After all, in such a complex and chaotic world, many things are difficult to distinguish between true and false, and she dare not easily and completely trust every word of others.
However, one thing is certain: this woman named Yu Xingyao is actually the legendary Sui Sui herself.
Wen Zhu had heard about this matter a long time ago and had never felt the slightest bit uneasy about it.
On the contrary, it was precisely by taking advantage of this that she was able to gain many benefits.
The love and attention that originally belonged to Sui Sui have now been transferred to her by the prince, which makes her very satisfied.
Whenever he thought that Yu Xingyao was far away from home and it was almost impossible for her to return to the prince, he felt a sense of security and satisfaction in his heart.
At the same time, Wen Zhu secretly planned in her heart that she would try every possible way to learn more about Yu Xingyao in the future. Only in this way could she better imitate the other party and further win the favor of the prince.
Her gaze shifted to Su Xiawei again, and she suddenly thought of another question: What is Fu Yu's true attitude towards Minister Su?
If he really suspected that Minister Su was involved in this dispute, would he develop an unspeakable resentment?
After all, in this game of thrones, every small action has the potential to cause huge waves.
Su Xiawei's purpose in saying this was to make Wen Zhu upset, but she didn't expect Wen Zhu to remain calm, without showing any disappointment or jealousy on his face, which made her feel a chill in her heart.
Su Xiawei felt even more annoyed.
"Yu Xingyao chose to send a letter to Fu Yu on my wedding day, rather than at any other time. This clearly meant to destroy our relationship. She said I deliberately stole Fu Yu away, but because of that letter from her, I instantly fell from the happiness of my wedding to the bottom. In this light, how kind can she be?"
Thinking of this, Su Xiawei felt extremely indignant and tears couldn't stop flowing down.
Seeing this, Wen Zhu quickly took out a new handkerchief, wet it with warm water, wrung it out carefully, and handed it to Su Xiawei.
Taking the handkerchief, Su Xiawei gently wiped the tears from her face. She looked at Wen Zhu with tears in her eyes and said, "Those two old ladies in the Prince's Mansion are obviously flattering you, but their purpose is nothing more than to make me uncomfortable. I hope you don't let them use you as a knife in their hands."
"I understand. Thank you for the reminder, Madam."
Wen Zhu lowered his head and responded, with a hint of determination in his words.
After this exchange, Su Xiawei felt a little calmer and began to re-examine Wen Zhu, discovering that she was not the kind of person who was completely brainless and would only go against her.
"Come to think of it, didn't I ask you to deliver something to our house? Why are you back again?"
After regaining some composure, Su Xiawei asked, her voice no longer filled with anger as before.
"I took the wrong portrait and thought of returning to Qingshanyuan to exchange it for the correct one."
Wen Zhu still lowered his head and answered softly, his tone sounding cautious.
It turned out that Wen Zhu had already felt that something was wrong while they were riding in the car that morning, so he asked Su Yue, who was traveling with him, to continue to the Su Mansion to deliver other items, while he himself returned to the Duke's Mansion with the wrong portrait.
By coincidence, he met Su Xiawei who had just returned from outside in front of the main gate of the Duke's Mansion.
At this moment, Su Xiawei, who was lying on the bed, kept groaning because of abdominal discomfort. Her entire lower abdomen seemed to be burning with fire, and the stinging pain was like a sharp knife stirring inside, making her unbearable.
Hongye, who was waiting outside the door, couldn't bear to watch any longer and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with the young lady? Do you want to call a doctor to come and take a look?"
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on Su Xiawei's forehead. She bit her lower lip lightly, enduring the severe pain in her abdomen, and then looked at Wen Zhu beside her with a somewhat blurred vision.
Wen Zhu walked towards the door and turned to Hong Ye behind him and said, "Young Madam has been having a lot of pain during her period lately. Now go make her a bowl of hot brown sugar ginger soup to warm her stomach."
There was a hint of urgency and uneasiness in his voice.
Although Hongye was full of confusion in her heart - the young lady usually didn't feel such severe pain during her period, not to mention that this time it was several days later than usual and she was in such pain, but she didn't ask too many questions, just nodded quickly and ran to the kitchen to prepare soup.
"You have to take good care of me. In exchange, I will find a way to solve your mother's problem."
Even in extreme discomfort, Su Xiawei did not forget to get insurance for herself. Her breathing seemed particularly difficult, but her eyes remained firm and unyielding.
After hearing this, Wen Zhu bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude to Su Xiawei in the most respectful manner.
She knew how important this promise was to her, so even for this hope it was worth her trying her best to do everything well.
So, as instructed, Wen Zhu stayed in the room to accompany Su Xiawei for a while.
During this period, Fu Yu was always concerned about the situation of the two, and finally even sent Jian Ji to investigate. Wen Zhu only asked him to go back and tell his master to take care of his health and not to overwork himself because of other things.
Seeing that Wen Zhu seemed to be fine, Jian Ji finally felt relieved. He turned around and walked back to the mansion, intending to report back as soon as possible to reassure his master.
Around the hour of Hai, the night had become extremely dark and Wen Zhu was preparing to get up and leave.
However, Su Xiawei was still lying on the bed, enduring unspeakable pain. She barely managed to squeeze out a sentence in an almost inaudible voice: "Wen Zhu, you can help the housekeeper tomorrow."
After hearing this, Wen Zhu immediately gave an affirmative answer, turned around and carefully instructed Hongye and Donglu who were serving on the side, and finally walked out of the room slowly with heavy steps.
When she returned to Chunhua Courtyard, Fu Yu had just finished his shower and came out of the bathroom. He was half-lying on the bed, absorbed in reading a yellowed old book. When he saw her enter, he asked, "Why did you come back so late? What happened?"
"The young lady has been on her menstrual period these days and has been feeling very unwell. So I stayed to help her with some of her accounts."
Wen Zhu said with a smile.
"I'm so uncomfortable during my menstrual period..."
Before Fu Yu finished speaking, his tone clearly revealed his dissatisfaction and anger.
Wen Zhu gently approached the bed, slowly bent down, and whispered in Fu Yu's ear: "In fact, some women will crave more intimate contact during their menstrual period."
Fu Yu was stunned for a moment. He looked up at Wen Zhu with an ambiguous smile on his face and asked, "Do you feel the same way?"
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