Wanjin Lady

Chapter 469 The Bitter Meat Scheme

Mo Sufang stared at Wen Wan, her tone terrifyingly calm, "What a pity. I should have killed you earlier, so that Wei Zheng would have suffered for the rest of his life. And those two bastards of yours, I should have broken their necks long ago-"

Wen Wan frowned. Mo Sufang seemed to hate her, but only because of her betrayal.

Mo Sufang hated Wei Zheng even more.

Wen Wan smiled coldly, "Don't let the disaster affect my family, and the child is innocent. Why are you taking out your grudge with Wei Zheng on my two children?"

"Since these two bastards are from the Wei family, they deserve to die!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Sufang was slapped in the face by Wen Wan.

The young lady was like a she-wolf protecting her cubs, with a chilling look in her eyes. "You are a defeated general. Showing off your strength will only make you die faster."

Then she smiled faintly, as if seeing through Mo Sufang's plan, "Oh, you want to die quickly? Instead of angering me, why not tell me everything you know. Maybe I can make you die quickly."

Mo Sufang smiled and said, "If you have any torture instruments, just ask for them."

Mo Sufang couldn't be pried open and there was no breakthrough in the case.

Wen Wan and Zhao Heng were at a loss.

Wen Wan instructed Zhao Heng, "Find a woman who is strong and agile, preferably of similar stature to her. There are many people loyal to Mo Sufang, and I'm worried... someone will break into the prison."

Zhao Heng quickly said, "Then I'll immediately have my brothers on high alert!"

Hou Ji slapped Zhao Heng on the head and said, "Idiot, my wife meant to leave a loophole for them to exploit so that we can capture more people alive for interrogation!"

Zhao Heng scratched his head and whispered to Hou Ji, "I told you, this Shopkeeper Wen and our Marquis are a perfect match!"

Hou Ji glared at him, "Still calling me Madam Wen?"

"What's that called?"

"You don't know how to say Madam?"

Zhao Heng expressed his gratitude, but then felt annoyed!

Damn it, he was the first one to discover the Marquis’s feelings for Shopkeeper Wen!
When Wen Wan returned to the house, Wei Zheng was already awake. Doctor Chu was pressing mugwort on his twisted ankle. The bitter fragrance of mugwort filled the room. Wen Wan saw that although Wei Zheng's face was still pale, his eyes were bright and he looked in good spirits. She felt relieved.

"Doctor Chu, let me do it." Wen Wan took the moxa and gently covered his legs and knees. The young lady's movements were more gentle than ever before, as if Wei Zheng was a delicate flower.

He wore a coat draped diagonally over a loose-fitting undershirt, his chest half-open, revealing his cervical spine, which was flushed with a sickly red, and the cotton cloth that had been used to wrap the wound. His black hair was untied, hanging lazily to one side, and cold sweat had already formed on his forehead as he spoke.

His voice was low and hoarse, making people feel itchy.

"Why... aren't you talking?"

Wenwan raised her head.

Eyes facing each other.

"I'm mad at you."

"Nonsense." Wei Zheng curled his lips, "You're obviously worried about me, so worried...you keep crying. Crybaby."

Wen Wan was so amused by him that she felt helpless and angry. It was as if he had already cut open her heart, and she could see every color inside clearly. "When you risked your life to save me, did you ever think about yourself and the two children? If we both died, what would happen to Zhao Zhao and Hun Ge'er?"

"You're still talking about letting me remarry? We're not even married yet, so how can we talk about remarrying?"

"Not married..." Wei Zheng stared at her with bright eyes, and said slowly after a while: "Then where did the child come from?"

A KO!

Wen Wan gritted her teeth and glared at him, "Have you remembered everything, or are you just pretending to be stupid?"

Wei Zheng was stunned for a moment before he said honestly, "All of them."

“I remember Master Tu knocked me unconscious and dragged me into the car.” “I remember you lied to me, saying I was…the son of a wealthy merchant from Shou’an County, and that we…we had intimate relations, tricking me into marrying into your family.”

"Remember the day of our wedding... The merchants from Ping County came to our door to collect their debts. You were out in front, slaughtering everyone, while I was in the back, being forced to drink by the Wen family members."

"I remember you in your wedding dress..."

"Remember I killed... killed Yuan Jing..."

Wei Zheng spoke a lot in one breath, clearly exhausted, and began coughing at the back. Wen Wan patted him gently on the back, "You're a grown man, why are you still bringing up old scores with me? If it weren't for the clan elders forcing me, Second Master wouldn't have picked up a random man to marry. If it weren't for your muscular abs and handsome face, how could I have ever fallen for you?"

The young lady grumbled, "I saved your life!"

Wei Zheng took the opportunity to grab her hand.

The young lady's hands were cool and had a familiar soft feel.

is his.

"Tell me..." Wen Wan's eyes were clear, "Did I really lie to you?"

Wei Zheng smiled, nodded, leaned in close and pecked her on the lips, "I'm happy with it."

The two of them whispered to each other for a while before Wen Wan finally spoke about Mo Sufang. "She's seriously injured. If she were tortured... she'd die quickly. But she's keeping her mouth shut, so the case is difficult to investigate."

"With the account books, weapons, and witnesses, even if she doesn't speak...it wouldn't be difficult to convict her."

Witness?

No wonder Mr. Dong insisted on burning the island that day.

Agui is the witness!

"It's certainly not difficult to convict her. But I... always feel... that she harbors a deep hostility towards you."

Wei Zheng disagreed. "In the past two years, the Tianshui area has been under tight control. Countless Japanese and pirates have died at my hands. Cutting off their financial resources is like killing their parents. It's only natural that she hates me."

"No." Wen Wan shook her head. "Maybe she has a personal grudge against you. Do you remember I told you that Mo Sufang once mentioned that her father was Prince Fu's man?"

"Last year, when the tribute wine delegation came to Bozhou, she wrote to me and told me the detailed procedures. Even Lord Yan only has a vague understanding of this matter. You, being in the harem, naturally know everything, but she is just the smuggling boss. How can she know so much about the palace affairs?"

"After she kidnapped me, no matter how humble I tried, she never trusted me. Or rather...she was always trying to use me as a pawn against you."

"I've observed that her daily lifestyle of food, clothing, and daily necessities is extremely extravagant. It's not the extravagance that comes from sudden wealth, but rather..." Wen Wan frowned, searching for the right words, "It's the kind of nobility that's ingrained in her bones. A person's insights, conversation, and cultivation require time to accumulate and settle; it's definitely not something that can be achieved overnight."

Wei Zheng seemed to be lost in thought and told her, "Paper and pen..."

Wen Wan brought out the four treasures of the study in small geometric style and spread out the paper. She sat sideways and ground it for him, rolling up her sleeves three inches to reveal her fair wrists. She applied three circles of light ink clockwise and two circles of deep ink counterclockwise.

Wei Zheng suddenly remembered the four words "red sleeves add fragrance".

"What are you writing?"

"Write a military report and submit it to the imperial case. Then have someone paint a portrait of Mo Sufang and send it to your aunt, so that she can help investigate."

Wen Wan smiled at him, "You are injured now, how can you still pick up the pen? Why don't I do it?"

"I remember... Junior Sister Wen's handwriting..." Wei Zheng's pale face smiled slightly, his cheeks flushed slightly, "But the teacher slapped my palm..."

"When a man has been away for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes!" Wen Wan grabbed the pen. "I study hard every day just to be a good wife to my future husband."

Wei Zheng's heart trembled when Wen Wan blurted out the word "husband".

Since this injury, Wen Wan has become much more intimate with him.

really--

The self-torture tactic works.