Liu raised her cloudy eyes, the resentment in them almost dripping: "Chen Weiwan...you will not die well...I will not let you go even if I become a ghost..." Shen Weiwan squatted down, the corners of her mouth under the handkerchief curled into a mocking arc: "Aunt, you should worry about yourself first. The attempted escape and the intention to murder the master, this crime is enough for you to drink swill in the Ministry of Justice for the rest of your life."
At that moment, the old housekeeper hurried over, accompanied by several constables. Frowning in disgust, they tied Liu up like a dumpling with straw ropes. She was still cursing as she was dragged out of the general's residence, her voice growing fainter and fainter until it vanished beyond the hanging flower gate. Shen Weiwan dusted her hands off and raised an eyebrow at Chuntao, "Let's go and see how much the museum has taken in today." Chuntao covered her mouth and laughed, "Miss, you and His Highness the Seventh Prince are truly calculating. Even Auntie has been fooled."
As the two reached the moon-shaped gate, Xiao Yu rode in on a tall horse, his dark brocade robe shimmering in the setting sun. He pulled the reins and dismounted, raising an eyebrow at Shen Weiwan's stifling laughter. "I heard someone gave you a 'croton gift pack'?" Shen Weiwan rolled her eyes and pointed at her nose. "I almost choked from the smoke. Your Highness's 'Tongli Powder' was definitely potent."
Xiao Yu brushed the grass debris off her shoulders, and smiled as his fingertips brushed her earlobe: "I knew you wouldn't let her die a quick death. You have to let her experience the feeling of 'plunging three thousand feet straight down' first." Chen Weiwan shook her head proudly: "To deal with such people, you have to use the 'sand sculpture' trick to make her lose face!"
The two walked side by side towards Tinglan Courtyard, the sunset dyeing the stone road into a honey color. Shen Weiwan suddenly grabbed Xiao Yu's sleeve, with a cunning light in her eyes: "By the way, last time you said you would build a 'scam training school' for me, when will the construction start?"
Xiao Yu chuckled softly and rubbed the top of her head, the coral bead hairpin in her black hair swaying gently: "Wait until you write Liu's 'prison break diarrhea' case into a teaching material, and start working on it immediately." Shen Weiwan's eyes lit up, and she counted on her fingers: "You also need to make Li Xiu's 'broken sleeve crutch' and cousin's 'itchy skirt' into teaching aids, and I guarantee that students will understand them at a glance!"
Chun Tao couldn't help but interrupt: "Miss, how do you charge tuition?" Shen Weiwan was about to speak, but Xiao Yu said first: "The advanced class is free of charge, and I will teach it myself."
"Why?" Shen Weiwan tilted her head to look at him. Xiao Yu leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing her earlobe: "Because the course of the advanced class is - 'How to make the Seventh Prince willingly be deceived.'" Shen Weiwan's cheeks flushed. She punched him, but he held her wrist, and his fingertips rubbed the thin calluses on her palm.
Amidst laughter, the three of them entered Tinglan Courtyard. The pomegranate tree in the corner was in full bloom, a perfect reflection of Shen Weiwan's exhilarating mood. Those "relatives" who had once trampled her into the mud had now become living specimens in her "Sand Sculpture Anti-Trap Records," and she, treading on the path paved with these jokes, lived a brighter life than ever before.
As for Liu? Rumor has it that she became a "celebrity" in the Ministry of Justice's prison, nicknamed "Croton Xishi" by her fellow inmates for her "constant diarrhea." Every day, she spent her days cursing Shen Weiwan behind the bars and hunkering down in the toilet, reflecting on her glorious exploits, having "failed to escape and ended up trapped by laxatives." This "last struggle" starring her ultimately ended in utter disgrace, becoming a perennial joke among the people of the capital.
Shen Weiwan clapped her hands and turned to gaze at the deepening dusk outside. She knew that this life's thrilling storyline had just reached its climax; the next "joke" might be brewing somewhere, a new "surprise." After all, her "silly maneuvers" never failed to impress those with malicious intent.
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