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

Feng Qiwu frowned, and he really couldn't stop talking about silver silk.

Is that roll of silver thread really that good?

Feng Qiwu waved her hands impatiently, as if she had no interest in arguing with her anymore, and said lazily, "Take it away."

Wen Ranyan felt as if she had found a treasure, her almond eyes sparkling brightly: "My husband treats me so well."

Feng Qiwu couldn't stand listening to these annoying words, and immediately frowned, his face as gloomy as ice: "Take the silver thread and leave quickly, you are so noisy."

Hearing this, the smile in Wen Ranyan's eyes faded a little. She bit her lip aggrievedly, then stood up slowly.

But when she actually got the roll of silver thread, the smile in her eyes could not be concealed no matter how hard she tried. Even her back was filled with lightness, and her slender waist swayed in a way that made people feel upset.

Feng Qiwu looked at her leaving back, his brows furrowed, his eyes like the deep sea...

After leaving the inner hall, Wen Ranyan called over Lu Yao who was waiting outside.

Lu Yao came up to her with her eyebrows lowered and asked carefully, "Second Miss, are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Wen Ranyan stepped over the threshold and just walked out of the hall. The strong and dazzling sunlight shining on her face was so strong that she subconsciously blocked it with her hand.

Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

The master and servant walked through the nine-curve corridor and came to the inner courtyard. In the inner courtyard, there were pavilions, towers, small bridges and flowing water. The gurgling sound of water in their ears was like the sound of chimes, crisp and pleasant, stretching back and forth.

The cobblestone path leads to a secluded place, and pear blossoms are in full bloom beside the path. Wen Ranyan walks by leisurely, and the fallen petals stain her body.

Lu Yao spoke at the right time: "Second Miss, the day of returning home will come in one day. Why don't you tell our master so that he won't forget."

Wen Ranyan paused as she twisted the petals. She glanced sideways, her almond-shaped eyes tinged with a soul-stirring glimmer: "You are so concerned about returning home, are you anxious to see Prime Minister Wen?"

Lu Yao's breath was choked, and she immediately bowed her head and begged for mercy: "How dare I? The Second Young Lady is my master now, and I am just concerned about her future."

"This custom of returning to the parents' home is an indispensable traditional etiquette. If you don't take it seriously, won't it let others know that our master dislikes you in every way? Then, everyone will look down on you, the second young lady."

Wen Ranyan looked away nonchalantly, and said in a slow tone, "It's a pity that you care too late."

Lu Yao was stunned, and her heart skipped a beat: "What?"

Wen Ranyan scattered the petals she was twisting on the ground and said slowly, "My husband has just told me about returning home. Isn't it too late for you to tell me now?"

After hearing this, Lu Yao smiled brightly and said, "I see. It seems that our master really cares about the Second Miss's affairs."

Wen Ranyan looked at her calmly for a few seconds, with a hint of thought in his almond-shaped eyes.

At night, the early spring night was as cold as winter, so cold that one could shiver in the bones.

There was a glass lamp on in Wen Ranyan's room, and the sparkling light shone on her face, making her look even more gentle and ethereal, like a fairy under the moon. However, the seductive look in her eyes broke this fairy-like appearance, and all kinds of desires intertwined to make her look like a demon.

She put the silver threads obtained during the day into a wooden box, and kept the refined poisonous insects warm and tempered in it.

The poisonous insect spewed out poisonous mist, and the bright and translucent silver threads were instantly dyed blue-black.

Wen Ranyan closed the wooden box and placed it under her pillow.

"Luyao, serve the table." Wen Ranyan walked to the copper basin and washed her hands. She waited for a long time but Luyao didn't come in to serve the table.

Wen Ranyan was not angry. She lifted her skirt and slowly walked towards the cottage where Luyao lived.

The only maid serving her was Lu Yao, and she lived in a room all to herself, which was more comfortable than the higher-ranking maids in the mansion. When Wen Ranyan went there, she saw an oil lamp lit in the room, the light was bright and glittering, and the wooden door was ajar.

Wen Ranyan pushed open the wooden door, and the cool night breeze blew in, and the lit candle flame also flickered.

The cool breeze brushed Lu Yao's face, and her hand holding the pen paused slightly, and then her heart sank.

"Second Miss, why are you here?" Lu Yao looked at Wen Ranyan who suddenly appeared in shock, and subconsciously wanted to hide what she was writing.

Wen Ranyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice seemed to be filled with a soul-stirring smile: "Luyao, what are you writing?"

Lu Yao covered it with her inkstone, and said, "I didn't write anything, but Prime Minister Wen suddenly mentioned the matter of returning home, and I was telling him the good news that the second young lady would be back."

Wen Ranyan's eyes drooped slightly, and she didn't know whether she was happy or angry: "Then when I asked you today, why did you say that there was no news from Prime Minister Wen?"

Lu Yao suddenly felt cold all over, and she swallowed nervously: "When the Second Miss asked me, there was indeed no news from the Prime Minister. It was only now that I received the news."

"Really?" Wen Ranyan leaned lightly on the edge of the table, the smile on her lips slightly faded, and her eyes were intimidating.

Lu Yao seemed to not dare to look her in the eye, and her eyes were slightly evasive: "Of course..."

"Is that so?" Wen Ranyan seemed to believe her words, and a smile reappeared in her almond-shaped eyes. She said, "I wanted to ask you to set the table, but I waited for you for a long time and you didn't show up. So I came to see what you were doing and why you were so focused."

Lu Yao said in annoyance, "It is my fault. Please don't blame me, Second Miss."

"Since you know you've failed in your duty, why don't you go and serve the meal?" Wen Ranyan walked to the door with a flick of her sleeves. Under the moonlight, she suddenly turned around and looked into Lu Yao's eyes from afar.

Luyao was suddenly frightened and subconsciously hid the letter, then followed her with her head lowered.

After dinner, Wen Ranyan extinguished the glass lamp, and everywhere became pitch black in an instant, and everything was silent.

Not long after, a snow-white carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew away. The rustling sound of its feathers suddenly broke the silence. The nimble snow pigeon crashed into the full moon and disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, a flexible dark blue silk thread, like a sharp weapon that pierces the air, was tightly wrapped around the pigeon's feet. With a slight pull, the pigeon fell rapidly like a kite with a broken string.

Wen Ranyan sat on the branch of a big tree, gently twisting the other end of the silk thread in her hand. After a while, the fat snow pigeon fell into her arms.

The snow pigeon flapped its wings, but still couldn't escape the clutches of the devil.

Wen Ranyan took the letter off the pigeon's feet and unfolded it slowly.

She smoothed out the wrinkles patiently, her almond-shaped eyes slightly curved with a smile. Even after seeing the words on the letter clearly, her smile was still more gentle than spring.

It turned out to be an acrostic poem. Their Green Waist really has a lot of ink in his belly.

But the hidden content is really disheartening.

——Be careful with Wen Ranyan.

Wen Ranyan smiled as she tore up the letter and scattered it into the sky. Her almond-shaped eyes were watery under the confetti and her smile was even more charming and attractive than before, with a hint of soul-stirring madness in her eyes.

Although the heart-eating poison can eat the heart, it is impossible to prevent others from sending messages in a roundabout way using cryptic poems. Now it seems that Green Waist is a thing that cannot be tamed. I wanted to keep her for the time being, but she just doesn't care about her life.

Then you can't stay.

But whether to keep it or not, we must make the best use of it and squeeze out its value...