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

Bai Tong paused for a moment, then continued, "Or do you mean to take a false pregnancy pill?"

"Every medicine has its side effects, why take medicine?" Wen Yuanshu said helplessly. "Can't you act?"

Bai Tong suddenly realized: "Back then."

It's just sleeping in late today and vomiting a couple of times tomorrow.

That's how it's written in storybooks.

"But Madam, do we really think this will bring down Madam Xie?" It seems a bit too simplistic.

“No, that’s not possible,” Wen Yuanshu said. “Miss Xie has a deep connection with the Marquis’s mansion, so it’s not something that can be easily touched.”

Bai Tong let out a soft "Ah": "Then what's the point of all this?"

“We can’t hurt Miss Xie herself, but losing one of her arms is a bonus,” Wen Yuanshu said with a smile. “To fight a tiger, you have to pull out its teeth first. Let’s take it slow.”

Bai Tong suddenly realized.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Bai Tong got up to take his leave.

As Bai Tong reached the door, he deliberately turned back to look at Wen Yuanshu, his gaze seemingly carrying a different meaning.

With just a quick glance, Wen Yuanshu didn't notice.

As soon as Bai Tong left, Wen Yuanshu frowned and said, "What's wrong with Zhang Mama? So many days have passed. Didn't we leave her a clue? Why haven't we found her yet?"

Chunhua scratched her head: "Madam, the marks are already quite obvious, and it'll probably be over soon."

Zhang's mother has served the old lady for so many years, surely she could have noticed such obvious signs.

If that's the case, then I'm afraid Zhang's mother is really getting old and her eyesight is failing.

As expected, Zhang's mother arrived in the evening.

She returned in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to change her clothes; she was covered in dust from her journey.

"This old servant greets Madam."

After all, Zhang's mother is getting on in years, and after running around for several days, her face was full of unconcealed fatigue.

Wen Yuanshu withdrew her scrutinizing gaze and said, "Aunt Zhang is a little late."

Mrs. Zhang gave a bitter smile.

The guards she brought with her when she left became an obstacle when she realized something was wrong.

It took her some time to settle the guards, which is why she arrived late.

“I am grateful that you have specially sent someone to take care of my good-for-nothing grandson,” Zhang Mama said, kneeling on the ground with an extremely humble posture. “I cannot trouble you any longer, Madam. Please be kind enough to do so.”

Wen Yuanshu chuckled: "Aunt Zhang, you're a smart woman. I have a question. If you can give me a satisfactory answer, I guarantee your grandson will return home safe and sound. How about it?"

Madam Zhang stiffened, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Please speak, Madam."

“On the night I married the Marquis, Zhang Mama personally brought me a bowl of tonic,” Wen Yuanshu said, her body stiffening as she looked at Zhang Mama. “Who asked Mama to bring it?”

Mrs. Zhang gave a wry smile: "Madam already has the answer in her heart, doesn't she?"

Whether Wen Yuanshu has children or not doesn't really affect the old lady, but it has a huge impact on Xie Qianjiao.

“Mrs. Zhang, I’ve gone through all this trouble not because I wanted you to be vague,” Wen Yuanshu’s voice carried a hint of coldness. “Mrs. Zhang, are you sure you don’t want to say a name?”

Zhang's mother trembled.

After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a voice: "It's Madam Xie."

Wen Yuanshu took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly.

After a long while, just when Zhang Mama thought Wen Yuanshu was about to turn hostile, she heard Wen Yuanshu say, "In the future, I may need Zhang Mama's help."

Zhang Mama hurriedly replied, "This old servant will certainly obey your orders."

Wen Yuanshu hummed in agreement: "Mother Zhang, please go back. In a few days, I'm sure there will be good news from our hometown."

"Yes, yes! Thank you, Madam, thank you, Madam!"

Zhang's mother kowtowed several times before getting up and leaving.

“Madam…” Chunhua stepped forward and said cautiously, “What about Miss Xie? Should we make other plans?”

"No need," Wen Yuanshu sneered, "Someone will take care of it."

Chunhua blinked and whispered, "Yes."

-

A few days later, good news indeed came from Zhang's mother's hometown.

Only when Zhang's mother was finally able to return to serve the old lady with peace of mind could Xie Qianjiao finally get away.

For some reason, Pei Zeyu seemed to feel a little regretful.