Remarrying Chun Yuan

"I don't know what I said, it was all drunken ramblings. If you heard anything, please don't take it to heart." Feng Ling was scared; he had a feeling something was wrong.

What did he say to Liu Yuechu? What was he dissatisfied with? He couldn't remember what he said while drunk. He could only sigh in his heart that he had acted impulsively and that drunkenness was a terrible thing!

Li Shu had long lost her former innocent and naive nature; her face was now filled with hostility and malice.

She hates being fooled and deceived, especially by those money-grubbing, hypocritical people.

"A newly appointed Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) actually broke his word and arbitrarily denied what he had said."

"Perhaps I should tell you that my father is the Vice Minister of Rites. If I told him what you did today, guess what would happen?"

Feng Ling was terrified. Upon hearing the words "Vice Minister of Rites," his body trembled uncontrollably!

"I was just talking nonsense, I shouldn't have blurted it out..."

“I didn’t ask you to confess. I just wanted to know why you said those things about Liu Yuechu. I just wanted to have some fun.” Li Shu didn’t want to linger at the county government office and got into the carriage. “I’ll wait for you at Jingchun Tower. It’ll only take a quarter of an hour. Whether you come or not is up to you.”

She left those words and then told the driver to set off.

Feng Ling looked at Wang Quan'an, completely at a loss.

Wang Quan'an didn't dare to offend Li Shu. Regardless of whether Wei Gongming liked her or not, she was now the mistress of the Zhenning Marquis's mansion, and she was not a gentle bodhisattva who could be pampered at will; she had an exceptionally strong sense of pride in her bones.

“Looking at me won’t help. You have to decide what to do yourself,” Wang Quan’an said. “Actually, you have another option: curry favor with this mistress. If you want to be transferred out of the Surveying and Mapping Department, it will be very easy.”

“That Yuan Cuo doesn’t appreciate your talent, but Vice Minister Li cherishes talent like his own son…” Wang Quan’an had overheard most of his conversation with Wei Gongming. This Feng Ling is truly an honest man, wholeheartedly loyal to Yuan Cuo, only feeling that Liu Yuechu, a wicked woman, is ruining Yuan Cuo’s future.

Feng Ling swallowed hard and quickly made a decision.

He went straight to Jingchun Tower and stayed there for two hours before leaving.

……

At that very moment, Yuan Cuo was drinking with Yuwen Chan at home.

The two of them didn't say a word after they met, and just kept drinking from the jar.

This was the fifteenth round, and the two were still unwilling to admit defeat, neither willing to give up first.

Liu Yuechu sat to the side, bored out of her mind. She really couldn't understand the men's inexplicable competitive spirit.

"Alright, if you keep drinking, it'll be dawn!" She was getting quite impatient.

She had finally waited for Yuan Cuo to return, and she still had things to say. Besides, she had never seen Yuan Cuo drink so recklessly; it wouldn't be good if he got sick from drinking too much.

Liu Yuechan was also watching intently from the side.

She had already prepared the hangover medicine, but unfortunately, neither of them paid any attention to it. Liu Musheng, on the other hand, drank several bowls of it.

"Can't you guys say something? I'm dying of boredom all night!" Liu Musheng, knowing that Yuwen Chan had arrived at the Liu family, excitedly came over. He had originally wanted to try and impress a few of the Mongolian horses, but unfortunately, Yuwen Chan only had eyes for Yuan Cuo and completely ignored him.

Yuwen Chan glared at him contemptuously, which startled Liu Musheng so much that he quickly shut his mouth.

"Or should I go back first?" he asked Liu Yuechu.

Liu Yuechu rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't have come at all!"

Liu Musheng couldn't refute it. After all, in front of Yuwen Chan, he was as weak as a chicken, speaking tremblingly. But Yuan Cuo was also very weak, as thin as a bamboo pole. Where did all those jars of wine go? He hadn't even gone to the outhouse a few times!

"So, are you going back to Mongolia with him?" He quietly leaned closer to Liu Yuechu, his face full of gossip.

He had heard many rumors these past few days that his sister and brother-in-law were getting a divorce, and fearing a beating, he hadn't dared to ask her.

Now that the successors have arrived, it's clear they really want a divorce! Actually, he's quite reluctant to part with Yuan Cuo; his brother-in-law has been genuinely good to him.

Liu Yuechu nearly went blind from staring. "What kind of nonsense are you thinking about all day long!" She quickly grabbed a pastry and stuffed it into Liu Musheng's mouth!

Liu Musheng felt choked up and coughed for a long time. "Am I wrong? Otherwise, why would he rush to our house?"

"It is a tradition for the new suzerain to visit various countries!"

"There's no need to come at this time!"

After thinking about it carefully, Liu Yuechu realized that what he said made sense.

"We can't get a divorce, and we won't separate. Stop talking nonsense!"

Regardless of Yuwen Chan's purpose, her feelings for Yuan Cuo remained unchanged.

Seemingly having overheard the siblings' whispered conversation, Yuwen Chan and Yuan Cuo exchanged a glance and then put down their wine.

"I'll let you go today, we'll fight again tomorrow." Yuwen Chan sneered, pretending nothing was wrong, but a burp betrayed him; he almost vomited.

Yuan Cuo smiled and said, "I will naturally accept the sect leader's invitation. But when are you leaving the Liu family? How about the sect leader come with me to court tomorrow morning?"

"I'm not leaving, what can you do about it? You bullied her, and I'm worried about her, so I'll stay by her side to protect her." Yuwen Chan was very domineering.

“She is not as weak as you say. Go back and protect the women of your Meng Kingdom. Don’t waste your time on the women of Daqi.” Yuan Cuo said softly, looking at Liu Yuechu. Although he was stubborn, there was indeed a trace of guilt in his eyes.

After all, the story of Princess Fuyao has caused too many misunderstandings.

Seeing his drunken state, Liu Yuechu felt it was time to stop. "Why don't we call it a night? It's almost midnight. If you two aren't sleeping, we'd like to get some rest."

Yuwen Chan nodded slightly, stood up to leave, but stumbled two steps and almost fell.

Unwilling to admit defeat, he lunged at Liu Musheng, shouting, "Hold me up, don't fall!"

How could Liu Musheng withstand the weight of a two-meter-tall giant?

He only lasted a few seconds before his joints felt like they were about to fall apart. "Quick, someone help me! I'm being crushed to death..."

"No outsiders allowed to help, only you, only you!" Yuwen Chan pressed Liu Musheng down and strode away.

Liu Yuechu then looked at Yuan Cuo and waved her hand in front of him, "Are you really alright?"

"It's nothing." Yuan Cuo gritted his teeth.

Only after he was sure Yuwen Chan's figure had disappeared did he hurriedly run to the bathroom, saying, "Wife, wait for me a moment, it will be ready soon!"

……

"This is indeed my fault, and I never expected things to escalate to this point."

Yuan Cuo returned to his room and immediately apologized, "I also know that my wife wanted to see who intended to take advantage of the Liu family's misfortune, so I cooperated with you in putting on this show and didn't come home until now."

"But my wife knows me. I can't possibly have any ulterior motives, regardless of whether that person is Princess Fuyao or whether they have any connection to me."

Liu Yuechu showed no interest in these explanations. She stared at him for a long time before asking, "Do you want to sit in that position?"