Chapter 71 Shen Yuan's Story

"Go check for me quickly! Who wrote this!" In the afternoon, Shangshu Wang had just returned from the Ministry of Rites, and as soon as he entered the house, he started throwing a book on the ground.

The confused housekeeper hurriedly followed behind and picked up the book. It was a collection of storybooks, and there were about a dozen storybooks in the collection.

The housekeeper flipped through the catalogue and saw that it was a good thing! The two most prominent words at the beginning of the first article were "Long Yang". Ever since the incident with the second young master, the words Long Yang, Broken Sleeves and Male Wind have become taboos in the Shangshu Mansion.

"Where do you get so angry? Who has offended you again?" The Shangshu's wife didn't know what had happened. She just saw her husband rushing into the yard angrily.

"Who has offended me? It's not your good son! "

Minister Wang spoke in an aggressive tone, and his wife was also impatient with him, "What happened to Xiu'er? Hasn't he been staying at home these days? Stop calling him your son. Can I give birth to one by myself?!"

After that incident, the Wang family was very quiet for a while, and Wang Yuanxiu was ordered to stay at home and not go anywhere. As for the servants around him, they were all sent away long ago, without a single one left.

Now the entire Wang family is like a country of women, full of maids and old women. Among the servants, the butler is the only man left.

The Wang family originally planned to keep quiet for a while, and when the storm died down, they would pick a girl from outside the province for their son to marry and have a child, or simply send their son back to his hometown in the south, where no one would know and they could still get married and have children.

Recently, Shangshu Wang has been in high spirits. There are three princes' marriages to be prepared, and the Ministry of Rites has to use him. As the Minister of Rites, he is of course in the limelight. Everyone in the officialdom is a shrewd person, and no one will cause trouble for him.

So the story of the book also made Shangshu Wang even angrier. He was wondering why those familiar sympathetic and mocking looks appeared again in the past two days.

It was only today, when a subordinate showed him the script, that he finally understood why his colleagues had looked at him that way in the past few days.

If someone dares to do this in the capital, does he, Wang Liang, deserve to be dead?

The Wang family's steward, upon receiving the master's order, naturally went straight to Wing Holy Church.

If it were so easy to find out who wrote this, there would be no need to open the Wing Saint Hall. Wouldn't that be damaging to their reputation?

No matter whether you are a minister or a vice minister, the people of Yishengtang have only one thing to say: you have nothing to tell me.

Moreover, if the other party didn't say it, the Wang family really didn't dare to force them. Anyone who dared to say such things obviously had a backer. The capital city was not short of dignitaries. Before finding out the other party's background, the Wang family really didn't dare to confront them head-on.

The Wang family’s housekeeper had to return empty-handed. That night, more than one set of broken porcelain was thrown out of the palace.

While Minister Wang was furious, the author of the story, Shen Yuan, was leaning against an ice basin and eating watermelon, looking very happy.

As soon as the storybook was printed, she asked her maid to buy it. However, she did not read it herself. Instead, Qingdai and the others would hold on to it whenever they had free time and could not tell one book from another. Shen Yuan asked them to buy a few more copies.

Since he started writing storybooks, Shen Yuan no longer enjoys reading them as much as before.

After eating the watermelon, Shen Yuan took out the wool that Qingdai had bought a few days ago. The wool had been washed, dried, and fumigated after being bought. Now there was no trace of the smell of the wool, only the faint jasmine scent that Shen Yuan liked the most.

What she had to do now was to dye the wool. Shen Yuan was fiddling with the dye in the house, listening to the maids chattering about the contents of the storybook in the corridor. In addition to the four big maids beside her, there were also some maids in the yard who were responsible for cleaning and sweeping. Some of them could not read, so they gathered together and listened to Qingdai telling them stories from the book.

There weren't many masters in the Shen family, and there wasn't that much work to do. When there was nothing to do, Shen Yuan didn't restrict the maids from doing anything.

"Sister Qingdai, isn't Wang Ruilang a traitor? Why does he want to marry the daughter of a wealthy family?"

"He is a marriage fraud and a swindler. He is a bad guy."

"Yes, yes, fortunately the young lady of the official family recognized Wang Ruilang's true identity and married the man of her dreams."

The cut-sleeve Wang Ruilang in Shen Yuan's storytelling naturally refers to the second son of the Wang family. At the beginning, she also wondered whether this storytelling would embarrass Miss Li. But in this matter, no matter what, Miss Li is not to blame.

If their family was really afraid of bad consequences, Minister Li would not have made everything clear at the beginning.

The Li family was indeed as Shen Yuan thought. After knowing the storybook, Minister Li even asked his servants to buy ten copies and sent someone to throw two copies at the door of the Wang family after dark.

As for Miss Li's experience, those who knew the situation felt sorry for her as she was almost cheated. At the same time, they were also glad for her because she found out about it before getting married so that her life would not be ruined.

When Miss Li first found out that Wang Yuanxiu was a cleric, she was really devastated. The man she thought she wanted actually liked a man and was having an affair with the servant beside him. No one could accept this.

But as the days passed, Miss Li gradually let go of the matter. After reading the storybook her father brought home today, she told her parents that she would come to thank Shen Yuan someday. She was not at fault in this matter, so she should walk out of the house with confidence.

After all, it had been several months since the incident, and Shen Yuan did not write this story to mock or ridicule Wang Yuanxiu. Rather, she wanted to use this story to make more girls more vigilant and not be deceived.

As Shen Yuan thought about it, his hands kept moving. After separating some white hair, Shen Yuan dyed the remaining hair into different shades of orange. After dyeing, let it dry, and then you can start making it.

Qing Dai came in from outside and watched for a long time without knowing what her daughter was going to do with the wool. While helping to spread out the dyed wool, she asked Shen Yuan, "Girl, what are you going to do with the dyed wool?"

"You'll know when I'm done. There's no rush now." Shen Yuan decided to keep the mystery for the time being.

At this time, Bai Shao shouted outside: "Miss, the housekeeper is here and said there is a letter for you."

"Let him in." Shen Yuan put down his things and went to wash his hands.

"Miss, this seems to be a letter from Jinling. It says on the envelope that it will be delivered to you personally."

"I understand. Give it to me."

Shen Yuan took the letter and after reading two lines he couldn't help but gasp.

"Girl, what's wrong? Who sent this?"

"This is a letter from my sister." Shen Yuan wailed. It seemed that her good days were about to end.