After the divorce, I was adorned in a phoenix robe, while my ex-husband's entire family dug up

Lu Zhufeng smashed the cup in his hand and coldly looked at the people on the ground who were covered in blood. "Reflect on yourselves."

After saying that, he went to Wei Jiaruo's courtyard.

Wei Zhaoning followed closely behind, never having been so proactive before.

Wei Jiaruo lay on the couch with her eyes closed and her face deathly pale.

Liu Xiang, who was serving at the side, bowed when she saw the person arrive and stepped aside.

The physician, in a state of panic, stepped forward and said, "My lord, the Lady Marquis has suffered a great shock today. I'm afraid she won't be able to save this pregnancy."

Lu Zhufeng sneered, "Your surname is Li, right?"

"Yes, my surname is indeed Li." The physician felt somewhat puzzled, but still answered respectfully.

"There wasn't even a drop of blood on her skirt, how could it have fallen apart?"

"Your Excellency, it's not enough to just see if there's no bleeding if the fetus is unwell," he said, glancing cautiously at Lu Zhufeng.

Lu Zhufeng was furious. "Guards! Throw him out! Let everyone outside see this, and see who would still hire this quack doctor surnamed Li!"

Physician Li was terrified, his eyes widening in shock. "My lord! I'm innocent! My lord! I was only following orders! Please, my lord, show mercy!"

Lu Zhufeng ignored him and let the servants drag him away.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly. What a good Jia Ruo she was, daring to bribe people in the manor to deceive him.

Wei Jiaruo's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Immediately afterward, Lu Zhufeng's gaze fell on the dressing table. "Stop pretending."

The person on the bed did not respond and still looked sick.

Upon seeing this, Lu Zhufeng's eyes flashed with a chilling glint, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

"Go and fetch a basin of cold water."

These words were spoken to Liuxiang.

"Yes."

The person on the bed remained motionless.

A bucket of cold water was poured over her, and Wei Jiaruo screamed, looking at Lu Zhufeng in shock.

"My lord..."

Lu Zhufeng stepped forward, reached out and wiped her face; the powder that had been soaked in water fell off at the touch.

Her originally rosy complexion was revealed.

Wei Jiaruo's heart skipped a beat. "My lord..."

Lu Zhufeng was so angry he had a headache. "Fine, very well!"

"Get out and kneel down! Apologize with every step you take! Don't stop without my orders!"

Wei Jiaruo's eyes were filled with confusion. She hadn't expected Lu Zhufeng to treat her like this. Everything was beyond her expectations!

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Lu Zhufeng said, "Someone! Please take her over."

She didn't even have a chance to argue before she was dragged out to the street and made to kneel.

When the old lady heard that Wei Jiaruo had been forced to kneel by Lu Zhufeng, she dared not try to cheat anymore.

This time, they're serious.

She voluntarily went to the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence, knelt down and copied Buddhist scriptures to repent.

An old woman knelt at someone's door every day; her face had been slashed and bruised.

She copied the scriptures while cursing Wei Jiaruo.

Of course, he also cursed Wei Zhaoning quite a bit.

Neither of the two sisters is satisfactory!

At the same time, Wei Jiaruo gritted her teeth and knelt down as instructed. With each step she took, she said, "I lied and took credit for others. I deserve to die."

The scene was novel, and idle passersby gathered together, pointing and whispering around her.

She instinctively shrank her neck into her collar, trying to cover half of her face.

An old man selling candied hawthorns on the street shook his head and sighed, muttering to the person next to him, "These days, girls are full of lies, really..." He didn't finish his sentence, but it was filled with deep contempt.

"Hey, Cheng Ming, isn't this your cousin? What's she doing?"

A spoiled young master spoke loudly to the young master beside him.

Qin Chengming's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. "What cousin? She's not even remotely related to me. Her mother married into another family as a concubine. Once married, she's like water spilled from a cup; she has absolutely nothing to do with me."

"Stop looking, let's go!"

Wei Jiaruo felt as if her heart had been stabbed, and she lowered her head in a panic.

She knelt all the way to Suzaku Avenue, her knees throbbing with a dull, persistent pain. She was completely exhausted and stopped to rest for a while.

"Madam, the Marquis hasn't told you to stop yet," a servant reminded her.

She gritted her teeth and continued kneeling.

The pointing fingers of those around her felt like countless needles pricking her. Some people covered their mouths and laughed, while others pointed at her and whispered. Those gazes and laughter were filled with malice, making her wish she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Even her fingertips turned white from embarrassment.

She felt a pang of grievance and her eyes welled up with tears.

Why?

On what grounds?

She is the reborn darling of heaven, so why is she always outmaneuvered by Wei Zhaoning?

She was unwilling to give up, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes, like poison.

From now on, she's going to get serious.

She was no longer going to show Wei Zhaoning any mercy!

She glanced at a servant dressed in coarse linen clothes, who understood and pretended to throw rotten vegetable leaves as he approached her.

She whispered a few words, and the servant nodded and hurriedly ran to the other side.

*

Wei Zhaoning followed behind with Dongxu, buying snacks along the street while watching with great interest.

I've never felt so relaxed.

Suddenly, she felt like there was a gaze watching her from behind.

Turning my head, I saw a bright gold-embroidered carriage parked at the street corner.

Inside the car, a man wearing a gold mask was saying something.

Wei Zhaoning could read lips, and she frowned.

The man said, "Useless thing."

This was clearly not referring to her.

She suddenly remembered Wei Jiaruo's leg, which had suddenly healed, and the pills she was holding.

What secrets lie behind this?

interesting.

"Miss, what are you looking at? It's getting exciting! Wei Jiaruo has had a huge bowl of spoiled rice dumped on her head!"

Wei Zhaoning snapped out of her daze. "Nothing, are you full?"

Dongxu said contentedly, "I'm full, Miss. I've never had a meal as delicious as today's."

"Look at her, always playing the victim and using underhanded tricks, she got herself into this mess! Serves her right!"

Wei Zhaoning had enjoyed her ugliness enough, and was also a little tired of it. "Evil people will be punished by other evil people."

"Let's head back now, I'm tired."

Just as she turned to leave, she suddenly heard the sharp sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath behind her. Turning around, she saw a soldier blocking her way with a sword, the blade held at her waist, no more than half a foot away.

At the same time, two more soldiers surrounded her, their long swords hanging down but always pointed at her, forming a pincer movement.

"Where is Lady Hou going?" The leader spoke rudely, his eyes filled with malice, showing no respect whatsoever for Lady Hou.

"What are you doing?" Dongxu blocked her way.

The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent, and passersby stepped back, leaving an open space, all eyes focused on them.

"Gentlemen, is something the matter?" Wei Zhaoning frowned, but remained calm.

The officers said in a deep voice, "Madam Hou, someone has reported a murder case that is related to you. Please come with us."

Wei Zhaoning looked through the crowd at Wei Jiaruo, who was kneeling on the ground.

Her eyes flickered like a viper's tongue, and a twisted smile played on her lips as she looked at Wei Zhaoning with a sinister gaze.

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.