Sir Song, do you want to pledge yourself to me?

Song Jinbai felt bad, but he still tried his best to comfort Ji Nuan: "Don't worry, I'm also in the capital. I will pay more attention to Chen Yu."

"Then trouble you."

Ji Nuan noticed that Song Jinbai was still sitting steadily on her bed, and she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. So, she said tactfully: "It's so late, it's not convenient for you to stay here with me. Go back and rest if you have nothing to do."

Song Jinbai knew the impact was bad, and now that he had seen the person he wanted to see, he stood up and prepared to leave. As he left, he asked, "Do you have any oranges or watermelons left? I want to take some back."

"Okay." Ji Nuan chuckled and walked to the table. Under Song Jinbai's gaze, as if performing magic, she produced a basket of various fruits out of thin air.

When Song Jinbai left with the fruit, Ji Nuan saw him off to the door and reminded him, "Be careful on the road."

"Well, go back to sleep." Song Jinbai smiled and turned to leave.

Ji Nuan didn't know that her worries had quietly come true. This time, she was the one who really implicated Chen Yu.

After Wen Jieda received Ji Nuan's "hospitality" in Changyin Pavilion, his wrist was swollen like a steamed bun. He hurriedly took two followers to a familiar clinic.

In the clinic, he endured the pain and let the doctor reattach his dislocated hand, but the anger in his heart was like a wildfire, burning more and more fiercely.

As the eldest son of the Wen family, the future head of the family, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? He had to find someone to vent his anger on, no matter what!

His trusted follower, Achang, had been flattered and pampered since he joined Wen Jida's side, and had become accustomed to taking advantage of the situation. But today, he was dealt a heavy blow by Ji Nuan, and he gnashed his teeth in hatred towards her, eager to settle the score with her immediately.

Seeing his eldest son's eyes red with anger, Ah Chang began to think of a bad idea. He approached Wen Jida and whispered, "Eldest son, although we don't know who that pretty boy is, we can teach the young master of the Chen family who is with him a lesson and let him know how powerful you are."

Wen Jida's anger subsided slightly after hearing this, but there was still a flicker of anger in his eyes. But he wasn't one to use his brain. Usually, when he was dealing with those he didn't like, it was Achang who would come up with solutions for him. So, he urged, "If you have any ideas, tell me now."

Ah Chang chuckled, a sinister glint in his eyes. He whispered, "Master Chen and his caravan will be passing through Qingyun County in the next two days. The eldest son just needs to pass a message to Master Xu..." He smiled wickedly, "Hehe, by then, the entire Chen family will be in the hands of these two masters, right?"

When Wen Jida heard this, the gloom on his face disappeared, replaced by pride and ecstasy. He patted Achang on the shoulder and laughed heartily: "Achang, you are worthy of being a boy, so vicious! I like you! When this is done, I will definitely benefit from you!"

It was also because of their calculations that the two people who had been lurking in the Xu Mansion for a month finally caught the evidence of collusion between the Xu family and the bandits. However, that is a story for later.

At noon the next day, the whole of Taohua Village was bustling with activity. The villagers came out of their homes and gathered together to discuss the matter, because Song Qiuniang, who had run away from her marriage and taken away all the family money some time ago, had unexpectedly returned at this time.

Song Qiuniang was sitting in a gorgeous carriage, which slowly stopped at the entrance of the village. She got out of the carriage with two maids, dressed in silk, satin and jewels.

Uncle Zhou and several villagers on the ox cart, who were also at the village entrance, stared blankly at the approaching Song Qiuniang, almost unable to believe their eyes. She was completely different from the gray-faced village girl from before.

Song Qiuniang walked gracefully to the ox cart and greeted Uncle Zhou with a smile: "Uncle Zhou, are you preparing to go into the city?"

Uncle Zhou's eyes widened as he pointed at the completely changed Song Qiuniang and asked in surprise, "You are...you are the girl from Shuanzi's family?"

Song Qiu and Song Qiuniang nodded with a smile, adjusting the gold hairpin on their head, "Yes, Uncle Zhou, I am Qiuniang."

The aunts on the ox cart pricked up their ears to listen, looked in the direction of her movements, and couldn't help but be amazed.

Song Qiuniang was seen wearing two large rings on her fingers, dazzling golden bracelets around her wrists, and several different hairpins on her hair. At first glance, she looked very wealthy.

"Oh my, Qiuniang is married now? Her husband's family must be rich, right? Look at what she's wearing, they're all valuable." An aunt jumped out of the car and looked Song Qiuniang up and down.

"Is it really Qiu Niang? She is already pretty, and after dressing up like this, she looks just like the fairy in the opera!" Another aunt praised, her eyes full of envy.

Another aunt went on to say, "That's great! You're going to marry into a wealthy family and become the wife. Your parents and brothers will all enjoy the good life with you!"

Song Qiuniang was very proud when she heard what her aunts said. She enjoyed everyone's envious eyes, as if she was the most dazzling person in the village.

She was finally going to surpass Ji Nuan. The woman who had once made her jealous was now insignificant in her eyes.

It was worth all her efforts to please the eldest master. Not only did he buy her so many gorgeous jewelry, but he also agreed to let her go home to visit her family for a day. She came back to show the villagers her wealth and status, to let them know that she was no longer the village girl she used to be. She also wanted to let Ji Nuan see that she was living a good life now.

Song Qiuniang smiled proudly and said sweetly, "Aunts, you are joking. I am living a good life, so I will naturally be filial to my parents. I won't delay you from going to the city. I will go home to see my parents first."

"Okay, go home quickly, your parents will be so happy!" the aunts echoed.

Song Qiuniang then led her people home with a smile on her face. She stopped to greet and chat with everyone she saw, as if she was afraid that no one would notice her. She paraded all the way to the old Song family. No one noticed that the maid behind her had her head down, with a look of contempt on her face.

News spread quickly in the village. Even without leaving her house, Ji Nuan heard about Song Qiuniang's return with all her wealth. She thought to herself that Song Qiuniang had finally returned with such pride that she would definitely not miss the opportunity to show off in front of her.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, Song Qiuniang appeared in front of Ji Nuan. She ignored the maid's attempts to stop her and walked straight into the Ji family's yard as if she were walking into her own home.

"Nuannuan, I'm back. I didn't expect your family moved here. I just went to the old house to look for you." Song Qiuniang pretended to be a loving sister and wanted to hold Ji Nuan's arm, but Ji Nuan avoided her without a word.

Ji Nuan looked at her and asked calmly, "Do you have something to talk to me about?"

"We are good sisters. Of course I have to come to see you when I come back so that you can rest assured. I am living a good life now." When she said this, Song Qiuniang's face was not without pride.

"Oh? You're living so well, but you come to visit your good sister but come back empty-handed?" Ji Nuan said sarcastically, causing Song Qiuniang's expression to change slightly.