Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

As they left the Fu family residence, Yu Lang couldn't help but ask Ren Fengjue, "Miss Wen just said that the Fu family's eldest son's good days are coming to an end. What did she mean by that?"

Ren Fengjue smiled and replied, "He married a courtesan for the sake of his so-called face, and he was destined to bear the infamy."

"Now, the inner quarters are in complete chaos because of these courtesans. What good days can he possibly have?"

Yu Lang thought about it and agreed, but before he could ask any more questions, he realized that it made sense.

Ren Fengjue interrupted him, "No need to say more, we still need to go to the Wen family."

Going to the Wen family was Wen Yu's idea.

At this moment, her soul, along with Xia Ximo and Wuyou, entered the Soul-Crossing Lamp.

But this lamp was held in Ren Fengjue's hand.

Yu Lang wanted to ask several times what the lamp was for, but seeing Lord Ren's tight-lipped manner, he figured he wouldn't tell him.

When the gatekeeper of the Wen family heard that guests from the Minister's residence had arrived, he dared not be negligent for a moment.

Therefore, as soon as Ren Fengjue arrived at the reception room, the Wen family patriarch, supported by his eldest son, came out with him.

Judging from his complexion, it was clear that Master Wen was not in good health; he was breathing heavily as soon as he entered the hall.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ren Fengjue immediately got straight to the point.

"To be honest, I came here for Miss Wen."

When he mentioned his recently deceased daughter, the old master of the Wen family visibly stiffened.

"To be honest, my daughter passed away three days ago."

Upon hearing this, Yu Lang immediately sneered, "Old Master, you surely know better than anyone whether Miss Wen truly passed away from illness, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, Master Wen's expression changed drastically.

Perhaps due to his intense emotions, he started coughing violently.

Wen Yan, the eldest son standing beside him, quickly brought ginseng tea to serve his father.

Then, he glanced at Yu Lang with displeasure and asked, "What do you mean by that, young master?"

Yu Lang glanced at him, but said, "The meaning is quite clear: Miss Wen Yu did not die of illness at all, but was poisoned to death."

After coughing for a while, Mr. Wen slowly recovered.

However, he did not refute Yu Lang's words, but instead sighed softly.

"In any case, Yu'er is gone. If you two have anything to say, please speak frankly."

Yu Lang didn't mince words: "Indeed, there were a few things I said on behalf of Miss Wen to you."

Master Wen's face, which had just recovered, immediately turned deathly pale.

Wen Yan immediately retorted angrily, "Even if this young master is a guest of the Minister's residence, if he continues to spout nonsense, don't blame us for being rude and kicking him out."

Yu Lang rarely had a serious expression, but he looked at the Wen family patriarch and said, "Master, you know best about Miss Wen Yu's death, so you should understand what I'm saying."

Old Master Wen's face was ashen, but a mist inexplicably rose in his eyes.

Then, he said casually, "I know that Yu'er must resent me."

Upon hearing his father's words, Wen Yan was stunned. He quickly asked, "Father, what do you mean by that? Could it be that Yu'er...?"

He dared not say what followed.

Master Wen patted his chest, coughed twice, but didn't answer his son's question. Instead, he asked, "What did Yu'er say?"

Yu Lang paused slightly, turned to look at Ren Fengjue, and seeing that his expression was unchanged, he said, "Miss Wen said that she knew the medicine was poisoned, but she drank it willingly."

These words froze Mr. Wen in place, and the next second, he clutched his chest and coughed up blood.

Young Master Wen was utterly astonished.

Seeing his father cough up blood, he was about to get up to summon the family physician, but his father stopped him.

"Don't go..."

Old Master Wen simply wiped his mouth haphazardly, his aged eyes becoming increasingly cloudy, as if he had aged many years in an instant.

He stood up and asked Yu Lang, "What else did she... say?"

Yu Lang's expression also turned grim. "She said she doesn't hate you because she never wanted to live in the first place."

"Yu'er..."

Master Wen called out, his eyes clearly showing pain, and then he burst into tears.

He cried out, "It was I who killed Yu'er..."

Young Master Wen had never seen his father so distraught, and in his panic, he was at a loss for what to do.

When he arrived, Yu Lang thought that he would have to have a heated debate with the Wen family father and son before they would admit it.

To his surprise, the other party readily admitted it, which took him quite a bit of a shock.

It's clear that Master Wen deeply regrets the evil deeds he has committed.

Yu Lang sighed and could only ask the Wen family patriarch, "Grandpa, Wen Yu is still your biological daughter, no matter what. How...how could you do such a thing?"

With tears welling in his eyes, Mr. Wen replied, "I did it too... for her reputation."

Yu Lang was stunned, finding it unbelievable: "Reputation...is more important than life?"

Mr. Wen nodded.

"In Beiding County, everyone knows that my Wen family's daughter has been betrothed to the eldest son of the Fu family since childhood. If the news of the annulment of the engagement gets out, how will Yu'er have any face to stand in the county? Her life will be ruined."

"absurd!"

Yu Lang retorted angrily, "So what if the engagement is called off? Miss Wen Yu is an innocent and upright young woman who has never done anything outrageous. Just because an engagement is called off, does that mean Beiding County can't tolerate her?"

Master Wen said, "You simply don't understand how important reputation is to a lady from a respectable family. Tell me, if you were asked to marry a woman who had been jilted, would you be willing?"

Without hesitation, Yu Lang replied, "If she is truly the one I love, I would be willing to break off the engagement, even if she has been divorced eight times."

"..."

Mr. Wen choked for a moment, but judging from his expression, he clearly didn't believe it.

He even sneered, "Even if you were willing, your parents wouldn't approve. What guarantees do you have that she won't be ostracized in the inner quarters and can live a peaceful and carefree life?"

Yu Lang immediately rejected this: "They're all excuses!"

He said, "First of all, as a father, you didn't protect her well, nor did you choose a good husband for her."

"You made her marry Fu Yuan because your two families are on good terms, and for your own sake."

"You never cared about Fu Yuan's character or whether he would treat Miss Wen well. You just kept telling her to please Fu Yuan."

"Knowing full well that Fu Yuan dislikes Miss Wen, you only blame your own daughter. Have you ever considered where the root of this tragedy lies?"

"In the past ten years or so, has Miss Wen ever lived a single day for herself?"

Master Wen had never heard such words before. His chest heaved, and he suddenly slammed his hand on the table: "Since ancient times, women have been bound by three obediences: 'obeying their father at home, obeying their husband after marriage, and obeying their son after their husband's death.' This is their fate!"

"This is her fate..."

He repeated it almost through gritted teeth.

Yu Lang shook her head, continuing to deny his words: "Whether it's her fate or not is not up to you to decide."