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

"My lord, my sister's bed is so big and so soft."

"Is this a comfortable name, Lord Marquis?"

Wei Zhaoning overheard these offensive remarks at the entrance of her own courtyard.

Inside the room, two figures intertwined, lost in their own world.

Wei Zhaoning's body stiffened slightly, her fingers trembled gently, and she subconsciously clenched her fists.

They... ended up on her bed!

"This main courtyard is yours now, it's your bed." Lu Zhufeng's voice was breathless.

Wei Zhaoning then noticed that the courtyard was piled high with her belongings.

They've already had her things thrown out.

"My lord, would you rather have fun with my sister or with me?"

"Jia Ruo, didn't I tell you? I've never touched her. She's incredibly boring and doesn't interest me at all."

"My lord, I was too hasty just now and tore your clothes. These clothes were a gift from my sister. You won't be angry, will you?"

"It's just a piece of clothing. I didn't like it anyway. The color is too old-fashioned. I'll just throw it away."

Jiaruo, when will you make something for me?

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the bed shaking started again.

Dongxu was about to rush in and beat up the two scoundrels when she suddenly saw Wei Zhaoning standing there.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall, a helpless, bitter smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Her young lady never lifted a finger and was pampered like a precious jewel from a young age.

When I embroidered that dress, my hands were covered in bloody holes from the needles. It took countless days and nights to finish it.

The Marquis actually discarded it so casually!

"Miss..." Dongxu's eyes were full of heartache.

At this moment, Lu Ze limped over.

"Didn't you see I threw all your things out here? Are you just standing here like a doorman?"

"Get out of here right now, don't get in my way!"

Wei Zhaoning's eyes were vacant. It was nothing; it didn't matter anymore.

"Winter catkins".

Dongxu immediately started tidying up the things on the ground, and finally they chose a secluded courtyard to settle down again.

*

"You said she came yesterday?" Lu Zhufeng took a sip of tea.

The servant replied, "Yes, my lord. The lady stood outside for a while, then had the maid pack her things and go to the side courtyard."

"She didn't say anything?"

"No, my lord. I only heard from the people in the courtyard that the lady has caught a cold and is seriously ill."

Lu Zhufeng's hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

A strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, mixed with a little guilt.

"I'll go take a look."

Just as he was about to get up, a servant came in to report: "Something terrible has happened! My lord! Consort Wei is vomiting uncontrollably!"

Lu Zhufeng immediately changed course without the slightest hesitation.

"My lord, what about the lady?" the servant asked.

Lu Zhufeng was anxious and impatient. He paused and said, "Tell her to go to the main hall in a little while and say I need to talk to her."

"Yes."

After getting up and having lunch, Wei Zhaoning went to the main hall.

Eight pairs of eyes stared at her with suspicion and hostility in the main hall.

The old lady, the eldest sister-in-law, and the youngest sister-in-law were all present. The remaining person was Meng Yun, an assistant minister in the Ministry of Revenue.

"Mother," Wei Zhaoning said.

"What are you doing here?" Lu Jieyue asked.

"The Marquis summoned me here, saying he has important business to discuss," Wei Zhaoning said.

The group exchanged glances, their expressions ambiguous. Lu Jieyue said, "Alright, then you can wait here."

They continued their casual conversation, as if Wei Zhaoning didn't exist.

"Lord Meng, this marriage is good, but we still need Zhu Feng to return before making a decision. I am an old woman, and I cannot keep my word," the old lady said softly.

"Mother! What's wrong with that? Just agree, okay?" Lu Jieyue clung to the old lady's hand and kept pleading.

"Yes, Madam, if you could let Jieyue marry into the family, I would make sure she lives a sweet and happy life," Meng Yun said ingratiatingly.

"Well... let's wait until Zhu Feng returns to discuss this further." The old lady was getting impatient.

After several attempts to persuade her, the old lady kept passing the buck, so Meng Yun went home first.

"Oh dear, Mother! Why won't you agree?" Lu Jieyue said, somewhat annoyed.

The old lady snorted coldly, "Meng Yun beat two of his wives to death, so why don't you agree? Are you just waiting to be beaten to death if you marry him?!"

Lu Jieyue said, "Brother Meng didn't like those two in the first place, and they can't have children. Besides, he told me that one of them was having an affair and the other was dishonest. They deserved to be beaten to death."

"Brother Meng always listens to me. If I say one thing, he'll never say another. How could he possibly hit me? There's a saying about people: love is made more profound by differences. Haven't you heard that, Mother?"

"The same thing can have a different outcome depending on who you're with. Look at Zhu Feng, he's always frowning when he's with Wei Zhaoning, but he's much more energetic when he's with Jia Ruo. Don't you think that makes sense?"

Lu Jieyue and Lu Jieshuang burst into laughter at the same time.

Wei Zhaoning turned her head to the side, ignoring what they were saying.

The old lady was so angry by these remarks that her heart ached.

Lu Jieyue playfully flicked Lu Jieshuang's nose. "Still laughing! Aren't you going to help me persuade my mother?"

"What can I say to persuade her? My mother won't listen to me anyway." Lu Jieshuang shrugged.

The old lady said irritably, "Neither of you sisters gives me any peace of mind! And you, Lu Jieshuang, where have you been all day? You're nowhere to be found! Don't you know that unmarried girls shouldn't be running around like this?"

Lu Jieshuang's heart tightened, her smile froze, and her expression became somewhat unnatural.

"If I don't go shopping more, when will I have time to shop after I get married?"

The old lady was furious. She suddenly glanced at Wei Zhaoning and said, "Ningning, quickly explain the pros and cons to Jieyue. She thinks I'm an old woman. You two aren't that far apart in age, so she should listen to what you have to say."

Lu Jieyue immediately slammed her hand on the table. "Her? She can't even win over her own man's heart. She's been demoted from wife to concubine and isn't even ashamed. What right does she have to talk like that?"

Wei Zhaoning frowned and said helplessly, "Mother, as you can see, she won't listen."

The old lady's face immediately fell, and her gaze towards Wei Zhaoning held a hint of resentment.

"Utterly useless, no wonder she can't hold onto her position as the Marquis's wife." The old lady spat.

Almost an hour had passed, and Lu Zhufeng still hadn't arrived, so Wei Zhaoning was preparing to leave.

"What's wrong? Why are you making such a racket?" Wei Jiaruo was helped in by Lu Zhufeng.

Lu Zhufeng glanced at Wei Zhaoning indifferently, then quickly looked away.

"You've come at the right time. Brother Meng has come to propose marriage, but Mother absolutely refuses. She says he killed his wife, but it wasn't Brother Meng's fault at all."

"I don't care anymore! If you don't agree, I'll kill myself by banging my head against the wall!" Lu Jieyue looked distressed and was about to rush over and bang her head against the wall as a threat.

Wei Zhaoning felt a chill run down her spine. As for Meng Yun, his actions were far more than just killing his wife.