After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Wen Ranyan was about to ask again when she saw someone coming from the palace.

The eunuch in the lead was well-dressed and had a domineering look on his face. The palace maids following him were all holding rewards. They walked through the nine-curve corridor and headed towards the front hall.

When the wind blew, a corner of the brocade was lifted up, and the sparkling light of rare treasures instantly reflected in Wen Ranyan's eyes.

"What's the good day today? Everyone in the palace came to give gifts?" Wen Ranyan put down the snacks, her eyes full of interest.

She seemed to have seen a roll of silver thread among those treasures just now. The silver thread was tough and indestructible, and was originally used to make silver thread armor, but when she saw it today, she had some other ideas.

Coming to this place alone, she didn't have any suitable weapons.

No matter how good the poisonous insect is, there are always more ways to save lives, the better.

Lu Qiao lowered her eyes and replied, "I heard that His Majesty was overjoyed to learn that our master was getting married, so he ordered the palace servants to deliver these wedding gifts."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan sneered.

Isn't it joyful?

This is not a marriage, it's clearly welcoming a spy home.

When Lu Yao saw her unexpected smile, she couldn't help but shrink her shoulders in fear.

It is said that being with the emperor is like being with a tiger, but being with Wen Ranyan made her even more terrified.

Wen Ranyan brushed her dress and stood up, the desire in her eyes was not concealed at all: "I have never seen anything in the palace, let me go to the front hall to take a look."

Luyao didn't understand what she meant, but still followed her obediently.

Wen Ranyan was still wearing a plain dress today, with a pair of lotus flowers embroidered on the hem. When she walked, the lotus flowers were bright and ethereal like fairies. A butterfly hairpin with pearls was adorned on her bun, making her look graceful and charming.

She was clearly an immortal figure, like a lotus emerging from water, but the beautiful charm in her almond-shaped eyes spread out like thick ink.

As soon as she walked into the front hall, she saw the eunuch in charge, who had been so arrogant just now, walking out with a sullen face, cursing.

Wen Ranyan took a glance and then looked away without any interest.

The eunuch in charge saw this and became even more furious: "This is too much... This Feng Mansion is full of people who are like Feng Qiwu, who have no rules and regulations."

After saying this, he turned around and left with the palace maid, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Wen Ranyan stepped into the doorway and randomly found a maid to ask, "What's going on? Was the eunuch so angry just now?"

The maid knew that she was the new lady, and her eyes were full of scrutiny but respect. She bowed and said, "To answer your question, the man just now was Eunuch Desheng from the palace. He was ordered by His Majesty to come with wedding gifts, but the master did not go to receive the order, but left Eunuch Desheng outside for a long time. The eunuch was arrogant and could not stand such an injustice, so he left in anger."

After knowing the whole story, Wen Ranyan curved her red lips and amusement flashed in her eyes.

The book says that Feng Qiwu is willful, unrestrained, and indifferent to etiquette.

When I saw it today, it turned out to be true.

Wen Ranyan looked around for a moment and asked, "Where is the gift?"

The maid reached behind the beaded curtain in the front hall and lowered her voice deliberately as if she was afraid, and said, "It's with the master."

Wen Ranyan followed her gaze and saw shadowy figures behind the pearl curtain. Feng Qiwu and Yinsi were both there.

She curled her lips, her eyes sparkling with brilliance, even more charming than the spring scenery in the garden. She took a few steps forward, the lotus flowers on her skirt swaying, and her bare hands lightly touched the hanging pearl curtain.

The maid was frightened and cried out: "Madam, please don't come in. The master doesn't like to be disturbed..."

Wen Ranyan seemed not to have heard it. She had already lifted the bead curtain and walked into the inner hall.

The maid couldn't help but feel terrified.

This new lady is really reckless. If she angers her master, will she still be alive?

On the table in the inner hall stands a bronze incense burner with cloud patterns. In the burner are burning spices that can clear the mind and calm the spirit. Curling green smoke billows up like smoke and fog.

Feng Qiwu was leaning on the chaise longue, with the collar of her red dress open, revealing delicate skin and strong muscles. Drops of water were dripping onto her collarbone and meandering down, making her skin look crystal clear and charming. How could a mortal being see such a beautiful scenery?

Hearing footsteps, Feng Qiwu's eyes flashed with a chilling light: "What are you doing here?"

Wen Ranyan's gaze fell squarely on his exposed skin. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly burning, but her face was filled with panic of having mistakenly entered his body.

She twisted her fingers and whispered softly, "I didn't mean to come in. I just heard that His Majesty sent someone to deliver the wedding gift, so I wanted to take a look. Is that not okay?"

"Besides being an expert, is there nothing else?" Feng Qiwu's eyes were filled with inquiry and amusement. He stared at her for a long moment before speaking with a hint of profound meaning.

For example, the military talisman.

For example, taking his life.

Wen Ranyan nodded and said, "There are others, of course."

"What's the matter?" Feng Qiwu's eyes were slightly cold, and the murderous aura around him instantly rushed towards Wen Ranyan.

Wen Ranyan twisted her embroidered belt, her face rosy, and said delicately: "I missed you so much after just half a day of not seeing you. I said I came to see you, but in fact I just wanted to see my husband."

"Just one look at it makes me so happy."

After the words fell, Wen Ranyan's eyes turned as clear as water, and in an instant, they were full of radiance and sparkling like smoke.

Feng Qiwu frowned after hearing this.

The words were so disgusting that he didn't believe a word of them.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were filled with coldness, but her thin lips curved slightly: "Now that you've seen it, why don't you leave?"

Wen Ranyan pulled at the hem of her skirt and said shyly, "But I haven't seen the wedding gifts yet..."

The imperial gift was placed on a round mahogany table. The brocade cloth was then opened, revealing a dazzling array of rare treasures.

"Then let's take a look." Feng Qiwu changed into a comfortable posture and waved his hand casually.

He wanted to see what this woman was up to.

Wen Ran's face lit up with joy, and he walked to the round table in a few steps.

She seemed to have glanced at it superficially, but in fact she stared at the roll of silver thread for a long time, and the more she looked, the more joy appeared in her eyes.

It was just as she thought, a very tough substance, ideal for making weapons.

If the silver thread is tempered into poisonous thread, it can not only save lives, but also kill people invisibly.

"Have you finished reading it?" Feng Qiwu interrupted her thoughts, his terrifying gaze following her like a shadow.

Wen Ranyan collected her thoughts and asked carefully, "Husband, since it's a wedding gift, shouldn't I get my share as well?"

Feng Qiwu stared at her with more interest in his eyes: "What do you like?"

Wen Ranyan gently picked up the roll of silver thread, with a subtle desire hidden in her eyes: "Husband, I want this roll of silver thread."

Her voice is soft and gentle, with a hint of coquettishness.

Feng Qiwu frowned, as if she thought the voice was too artificial, but when her eyes fell on the roll of silver thread, a deep and mysterious light appeared in her eyes.

She came in without permission just for a roll of silver thread?

Can something so ordinary satisfy her ambition?

Feng Qiwu glanced at her from head to toe, and suddenly her eyes lit up, as if smiling, she said: "If you have the ability to make me happy, it's not that I can't give it to you..."