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

Wen Yuanshu paused for a moment before pulling her cloak down to reveal her face, where she saw the man wearing a ferocious beast mask sitting down opposite her with an air of authority.

Chunhua instinctively stepped in front of Wen Yuanshu, looking warily at the unfamiliar and dangerous man before her.

"How have you been since you married into the Marquis's household?" Lu Chengyuan's voice was deep and cold, but his tone was casual, as if he were chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

As Lu Chengyuan spoke, he casually removed the ferocious beast mask.

Wen Yuanshu did not answer, but only looked him over.

After this person recognized me last time, their attitude towards me changed. Clearly, this person knows me.

Wen Yuanshu frowned and stared at him for a long time, but no one in her memory could match his appearance.

Seeing that Wen Yuanshu remained silent, Lu Chengyuan's expression stiffened, revealing a look of shock and astonishment. His voice suddenly rose a notch: "You've forgotten me?!"

The sound was so loud that the bushes outside swayed slightly.

Wen Yuanshu frowned, her eyes filled with even deeper confusion.

The person opposite was furious. He stood up abruptly and paced back and forth in the pavilion: "You heartless wretch! You had bad taste in choosing a husband back then. After all these years, not only has your taste gotten worse, but your heart has been eaten by a dog. You've even forgotten me!"

Chunhua suddenly turned around: "Madam, is this Young Master Lu?"

Wen Yuanshu suddenly realized.

Lu Chengyuan.

That is, the childhood sweetheart with whom she broke off her engagement.

Facing him again, Wen Yuanshu couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, however...

"I thought you were blind and heartless back then, and now it seems I wasn't wrong! I'm standing right in front of you, and you didn't even recognize me! What, are you really so obsessed with that Marquis of Anyuan now? What's so great about that Pei guy!"

The man was cursing, and Wen Yuanshu took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to kick him.

"Where did this barking dog come from? Chunhua, let's go, or we'll get bitten." Wen Yuanshu stood up, but the effects of the alcohol hadn't worn off, and she swayed slightly. Before Chunhua could react, someone had already caught her.

Once she had regained her footing, Lu Chengyuan let go of her hand, as if nothing had happened: "Some people look respectable, but they're not even as good as dogs."

Wen Yuanshu snorted lightly, too lazy to argue with him anymore, and walked away.

Watching the two figures disappear, Lu Chengyuan took a deep breath and put the beast mask back on his face: "Investigate what's going on with this person, he smells strongly of medicine."

If you get too close, you can choke to death.

There was no response, only a slight rustling in the bushes outside, as if someone had slipped away.

The palace banquet ended shortly afterward.

Pei Zeyu and Wen Yuanshu followed side by side behind the old lady, and from a distance, they looked very respectful to each other.

In the shadows, someone gritted their teeth, a fierce glint flashing in their eyes.

-

As the entourage of the Marquis's family disembarked at the gates of the mansion, before they even entered, a maidservant greeted them with a beaming smile: "Madam, Marquis! Great news! Incredibly good news!"

"Our lady might be pregnant!"

The old lady and Pei Zeyu exchanged a glance, their faces showing joy.

Pei Zeyu quickly realized something was wrong: "What do you mean by 'possible'?"

The maid's face remained cheerful: "The doctor said that it might be because the pregnancy is still early, so he can't feel the pulse yet, but the lady is already experiencing morning sickness, so it can't be fake!"

Pei Zeyu was relieved after hearing what the maid had said.

Wen Yuanshu said at the opportune moment, "Tomorrow I will have someone invite a doctor from Xinglin Hall to come and take Miss Xie's pulse."

The old lady's face showed even greater satisfaction: "You're so sensible!"

Wen Yuanshu smiled slightly, pursing her lips.

The real show is about to begin. Can she really be so naive?

Early the next morning, Wen Yuanshu had someone invite the doctor from Xinglin Hall into the mansion.

“This is Doctor Zheng,” Wen Yuanshu said, “who is in charge of women’s childbirth at Xinglin Hall.”

Doctor Zheng bowed to the old lady, the emblem of Xinglintang on his chest shining brightly.