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

Chunhua looked at her with a complicated expression: "Something unexpected has happened, Miss Cuiyu. Our lady requests your presence."

Upon hearing this, Cuiyu's expression became somewhat complicated.

Chunhua pretended not to see it and took her there.

After taking her there, Chunhua served her a lot of tea and snacks.

However, Cuiyu was no longer the lively and agile girl she used to be. After sitting down, she looked around nervously, but hesitated to meet Wen Yuanshu's gaze.

Seeing this, Wen Yuanshu said, "Chunhua has told me everything about your family."

Cuiyu lowered her head: "I deceived Madam first. If this matter doesn't work out... let's just forget about it. I'll leave secretly, okay?"

After a long silence from Wen Yuanshu, Cuiyu quickly added, "Madam, I promise I'll leave secretly and won't let anyone find me. Even if I am discovered, I will absolutely not involve you!"

"This matter is not so simple. Right now, there are probably many eyes outside watching the Lu residence and watching you. You might not even know where you are the day after you step out the door."

Seeing Cuiyu's face sink into despair, Wen Yuanshu softened her voice and said, "If you believe me, tell me in detail what your father did back then, okay?"

After hearing this, Cuiyu remained silent for a long time before suddenly raising her head: "Madam, if I tell you, can you help my father clear his name?"

"Tell me your thoughts, and if I can do it, I will do my best."

Cuiyu took a deep breath, then stood up and knelt down in the hall.

"My father's name is Wu Hao. He came from a commoner background and rose through the ranks of the court step by step with his talent and knowledge. He became a fifth-rank official and served as the magistrate of Wannian County. He was an honest and upright official who loved the people like his own children. However, my father had a lot of talent but no powerful backing. As a result, his talent became the death knell for our whole family."

I wonder how long this little girl had kept these words in her heart.

Although the young girl spoke with great conviction, Wen Yuanshu still did not overlook the key point: "If that's the case, then where did the anti-poem come from?"

Cuiyu pursed her lips: "Madam, could you please let me go back for a moment? I need to get something for you, and you'll understand once you see it."

Wen Yuanshu nodded slightly.

Cuiyu then got up and ran away in a flash.

Watching her retreating figure, Chunhua sighed: "Madam, do you think this is true?"

Wen Yuanshu's eyes darkened slightly: "Cuiyu is still very young. She was probably only seven or eight years old when the family had the accident. A child that young would probably not know even if something happened at home."

Chunhua couldn't help but worry: "If the rebellious poem is true, what will we do? Should we return Cuiyu?"

"Since Princess Wei has already stepped in to stop it, she must know that Cuiyu is in contact with us, or even that Cuiyu is here with us. Sigh..."

Chunhua spoke with her brows furrowed the entire time.

“Everything can be big or small, depending on how you say it and how the higher-ups see it,” Wen Yuanshu said calmly. “Even if it really doesn’t work, we can just secretly send the person away.”

Hearing this, Chunhua's heart finally calmed down.

Although it was her first time meeting Cuiyu, she knew that Cuiyu had once saved Wen Yuanshu, so she naturally felt more favorably toward Cuiyu and sincerely hoped that she would be well.

Before long, Cuiyu returned, carrying a cloth bag that looked quite old.

Even though the cloth bag was old and stained with various dirt, Cuiyu still held it in her arms as if it were a treasure.

Cuiyu returned to the hall, carefully unwrapped the cloth bundle, then unwrapped the oil paper package inside, and handed it to Wen Yuanshu.

Inside the oil paper package was a letter and a piece of silk cloth.

The handwriting in the letter was somewhat messy, clearly written in haste. It probably explained the background of the so-called anti-poem. As for the silk cloth, the writing on it was all written in blood. Compared to the letter, the handwriting on the silk cloth was much more delicate, and it should have been written by a woman.