It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

Zheng Chengyan's expression became increasingly gloomy, with mixed feelings in his heart. Finally, he could only turn around unwillingly until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

As soon as Zheng Chengyan disappeared, Yun Yi and Si Qi gathered around Su Wanyu as if relieved. Their faces were full of anxiety and concern: "Miss, did Guo hurt you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Su Wanyu forced a smile and shook her head gently: "I'm fine, don't worry, I know what's going on."

Seeing this, Yun Yi's eyes could not help but turn red, tears welled up in her eyes, she said softly: "Miss, in the future, let us handle this kind of thing, don't take risks again."

Su Wanyu reached out her hand and gently wiped away the tears that were about to fall from Yun Yi's eyes. Her movements were gentle and full of love: "Don't worry, this scene today will not be in vain."

Yun Yi nodded sensibly.

Siqi carefully helped Su Wanyu clean the blood stains on her dress, and then carefully supported her and walked slowly towards Jiaoyang Courtyard.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting patches of light on them.

Although the conflict only occurred between Zheng Chengyan and Su Wanyu, the news quickly spread to every corner of the capital.

On the streets and alleys, in teahouses and taverns, among vendors, scholars and common people, everyone was talking about it, with all kinds of speculations and comments intertwined.

"The lady of the Marquis of Changping's mansion is so vicious. She actually wanted to kill her daughter-in-law just because she looked down on her family background." A vendor lowered his voice, his expression full of surprise.

"She is not worthy of the title 'Madam'. She has long been demoted to a concubine." A person nearby responded.

"That's right, she is just a concubine. Wasn't the second young master Zheng also born to a concubine?" another person echoed.

"Having said that, the second young master Zheng, who has read many books of sages, actually laid hands on his biological mother. Even if Guo had many faults, she was the one who gave birth to and raised him. Alas, it was truly a heinous crime!" An old man shook his head and sighed, his face full of grief.

"Filial piety is the most important virtue. Mr. Zheng's behavior shows that he has a bad character and is chilling." Another person sighed.

The literati and poets in the capital have always regarded etiquette, integrity, filial piety and friendship as the foundation of their lives.

Zheng Chengyan was once highly respected for his outstanding talent. Even though his romantic affair with Jiang Yingying damaged his reputation, most people regarded it as a common problem among talented and romantic men, and still had some tolerance and appreciation for him.

However, once the reputation of being "unfilial" spread, the attitudes of those literati who had once been on good terms with him and even regarded him as a confidant changed instantly. They picked up their pens and created hundreds of satirical poems overnight to express their condemnation and disgust for Zheng Chengyan's behavior.

In this storm of public opinion, Gu Linjun's figure was looming. He was just following Su Wanyu's wishes and pushing it forward secretly.

Upon learning of the development of the situation, he had no time to change his clothes, so he put on a moon-white suit, hurriedly got on the carriage, and headed straight for Zheng's Mansion.

When he approached the gate of Zheng's mansion, he suddenly changed his mind and ordered the coachman to park the carriage in a secluded place in the backyard.

The carriage slowly stopped outside the high wall, under a lush sycamore tree.

As the number of pedestrians gradually decreased, the driver quietly got off the carriage, swiftly climbed up the sycamore tree, and hid himself among the dense green leaves.

Gu Linjun was dressed in white, blending in with the shadows of the trees and was almost unnoticeable.

From this hidden angle, you can vaguely see a corner of Jiaoyang Courtyard, where the fragrance of osmanthus is everywhere, the open space on the side is surrounded by orchids, and a stone table is placed in the center.

Soon, Su Wanyu slowly walked out of the house and walked towards the stone table.

The spring breeze blew gently, ruffling her hair, and one side of her cheek looked particularly beautiful in the sunlight.

Her face was calm and there was a gentle smile on her lips.

Gu Linjun was leaning against the tree trunk, his frown gradually relaxing. Seeing that she was safe and sound, he felt an inexplicable comfort in his heart.

Guard Fang Qing quietly landed beside him and whispered, "Your Majesty, if you really care about Miss Su, I am willing to go and investigate to ensure her safety."

Gu Linjun waved his hand gently, his eyes never leaving Su Wanyu's figure, his eyes were deep: "Seeing her safe with my own eyes is enough for me. You are not allowed to enter the mansion without permission to disturb her. In the next few days, you arrange for people to wait outside the mansion. If anyone dares to hurt her, there is no need to report to me, I will deal with it directly."

Fang Qing obeyed the order respectfully, but then raised a tricky question: "What if Lord Zheng..."

Gu Linjun's expression returned to his usual dignity, and he said firmly: "Kill."

Fang Qing's eyes changed slightly when he heard this, and he was obviously surprised by this order: "Your Majesty, if we directly attack Lord Zheng, it may cause dissatisfaction among the court officials..."

Gu Linjun's eyes were fixed on the woman with a calm smile in the courtyard, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So what if he is dissatisfied? As long as he dares to hurt her, I will have my own way to make him pay the price and he will never be able to recover."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qing said no more. He bowed respectfully and stepped aside, ready to carry out the order.

Gu Linjun stayed on the tree for a short while, and after confirming Su Wanyu's safety, he quietly left, returned to the carriage, and disappeared into the night.

In the Jiaoyang Courtyard, Su Wanyu was sitting at a stone table, holding a stack of satirical poems written by literati against Zheng Chengyan, and reading them carefully page by page.

Her expression was sometimes solemn, and sometimes she showed a barely perceptible smile.

"It's really wonderful, especially this sentence, 'The son of the Zheng family, a white-eyed wolf with a heart as black as charcoal, deserves to be devoured by wild beasts'."

Yun Yi stood behind her, reading the poems and couldn't help laughing.

"Miss, there is also this one, please listen to it..."

They sat around a carved pear wood table, with elegant smoke rising from a celadon incense burner, and read several pages of the carefully bound poetry manuscripts in succession.

Siqi came over lightly, holding a freshly brewed cup of Biluochun tea in her hand. The fragrance of the tea filled the air. She smiled and said, "If our second young master saw these poems, he would probably be so angry that his face would turn blue and he would be bedridden for several days."

Su Wanyu gently flipped through the manuscript, her eyes gentle but deep: "These are just appetizers. In the future, he will have plenty of opportunities to taste the true heartache, which is the real 'meal'."

After she finished speaking, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Siqi understood what he meant and gently put down the teapot in her hand. She stood side by side with Yunyi, and the two browsed through the poetry collections together, occasionally exchanging a tacit look.

Just as the three of them were immersed in the world of poetry, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. Then, Liu'er hurriedly ran into the yard, her eyes were red and tears were flashing in her eyes, making her look particularly charming.

"Second Young Madam!" She grabbed Su Wanyu's arm and looked her up and down, her eyes full of worry.