Chapter 480: The No. 1 Scholar’s Dark Moonlight Ex-Wife (Finale)
Early in the morning, Shen Xinran was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard the sound of a door opening. She opened her eyes and saw Han Ziwen walking in. His face was full of fatigue as he had not slept all night.
Seeing this, Shen Xinran rubbed his eyes and muttered softly: "Why did you come back just now?"
Han Ziwen had tried to walk as quietly as possible, but he still woke up Shen Xinran. He smiled at Shen Xinran and said, "It's still early, you can go back to sleep."
Shen Xinran sat up from the bed and asked, "Don't you want to sleep for a while?"
Han Ziwen shook his head. "No, I'm about to go to court. I'll change my clothes and leave."
After saying that, he opened the wardrobe, took out his court robes and changed into them.
After Han Ziwen left, Shen Xinran lay back on the bed and wanted to continue sleeping, but her mind was exceptionally clear.
After waiting for a long time until dawn, Shen Xinran finally got up. She went to the small garden, looked at the walls blackened by fireworks, and sighed deeply.
Shen Xinran turned around and instructed a servant, "Go find a bricklayer and have him repaint this wall!"
Yue Hongying had been sleeping soundly that night and had just woken up. She walked into the yard and saw the mess in the yard. She couldn't help but exclaimed, "What happened?"
Shen Xinran smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, there was an accidental fire last night. Fortunately, it was discovered in time and only this corner was burned."
Yue Hongying frowned and asked, "Is anyone injured?"
Shen Xinran shook his head, "No."
Yue Hongying breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
Shen Xinran said in a joking tone: "It's a pity for these roses I just planted. I don't know if they can still survive."
Yue Hongying's eyes fell on the rose in the corner of the wall. "I don't know much about this either. Why not find a flower farmer to see if it can be saved?"
Shen Xinran nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."
After finishing breakfast, Shen Xinran went out to the flower market and found a flower farmer to buy roses from. In the following time, Shen Xinran followed the flower farmer's instructions and carefully cared for the roses.
Han Ziwen went out early and came back late every day. Once, he went to Canglan and brought back the woman who had asked him for justice.
When Yue Hongying saw the woman, she got angry at Han Ziwen and said, "Ziwen, I don't want you to do the same thing as your father. If you do that, I will have to pretend that you are not my son."
After hearing this, Shen Xinran was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She took a step forward, took the woman's arm, and said to Yue Hongying with a smile: "Mom, this is my friend."
A hint of doubt appeared on Yue Hongying's face. "Really?"
Shen Xinran smiled and nodded, "Of course."
The woman also smiled at Yue Hongying, "Hello, Auntie, my name is Ji Qiuxin."
Under Shen Xinran's careful care, the rose not only regained its vitality, but also grew stronger and stronger, with buds appearing on the branches. When she discovered the buds, Shen Xinran was overjoyed.
Yue Hongying was also very happy. "Look at this flower, it's growing so well."
Shen Xinran suggested: "Mom, spring is coming soon anyway, why don't we plant flowers all over the yard!"
Yue Hongying nodded and said, "Sure."
On Shen Xinran's way to the flower market, he passed by a restaurant and heard a conversation drift out of the half-open window: "Did you know that the Third Prince has been sentenced to life imprisonment?"
Someone's voice was filled with disbelief, "How could it be? Hasn't the Third Prince always been favored by the Emperor?"
The person who spoke first said disdainfully, "I heard that he and his uncle deliberately infected the Crown Prince with a disease and set fire to thousands of civilians. It can be said that they have committed numerous crimes."
One person's voice was filled with anger, "The Crown Prince has always been kind and loving, loving the people like his own children. How could the Third Prince be so cruel!"
Another voice added, "So, the imperial concubine was directly granted the white silk, and Wang Boren's military power was taken back and he was exiled to the frontier..."
After hearing this, Shen Xinran's eyes flashed. Compared to the ending of the Third Prince's faction, she wanted to know what happened to Han Yunshan.
Shen Xinran came back from the flower market and happened to meet Han Ziwen coming out of court. She walked up to him and asked with a smile, "Is everything settled?"
Han Ziwen nodded and smiled faintly, "Almost."
Shen Xinran asked again: "How is your father?"
A sinister glint flashed in Han Ziwen's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He smiled and replied, "He had little contact with the Third Prince, so he wasn't deeply implicated. However, his leak of the Autumn Examination questions was confirmed, and the Emperor was furious, sentencing him to five years in prison."
What Han Ziwen didn't say was that he had deliberately locked Han Yunshan up with a group of extremely vicious people. During these five years, he was either dead or disabled.
Han Ziwen returned to the room, changed out of his court robes, and looked at Shen Xinran, "The meal should be ready, we can eat now."
Shen Xinran narrowed his eyes and smiled, "There's no rush for that. I found something in the room a few days ago, and I wanted to ask you if you know what it is?"
As Shen Xinran spoke, he took out a stack of slightly yellowed manuscript paper from the drawer of the desk.
The moment Han Ziwen's eyes came into contact with the manuscript papers, his face turned red and he hurriedly reached out to take them back.
Shen Xinran was quick to pull his hand back, "Minister Han is so anxious, could it be that this is yours?"
It was purely coincidental that Shen Xinran discovered these manuscripts.
On a whim that day, she wanted to practice calligraphy and thought of using Han Ziwen's rice paper. But when she opened the drawer, she didn't find rice paper, but found these yellowed manuscript papers.
She has read "Swordsman" from the first to the seventh volume and knows the plot and characters very well.
She only had to read one page to know that this was the sequel to "Swordsman." It turned out that the author who had kept her waiting for years without an update was Han Ziwen!
Han Ziwen blushed and explained awkwardly, "When I was young, I didn't know much and just wrote it casually."
When Shen Xinran heard this, he was so angry that his eyes turned red, "Then what's the matter with you stopping halfway through writing!"
Han Ziwen was stunned for a moment, then he realized, "How did you know I stopped updating?"
Now it was Shen Xinran's turn to have a flash of panic in her eyes. She would never admit that she had watched these things behind Han Ziwen's back. But Han Ziwen approached her step by step and asked her, "Could it be that you have seen them?"
Shen Xinran's eyes widened as he retorted, "You're the only one allowed to write, but I'm not allowed to read it!"
Han Ziwen smiled, leaned close to Shen Xinran's ear, and said in a low voice, "If you like, I can continue writing for you, and only for you to read."
"Who wants to see your broken stuff!" Shen Xinran threw the manuscript into Han Ziwen's arms, turned and left, feeling like he was running away.
Han Ziwen watched Shen Xinran leave with a gentle smile in his eyes. This world is terrible, but fortunately, you are here...
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