Chapter 103 I stumbled and staggered towards you
On the other side, Wen Zhiming woke up shortly after Su Leran left.
The ropes binding him had already been untied by Wen Kehao that morning. He hurriedly got out of bed, his hair disheveled, and walked towards the door.
Just as she reached the door, Wen Kehao blocked her way.
"Brother, your sister-in-law doesn't want you anymore. The Emperor has granted her permission to divorce you, and she has nothing to do with you anymore."
"You're lying! You're deceiving me! My wife said she wouldn't abandon me. She's still waiting for me to save her. Let me go! I need to save her..." Wen Zhiming screamed hysterically, his face filled with anxiety and helplessness.
Seeing that he was itching to escape, Wen Kehao sighed helplessly, "Brother, I'm letting you go see her, but there are many people guarding you outside. If you rush out like this, they will catch you."
Su Leyan is right, to save her elder brother, they really still have to rely on Meng Lingge.
He admitted it.
"What can I do? Xiao Ling'er is still waiting for me, my wife is waiting for me. I must go out to see her. If anyone tries to stop me, I'll fight them to the death..." Wen Zhiming gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and looked ready to fight.
Wen Kehao shook his head. "Big brother, our home is gone, and Father and the Queen are under house arrest. We have no one to rely on. If you fight someone and hurt yourself, you will never see your sister-in-law again."
Wen Zhiming firmly repeated, "I must go, even if it means death. I cannot leave my wife alone."
"Then I'll help you." Wen Kehao seemed helpless and whispered in Wen Zhiming's ear, "The garbage cart in the manor hasn't left yet. I'll cover you and help you hide inside. Wait until you leave the manor for a while, then escape from inside and go to Yun Shen Pavilion behind East Street. Your sister-in-law is waiting for you there."
Wen Zhiming remembered Yun Shen Pavilion; Meng Lingge had taken him there once before. Hearing that his wife was waiting for him, Wen Zhiming became even more excited and nodded repeatedly: "Third brother, take me there quickly. As long as you find my wife, I won't blame you."
Wen Kehao led Wen Zhiming to the backyard, where they saw a swill truck parked in the corner, with people loading swill in the kitchen. Wen Kehao gave Wen Zhiming a wink and then walked toward the kitchen.
Wen Kehao's voice came from inside the kitchen. Wen Zhiming seized the opportunity, lifted the lid of a large swill bucket, crawled inside, and then closed the lid.
He was tall and took up most of the space in the slop bucket. In addition, there were already a lot of food scraps inside, so it was not only smelly, but it was also very difficult to move.
The pampered Wen Zhiming had never been in such a terrible environment before. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten or drunk anything since the incident at the Prince of Anshun's mansion yesterday, so even though he felt nauseous, he couldn't vomit anything.
Thinking that his wife was waiting for him, Wen Zhiming's heart was filled with anticipation and joy. He covered his nose and tried to shrink back as much as possible, afraid of being discovered.
After the conversation in the kitchen ended, a burly man came out, poured swill into the swill bucket next to Wen Zhiming, and pushed the cart out of the mansion gate.
The crowd guarding the entrance all looked disgusted when they saw the garbage truck, avoiding it like the plague, afraid of getting their hands dirty with the stench.
Wen Zhiming calculated the time, estimating that it had been about 15 minutes since he left the mansion, before he pushed open the lid of the slop bucket, struggled to stand up, and shakily climbed out.
The man in front did not notice anything unusual, and the car continued to move.
Wen Zhiming's shoulders and below were soaked with swill, making him move very clumsily. He accidentally rolled off the cart, and the swill bucket he had just hidden in also spilled out, with half of the filth spilling onto Wen Zhiming and the other half onto the road.
"Where did this beggar come from, even stealing swill?" The man pushing the cart saw that Wen Zhiming was covered in stench and had unkempt hair, so he couldn't guess his identity and thought he was a beggar who had stolen swill.
Seeing the slop bucket smashed on the ground and broken in two, he angrily picked up a carrying pole from beside the cart and started hitting Wen Zhiming.
"I'll let you steal! I'll let you steal..."
Wen Zhiming fell to the ground, scraping his leg, but he didn't care about the pain. He immediately got up and ran. Although he really wanted to fight this man, he thought of his wife waiting for him and didn't dare to waste time. Even after being hit twice, he still stumbled away.
Having shaken off his pursuers, Wen Kehao, who had been following him all along, was furious when he saw this scene. As soon as Wen Zhiming left, he put a sack over the man transporting swill and beat him up.
Then he hid behind Wen Zhiming and saw him fall down several times along the way, and was even hit by stones and branches by naughty children, and even chased by wild dogs.
Wen Kehao felt heartbroken and distressed, but ultimately did not show himself. He knew that the more suffering Wen Zhiming endured and the more desperate he became after being abandoned by Meng Lingge, the greater the hope of forcing out the Gu worms would be.
After overcoming numerous hardships, Wen Zhiming finally arrived at the entrance of Yun Shen Pavilion. Before even entering, he called out in a pitiful voice, "Wife, where are you? Wife, wife, come out quickly, I've come to find you..."
Upon hearing the noise, Su Leran and Meng Lingge immediately stood up.
Su Leran said, "Go ahead. It's better to hurt him completely once and for all than to hurt him repeatedly."
Meng Lingge nodded, her heart full of determination and prepared words almost crumbling the moment she opened the door and saw Wen Zhiming. She clenched her hands tightly, letting her nails dig into her flesh, before she could control the urge to embrace Wen Zhiming.
The Wen Zhiming she usually saw, even in his senility, was always handsome and impeccably dressed. But now, after only a day apart, he had become such a wretched and miserable figure, neither human nor ghost.
He reeked of a foul stench, had injuries on his face and hands, and walked with a limp.
Meng Lingge wasn't disgusted; she was just very distressed.
It turns out that she was in such a sorry state even though her husband had come to see her without anyone's help.
Even if it's not for her father and mother, or even for her, but solely for her husband's sake, she must make him live for her at least once.
Meng Lingge's eyes darkened, and all the pity and tenderness on her face disappeared, leaving only estrangement and indifference.
Wen Zhiming seemed to know that he was dirty and smelly, and he was still a short distance away from Meng Lingge. He stopped on his own initiative, but his face was full of joy and anticipation.
"My wife, I've finally found you! I was so scared, so scared that you would leave me. My third brother lied to me; he said you didn't want me anymore. He's such a big liar. My wife, where are Father and Mother? Shall we look for them together? If we find them, we'll go home together."
Meng Lingge turned her head to the other side, not daring to look Wen Zhiming in the eye.
“There’s no going back. Our home has been sealed off, and my father and mother are under house arrest. I’ve come today to say goodbye to you. The Emperor has granted me permission to divorce you. From now on, you are you, and I am me. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.”
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