May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

Therefore, Wen Yuanshu was in a fairly good mood.

Lu Chengyuan's response was the complete opposite: "You really aren't asking me to go?"

Wen Yuanshu glanced at him, her attitude resolute.

After all, if Lu Chengyuan really followed along, it would be like admitting something, which would be a bit... embarrassing.

Seeing this, Lu Chengyuan could only sigh and say nothing more.

After getting ready, Wen Yuanshu took Chunhua and left, leaving Lu Chengyuan, who looked resentful, at home. The two of them then excitedly boarded a carriage and headed towards Linjiang Tower.

Linjiang Tower was not originally built by the river, but was just nearby. However, in order to make this a big deal, the owner of Linjiang Tower went to great lengths to expand the scale of the tower and even built a large terrace on the third floor that extended directly onto the river.

Although Linjianglou has to spend a lot of extra money every month to maintain this terrace, the reputation and money that this terrace brings to Linjianglou far outweigh the money they spend.

Today, Linjiang Tower is famous throughout the entire Great Zhao Dynasty. Many people traveling from the south to the north pass through the capital. They may skip other places, but they absolutely must come and see Linjiang Tower.

When Wen Yuanshu arrived, it was lunchtime. Linjiang Tower was bustling with activity. The courtyard was completely occupied by carriages and horses, and the guests were drinking and chatting, enjoying themselves to the fullest.

As soon as Wen Yuanshu and Chunhua appeared, a waiter came to greet them. After the two explained their purpose, the waiter led them up to the third floor.

"Using our terrace for a day is no small price to pay. That young master is certainly generous! The young lady is truly fortunate to have such an eye!"

Pushing open the door, a biting river wind swept in, sharp as a knife, causing Wen Yuanshu to squint.

The river wind howled on the terrace, so the owner didn't put up any decorations, making the view even more expansive. Walking to the railing, you could see the surging river below and hear its roaring roar, which stirred your heart.

"Wow--"

Chunhua couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The last time they visited Linjiang Tower was when they had just arrived in the capital.

Back then, Linjiang Tower wasn't such a grand affair.

Wen Yuanshu was also stunned by the magnificent river view before her.

However, after regaining her senses, she looked around but did not see Wen Qinglan.

At this moment, Chunhua also noticed something was wrong: "Huh? Where's Cousin? Didn't she arrive first?"

"Could it be downstairs?"

That’s not right either.

She told the waiter that a young master named Shen Shilin had reserved a table here in advance, and that's why the waiter brought them here.

The waiter shouldn't lead us astray.

Wen Yuanshu shook her head and said, "Perhaps they have other things to attend to for the time being."

With that, she took Chunhua and started walking along the railing.

Anyway, judging from what the waiter said, it seemed that young master Shen had booked the terrace. In that case, there was nothing wrong with them walking around up there.

The railings here are made of thick materials, and the handrails are wide enough for people to sit on, giving people a strong sense of security.

Walking on the surging river, you can even feel the vibrations of the water lapping against the surface—it's a truly novel experience.

"This terrace is quite large."

"Yes."

Strolling leisurely along the railing, Wen Yuanshu suddenly stopped in her tracks after turning a corner.

Around the corner, there's a small area with several round tables, seemingly a place specifically for dining, and a screen has been set up.

A group of burly men sat around a round table. A rough count revealed that there were more than ten of them, and each of them carried a weapon.

From the moment she appeared, their eyes were fixed on her, their smiles particularly sinister.

Like a hunter who has been waiting for a long time, finally seeing his prey walk into the trap.

Wen Qinglan is here too.

She was bound tightly, her mouth gagged, and placed on the railing. Her clothes were disheveled, and it was clear that she had struggled quite a bit.

The young man, who looked somewhat noble, stood in front of her; it was hard to tell whether he was protecting her or coercing her.