Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

Rong Zhiyu looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of grievance and unease: "Brother Mu, if I didn't do this, how could Auntie forgive me so easily? I just wanted to be by your side as soon as possible."

As she spoke, she gently leaned on his shoulder. The burning sensation on the back of her hand had not yet subsided, but she knew that she had made the right move today.

Although Lin Yiwan didn't agree to shorten the deadline, she also stopped being cold and sarcastic towards her. As long as she found another opportunity, she wouldn't have trouble winning over this Lady Hou's heart.

Zhan Mu held her, his heart melting into a pool of water. He couldn't bear to blame her anymore, and whispered, "Silly girl, don't ever wrong yourself like this again. I'm here, I'll always protect you."

Rong Zhiyu nestled in his arms, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.

What she wanted was never just his protection.

What she wanted was the position of the young mistress of the Marquis of Zhan's mansion, a status that no one could match.

This cup of apology tea today is merely her first step into this Marquis's mansion.

Before long, the physician came to examine Rong Zhiyu. Looking at the burn on the back of her hand, he shook his head repeatedly and advised, "Miss, this injury needs to be carefully cared for. How can you get it in hot water again? You must be careful in the future and never be so reckless again."

Rong Zhiyu obediently agreed, her eyes filled with dependence as she looked at Zhan Mu.

Looking at her reddened hand, Zhan Mu felt a pang of heartache, and his previous resentment towards Lin Yiwan vanished. He only thought about persuading his mother as soon as possible to allow Zhiyu to enter the manor, so that she could feel at ease.

Little did he know that he had already fallen into Rong Zhiyu's carefully woven web of love.

Lin Yiwan, sitting upright in the main courtyard, gazed at the drifting clouds outside the window, her fingertips lightly tapping the table, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

Rong Zhiyu is very eager to enter the Zhanyi Marquis's mansion. If she really wants to help Zhan Mu, that's fine, but if she has any cunning intentions, she will never let her go.

Before long, Zi'er entered the house covered in snow.

She spoke urgently: "Madam, although there is no news from Jiangnan, there has been great progress in the capital. Can you guess how the young master found out that Rong Zhiyu left the Marquis's residence?"

Lin Yiwan quickly asked, "Who is it?"

Zi'er whispered in her ear, "Wei Kun, the deputy head eunuch of the Imperial Laundry Department, sent someone to find the heir!"

Lin Yiwan immediately frowned. It seemed that Rong Zhiyu was not alone in the capital. She actually had contact with the eunuchs in the palace.

She quickly ordered, "Prepare the car, I need to go to Red Leaf Street to see Wei Kun!"

Lin Yiwan led Zi'er to the street, walked slowly to the front of the Wei residence, and raised her hand to knock on the door.

A short while later, the door creaked open.

Wei Kun stood inside the door, wearing a worn-out blue cloth shirt, his face pale.

When he saw Lin Yiwan's attire, his pupils contracted sharply, but he quickly composed himself, cupped his hands, and said, "I was unaware of Madam Hou's arrival. This servant has failed to greet you properly."

Lin Yiwan ignored his polite formalities and strode straight in, her sharp gaze sweeping across the room. The furnishings were exquisite; it was clear that Wei Kun knew how to enjoy life.

Lin Yiwan sat down in the chair and got straight to the point, "Eunuch Wei, there's no need to play dumb. I'm not here for idle chatter, but to ask someone."

Wei Kun stood to the side with his hands hanging down, his back slightly hunched, his tone humble yet somewhat distant: "Madam Hou is joking. This servant is just an insignificant eunuch. What could I possibly know that would warrant Madam Hou making this trip in person?"

Lin Yiwan sneered, raised her hand and took out a jade pendant from her sleeve. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Eunuch Wei, do you recognize this?"

Wei Kun was flustered, but he remained calm on the surface.

He asked blankly, "I see the character 'war' written on it. Could this be the jade pendant of Marquis Zhanyi?"

Lin Yiwan interrupted without hesitation: "Stop pretending to be stupid. Didn't you send someone to deliver this jade pendant to my son Zhan Mu a few days ago? Wei Kun, who gave you the audacity to try and play tricks on me?"

Wei Kun shuddered and quickly knelt on the ground, saying, "Madam, please calm down. Is there some misunderstanding? This servant is truly innocent!"

A murderous glint flashed in Lin Yiwan's eyes. She took out a porcelain bottle and said, "Wei Kun, this contains poison that can rip through your intestines. If you're willing to swallow it, I'll believe you!"

Wei Kun frowned, and cold sweat suddenly dripped down his forehead.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is Madam Hou? Why are you forcing this servant like this? If you want this servant dead, just say so!"

Lin Yiwan shook her head: "No, I never kill innocent people indiscriminately. Only those who have made mistakes must die!"

A fierce struggle flashed in Wei Kun's eyes, and he suddenly grabbed the poison bottle.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Since the Lady of the Marquis wants me dead, I will have no objection. But I swear, I never sent anyone to deliver this jade pendant to Prince Mu!"

He opened the bottle and poured all the brown pills inside into his mouth.

Bitterness contorted his face, and he lay on the ground, looking utterly despondent and resigned to his fate.

After a long while, excruciating pain began to spread in his abdomen.

He curled up, looking disheveled.

Lin Yiwan stared down at him condescendingly: "Wei Kun, why bother? Just tell me the truth, and I'll give you a quick death right now!"

Wei Kun shook his head with difficulty: "This servant has never concealed anything from Madam Hou. This servant is innocent. This servant will prove his innocence with his death!"

Lin Yiwan smiled, her eyes narrowing: "This is interesting. Since you're so protective of her, her status must be very important, right?"

Wei Kun was stunned. He asked incredulously, "Madam Hou, what do you mean? Who is 'she'?"

Lin Yiwan slowly said, "Rong Zhiyu, you're protecting her, so you'd rather die than reveal any clues about her. An ordinary person would probably have been fooled by you, but I won't, because I'm smart!"

She walked around the room and actually found something.

She saw a painting depicting an eagle soaring with outstretched wings.

Her expression changed drastically. Wasn't this the same painting she had seen in the Heavenly Mandate Hall of Li Kingdom? Could Wei Kun be a spy sent by Min De to the Sheng Dynasty?

Thinking of this, she turned her head, reached out and grabbed Wei Kun by the neck, demanding, "Are you a spy sent by the Heavenly Mandate Palace of the Li Kingdom?"

Wei Kun was barely breathing at this point, and black blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He murmured in a trembling voice, "It is destiny's will, my mission is over, I must go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his head lolled to the side, and he was completely lifeless.

"Someone come here!" Lin Yiwan shouted sharply, and Zi'er immediately pushed the door open and entered.

She pointed to the corpse on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Drag him away and dispose of him properly. Don't let a word of this leak out."

Zi'er obeyed the order and quickly carried Wei Kun's body away. The room instantly returned to deathly silence, leaving only the painting of an eagle spread out on the table, its dark eagle eyes seemingly silently observing everything.