Wanjin Lady

Chapter 157 The Last Meeting

After seeing off Mr. Tu, Wenwan walked to the backyard.

The study is a sensitive area, and Zhao Heng generally will not enter without the permission of Wen Wan and Old Man Wen.

If there are outsiders coming, Zhao Heng will take the initiative to avoid them.

At this moment, Zhao Heng was in the martial arts training ground in the backyard.

It had just rained, and the bluestone slabs were wet. Even in autumn, he was only wearing a single piece of clothing, holding a wooden stick as a spear. His spear skills were smooth and flowing, and the long stick made a loud sound, splitting the void. Every move was fast, fierce, and accurate, directly piercing the opponent's vital points.

Wen Wan stood in the corridor, looking at the person in front of her, feeling mixed emotions.

She hesitated, not daring... not willing... to step forward.

For the first time, she was afraid of this distance, and even more afraid of facing Zhao Heng.

Reluctance... maybe there is; but fear... is more.

There was a trace of greed in her emotions, but her mind was madly telling her to get out of it quickly!
A normal person would be terrified if they found out that there was a cruel and ruthless person sleeping next to them, whose background they didn’t know.

When she and Old Man Wen were looking for a son-in-law, they were very cautious and on guard at every turn, for fear that they would marry a powerful criminal of the imperial court or a cruel and ruthless person.

I never thought... I would summon a huge black heart lotus.

What's more, now that she is pregnant, Zhao Heng... is of no use to her.

Wen Wan knew clearly that if she was reluctant to let Zhao Heng stay, the Wen family would be in endless trouble.

People should make decisions when necessary!

Zhao Heng had already seen her. After he finished his spear skills, he put the weapon back on the shelf. He picked up the handkerchief on the small table and wiped his face carelessly. He smiled sweetly at Wen Wan, "My lady, it's cold outside. Go stay in the room."

Wen Wan smiled and walked forward. Zhao Heng immediately took the coat from the wooden rack and put it on her. Noticing the man's body stiffened, Zhao Heng said with a smile, "Madam, why are you so nervous? I won't eat you. This coat is clean and doesn't smell of my sweat."

Wen Wan raised her head to reach him.

The dim light fell on the young lady's plain face, making her eyes look even darker. "It's a bit cold."

Zhao Heng wrapped her tightly in his coat, his burning hands resting on her arms. "It's windy here, my lady, go wait for me in the corridor."

Wen Wan's eyes fell on the row of weapon racks, and she curled her lips slightly, "I once said that I would buy you all eighteen kinds of weapons, but I never thought... I would break my promise."

Zhao Heng smiled, "The winery is just starting out, and the debt to Xinlong Bank hasn't been paid off yet. Madam, please take care of the business first."

Zhao Heng saw Wen Wandun standing in front of the weapons rack, her eyes vacant, and couldn't help asking, "Madam, what happened?"

for a long time.

The young lady sighed softly.

"I've been feeling restless these past few days."

Zhao Heng remained silent, pursing his lips, waiting for Wen Wan to continue.

Wen Wan smiled nonchalantly, her pale face filled with sadness. "Yuan Jing is dead. I avenged Lu Ping and should be at peace with myself, but every time I think of that girl... I always feel uneasy. She... died because of me."

"She often appears in my dreams these days."

"But she doesn't speak."

"I don't know if she blames me or hates me."

At the end of her speech, there was a hint of suppressed sob in the young lady's voice.

Zhao Heng couldn't understand Wen Wan's mood.

If he were to say, Lu Ping was a servant, and when a servant dies for her master, she should be buried with honor. Why should she be uneasy day and night?

Furthermore, the Wen family mansion has no distinction between masters and servants, and the rules are lax. It should have been severely rectified long ago.

But seeing Wen Wan's frown, Zhao Heng's heart seemed to be tightened. He took Wen Wan's hand and said, "If my lady really can't let it go, how about we go to the temple and light a long-burning lamp for Lu Ping and offer it to her all year round to pray for peace of mind?"

"But the winery has been busy these days..." Wen Wan hesitated, her eyes as moist as delicate flowers. "How about my husband go there on my behalf tomorrow? I'll go to the Bodhisattva in a few days to fulfill my vow."

Zhao Heng readily agreed to Wen Wan's request, and after a moment's thought, said, "Alright. Then you must stay home and not go anywhere. Even if you go out, be sure to take Master Tu with you." The young lady smiled gently, "My husband is so good to me."

Zhao Heng smiled and smoothed a strand of hair on her forehead. "You are my wife. If I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well?"

Fortunately, the sky cleared up early the next morning.

In the morning mist, Zhao Heng and the coachman Lao Zhou drove the carriage to the temple.

Wen Wan personally escorted Zhao Heng to the door.

As autumn arrives, the temperature drops sharply, the sky becomes dark and very cold.

Seeing Wen Wan's reluctant expression, Zhao Heng assumed she was just cold. He reached out and wrapped her coat tightly around him, then blew a breath into her lips to warm her cold fingers. His tone was filled with pity, "I told you not to come and see me off, but you insisted on coming. It's very cold today. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Perhaps because two lives were lost around her in succession, Wen Wan tossed and turned in bed last night, feeling restless and uneasy.

Early in the morning, Zhao Heng saw the dark circles under his wife's eyes.

He reached out and rubbed the corner of her eye with the rough tip of his thumb, his tone full of heartache, "My lady, have a good sleep today."

"Okay. It's all up to you."

Zhao Heng hugged Wen Wan and said with a low laugh, "Don't worry, my lady. I'll be back soon. At the latest, I'll be back by sunset. You just wait for me at home."

The young lady's eyes were fixed, and the smile on her face was light and faint, "Husband... I want to see you off."

Zhao Heng patted her head, his eyes like a pool of thick honey. "When I come back, I'll bring you some rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice from the shop under the overpass. The owner told me last time that they had a basket of osmanthus flowers a while ago and they make fresh osmanthus jam. It's sweet and sticky... I'm sure you'll like it."

A slight smile appeared on Wenwan's pale face. She took a step forward, leaned lightly against Zhao Heng, exhaled heavily, and greedily sniffed the scent on his body.

Her fingers slowly wrapped around his, lingering on his warmth for the last time.

She closed her eyes.

Her mind was in a mess, with her emotions and reason tearing her apart. There was always a voice in her heart saying: Keep him.

How she wanted to keep him.

But... this figurine is poisonous!
When I opened my eyes again, they were clear and bright.

The young lady had a gentle smile on her face, and the deep affection in her eyes could not be melted away, but she urged him to go, "Husband, come back early, I will wait for you."

Mr. Tu came over and exchanged glances with Wen Wan from a distance, and Wen Wan urged Zhao Heng to get on the carriage.

She knew that Zhao Heng was very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, so she waited until Zhao Heng left before she dared to speak.

The woman lowered her voice very low.

The words were quick and cold.

"You will quietly follow him later and act according to what we discussed last night."

"This man is quite skilled. Remember, give him a tranquilizer and then tie him up in the car. No matter what excuse he makes, do not remove his shackles."

"He is not allowed to leave the carriage. There is a night-scented tub inside the carriage, and all his daily needs must be met within it."

"Five hundred miles away there is a Cangshan Snow Forest. The path is difficult to find. It is difficult for ordinary people to find the way out after entering the forest. Master Tu sent him into the dense forest and then returned."

She took out a packet of tranquilizers and a silver note from her sleeve and pushed them into Mr. Tu's hand.

"Here's a hundred taels of silver. Give it to him for me. Tell him that our relationship as husband and wife is over, and ask him not to come looking for me again."

Mr. Tu accepted the banknote, feeling somewhat uncertain. "The snowy forests of Cangshan Mountain... I'm afraid they'll be covered in snow in this weather... What if they freeze to death or starve to death?"

The young lady's thin lips were tightly pursed, her eyes were cold and gloomy, and the words that came out of her eyes were full of cruelty.

"Then... I can only say... it's his fate."

Master Tu frowned slightly, thought about it, and made a choice in an instant. "I understand."

(End of this chapter)