Lord Shen received the imperial edict, and Madam Shen instructed her maid to bring a bulging bag of silver coins for Wang Fu.
The old lady said politely, "Eunuch Wang, you must be tired from your trip. This is just a small token of my appreciation."
"Jiaojiao, oh no, what about Her Majesty..." Old Marquis Shen hesitated, his brows furrowed with worry.
Wang Fu smiled reassuringly: "Madam Shen, you are too kind. Please rest assured, His Majesty treats the Empress very well. Now that the Marquis of Anbo's mansion is free from bad luck, good fortune is yet to come."
As they spoke, the three of them glanced at Chen Yu, who was sitting on the ground, looking utterly dejected. Their words were clearly pointed at something.
Although Eunuch Wang's actions were somewhat deliberate, Shen Yu was also to blame for his selfishness and impure thoughts. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up like this, harming others for his own benefit. He has no one to blame but himself.
To be honest, Eunuch Wang's instigation actually did the Marquis of Anbo a great favor.
After all, getting their good-for-nothing, foolish son to discover Shen Yu's true colors would be harder than climbing to heaven.
The two elders of the Shen family thanked them again.
Wang Fu smiled but didn't say much, thinking humbly to himself that he was just an actor, while the director was that unpredictable and ruthless devil on the high seat.
However, anyone with a brain can figure this out if they think about it carefully. They're both cunning foxes, so there's no need to bring it up in the open.
Wang Fu glanced at Chen Yu out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't tell that this girl was quite shrewd. It seemed that there would be some chaos at the Marquis Anbo's mansion later. He took the purse and put it in his sleeve before taking his leave.
This dramatic turn of events finally came to an end, and everyone present was still somewhat dazed even after Wang Fu had walked away.
"Big brother, did you hear that?" Shen Qingfeng asked incredulously, pinching his thigh hard.
Shen Qingcheng: "I'm not deaf."
Shen Qingfeng turned to his servants and asked, "And you?"
Everyone nodded vigorously.
Shen Qingfeng pinched his thigh again, looking miserable: "Strange, strange, you all heard it, why do I feel like I'm dreaming, I can't feel any pain at all."
"If you can't feel it, that's normal."
Suddenly, a head popped up above Shen Qingfeng's shoulder. He turned to see his father smiling gently, but his tone was quite fierce: "You unfilial son, keep pinching? Keep pinching! How long are you going to keep pinching your father's leg?!"
Shen Qingcheng: "..."
Shen Qingfeng: "..."
Marquis Anbo was furious.
My heart, which was already utterly devastated by Shen Yu, is still bleeding. Now, my brainless son has pinched my thigh a dozen times!
What a miserable life! He can't live like this anymore!
Shen Qingfeng awkwardly withdrew his hand: "It was an accident, an accident. Dad, does it hurt?"
"What do you think?" If Marquis Anbo hadn't been so exhausted, he would have already slapped his unfilial son on the head with the sole of his shoe.
Shen Qingfeng patted his chest: "It's good that it hurts, so I won't have to pinch myself again."
Marquis Anbo: "..."
Who would want this wretched son? He certainly doesn't want him anymore!
Qin Shi: "..."
Who would want such a stupid husband? She certainly doesn't want him anymore!
Even though he had pinched his father's thigh until it was bruised and purple, Shen Qingfeng still ran to the side of the old Marquis Shen, begging to see the imperial edict.
It wasn't that he didn't believe in the truth; it was just that suddenly having an empress sister felt incredibly magical.
Lord Shen and his wife remained calm and composed in front of Wang Fu, though they were somewhat living in a dream. When faced with their grandson's request, they immediately laid out the imperial edict.
The three of them froze instantly.
After a long pause, Shen Qingfeng finally said, "Was this imperial edict switched?"
Lord Shen: "How could that be? So many eyes are watching, no one can pull any tricks in front of me."
Madam Shen coughed twice to cover her embarrassment: "I can only say that these days, you don't dare to read out imperial edicts without some education."
Shen Qingfeng's lips twitched; he wanted to leave but couldn't help taking another look.
The imperial edict was written in a flamboyant, dragon-and-phoenix-like style—
Empress: Shen Jiao.
Shen Qingfeng looked serious, thinking that he should remind Shen Qingye to study hard when he had time, otherwise he would not be able to make a living in the future and would not even be qualified enough to become the head of internal affairs.
Shen Qingcheng also glanced at the simple and clear imperial edict.
His thoughts were completely different; he only remembered Wang Fu's effusive and impeccable flattery.
A slight smile finally appeared on Shen Qingcheng's usually calm face. "Hmm, that's a good compliment."
...
"Your Highness, Second, what about Chen Yu?"
The butler was about to close the door when he turned around and found Shen Yu still kneeling in the courtyard, looking as if he was repenting and trying to gain sympathy.
However, the heartless words Shen Yu had just spoken still echoed in everyone's ears. Now they felt that this woman was extremely vicious, and they could not feel any pity for her.
Shen Qingcheng's eyes were cold: "Throw it out."
"Big brother!" Shen Yu said in a panic, "I was wrong, big brother. Please don't send me away. What I said just now was not my intention. As the saying goes, as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood. I just wanted to wait until I got out and then come back to save you."
Shen Qingcheng's eyes were cold as he didn't look at her. Chen Yu knelt down and took two steps to Anbo Hou's side, crying bitterly, "Father, Yu'er was wrong. Please forgive Yu'er. Yu'er was just confused and said the wrong thing. You can tolerate so many mistakes my sister has made, why are you targeting me?"
She sobbed uncontrollably, "It was all Eunuch Wang's fault for deliberately making things unclear. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have said those nonsense things. Father, it's not my fault. Please don't send Yu'er away. If Yu'er leaves the Marquis of Anbo's mansion, she'll have nowhere to go..."
Marquis Anbo's gaze was complex.
Seeing his daughter, whom he had raised for over ten years, kneeling at his feet and crying her heart out, how could he not feel pain? Those words were like sharp daggers, peeling away layer after layer of his heart.
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