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

The next morning, Wen Ranyan had just woken up from a hangover and felt a dull pain in his temple.

She had changed into clean clothes, but the smell of alcohol from yesterday seemed to still linger. She could always feel the smell of alcohol lingering at the tip of her nose every time she breathed, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Squeak—"

Sijin pushed the door open and walked in, holding a bowl of freshly brewed hangover tea in her hand.

"Madam, have a bowl of sobering tea first. You were very drunk last night." As she said this, she handed the sobering tea to Wen Ranyan.

Wen Ranyan took it, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. After drinking the bowl of sobering tea, her exhausted spirit seemed to be much better.

She drank a lot of wine last night. She didn't feel anything when she drank it, but she didn't expect the aftereffect to be so strong. The alcohol took effect in just a moment and made her drowsy.

"Where is my husband?" Wen Ranyan stood up and walked to the copper basin to wash her hands. She asked casually when she had time.

Sijin handed her a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and replied with a smile: "The envoy is going back to the Western Regions today, and the court officials are going to see him off. The master left early in the morning, so I think he will be back soon."

Perhaps thinking that she drank too much last night and would feel uncomfortable if she ate too much greasy food in the morning, she prepared some porridge and side dishes for her. Sijin took out the porridge and cold dishes, and considerately handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Wen Ranyan took the chopsticks and ate intermittently.

Perhaps she was in a good mood today, for she chose a light-colored dress for the first time ever. She pinned a pearl pear blossom hairpin on her bun, with long pearl tassels hanging down, and a light pear blossom blooming on the top, with a white jade core, which was exquisite and beautiful.

The light color diluted her charm. At this moment, she calmed down to drink her porridge. Her elegant profile was dissolved in the sunlight, and she unexpectedly gained a bit of delicate and pitiful flavor.

Sijin stared at it for a moment, and her fingers suddenly began to tremble slightly.

She was deceived by the lady's appearance.

But when I think about it carefully, I can't blame myself entirely. It's really that my wife's acting skills are so great that no one can detect any clues at all.

Wen Ranyan suddenly glanced to the side, paying attention to the expression on her face, and asked with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

The two looked at each other, and Si Jin immediately collected her thoughts and asked with a smile: "Madam, you are dressed so beautifully today, are you going out?"

Wen Ranyan put down the bowl of porridge and said slowly: "Miss Lanyue from Lord Chu's mansion invited me to the mountain villa to enjoy the flowers and scenery. I will finish this bowl of porridge and go there."

Sijin originally wanted to accompany her, but Wen Ranyan didn't need her, so she had to give up.

After filling his stomach, Wen Ranyan got on the carriage to the villa in the mountains.

The carriage was moving on the mountain road, shaking from time to time. Wen Ranyan opened the curtains, and the spring sunshine filtered through, as if a layer of bright light and splendor was falling on her body.

She felt too hot and was about to roll down the curtains when suddenly a cold wave as cold as ice came over her. The wind was rustling and the sounds of swords being unsheathed seemed to blend in with the wind.

The galloping horse seemed to sense the danger, and it kicked up its hooves wildly, looked up to the sky and howled, extremely irritable.

"Uu——"

The coachman outside the carriage tried to comfort him, but it was in vain.

At the moment of chaos, a small group of people rushed down the mountain. They held scimitars in their hands and looked ferocious. The leader was the envoy from the Western Regions who was supposed to go back to the Western Regions today but turned back.

The horse was frightened and neighed again.

After the bumpy ride, the pearl pear blossom hairpin on Wen Ranyan's hair was already in disarray, but even so, the smile on her face had not faded, and she was eerily calm and composed.

The sound of fighting outside the carriage stopped abruptly, and the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted.

A ball of dazzling light and shadow rushed in, and Wen Ranyan couldn't help but block it with her hands.

At that moment, a arrogant and sinister mocking voice swept into her ears: "Feng Qiwu is extremely arrogant. I will tie up his woman today. I want to see how arrogant he can be."

The Western Regions envoy stared at the woman sitting in the carriage.

His left ear had not yet fully healed, and at this moment the wound burst open, and bright red blood instantly seeped out of the snow-white wrapping cloth. He covered his aching left ear, and the hatred that surged into his heart seemed to drown Wen Ranyan.

Wen Ranyan stared at him without saying a word, as if she was frightened.

The Western Region envoy sneered and roughly pulled her off the carriage by her wrist, "Get off."

Wen Ranyan's wrist turned red after he pulled her, and the poisonous thread between her sleeves was faintly visible, full of murderous intent.

But in the blink of an eye, as if she had remembered something, the poisonous thread in her sleeves disappeared instantly, and there was no murderous intent in her clear eyes anymore, only panic that came from being aware of something belatedly.

Killing lives in Beilang seems a bit bad.

But if we leave Beilang and go to the desert...

Wen Ranyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and I don't know what flashed in her hazy eyes. She looked a little crazy, but after a moment, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. I felt pity for her.

"What on earth do you want to do? If my husband finds out, you will be in big trouble."

The Western Regions envoy laughed grimly, "You're going to have to bear the consequences? I'll just wait for Feng Qiwu to come and die, and then I'll chop him into pieces."

After saying this, he ordered his subordinates behind him: "Take this woman away."

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After welcoming and seeing off the envoy, Feng Qiwu immediately rode back home.

The spring sun was warm, but his rustling sleeves seemed stained with cold frost. He dismounted swiftly, his black hair brushing across his brows, his dark eyes as still as a wall, deep and unfathomable.

But when he walked towards Wen Ranyan's residence, the gloom in his eyes faded a little, and he looked a little gentler and more teasing.

She was drunk last night and should be awake by now.

Feng Qiwu walked across the long courtyard and through the corridor, and seeing that the door was closed, he pushed it open and went in.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Sijin trimming the pomegranate flowers under the stained glass window. As for Wen Ranyan, there was no trace of her.

"Where's Madame?"

Feng Qiwu asked as he lifted his robe, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Si Jin hurriedly stopped what she was doing and said respectfully, "In reply to the master, Miss Chu Lanyue of the Chu Marquis's Mansion invited Madam to go to the other courtyard in the mountains to enjoy the flowers and scenery. Madam had breakfast and went out to accept the invitation."

Feng Qiwu played with the teacup and sneered, "She is very busy. Sometimes it's Sister Shen, and sometimes it's Miss Chu Lanyue from the Marquis' Mansion. She never has a moment to rest."

Sijin couldn't figure out what he was thinking at the moment, so she just stood there and didn't dare to say anything.

The spring breeze blows by, and the room becomes cold and lonely.

Sijin looked at the man sitting on a round stool drinking tea, and felt a chill pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

Fortunately, Qi Jiuzhu came into the room to report, breaking the silence in the room.

"Master, I just received news that the groom who was taking Madam to the mountain villa had an accident on the way, and Madam is nowhere to be found."

"Clang-"

Feng Qiwu knocked over the teacup in his hand, soaking his sleeves instantly.

"Who did it?"

He raised his eyelids, and his cold gaze swept over Qi Jiuzhu, his voice filled with coldness and horror.