Wen Zhixuan had long anticipated that Shen Jiming would come knocking on his door, so he was not flustered.
Shen Jiming's expression was not good.
"Last time, the Imperial Advisor told me that the talisman Princess Fule gave my wife was a gift from that female demon. But Minister Zhuang's daughter was personally treated by Princess Fule. How do you explain that?"
Wen Zhongxuan said calmly, "If I told Lord Shen that a two-year-old child has the ability to bring the dead back to life, would you believe me?"
Shen Jiming choked up.
"So the Imperial Advisor already knew that Princess Fule possessed extraordinary abilities?"
Wen Zhixuan slowly sipped his tea without saying a word.
Shen Jiming's expression grew even colder. "The Imperial Preceptor is a Taoist practitioner and is also very proficient in the art of talismans. I imagine that the child's illness is not difficult for the Imperial Preceptor."
Wen Zhixuan finally agreed to talk to him.
"Lord Shen's words were full of reproach. Do you still remember where your son's illness came from?"
Shen Jiming's expression changed slightly.
Wen replied calmly, "I shouldn't interfere in Lord Shen's family affairs. But since Lord Shen has taken his anger out on me today, I have something to say."
His eyes were cold as he said, “The poison in your body was inflicted by your daughter. I have a vow to grow old with her, so how could I go against her wishes and hurt her? Besides, since you know this in your heart, yet you condone and protect her, it is tantamount to tacit approval. There is no need for you to play the benevolent father afterward.”
Fang, a legitimate wife, couldn't even keep an eye on a young lady who was observing mourning at home. He, who had been in charge of the household for many years, was still able to have such a huge accusation pinned on her head.
They are all useless people.
Shen Jiming knew he was incompetent and needed his daughter to scheme and plot for him. Since he had chosen the head of the household over his son, he had no right to lash out at him for his incompetence.
Shen Jiming was caught off guard and then sneered, "I never realized before that the Imperial Preceptor was so devoted to my daughter."
Wen Zhixuan smiled faintly.
"Lord Shen, you're mistaken. Last year, you personally visited Yi Cheng's first birthday banquet with gifts to offer your congratulations."
He refused the princess's marriage proposal because of this child.
Wen Zhixuan felt that he had done everything he could for Shen Qinghe.
Shen Qinghe lied to him, but he didn't hold it against her. He even promised to marry her and help her get rid of her devilish mother.
Others don't get this treatment.
Shen Jiming knew he was cold-hearted and indifferent, but she only realized how painful it was when the needle pricked her.
"The Imperial Advisor's words are arrogant and shameless; I, Shen, have nothing to say. I only wonder, with a goddess descending to earth, will His Majesty still rely on the Imperial Advisor as before?"
He stood up and said, "Goodbye."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Wen Zhixuan remained seated.
If gods could intervene in human affairs, the world would be at peace long ago, and there would be so many wronged souls and wars.
Shen Jiming returned home with a cold face, went straight to Shen Qinghe's courtyard, and slapped her across the face.
Shen Qinghe was stunned.
"Father?"
Shen Jiming's gaze was as cold as ice. "You and Wen Zhixuan are truly birds of a feather, equally cold-blooded and ruthless. No wonder you dared to have an affair with him behind your mother's back. I underestimated your abilities."
The words "illicit union" were like two sharp swords, piercing straight into Shen Qinghe's heart.
Her eyes involuntarily reddened, and she said in a trembling voice, "Why does Father humiliate his daughter like this?"
"humiliation?"
Shen Jiming sneered, "You know best how you got involved with him, how you shamelessly threw yourself into his arms, and how you secretly conceived a child."
Shen Qinghe trembled all over as distant memories resurfaced in her mind.
Three years ago, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she saw through the dispute in the back alley of the Duke of E's mansion and realized the hidden affection Gu Jinchuan had for Jiang Shuman behind his indifference.
Even without Lu Yanhe, there's still Gu Jinchuan.
How come Jiang Shuman is so lucky?
Shen Qinghe's uncontrollable jealousy.
After taking Wen Zhixuan to the clinic, as she was leaving, she saw him tear off Jiang Shuman's sachet.
Suddenly, an idea came to him.
Jiang Shuman is engaged. If people find out that she is having an affair with another man, she will surely be ruined.
So she went to the clinic to see Wen Zhixuan.
She had originally planned to persuade him to use the sachet to frame Jiang Shuman, and she had thought of all sorts of methods, including coercion and enticement.
Unexpectedly, he recovered completely in just one night.
She stepped down from the carriage and happened to see him stepping out of the door. He was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, holding an ancient sword, with handsome features and an extraordinary, ethereal air.
She stared blankly, her heart pounding in her chest.
The initial thought in my mind vanished instantly.
The apprentice at the clinic recognized her, and she readily accepted the life-saving favor. In addition, there was a sachet as proof—Jiang Shuman only knew how to wield a sword and could not hold an embroidery needle at all.
He said he was a Taoist practitioner.
She believed it.
Because she saw how powerful and influential he was.
Shen Qinghe told him that rather than making a living in front of those arrogant and powerful families, it would be better to become a favored minister by the emperor's side.
The autumn hunt is the best opportunity.
Although she had never been there, Jiang Shuman had been and had even taken her on a spring outing to the area.
Therefore, she is able to draw topographic maps.
To prevent him from meeting Jiang Shuman at the hunting grounds, she went to great lengths—Jiang Shuman, a young lady who had been born into a noble family and frequented the palace since childhood, preferred the mundane aspects of life and often ate at street stalls, sometimes even taking her along.
There's a breakfast shop in the north of the city; it's small, but its soy milk is very famous.
Shen Qinghe subtly hinted to the boss that adding some peanuts to the soybeans would make the juice taste better.
Jiang Shuman is allergic to peanuts!
However, she was a martial artist and physically strong, and because she had only drunk a small amount, she noticed something was wrong, and the symptoms were not serious.
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