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

She spoke coldly, "You really don't know Wei Kun? Without his help, how could my Yu'er's jade pendant have been delivered to the palace?"

Rong Zhiyu's face paled, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "I had someone else deliver it!"

Lin Yiwan was too lazy to waste words with her. She looked at Zhan Mu and said, "Mu'er, I suspected her identity before, but I have never been able to get any concrete evidence. You should know very well that with the intelligence network of our Zhan Yi Marquis's Mansion, what kind of background can't we find out?"

Zhan Mu's rationality gradually returned. Yes, in this world, how can one erase traces so cleanly?

Unless, it was premeditated!

He stared blankly at Rong Zhiyu: "You, who exactly are you?"

Rong Zhiyu's face was filled with sorrow. She shook her head in disappointment: "Brother Mu, in the end, I still can't stand up to your mother? You believe whatever she says. If she makes up a story for me, and your Zhanyi Marquis's mansion can control everything, what can I, an orphan, do?"

She smiled sadly: "I was orphaned at a young age. When I was in Jiangnan, I was taken in by a nun. When I grew up, she died of illness. There is evidence to prove all of this. Since I met you, my heart has been tied to you. If there is any fault, it is mine. I shouldn't have risked my life to save you and made you take responsibility for me!"

His words were so sincere and heartfelt that they moved all the old women present to pity.

Even Zhan Mu's brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of wavering flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Lin Yiwan: "Mother, have you really misunderstood Zhiyu?"

Lin Yiwan snorted coldly: "Mu'er, don't be fooled by her sweet words anymore. She is not without parents. She has an older brother named Rong Jue, who is the Grand Protector of the Heavenly Mandate Hall of Li Kingdom!"

Rong Zhiyu was shocked; she hadn't expected Lin Yiwan to have even found out this.

The grief on her face froze instantly, all color draining from her face. For the first time, genuine panic surfaced in her reddened eyes. She opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a sound.

Upon hearing this, Zhan Mu's pupils constricted sharply, and he turned abruptly to look at Rong Zhiyu, his voice filled with disbelief and astonishment: "Rong Jue? The Grand Protector of the Heavenly Mandate Hall of Li Kingdom? Zhiyu, is what Mother said true?"

Rong Zhiyu retorted without hesitation: "It's not true. I don't know Rong Jue at all. This is all your mother Lin Yiwan's doing. She deliberately framed me to stop me from marrying you!"

Lin Yiwan smiled with narrowed eyes: "Rong Zhiyu, these are all things that Wei Kun said himself. Moreover, I also found a secret letter and portrait that your brother sent to him half a year ago in his house. It clearly states that my sister has arrived in the capital and you must help her ascend to a high position!"

She pulled a portrait from under her pillow and handed it to Zhan Mu: "Look, who else could it be but Rong Zhiyu?"

Zhan Mu looked closely and confirmed that it was indeed Rong Zhiyu.

He gripped the portrait tightly, his eyes instantly turning a terrifying red.

He murmured hoarsely, "Rong Zhiyu, now that the evidence is irrefutable, do you still want to deny it? So you are the spy of the Heavenly Mandate Palace of Li Kingdom!"

The moment the portrait appeared, Rong Zhiyu knew that he could no longer stay in the Marquis of Zhanyi's mansion.

Without hesitation, she suddenly drew a sharp dagger and lunged at Zhan Mu.

Zhan Mu was on guard and she caught him red-handed.

Rong Zhiyu, his face contorted with rage, roared, "All of you, step back and let me leave, or I'll slit his throat right now!"

She was filled with hatred, and before she could finish speaking, she had already slashed Zhan Mu's skin with the sharp blade.

Blood flowed down the tip of the knife, staining his blue clothes red.

Lin Yiwan frowned and said, "Rong Zhiyu, you used my son as a hostage. I will not kill you now, but the Zhanyi Marquis's Mansion will never let you go!"

Rong Zhiyu's face was full of mockery: "Lin Yiwan, your Zhanyi Marquis's Mansion killed my brother and destroyed the Heavenly Mandate Palace. The blood feud between us is irreconcilable!"

After saying that, she dragged Zhan Mu and quickly walked outside.

Zi'er asked worriedly, "Madam, aren't we going to pursue them?"

Lin Yiwan shook her head: "It's no use. This woman is cunning. If she finds out we're following her, she'll hurt Amu!"

She could tell that Rong Zhiyu was ruthless, and if she rashly followed her, she might really slit Zhan Mu's throat.

She can't take the risk!

Rong Zhiyu took Zhan Mu away from the Zhanyi Marquis's residence and headed straight for her small courtyard in the suburbs of the capital.

Zhan Mu remained silent the entire way; he was already disheartened.

Once inside, Rong Zhiyu reached out to touch his wound and asked with concern, "Brother Mu, does it hurt?"

Zhan Mu coldly dodged the question: "No need for Miss Rong's trouble. Do you want me to die or live?"

Tears welled up in Rong Zhiyu's eyes and she cried as she questioned, "Does it have to be like this between us? Even if I really am Rong Jue's biological sister, my feelings for you are real, and my willingness to risk my life to save you is also real!"

She suddenly ripped open her clothes, revealing the still-healing scar on her shoulder.

A resolute glint flashed in Zhan Mu's eyes. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and plunged the dagger, which he hadn't yet put away, into his own shoulder.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Are you satisfied now? I owe you nothing anymore, Rong Zhiyu!"

Rong Zhiyu trembled violently as she watched him stagger away.

She clenched her fists and murmured, "Zhan Mu, you'll regret abandoning me. Just you wait, I'll make sure your entire Zhan Yi Marquisate is wiped out!"

Without Zhan Mu as a hostage, she naturally dared not linger in the courtyard any longer.

She quickly disguised herself and disappeared into the capital.

Zhan Mu was picked up by Lin Yiwan and put on the carriage. Even though his wounds were in great pain, he was still somewhat conscious.

He said apologetically, "Mother, I'm sorry. I misjudged people. I almost ruined the Marquis of Zhanyi's mansion. It's all my fault!"

Seeing his wound bleeding continuously, Lin Yiwan felt extremely distressed.

She gently comforted him, "Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? Everyone makes mistakes when they're young. It's not too late for you to wake up in time."

Inside the carriage, wound medicine and clean strips of cloth had already been prepared. Lin Yiwan carefully lifted the collar of Zhan Mu's clothes, and when she saw the deep, bone-revealing wound, her eyes couldn't help but redden.

The dagger stabbed deeply and fiercely, the blood soaking through his inner garment and sticking to his flesh. At the slightest touch, Zhan Mu groaned in pain, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Bear with it, let's stop the bleeding first." Lin Yiwan's voice trembled slightly. She gently wiped the blood around the wound with a clean handkerchief, her movements as delicate as if she were afraid of breaking some precious treasure.

Ling'er, who was accompanying him, quickly stepped forward and evenly sprinkled the wound medicine on the wound. The white powder sizzled and produced tiny bubbles as soon as it touched the blood. Zhan Mu gritted his teeth, his face as pale as paper, but he did not utter another cry of pain.

Looking at him like this, Lin Yiwan felt both heartache and anger.