After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

Zhang asked, somewhat puzzled, "Yes, but how did you know, Yunniang?"

"..." How could I not know?!

He was the catalyst for everything!

Although I knew very little about Xie Shuheng in my previous life, I did know that the former Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, Zhuang Yusheng, died in exile, and that his mother and Yang Ge'er also died. After that, Xie Shuheng went completely insane!

The main problem is that there's no one I care about anymore.

After that, Xie Shuheng became a complete lunatic.

In her past life, Jiang Zhiyun remembered that Zhuang Yusheng seemed to be an academically dishonest and treacherous person who only knew how to instigate Xie Shuheng...

It is a disgrace to the literary world for generations to come.

Looking at it now, it doesn't seem like that. And at this point in time, there don't seem to be many bad things being said about Zhuang Yusheng.

Jiang Zhiyun observed that he was indeed different from the rumors.

Even those who were banished remained clean and tidy, with simple hands and blue clothes, resembling the demeanor of scholars.

However, judging a person solely by their appearance is not advisable.

Jiang Zhiyun, wary, got out of the car with her mother-in-law to move things.

The old man in plain clothes turned around and met Zhang's eyes. Zhang Meiqing was trembling with fear and led Yunniang over: "Mr. Zhuang, this is Shuheng's wife, Jiang."

"Mm." He nodded, looking at Jiang Zhiyun with a gentle smile. But she was clearly a little tired at the moment.

He handed the crumpled paper-wrapped red dates to Jiang Zhiyun: "These are for Shuheng, so he can take good care of himself."

"Okay, thank you, sir." Yunniang took it, and then Mr. Zhuang handed Yunniang two crumpled books.

"This is the book he didn't finish reading. I brought it with me so it can help him pass the time while he's sick."

Yunniang nodded and accepted them one by one.

"Master, you are well-read. Do you have many books at home?" Jiang Zhiyun asked curiously.

"I brought a lot with me. If there's anything you'd like to see, I'll get it for you another day." Mr. Zhuang thought Jiang Zhiyun was polite and a good child. Now she even liked reading and was eager to learn. His goodwill towards her grew even stronger.

"I like books about business." Simply put, I like making money.

Even if I read countless books on business and practiced abacus a lot in my past life, I still love it now.

"it is good."

She was the wife of his most prized disciple, and he unconsciously developed a greater fondness for her.

Seeing that he was about to leave, how could Jiang Zhiyun just let him go like that?

She needed to understand what kind of person this was. Now, he seemed completely different from the description in the records.

“Mr. Zhuang, why don’t you come in with me? My mother and I are about to cook, and besides, Shuheng misses you too.”

Whether you read it or not is not important; the main thing is to stay and eat.

Madam Zhang nodded, "Yes, since you're all here, come in and eat. Yunniang is a very good cook."

“When you’re exiled here, don’t waste a good meal, otherwise…” She covered her mouth.

Mr. Zhuang nodded: "Otherwise, we might not have the chance to eat it next time."

He found it difficult to understand, and then he came in.

Xie Shuheng stood on the doorframe, hesitating before leaving. Upon seeing his superior, he bowed his head and knelt down.

Mr. Zhuang went over and helped him up: "Get up, Shuheng. You did nothing wrong, why are you kneeling?"

……

Zhang was somewhat distracted in the kitchen, seemingly oblivious to what the two of them were saying.

"Yunniang, I have a feeling something's not right."

"You may not know this, but whether in Bianjing or now in exile, Mr. Zhuang has always preferred to be alone and has always had a bad temper. But seeing you today, he seems to be a very gentle and elder-like person."

"Furthermore, Shuheng suffered even more serious injuries in Bianjing, and he never came to visit him. He is a strict teacher."

Jiang Zhiyun was also puzzled: "Then this time it is indeed strange."

"Is there something important you want to say?"

"...That's true." Madam Zhang sighed. "It's already quite good that we're alive. After all, who knows if an imperial edict might be issued and then everything would be over?"

"Mother, don't worry too much."

Yunniang thought that older people prefer simple and light foods.

However, they must have never tasted anything new, so they thought of making mushroom soup from home, cooking it in a copper pot, and then putting fresh meat and vegetables in to cook together, so that everyone could have a lively meal.

She always cooked like this in her past life. At first, she was too busy and just cooked whatever came to mind. But after doing it a few more times, she discovered the trick.

Now, when you cook it, prepare a separate chili pepper and other seasonings, and put them in a small bowl. If you want it spicier, you can dip it in the chili pepper and seasoning broth and eat it that way.

She cooked quickly, and as she was taking the food out to the courtyard to eat, Xie Shuheng took out a bottle of wine.

They poured drinks for each person, but Yunniang, who doesn't drink alcohol, politely declined.

Watching the three of them eat in silence, without saying a word, Yunniang suddenly felt oppressed.

Then Xie Shuheng served Yunniang some food, placing a piece of meat in her bowl.

She was flattered and wondered if he was going to poison her wife?

"Eat more," Xie Shuheng said. She looked much thinner these past few days.

Jiang Zhiyun: "..." She ate it shakily. It shouldn't be poisoned, right?

Seeing the interaction between the two, Master Zhuang was relieved.

He looked at Jiang Zhiyun: "Husbands and wives should take care of each other. There's no need to be flattered. Loving your wife is a husband's duty."

Jiang Zhiyun could have thought he was a villain before, but how many people could say such things!

It must be a frame-up.

She picked up the teacup beside her and said to Mr. Zhuang, "Sir, you are very righteous! Not only that, I used to read and write by myself in secret. If I had met you back then, things might have been even better."

If she had broken free from the constraints of her family earlier, Jiang Zhiyun thought, perhaps she wouldn't have needed to live a second life; she could have lived a much better life in her previous one.

She obeyed her husband's orders, handing over everything she had earned to him, and even watching him turn into a disgusting person.

It was only after death, after a brief, cursory review, that I felt clear-headed.

In this life, she only wants to live for herself.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the determination in her eyes and then said, "Then tomorrow, I will bring all the books I brought. You can read them as much as you need."

Jiang Zhiyun was puzzled: "Aren't you going to read them anymore?" Those who brought them must have been treasured for a long time and couldn't bear to part with good books.

"I won't look at it anymore. I've already memorized it. There's a lot more that I wrote. Zhiyun, you can give it to Shuheng later. Of course, you can look at it too."

Xie Shuheng looked rather unwell and placed his wine glass on the table, saying, "Sir, you should go back and rest early."

"I'll go to Shikanchang tomorrow, and we can discuss it then."

"No, I'll sit a while longer. Zhiyun's cooking is delicious, and there's still a moon. People who see the moon must have family members they miss," he said.

Jiang Zhiyun was completely confused and didn't understand what was going on. Why was there such a pervasive sense of sadness around her?