"Important?" Shen Weiwan raised an eyebrow and stuffed the last piece of lotus cake into her mouth. "I think it's a desperate dog, right?"
Xiao Yu put down his folding fan and stood up: "Come on, I will go with you to take a look."
The two of them arrived at Rong'an Hall, where Liu lived. They saw Liu wearing a brand new gold-woven skirt, but the dark circles under her eyes were hard to hide. Seeing Chen Weiwan come in, she slammed the table, spilling most of the tea in the cup. "Chen Weiwan! How far do you want to push us? You humiliated Ruorou today, and are you going to kick us out of the general's mansion tomorrow?"
Shen Weiwan blinked in a wronged manner: "What are you talking about, Auntie? Ruorou is my cousin. She is getting married. How can it be considered a humiliation for me, her younger sister, to congratulate her?"
"Congratulations?" Liu's voice was shrill. "Is that congratulations? You scolded her for marrying an old man and cursed her for not being able to have children. Is that what a younger sister should say?"
"Auntie, you've wronged me." Shen Weiwan sat down and slowly picked up the teacup on the table. "What's wrong with being a fifty-year-old widower? At least it's better than being a homosexual, right? Besides, with my cousin's current reputation, it's good enough that she can get married. Does Auntie still want to keep her in the mansion and eat free meals for the rest of her life?"
"You...how can you be so mean!" Liu was choked and her face flushed. Her hands were shaking as she pointed at Shen Weiwan. "Ruorou is your cousin!"
"I'm just speaking the truth." Shen Weiwan put down her teacup, her voice suddenly cold. "If Auntie dislikes Mr. Wang, Li Laowu from the coffin shop in the east city and Zhao the butcher in the south city are also good. Although they are hunchbacks and butchers, they are at least young and strong. If cousin doesn't dislike it, I will go and accept the marriage for her tomorrow and make sure she is sent off in style."
Liu was so angry that she nearly fainted, but her maid quickly caught her. Xiao Yu, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally spoke up, his tone a bit playful: "Madam Liu, Miss Shen is also thinking about your daughter. In the capital right now, the number of families willing to marry your daughter can probably be counted on one hand."
When Liu heard Xiao Yu's words, her arrogance immediately dwindled. She could only glare at Shen Weiwan with hatred, but she didn't dare to say anything more harsh. Seeing this, Shen Weiwan stood up and said, "Since my aunt is fine, I will go back to Qinghui Courtyard first. As for my cousin, please take the trouble to persuade her not to delay this good marriage."
After that, she turned around and left with Chuntao, leaving Liu Shi in the main hall trembling with anger. Xiao Yu looked at Shen Weiwan's back and couldn't help but laughed softly and asked, "Your mouth is getting more and more powerful."
"To deal with evil people, you must use bad words." Shen Weiwan turned her head to look at him, a sly look in her eyes, "However, I still need your help for a small favor tomorrow."
"Oh?" Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow. "You can tell me what you want."
"My aunt is a person who is used to throwing tantrums and playing tricks." Shen Weiwan slowed down her pace. "When I take out the account book tomorrow, I'm afraid she will cry and make a scene. I'll ask Your Highness to be there to prevent her from making a scene."
"That's easy." Xiao Yu laughed heartily. "I will definitely come to support you tomorrow and see how Madam Liu is as a loving mother and filial son."
Watching Xiao Yu's departing figure, the smile on Shen Weiwan's face gradually faded, and she said to Chuntao in a deep voice: "Go and get the account books sorted out by the old housekeeper, and carefully check the accounts of Liu's jade sales. Tomorrow's monthly payment will be the time to close the net."
"Yes!" Chuntao responded and left.
Shen Weiwan walked to the window and gazed toward the west wing. The setting sun tinted her profile a warm red, but her eyes gleamed with a cold light. "Liu, Shen Ruorou, I will recoup every penny you owe me, with interest." Today's venomous words were merely a minor episode in this drama of revenge.
As the night deepened, the General's Mansion was completely silent, save for the occasional suppressed sobs of Shen Ruorou from the west wing. Shen Weiwan sat beneath the lamp, checking the account books page by page. The candlelight danced in her eyes, reflecting a calmness and ruthlessness unbecoming of a fifteen-year-old. She knew that tomorrow's monthly trial would be the final straw that broke the Liu family's back. And her exciting life as a writer had just begun.
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