Chapter 134 Lu Zhaoruo, who do you think you are? You dare to compete with me for Rong Lang?
She actually has such powerful backing in the capital! Her status and position are truly above the laws of the prefecture! Even a prefecture's judgment can be easily torn apart by this excuse of "being released on parole for childbirth"!
How can I file a lawsuit now that I'm in this situation?
She instantly realized that the magistrate in front of her would never stand up for her.
The power behind him was precisely what Lin Yingyu relied on.
If I were to sue Li Nian'er now, it would certainly be in vain.
The only hope seems to lie in Xiao Yeming's triumphant return one day.
She showed no shock or questioning, but simply lowered her head even further, her voice devoid of any emotion: "This humble woman thanks Your Excellency for informing me."
The new magistrate was surprised to hear this.
He had expected to see her lose her composure, become indignant, or even cry out and question him desperately.
He was already prepared to enjoy watching her despair and collapse, and to find pleasure in it.
But to my utter surprise, she simply accepted it so calmly.
He scrutinized her for a moment with a deep gaze.
This Lu Zhaoruo... is truly different from ordinary women.
This temperament, this forbearance... is it a true acceptance of fate, or... is there another motive?
Without saying another word, he flicked his sleeves and turned away indifferently.
The officials and servants behind him immediately lowered their heads and held their breath, hurriedly surrounding him as they headed straight for the county government office.
Only after the last corner of the vermilion official robe disappeared behind the screen wall did the kneeling people, as if granted a pardon, rustle and carefully stand up.
Dong Rou immediately reached out and firmly supported Lu Zhaoruo's arm, helping her to get up.
Her heart was filled with incomprehension and resentment.
Why? Lin Yingyu has committed numerous evils, and the law is clear, so how could she escape so easily?
In retrospect, the only thing the lady did in her struggle with her was to prevent her from rightfully entering the Shen family, cut off her path to a life of wealth and luxury, cause her to suffer in prison for over a month, and slightly damage her reputation...
But what about my wife?
The woman, however, gambled away all her wealth and effort for this, exhausting countless resources.
She turned her head and looked at Lu Zhaoruo beside her with heartache, only to see that her face remained calm and expressionless.
But Dongrou knew that beneath this calm lay a chilling coldness.
A strong sense of bitterness and injustice suddenly rushed to the tip of her nose, her eyes instantly reddened, and tears almost spilled out.
Lu Zhaoruo and Dong Rou returned to the embroidered building, which was in a mess.
Looking at the devastation, she calmly instructed, "Li Nian'er has lost power and will not come again. Everyone has worked hard today. First, clean up the main hall, put away the usable items, and remove the unusable ones."
Her gaze swept over the tired yet somewhat pleased faces of the crowd, and she said, "Starting tomorrow, the Embroidery Pavilion will temporarily close its doors. We will discuss reopening once everything is in order."
After giving her instructions, she seemed to remember something and casually asked Greenie, who was standing beside her, "How is Wanning? Is she feeling any better?"
Greenie quickly curtsied and replied softly, "Reporting to the master, Miss Wanning has been comforted and is resting now because she was tired from crying."
Lu Zhaoruo nodded slightly and said no more.
She slowly returned to her boudoir in the backyard. As soon as the door was unlocked, a snow-white shadow darted out as lightly as a ball of fluff. It circled her skirt a few times with practiced ease before leaping up and landing precisely in her arms.
It's Abao.
It nuzzled her palm with its furry head, making a gurgling sound in its throat that sounded both aggrieved and comforting.
Although it was always locked inside the room whenever something happened, it understood that its mother was afraid it would get hurt.
Lu Zhaoruo hugged the warm kitten in her arms tightly, buried her face gently in its fluffy fur, and took a deep breath.
The soft warmth and soothing snores slightly dispelled the chill and fatigue that enveloped her.
After gently placing Abao on the cushioned tatami mat by the window, she turned and looked out at the deepening twilight.
The newly appointed magistrate's voice echoed clearly in her ears once more: "I have received an imperial edict that the prefectural government... has granted her 'parole for childbirth'."
Lin Yingyu...
If you've been through this, and you're willing to behave yourself and never have anything to do with me again... then let's call it quits.
If you... still do not repent and still seek revenge...
A sharp, icy glint suddenly flashed in her eyes.
—Then I, Lu Zhaoruo, will definitely accompany you to the end, and at that time, I will not leave any room for maneuver.
only.
She was released, but what about Shen Rongzhi?
The state prison was dark and damp.
Lin Yingyu was dressed in a simple dress, but she couldn't hide the smugness of surviving a disaster in her eyes.
She touched her slightly protruding belly and, led by the jailer, slowly walked to the front of the men's cell fence.
Shen Rongzhi was curled up in the corner of the hay. Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw her. His eyes suddenly lit up with wild joy, and he staggered to the railing: "Fisherwoman! You... how did you get here? Did they let you out?"
Lin Yingyu smiled and said, "Don't be impatient, Ronglang. The prefectural government has granted me 'parole for childbirth'..."
She paused deliberately, then continued, "Actually, it's not much different from being released."
Shen Rongzhi asked in surprise and doubt: "Why? Why did they let you go?"
Why?
Lin Yingyu chuckled softly, leaned forward slightly, and lowered her voice: "It's because... there's a noble person in the capital."
Shen Rongzhi clung to the cold fence as if grasping at a straw, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Fisherwoman! Fisherwoman! What about me? Since you have such connections, you must save me! Save me!"
Lin Yingyu's smile faded slightly, revealing her distress and sorrow: "Rong Lang... that noble person in the capital... only agreed to my request."
She reached out and placed her fingers over his hand, which was gripping the railing tightly. "But don't worry! Just be patient for a little longer..."
"Once I've settled in, I'll go to the capital immediately! No matter what, I will find a way to save you! Trust me!"
Hope rekindled in Shen Rongzhi's eyes, and he placed all his expectations on her: "Okay! Okay! I'll wait for you! Fisherwoman, you must come!"
In his excitement, he flicked his sleeve, and half of the broken jade pendant slipped out and landed on the ground with a soft "snap".
Lin Yingyu's gaze sharpened: "This is..."
Shen Rongzhi's expression was indifferent, and he casually flicked his sleeve: "It was Lu Zhaoruo. She carved it herself and gave it to me back then... Some time ago, she came here and smashed it herself."
He spoke in a light tone, as if he were talking about some old news that had nothing to do with him. He didn't even glance at Lin Yingyu out of the corner of his eye, completely unconcerned whether she would be filled with jealousy and resentment.
A sinister glint suddenly flashed in Lin Yingyu's eyes.
She slowly bent down, picked up the broken jade, and clenched it tightly with her fingertips, the sharp edge of the jade digging deep into her palm.
Why...why does Rong Lang insist on keeping the things that this bitch smashed?
Could it be that deep down... he still left her some room for maneuver?
No!
Absolutely impossible!
Rong Lang's heart, Rong Lang's person, everything about Rong Lang—from the inside out—should belong entirely to me alone!
“Lu, Zhao, Ruo…”
She practically ground out the name from between her teeth, word by word.
One day, she would watch with her own eyes as the owner of this name, this lowly merchant's daughter, was utterly crushed into dust, like shattered jade in her palm, never to be reborn!
And she, Lin Yingyu, will definitely possess Rong Lang completely in this lifetime!
He will be trapped in my palm.
Even in death, only my name can be inscribed on his tombstone!
Lu Zhaoruo? Who does she think she is! She dares to compete with me for food?
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