Wanjin Lady

The strand of hair just happened to fall into Miss Xu's hand, and immediately there was a loud scream in the house. A moment later, Hou Ji, Meng Yuanjie, Zhao Heng and others rushed over, but they only saw Wei Zheng holding a sword in his hand, standing coldly in front of the bed, and the person kneeling on the floor was... Miss Xu!
"My lord, I'm not an assassin!" Miss Xu held the strand of hair, her tone aggrieved but she didn't dare to complain, she just looked at Wei Zheng with her misty eyes.

"Anyone who breaks into our Governor's Court will be treated as an assassin! Hou Ji, drag this person away and have the maid examine him to determine if he has stolen any of our military secrets!"

Miss Xu's face changed. She knelt down and took two steps forward, hesitantly grabbing the corner of Wei Zheng's clothes, "My Lord, I'm not an assassin! I just... I just heard that you were drunk and injured, so I made a bowl of sobering soup... I just care about you!"

Wei Zheng raised his sword.

A flash of cold light.

Miss Xu's grip loosened, and when she opened her eyes again she saw that she was holding a piece of cloth that Wei Zheng had cut off from the corner of his clothes.

"The Governor's House has maids and nannies, so Miss Xu doesn't need to worry." Wei Zheng raised his eyes. His face was already red from being drunk, but now his eyes were frighteningly bright. "Whoever let Miss Xu in will be punished with twenty military sticks. If you do it again, you don't have to serve me!"

Hou Ji touched his butt and felt that this was really an unexpected disaster!
After taking away the crying and heartbroken Miss Xu, Wei Zheng lit the candlestick, then sat on the bed and wiped the sword with a silk scarf.

He reeked of alcohol, even his neck and ears were stained red. He sat there motionless, as if possessed by a killer, slowly and methodically wiping his sword. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, making anyone afraid to approach him.

Ok.

Zhao Heng confirmed it in his heart.

The Marquis must have been heartbroken.

He was a person who couldn't keep secrets. Seeing that everyone in the room was in a daze and he was the only one awake, it was too uncomfortable!

Zhao Heng wanted to give him some advice indirectly, but he was still a rookie and didn't know how to do it.

Just shut up.

As long as this wave doesn't affect him, it's fine.

But that pair of eyes looked at him intently, locking onto him accurately.

Wenwan’s late husband was called Zhao Heng, right?

Soulmate?

Just ridiculous.

Zhao Heng was just a son-in-law, a random guy who came out of nowhere and was deceived by Wen Wan to become a son-in-law.

These two have only been married for two months, so how can there be any deep affection and love between them?
I’m afraid that her late husband never knew what kind of personality his wife had until her death!

Wei Zheng's gaze was unpredictable, and Zhao Heng's back felt numb.

"Zhao Heng, go change your name tomorrow. Your name is too ugly."

Zhao Heng: “…”

why!
Both the Marquis and Miss Wen are dissatisfied with his name!

What's wrong with his name?

Zhao Heng hesitated, refusing to agree. Meng Yuanjie secretly poked his arm frantically, signaling him to let go first. Wei Zheng, however, seemed to have forgotten about it and walked out with his sword in hand. "I'm going to sit with the teacher. No need to follow."

Yao Shizhen's yard was not far away, only about a mile away, and it would take only a short walk to get there.

On this chilly autumn night, the air was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms as he walked. The long street was deserted, with only him standing alone. In the distance, the sharp laughter of children could be heard, startling the neighbor's dog into barking wildly. His parents laughed and urged them to stop playing and wash up early.

Wei Zheng looked at the moonlit figure on the bluestone slabs, alone, his footsteps the only sound accompanying him on the long street. The wind blew from the vast universe, only lifting the hem of his clothes. He seemed like a ghost, a ghost that had intruded into another world without any reason, and the world of this world had nothing to do with him.

this moment.

He suddenly felt the loneliness seeping into his bones.

He was carefree and considered himself alone, but only now did he understand that as long as one was human, one could not escape the entanglement of emotions and desires.

Fortunately, there was a yellow paper oil lamp hanging in front of the teacher's door.

Yao Shizhen and his wife were enjoying the cool air in the courtyard. They had nothing to do, so they were studying the script of "The True and False Daughter" from Wen Wan's Red Mansion.

Yao Shizhen turned around and saw Wei Zheng standing at the door like a lost ghost. The boy had red eyes, and he was lonely and pitiful. He stood there like an unwanted stray cat or dog.

He then mocked Wei Zheng, "You used to say that wine and women lead people astray, so how come you're now the Minister of Music?"

Wei Zheng suppressed his expression and said casually, "We caught a key figure in the smuggling case. I was so happy that I drank a few more glasses."

Yao Shizhen didn't expose him, but asked his wife to cook some sobering soup. Wei Zheng groped his way in and sat on the rattan chair, chatting with Yao Shizhen in a casual manner.

After all the talk, the topic finally came back to Wen Wan.

Wei Zheng picked up the storybook on the small table. He remained calm, and no one could detect his thoughts. "Teacher, are you interested in studying "True or False Daughter of Gold"? Speaking of which, Junior Sister Honglou's business depends entirely on this storybook. Junior Sister Wen is a capable person..."

"It's such a pity... that she became a widow at such a young age." He changed the subject naturally, "Some time ago, it happened to be the anniversary of the death of the son-in-law of the Wen family. I heard that Junior Sister Wen was planning to remain faithful to her late husband. I wanted to worry about Junior Sister's marriage and introduce a few young talents to her... but now it seems inappropriate."

Sure enough, Yao Shizhen started talking about Wen Wan’s ex-husband.

"These young couple have a wonderful relationship. When your junior sister went to study in a thatched cottage outside Ping County, her husband would wait outside every day. Your junior sister would talk about him every other sentence, always worrying about whether he was cold, hot, thirsty, or hungry."

Wei Zheng felt like he'd been punched in the head, and it took him a long time to catch his breath. "Teacher, have you met Junior Sister Wen's late husband?"

Yao Shizhen shook his head, "I didn't have time. We had originally agreed to invite her husband to dinner that day, but something unexpected happened. They say a beautiful woman is hidden in a golden house, but your junior sister is hiding her husband in a golden house. She couldn't bear to see her husband in public."

Wei Zheng's voice was hoarse, and the curve of his lips slowly sank. "So, Junior Sister and her husband...are truly deeply in love?"

Wei Zheng suddenly recalled the night on the boat when Wen Wan mentioned her late husband and the faint smile on her face.

Therefore, it is not an excuse to politely decline.

So, there is such a person who exists and occupies Wenwan's heart completely.

He once thought that a shrewd and calculating woman like Wen Wan would not like a son-in-law who had nothing but humble and subservient behavior for no reason.

Or perhaps, it was precisely because Wen Wan was so calculating and shrewd that she wouldn't give her heart away so easily. She must have been keeping a tight rein on her husband, using him for her own ends. As for love...

Does the young lady have any intention?
"Her husband..." Wei Zheng licked his dry lips, "Is he good to her?"

Yao Shizhen smiled and said, "That's hard to say. At least... when she mentioned her late husband... her eyes lit up."

A sharp, persistent pain spread silently through Wei Zheng's heart. His throat tightened, and his voice remained completely flat. "So that's how it is." (End of Chapter)