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

That day, with Bai Tong and the others resting and no one at the girls' school, Wen Yuanshu was finally able to catch her breath.

Just as I was leisurely reading a storybook in the courtyard, Wen Siyu arrived.

"Cousin!" Wen Siyu greeted Wen Yuanshu warmly, running over to her and curtsying before sitting down next to her.

Wen Yuanshu felt that she wasn't that close to her, but since they were both members of the Wen family, she didn't say anything: "Going out to play again?"

"Yes!" Wen Siyu nodded. "I've been traveling around the capital with my sister these past two days. Today I visited my brother-in-law's official residence. He's so thoughtful; he even sent someone to bring me back!"

"Is that so?" Wen Yuanshu raised an eyebrow.

Wen Siyu nodded again: "Brother-in-law is really amazing. He's already a third-rank official at such a young age. Cousin, you first married a marquis, and then you got a third-rank official as your husband. You're really amazing!"

Wen Yuanshu finally realized something was wrong: "He's not your brother-in-law yet, so don't call him that anymore."

Wen Siyu assumed Wen Yuanshu was just embarrassed and nodded with a smile, saying, "Yes, yes, I know, I won't call you that anymore!"

-

After leaving Wen Yuanshu's courtyard, Wen Siyu did not return to her own courtyard, but instead wandered aimlessly along the path near the second gate.

"Master Lu."

This is a maidservant from the second gate bowing.

Upon hearing the commotion, Wen Siyu walked out in a few steps, curtsied, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Greetings, Young Master Lu."

Lu Chengyuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, somewhat displeased with her way of addressing him: "Why are you being so distant?"

"Yes, my cousin told me to call her that," Wen Siyu said awkwardly. "Brother-in-law... no, Mr. Lu, is there some kind of conflict between you and my cousin? She seems a little..."

Wen Siyu cautiously glanced at Lu Chengyuan's expression: "You seem to dislike me a little?"

"Your cousin doesn't like me?"

Lu Chengyuan looked her up and down, then shook his head and walked away muttering to himself, "It seems we really can't blame her back then; it's just that all of you Wen family members have bad eyesight."

If Wen Yuanshu doesn't like him, who else could she like?

This little cousin's eyesight is a bit lacking!

Watching Lu Chengyuan's retreating figure, Wen Siyu's expression suddenly turned somewhat strange.

This development... isn't right?

When Lu Chengyuan arrived at Wen Yuanshu's courtyard, he heard Chunhua talking inside.

"Young lady, what does this young lady mean by making a special trip here and saying so many strange things?"

"You've been so distracted for so long, so that's what you've been thinking about?" Along with this voice came the lazy sound of turning pages.

"...Oh dear, the more I think about it, the more something seems off. Miss Biao has been going out quite a bit before, but I've never seen her come here before. It's just that today is so strange..."

The master and servant inside continued talking, while Lu Chengyuan stood outside the door, not daring to go in rashly.

He genuinely thought Wen Siyu went to the Embroidered Uniform Guard's office out of curiosity, but now, judging from Chunhua's words, this cousin seemed to be more than she appeared.

Suddenly, a sentence that Wen Siyu had once said echoed in Lu Chengyuan's ears again.

"My cousin seems to dislike you a little..."

Lu Chengyuan hadn't taken these words to heart at first, but now that he thought about it, they had a deeper meaning.

However, from another perspective, Wen Siyu's eyesight is better than Wen Yuanshu's.

Lu Chengyuan stepped inside.

-

Rest periods are always short.

The day passed in the blink of an eye.

Wen Yuanshu began her arduous days of constantly keeping an eye on Princess Anping's every move.

These difficult days continued until the students arrived.

On the day the girls' school started, Wen Yuanshu naturally went to see it.

“Miss, you should dress up today,” Chunhua rubbed her hands together. “A few days ago, Miss Ren from Fushan Embroidery Pavilion sent you a few outfits. The colors are lovely. Why don’t you wear one of them?”