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

It's unclear what sad thing Wen Siyu was thinking about, but she took out her handkerchief and started wiping away tears: "Cousin, you were born into the womb of the legal wife, you don't know the hardships we concubines' children endure..."

After she finished speaking, Wen Yuanshu didn't react, but Wen Qinglan's hand quietly clenched into a fist.

A magnanimous spirit...

She did have a mother, but in return, Wen Qinglan's mother took advantage of her kindness!

“It’s not because of some trivial matter of jealousy,” Wen Yuanshu said calmly. “The Marquis has been executed for treason.”

"Huh?" Wen Siyu was stunned.

She thought it was just some trivial matter in the backyard, but she never imagined it was treason...

“Then my cousin was right to get a divorce,” Wen Siyu nodded, her eyes not a trace of tears. “Luckily, she didn’t involve my cousin!”

As she spoke, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Wen Yuanshu smiled but remained silent.

It seems that after so many years of not going back, there are quite a few interesting characters among the younger generation of the Wen family.

"Siyu, it's almost time, let's go back," Wen Qinglan said.

Wen Siyu remained silent, her gaze sweeping around the hall once more.

Although the general's mansion was not decorated much, Wen Yuanshu's courtyard contained quite a few exquisite and precious items, even those placed in the corners, which were things she had never seen before.

Wen Yuanshu seemed oblivious to her reluctance to part: "No need to see me off."

Having said that, Wen Siyu couldn't stay any longer, so she obediently got up and left with Wen Qinglan.

After the two sisters left, Chunhua was still in a daze: "Who is that girl? She just started crying like that, and I didn't even have time to react!"

One second she had one attitude, the next she had another. Even if what Wen Yuanshu said made sense, Wen Siyu's attitude change was so natural and smooth that it was truly impressive.

Wen Yuanshu chuckled: "It seems that our hometown has produced a lot of talented people in recent years."

Chunhua twitched the corner of her mouth: "What kind of talent is this..."

In the evening, the family ate together as usual. Madam Wen specially asked someone to prepare a more lavish meal as a welcome dinner for Wen Siyu.

Wen Siyu clearly hadn't expected to be treated this way, and couldn't help but shed tears again: "Uncle and Aunt, thank you so much for your care, Siyu, Siyu..."

She was sobbing uncontrollably and couldn't even finish her sentence.

The lively atmosphere instantly turned cold because of her crying.

Wen Qinglan was extremely embarrassed and quickly tugged at Wen Siyu's sleeve: "Why are you crying? You're perfectly fine! Stop crying!"

Wen Siyu sobbed for a long time before she finally managed to stop crying, but her eyes were still full of tears, half-falling and half-falling, which made her even more pitiful.

But this table was filled with either women or warriors; none of them felt any pity for her. Seeing that she had finally stopped crying, everyone had only one thought in their minds—

Finally, we can eat.

Just then, Lu Chengyuan hurriedly pushed open the door and sat down next to Wen Yuanshu.

Madam Wen pretended not to see anything and invited everyone to start eating.

"Why did you come here again?" Wen Yuanshu asked in a low voice.

She hadn't seen him for two or three days.

"I heard we have guests at home, so I have to come and show my face," Lu Chengyuan said matter-of-factly.

He really does consider himself the son-in-law of this family.

Wen Yuanshu was speechless for a moment, then ignored him.

Wen Siyu, who was standing to the side, gently tugged at Wen Qinglan's sleeve and lowered her voice, "Hey, who is this?"

“This is…” Wen Qinglan glanced at Lu Chengyuan, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Our future brother-in-law.”

She emphasized the word "future" very much.

Wen Siyu also caught this crucial information: "So that means he and my cousin aren't in a relationship yet?"

Wen Qinglan glanced at Lu Chengyuan, who was already seated at the Wen family's dining table, and didn't know how to answer Wen Siyu's question for a long time.