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

Unexpectedly, she didn't understand Wen Yuanshu's meaning and really thought that she went to help that day.

Wen Yuanshu shook her head: "Everyone has their own ambitions and their own path to take. There's no need to force it."

Chunhua sighed, "It's just a bit of a pity."

“Girl, some people are trapped in a dangerous situation with nowhere to turn for help, so why do some people insist on taking risky paths?”

In her opinion, going to a girls' school, earning her own money and spending it as she pleased, and having the final say in everything she did was the most enjoyable thing.

Therefore, she increasingly failed to understand Wen Qinglan's current actions.

Wen Yuanshu chuckled lightly: "Perhaps the inner quarters are a place where she feels comfortable?"

"What's so comfortable about being controlled by others?"

Wen Yuanshu shook her head: "Chunhua, don't underestimate women."

"In this world, there are those who cannot find a way out in the inner quarters, but there are also those who thrive in the inner quarters. How one lives is actually only related to the person."

“We established girls’ schools not to drag women out of the inner quarters and force them to abandon their familiar paths and follow this so-called new path.”

The existence of girls' schools was simply to give women more options when they had no one to rely on or did not want to depend on others.

That's it.

The next morning, Wen Qinglan had someone deliver the letter.

But somehow, the contents of this letter reached Wen Siyu's ears.

Wen Siyu wanted to retrieve the letter, but it was too late; it had probably already left the capital. Helpless, Wen Siyu returned to her courtyard and pushed open Wen Qinglan's door to enter: "Wen Qinglan!"

"Why did you send a message home, asking me to go back!" Wen Siyu walked up to Wen Qinglan in a few steps, her face flushed with anger, and her words were exceptionally impolite. "What right do you have?!"

Wen Qinglan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

"Speak up!" Wen Siyu gritted her teeth in frustration. "What right do you have?!"

Now, Wen Qinglan didn't care who had leaked the information: "You know what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking?" Wen Siyu laughed in anger. "Wen Qinglan, you're my own sister! Since you know what I want, you won't help me, but why are you siding with Wen Yuanshu instead?!"

"Wen Siyu!" Wen Qinglan finally lost her temper. "Don't you know that Young Master Lu is the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard? Why don't you think about how he became the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard! Is a man like that someone you can even dream of?!"

Even now, just mentioning Lu Chengyuan inevitably brings back the scene of the spy leader's head falling to the ground on the Linjiang Tower that day.

He took a life with a mere wave of his hand!

"Then tell me, in what ways is Wen Yuanshu better than me?!" Wen Siyu shouted. "If I'm not good enough for her, then Wen Yuanshu isn't good enough for her either! But since Wen Yuanshu is good enough for me, why can't I be?"

Faced with Wen Siyu's questioning, Wen Qinglan didn't even bother to answer.

Wen Siyu is really spoiled by her family and doesn't know her place.

If it weren't for the fact that this was actually happening right before her eyes, Wen Qinglan wouldn't have believed it!

Moreover, if Wen Yuanshu were truly useless, how did the girls' school come about? And how did she catch the Empress Dowager's eye and become her confidante?

Even putting all that aside, Wen Yuanshu's face is so beautiful that even if Wen Siyu were to be reincarnated several times, she still couldn't catch up!

Wen Qinglan closed her eyes briefly: "Wen Siyu, I only have one thing to say: put your mind at ease and go home."

Wen Siyu didn't speak for a moment, but gritted her teeth and glared at her with a venomous look in her eyes, as if she wanted to devour her alive.

After a long pause, Wen Siyu stamped her foot and said, "What's with all this talk about status? Wen Yuanshu is just luckier than me! What else does she have?!"

"Wen Qinglan, you're just afraid that if I really marry Lu Chengyuan, I'll be superior to you. Let me tell you, I'm determined to marry him!"

"No fooling around—"

Before Wen Qinglan could finish her sentence, Wen Siyu had already turned and run out.