Remarrying Chun Yuan

Lin Mengyu was shocked and stunned; she couldn't understand what Zhang Zhitong was trying to do!

Yuan Cuo, however, seemed to have expected this. After his initial shock, he calmed down and asked her very seriously, "Do you want to marry this person?"

This is what Liu Yuechu most wants to know.

That's something he needs to know.

Lin Mengyu hadn't expected him to ask that. After a moment's hesitation, she shook her head frantically, "No, I really don't want to marry this person!"

I didn't want to before, and I want to even less now.

Lin Mengyu wasn't stupid; she only needed to think carefully to figure out what Zhang Zhitong was up to.

Yesterday, she also heard her elder brother say that a relative of the Zhang family was a potential top scholar this year, and he lamented that Yuan Cuo was born at the wrong time, having to participate in this year's imperial examination...

She didn't quite understand those literary words, but she knew that the current turmoil among scholars wasn't so simple; it was a deliberate attempt to take down Yuan Cuo, a person favored by both the Imperial Academy and Master Zhuang.

Now that two more inexplicable letters have arrived, what else doesn't she understand?

This is clearly using her as a pawn to bring Yuan Cuo down, deliberately embarrassing her and leaving her with no way out but to obediently marry him and be at his mercy.

Seeing her firm answer, Yuan Cuo breathed a sigh of relief. "If she doesn't want to get married, that makes things easier."

"Huh? What's easy to do? What do we do now?" Lin Mengyu pretended to be calm, but her bruised and embarrassed face betrayed her true feelings.

If Zhang Zhitong were to rush in now, she and Yuan Cuo would be completely unable to clear their names.

These two slips of paper in my hand are completely insufficient to prove anything. Trying to prove my innocence in front of the person who set this up is wishful thinking.

Seeing her eagerness, Yuan Cuo changed the knocking outside to banging on the door.

He snapped his fingers into the distance, and Lin Mengyu felt a sudden gust of cold wind blow up, completely unaware of what was happening.

The knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

Then came a series of hurried footsteps and shouts, "Where is everyone? Where did they go?"

Just as Lin Mengyu was about to peek through the door, she felt a chill behind her.

With a loud crash, the heavy object fell to the ground.

She turned her head and found that Zhang Zhitong had fainted on the ground, and Hou Lai was next to him, holding his arm.

"Hou, Hou, Hou..." she stammered, trying to scream, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets!

Although she knew he was Yuan Cuo's servant, she had no idea that he could scale walls and roofs, and that he had this skill.

"Take Miss Lin home first, then deal with this person." Yuan Cuo didn't want her to make a fuss and alert the enemy. If Hou Lai hadn't covered her mouth in time, the whole street would have been woken up by her shouting!

Hou Lai moved his hand away, only to be bitten painfully by her.

Lin Mengyu regained his senses and swallowed hard. "What do you plan to do with him?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Since you're planning not to get married anyway, I'll help you find a reason why you can't get married?" Yuan Cuo's words were also tinged with a sense of probing.

Lin Mengyu hissed, "Throw him into a brothel, preferably with some aphrodisiac, so the whole city knows, and make him look even worse, so my parents feel ashamed to say another word!"

In her parents' minds, the courtesans and entertainers in brothels were not enough. They might even use the excuse that "which man isn't a womanizer" to brush it off, thinking that as long as Zhang Zhitong knelt down and kowtowed a few times and said a few words, the matter would be over.

But the brothel is different.

That's a person's dignity, especially the kind that would make him... never be able to hold his head up again.

Yuan Cuo stared at her blankly. This was more than just not wanting to marry; it was wanting to kill Zhang Zhitong outright.

Hou Laidu couldn't help but shudder. "Women are ruthless."

He hoisted Zhang Zhitong onto his back shoulder and headed out the back door, not forgetting to call Lin Mengyu over, "Your request is a bit time-consuming, so we can't come back to deal with it. You'll have to come with me..."

Lin Mengyu nodded repeatedly and then left with Hou Lai.

Yuan Cuo cleaned the courtyard precisely on time, and less than a quarter of an hour later, a patrolman kicked the door open.

But those two kicks were completely unnecessary, because everyone had already left, and only Yuan Cuo, who was pretending to have just woken up, came out of the house.

What fugitive are you looking to capture?

"Otherwise, why not kick the door down?"

"If there's no search warrant, please compensate us for the repair costs. The bookstore is small and doesn't make much money, but these two rosewood doors are worth a fortune..."

Yuan Cuo retaliated, but the inspectors couldn't find any fault with him.

They glared at the Zhang family servant with amusement, but who was there? And why would they need to catch someone in the act of adultery?

"Perhaps it's hidden? Officials, you'd better search carefully!" The servant dared not step forward, fearing something was amiss.

Zhang Zhitong just disappeared inexplicably, just like a gust of cool wind.

The feeling was so intense, even in the middle of summer, that it chilled him to the bone, reaching the very roots of his neck.

After much deliberation, the inspector still pushed open Yuan Cuo and forcibly searched the place.

I searched three or four times, but still found nothing.

Yuan Cuo sat to one side, already dressed neatly, as if he was just waiting to beat the petition drum at dawn, and then go to the yamen to ask for compensation for the gate...

The inspectors have completely gone mad.

Why couldn't you stop yourself? You could have just knocked on the door, why did you have to kick it?

“Young Master Yuan, it might be a misunderstanding…” When money is involved, even the most powerful inspector will have to bow his head.

But Yuan Cuo had no intention of letting it go. "It's late at night, and it's not good to go looking for people everywhere. Why don't you stay and have a cup of tea, and then go to the yamen together in the morning?"

"Besides, there's really no need for the government to pay this money. You officials were just helping to find the person, so whoever you helped should naturally pay for it..."

The patrolmen immediately looked at the Zhang family's servants; they were indeed there to help find Zhang Zhitong!

The servant shuddered. "We still haven't found him! Sirs, we can't just let this go. What if something happens to my master? That would be the death of me!"

"If you want to find someone, you can, but first you have to pay back the money for the bookstore's premises." The inspectors wouldn't act until they saw something.

They've already said no, do you still expect them to find someone?

The servant was on the verge of tears; where would he get the money?

"Rest assured, gentlemen, my young master will reward you handsomely once he finds it!"

"No need for a generous reward, just pay the gate fee." The inspectors would naturally shirk all responsibility and would never get involved in this mess.

Yuan Cuo had already written an IOU. "If the officials don't want to stay any longer, then sign it and put your fingerprint on it?"

The inspectors picked up the IOU and breathed a sigh of relief, because Yuan Cuo had shifted all the blame to the Zhang family, posing no threat to them.

They signed and pressed their fingerprints, and even forced Zhang's servant to sign as well.

"My lord, where have you been?!" The Zhang family servant stared at the cinnabar color, which was particularly glaring.

Yuan Cuo took the IOU, let it dry in the wind, folded it, and put it away.

"Then I won't keep you all here? I was planning to sleep in the bookstore for the night, but now that it's closed, it's really not safe, so I have to go home." He didn't wait for them to leave, but instead strode away first.