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

Perhaps thinking about leaving tomorrow, Feng Qiwu was like an insatiable beast, pestering Wen Ranyan again and again and tormenting her.

It wasn't until Wen Ranyan got fed up and annoyed that he gradually calmed down.

The next day.

As soon as the sky was getting light, Feng Qiwu was ready to go to Lingnan in person.

Wen Ranyan was very tired last night and slept until noon. When she woke up, she noticed that the mansion was becoming increasingly quiet and deserted. Only then did she realize that Feng Qiwu was already on his way to Lingnan.

Maybe she was sleeping too soundly and didn't hear a single sound of the loud noise.

Wen Ranyan got up lazily. Feng Qiwu's departure did not affect her at all. She still sat in front of the bronze mirror in good spirits, combing her shiny black hair with a peach wood comb.

When Sijin came in and set the table, she saw her holding a few pearl flowers and placing them on her bun for comparison.

The sunlight bathed her body, making her pretty face look flawless, her eyes were sparkling and charming, her red dress spread across the ground, and she looked gorgeous and radiant.

Si Jin was stunned when she saw this, and after a while she came back to her senses and set the table: "It's already this late, Madam must be hungry, get up and eat."

Wen Ranyan was in a good mood today and had a good appetite, but when she was eating the cake, a servant girl came outside and said that there was a family dinner at Prime Minister Wen's residence today and wanted to invite her to join in the fun.

"As soon as the host left, a family dinner was held in Prime Minister Wen's residence. Who knows if this is the Hongmen Banquet." Sijin stood on the side serving dishes, the anger on her face could not be hidden.

Wen Ranyan was drinking the millet porridge in the bowl nonchalantly. It was a little funny to see her so angry.

Even if it's the Hongmen Banquet, you have to think carefully before hurting her.

After finishing the millet porridge, Wen Ranyan served himself another bowl, looking calm and relaxed.

Seeing this, Sijin frowned and said, "Madam, we can't go to this banquet."

Wen Ranyan put down the bowl and chopsticks, raised his eyes and said casually: "Go, why not? Are the people in my Feng Mansion afraid of the Hongmen Banquet? Besides, I really want to see what they are going to do while Feng Qiwu is away."

Should she continue to be Feng Qiwu's spy?

Or do they think that Feng Qiwu will be in great danger of death if she goes to Lingnan, and they want to get rid of her at the same time?

Thinking of this, a smile spread across Wen Ranyan's lips, becoming even more charming.

Sijin's persuasion failed, so she had to order the people in the mansion to prepare the carriage.

When the carriage reached the main gate of the prime minister's residence, perhaps knowing that Feng Qiwu did not win the emperor's favor and would not be tolerated by the emperor, even the gatekeeper was a little negligent. The housekeeper of the residence was even later, looking arrogant and rude.

Sijin held her breath and her face turned red.

Wen Ranyan still had that indifferent look, but when she glanced at him, there was a strange glimmer in the depths of his eyes. If you looked closely, it was actually a little creepy.

The weather is a bit hot today, so the family banquet was held in the pavilion built by the lake.

This place is built of white wood, facing the wind on all sides, refreshing and elegant. Outside the water pavilion is a nine-curve water corridor made of white marble, leading directly to the opposite bank. There are carved railings on all four sides, overlooking the sparkling blue water.

The housekeeper led them to the shore and waited, but did not take them directly to the pavilions on the other side.

"Please wait here, Second Miss. I will go and report to the Prime Minister right away." The butler glanced at Wen Ranyan and left arrogantly without even listening to her reply.

Si Jin was so angry that she could no longer bear it and said angrily, "What do you mean by waiting? They just want to show off their power to Madam. They just see that the master has gone to Lingnan and there is no one in Feng Mansion, so they want to bully Madam."

There was music and singing in the waterside pavilion, and the dancers were graceful.

Wen Ranyan glanced sideways and vaguely saw behind the floating crepe that everyone was drinking and chatting happily, while they seemed to be isolated and out of place.

"They have overestimated the emperor and underestimated Feng Qiwu..." She stood quietly under the magnolia tree, her smile becoming more and more bewitching and lingering.

How dare they do this when Feng Qiwu was still alive?

Do you really think he is a fish on the chopping board and will die quietly in Lingnan?

Too eager to celebrate.

Seeing her unfathomable smile, Sijin finally suppressed her resentment and calmed down.

In the waterside pavilion, music and singing never stop, like the chirping of an oriole, clear and melodious.

"Miss, the man from Feng Qiwu's mansion is here." A maid whispered in Wen Ningwan's ear.

Wen Ningwan took a casual glance and saw a red figure standing under the magnolia tree. The white of the magnolia, set against the extreme red, did not seem abrupt but was extremely beautiful, like a particularly bright stroke under thick ink and color, breathtaking.

She frowned and looked away, saying contemptuously, "Let her wait on the other side. With just one word, she rushed to the family dinner. She is really a bastard born by a maid, and she is very petty."

The maid hesitated for a moment and then said, "Today, the sun is very bright outside."

Wen Ningwan sipped her tea and sneered, "We're just getting started."

"In the past, with Feng Qiwu by her side, others might have looked up to her. But now, Feng Qiwu has gone to Lingnan. His life and death are not decided by him, but by the one above him. She has lost her protection and value. Can she still leave the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Hearing this, the maid shuddered suddenly.

She subconsciously looked towards Prime Minister Wen and saw that he seemed to have seen Wen Ranyan on the other side, but deliberately ignored her.

Amidst the singing and dancing, there seemed to be the gleam of swords and the shadows of sabers hidden, the situation was treacherous and the coldness was bone-chilling.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Prime Minister Wen waved his hand and asked the butler to bring the person in.

In just a cup of tea, the butler brought the person over.

The singing in the waterside pavilion gradually stopped, and the dancers were dismissed at some point, and there was silence for a while.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of a golden bell was heard. Prime Minister Wen looked in the direction of the sound and saw Wen Ranyan in a red dress, seductive to the core. The golden bell on her wrist rang with every step she took, making her look alluring and seductive. It was obviously the same face, but the feeling she gave was different.

It's really becoming more and more outrageous.

However, now that Feng Qiwu has fallen from power, she is no longer of any use to him. Even if she continues to behave indecently, what does it have to do with him?

I'm going to die anyway.

"Isn't this a family dinner?" Wen Ranyan waved her sleeves and stood still, speaking first: "Why did the singing and dancing stop? This will not be lively anymore."

After hearing this, Wen Ningwan laughed uncontrollably and said with a look of sarcasm, "You should be thankful that we have sent all the outsiders away. This can be regarded as the last bit of dignity left for you."

Wen Ranyan turned her head to look, "What do you mean, sister?"

The word "sister" completely changed Wen Ningwan's expression. Her face was as gloomy as water, and her voice gradually became colder: "The emperor cannot tolerate Feng Qiwu. He will die without a burial place in Lingnan. And you, without protection and value, are also the wife of a traitor, and you will not die well. Now, this family banquet is fake, and I really want to sacrifice my relatives for the sake of justice to help the emperor solve his problems."

Prime Minister Wen seemed to have tacitly agreed to Wen Ningwan's words. He said nothing, his face gloomy.

"But before that, I have to vent my anger." Wen Ningwan winked at the maid beside her and said, "Go, break her knees. Now, with her status, is she qualified to stand and talk to us?"

After receiving the order, the maid walked towards Wen Ranyan step by step, holding a stick.

"Second Miss, I'm sorry..."

Just as the stick was about to fall, Wen Ranyan flicked her long sleeves, and a silver thread wrapped around the maid's neck like a ghost.

She rolled her fingertips lightly, but her eyes fell on Prime Minister Wen: "Prime Minister Wen, where is Hei Yao beside you?"

Her smile was as gentle as water, and her voice was so soft that it seemed like water was about to drip out.