before he could let out his anger, he saw a familiar figure.

"Mr. Ye?" Lu Zheng looked at him curiously, "What are you doing here?" Ye Wenguan was a descendant of Wuwei Dao, so it was obvious that he would never come to Fengguo Temple, which belonged to Buddhism and Taoism, to burn incense.

When Ye Wenguan saw it was him, he smiled gently: "Mr. Lu, I see that you look a little confused. Is there something bothering you?"

Lu Zheng always remembered what Lu Qing had said to him. Thinking that Ye Wenguan also knew his identity, he felt a little restrained in front of him: "Actually... it's nothing."

Ye Wenguan has always been sharp. As soon as he saw Lu Zheng's attitude, he understood. He smiled and said, "You don't have to worry. In my eyes, you are no different from others."

Lu Zheng scratched his head: "Actually, I was a little scared... but now I have figured it out. I have to face it anyway."

Ye Wenguan nodded appreciatively: "That's good."

Lu Zheng wanted to say something when he saw the door of the compartment behind Ye Wenguan opened and Rong Zhen walked out.

"Chu...His Royal Highness the King of Chu?"

Rong Zhen did not expect to meet Lu Zheng here. Seeing his surprised face, he couldn't help but laugh: "What? Did you forget how to address me again today?"

Lu Zheng reflexively felt a pain in his cheek, and his mouth shouted faster than his brain: "Nineteenth Uncle."

"Be good."

Lu Zheng was unhappy again. The King of Chu didn't seem to be much older than him, so why did he like to take advantage of him so much.

However, Ye Wenguan frowned when he saw Rong Zhen's extraordinary interest in Lu Zheng, and interrupted him, saying, "Your Highness, since you have seen Chen, you should leave him alone and go back."

"What's the hurry?" Rong Zhen said calmly, "Doesn't Mr. Ye advocate naturalness? Now that you stay here, isn't it also natural?"

Ye Wenguan's face was rarely angry: "Your Highness the King of Chu!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Lu Zheng covered his ears and was about to leave silently, but was grabbed by the collar.

"Where are you going?" Rong Zhen didn't think there was anything wrong with his action. Looking at Lu Zheng struggling constantly, he smiled and said, "I haven't been back to Yanjing for many years. Fengguo Temple has changed. Why don't you take me for a walk, my good nephew?"

What a liar! Let's not talk about how the layout of Fengguo Temple has not changed for many years. Just last year, you accompanied Emperor Yongning to Fengguo Temple to burn incense! Even if you lie, you should still offer some snacks, okay, Your Highness the King of Chu!

However, Lu Zheng only dared to say these words in his heart, and did not dare to show them in front of Rong Zhen at all. Seeing that his attitude did not change, he could only take him to the back mountain honestly.

Ye Wenguan frowned, but heard someone behind him say calmly: "Let them go, it's their destiny."

Ye Wenguan turned around and saw Liaochen standing at the door of the compartment. He smiled coldly: "Laochen, we are the ones who have let him down, we have to pay him back. The so-called destiny is just a lie to comfort ourselves, we all know it."

Liaochen lowered his head: "Amitabha."