Sure enough, the time-traveling god still favored her. Seeing that she had a broken head and was in such a miserable state, he compensated her with the most needed artifact at the moment!
She casually picked a tender bok choy leaf and popped it into her mouth. The sweet and rich flavor of the bok choy made her even happier.
This nursery not only accelerates growth, but may also have the miraculous effect of evolution and enhancement.
Even if the quality of the fruit seedlings cultivated here is lower when planted elsewhere, they will still be much better than local fruits from elsewhere.
And the phrase "much better" is the foundation of confidence for getting rich...
Let's not talk about how Jiayin messed around in the space, or how the villagers encouraged each other and started building their new home little by little.
It is said that Madam Cui and Mr. Wen went straight to a large, secluded mansion in the south of the city after entering the new capital.
Wen Hai had already inquired about it and sent a letter in advance.
So when the two entered, the elderly person they wanted to see had been waiting for a long time.
Madam Cui immediately knelt down, "Uncle, sob sob, Jinrou has finally seen you!"
The elderly man, his hair gray, helped her up, his face also flushed. "Rou'er, don't cry. It's good that you're alive. Your uncle will take care of everything else."
Jinrou got up, hugged the old man's arm, and tears streamed down her face like a spring.
Although she called him "Uncle," the old man's surname wasn't Cui, but Liu.
Old Master Liu and her father had known each other since childhood. They studied together, took the imperial examinations together, served as officials in the court together, and rose to high positions together. They were sworn brothers.
However, Mr. Cui was too upright and had too much of a scholar's aloofness. He inevitably offended people in his dealings with others. In the end, he couldn't stand the infighting in the court, so he resigned from his post and died young.
However, Old Master Liu was tactful and adept at handling social situations. He served in the imperial court for over twenty years, not only rising to the position of a first-rank minister but also retiring smoothly to return to his hometown to live out his retirement. His family prospered greatly.
Grandpa Liu gently patted his niece's back, looked her over carefully, and his eyes were full of heartache. "Child, you've suffered. It's good that you're back. Your uncle is here for you."
Liu Zhiheng, the eldest son of the Liu family, and Mr. Wen both offered words of comfort, and soon everyone went inside.
Old Master Liu was unusually anxious and immediately asked, "The war broke out suddenly, and the capital was moved without warning. There is chaos and turmoil everywhere. I asked your elder brother to go to the Marquis of Dingbei's residence to inquire, and the Marquis of Dingbei said that you died of illness. What exactly happened?"
He glanced at Mr. Wen again, "Why are you walking with your senior brother?"
Madam Cui wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and said, "Uncle, I want a divorce. Please help me!"
"Divorce?" Both Mr. Liu and his son were astonished!
The early spring sun shone on the steps in front of the door, and a gentle breeze, which hadn't warmed up, quietly slipped into the house, listening to gossip...
Soon, Liu Zhiheng went out, and less than half an hour later, he invited two old men over...
In the Dingbei Marquis's residence in the east of the city, Lady Jiao, who had only been married for two months, was gently rubbing her temples. Her own mother sat in front of her, tears streaming down her face.
"Hui'er, you must think of something for your brother. He's been humiliated this time, and it's been a huge blow to him. He's been locked in his room for days without eating or drinking. The Marquis dotes on you so much, could you perhaps talk to him and ask for more..."
But before they could finish speaking, an old woman came running in, panting, "Madam, something terrible has happened! Madam is back!"
Neither the mother nor the daughter could understand what was being said. The old woman, perhaps realizing what was happening, added another sentence loudly.
"Madam, the First Madam, who died of illness earlier, has returned with several guests. The Marquis has already gone there; you should go and see him as well!"
The First Lady died of illness!
Jiao's face turned pale immediately, but Madam Jiao was furious. She stood up and cursed, "That Fu Qingrong! How dare he deceive our family! Didn't he lose his wife? How come he has a new wife now!"
Jiao's mind was also in a daze. After thinking for a moment, she left her mother behind and hurried to the front.
The main courtyard was now filled with the old servants of the Marquis's mansion. Occasionally, they would steal a glance into the hall, their expressions strange. Some looked guilty, some surprised, but most of all, there was a deep-seated schadenfreude hidden in their eyes.
Jiao hurriedly entered the room and saw a beautiful and dignified woman sitting in the main seat, while the Marquis next to her had a face so black it could drip ink.
"My lord, what's going on? What do you mean, 'Madam has returned'? I am your lawfully wedded wife!"
Marquis Dingbei was only in his forties, with a dignified and imposing appearance, but his first words were a rebuke.
"What are you yelling for? Stand over there!"
After saying that, he turned to Madam Cui, who was standing to one side, and said...
“Jinrou, I was too busy that day and thought my family had gone to the other courtyard to fetch you. But when I arrived in Jiangnan, I realized I had left you behind. You haven’t appeared for half a year. I guessed that even if you hadn’t been harmed by the barbarians, you would have lost your innocence and wouldn’t come back. That’s why I told everyone that you died of illness, to protect your reputation, and then I married a woman named Jiao. I never expected that you would come back today.”
These words were utterly shameless. Before Madam Cui could speak, Old Master Liu had already smashed his teacup.
"Fu Qingrong, you are a military officer, yet you are so shameless! You abandoned your wife when you were fleeing for your life, and now you have divorced her and remarried, and you even want to blame Jinrou for everything. You are worse than an animal!"
The other old man also nodded, his face turning pale with anger.
"Back then, when Grand Secretary Cui married his daughter to you, you personally promised to treat Jinrou like a precious jewel. How can you be worthy of the Grand Secretary's support now? How can you be worthy of Jinrou's deep affection in insisting on marrying you? How can we entrust you with the important task of guarding the Jinsha River with such ingratitude? We will jointly submit a memorial tomorrow!"
Marquis Dingbei's eyes flickered, his fists clenched tightly in his sleeves, his heart filled with resentment.
He had already planned it all out. By marrying the Jiao family's daughter and gaining the support of the local powerful clan, he could advance further in the imperial court.
Little did they expect that everything would be so perfect, only to be suddenly turned upside down!
He suppressed his agitation and softened his tone, "Jinrou, I admit I was wrong before. In protecting the Emperor and Empress Dowager on their journey south, I truly neglected your safety. But now that things have come to this, how about... you and Lady Jiao follow the example of Ehuang and Nüying, treating each other as equal wives, regardless of rank? Don't you like peace and quiet? Leave the household affairs to Lady Jiao, and you can simply go and live on the estate outside the city..."
Madam Cui laughed in anger, leaving no room for further discussion.
"Fu Qingrong, the thing I regret most in my life is disobeying my father's orders and marrying you, you ungrateful scoundrel! You have such a handsome face, but you're actually a good-for-nothing. You're quite adept at climbing the social ladder by using your father-in-law!"
"Insolence!" Marquis Dingbei, his lungs pierced, could no longer maintain his pretense and raised his hand to strike.
Unexpectedly, Madam Cui was faster, slapping him first with a loud thud.
Marquis Dingbei was stunned by the blow and forgot to fight back. He was then slapped twice more by Lady Cui.
Jiao screamed and lunged forward, "How dare you hit my lord! I..."
Madam Cui kicked her directly in the stomach, causing her to fall into the arms of Marquis Dingbei in pain, thus giving Marquis Dingbei no chance to retaliate.
Madam Cui's eyes were red, filled with hatred!
"Fu Qingrong, do you still think I'm the Cui Jinrou you threw away to fend for myself in the other courtyard? I've already been to the gates of hell, and now I'm just waiting to drag you down there too, so you can taste what it's like!"
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