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

"I know." Chu Lanyue pulled Shen Zhixiang's sleeve, sat down obediently, and sat upright.

As soon as she sat down, she met Wen Ranyan's watery almond eyes. Seeing that she was a girl with a gentle smile and outstanding appearance, her brows were once again filled with joy, and there was a bit of scrutiny and curiosity in her eyes.

"Sister Shen, you have made such a beautiful friend without telling me. Tell me quickly, what is her name? Who is she from?"

Chu Lanyue racked her brains for a long time but still couldn't guess Wen Ranyan's identity.

Logically speaking, she knew most of the noble ladies in the capital. If she saw such a beautiful and ethereal person, she would definitely remember her. But if she was a lady from an ordinary family, it would be impossible for her to come to this banquet.

Shen Zhixiang introduced her with a smile, saying, "She is the second young lady of the Xiangfu, Wen Ranyan, and she is also Feng Qiwu's new wife."

Wen Ranyan smiled and nodded to her.

Chu Lanyue was surprised for a moment after hearing this, then her eyes were stained with a clear light and she spoke purely: "I heard from my father a few days ago that Feng Qiwu got married. I was curious about who she was at the time, but I didn't expect that she was such a banished fairy-like girl. Feng Qiwu is really blessed."

The little girl was soft and sweet, and when she smiled, she looked like a delicate dough ball. She was really curious, and she really thought Wen Ranyan was pretty, and Feng Qiwu was a blessed person.

"Madam Feng, she is the daughter of the Marquis Chu family, Chu Lanyue." Shen Zhixiang was afraid that she would be misunderstood, so she explained, "She is spoiled by her two brothers on weekdays, so she speaks bluntly and without thinking. Don't take it to heart, and don't think she is frivolous."

Wen Ranyan leaned on one side and said with a smile: "How could that be? Miss Chu is quick-witted and very likable."

Hearing this, Chu Lanyue laughed crisply. Like Wen Ranyan, she grabbed a handful of raisins in her hand and stuffed them into her mouth one by one, without any leisure time.

Wen Ranyan looked at her innocent appearance and suddenly thought of something.

Lord Chu was the cousin of the late emperor. He was resourceful and had made great achievements. He was seriously injured while saving the late emperor and was granted a golden warrant to exempt him from death. However, such a noble man loved his wife dearly and only wished to be with her for the rest of his life.

Lord Chu and his wife were wonderful people who valued girls over boys. After giving birth to a pair of boys, they finally gave birth to Chu Lanyue, their only girl.

Since Chu Lanyue was born, she has been the little darling that her parents and brothers competed to spoil. The girl who grew up with love and kindness has become the simple, lovable and good-tempered girl she is today.

But such a soft and sweet little girl, who was loved by everyone, died this spring and remained in her youth forever.

And the culprit is.

Feng Qiwu...

Wen Ranyan paused slightly as she was eating, and her eyes were covered with a layer of incomprehensible mist.

Since then, Lord Chu's family and Feng Qiwu have been at loggerheads with each other, fighting back and forth until one side dies.

In order to avenge their sister, the two brothers died tragically one after another, without even a complete body left.

Lord Chu had developed a chronic illness when he protected the late emperor from an attack. After the loss of his beloved daughter and son, his old illness relapsed, and he died with hatred in his heart before he could even see a doctor.

His wife cried until her tears ran dry and her eyes went blind. She committed suicide in the moat, holding the tablets of her beloved daughter, son and husband, hoping that her shed blood would open the eyes of the Eternal Heaven and severely punish Feng Qiwu, the unforgivable and cruel thief.

This fierce fight indeed caused Feng Qiwu to suffer heavy losses. As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. Feng Zhuyue was the oriole that took advantage of the mantis's misfortune.

Thinking of this, Wen Ranyan looked at Chu Lanyue calmly again.

The little girl held the raisins in her hands and ate them with great satisfaction, unable to stop eating.

Why would Feng Qiwu want to kill such a little girl and offend Lord Chu's family for no reason?

This account is a mess no matter how you calculate it, and it doesn't seem like his work at all. Based on Feng Qiwu's strategy and intelligence, he would not have made such a bad move. He could even patiently test the spies in his home and raise them carefully, so how could he not tolerate a little girl?

This is obviously a frame-up, the purpose of which is to sit back and watch the fight between two tigers and reap the benefits.

I wonder if this was the work of Feng Zhuyue or the current emperor?

Or maybe, it's both?

Counting the dates, it seems that Chu Lanyue died at this spring banquet.

Wen Ranyan leaned sideways, like a drunken beauty lying on the couch, her every move was lazy and leisurely. Such troublesome matters had nothing to do with her, but she just liked to stir up troubles and muddy the waters, which was very bad.

Everyone is united in fighting Feng Qiwu. How can such an overwhelming situation be as interesting and fun as recognizing the enemy and the conflict between the ruler and his subjects?

We can't let the little mice in the gutter take away all the good things. Of course, a hundred flowers must bloom, and the more chaotic the better.

The fact that she is still alive today proves that the water can be thoroughly muddied.

Wen Ranyan nibbled on the sweet and sour raisins, her eyes sparkling with charm and a hint of evil and cunning as if she was about to do something bad.

The morning air was still somewhat cool and refreshing, but after sitting for so long, I felt hot.

The sun shone obliquely, and the mottled and crystal light fell on the crabapple flowers like blood. Even the birds flapping their wings in the woods seemed to have a more ferocious look for no reason. The spring breeze blew by, and although there was a heat wave, it made people feel cold all over.

Wen Ranyan looked around calmly, her smile still lingering.

The storm is coming. This is...

At this time, a woman dressed as a maid came over.

She looked around and saw that no one was looking at her, so she quietly stuffed a handkerchief into Shen Zhixiang's hand. After giving her hints, she said, "Miss Shen, someone is waiting for you in the backyard room."

Shen Zhixiang clutched the handkerchief, perhaps knowing who had sent it, and a hint of annoyance and disgust appeared between her brows.

She lowered her eyes and said in a bad tone: "Do we have to go now?"

The maid nodded: "Yes, Miss Shen, please don't embarrass me."

Even though she was unhappy, Shen Zhixiang still stood up and said goodbye to them before leaving: "Someone is looking for me. I'll be back soon."

Wen Ranyan smiled and watched her leave.

After Shen Zhixiang walked away, Chu Lanyue pouted her lips with a hint of anger on her face, "It must be Feng Zhuyue who came to visit again."

Although she was naive, she was not a fool. Even when she was angry, she only spoke in a voice that the two of them could hear.

"He's always pestering Sister Shen, which is really annoying." Chu Lanyue was so angry that she could only vent her anger by pulling her embroidered belt.

Wen Ranyan looked at her, her curiosity aroused. She said, "Everyone in the capital knows that Miss Shen and the King of Nanyang are a perfect match. But now you dislike him so much. Is there something wrong with the King of Nanyang's character?"