The sickly son died young? After the marriage exchange, I will bring prosperity to his entire clan f

Wen Shiyan was also excited, but her excitement stemmed from seeing all the handsome men together, unlike Cheng Jinyun's excitement.

"My cousins ​​are all so good-looking."

"That's right." They're all princes. Marrying either one is better than marrying an ordinary person. If the one chosen eventually rises to a high position, then you'll have a place in the palace.

Du Mingxian smiled on the surface, but inside she was cursing. They were all princes, and any one of them could be one of them, but it was not easy to investigate them. She also didn't know which one Chuntao was looking at.

"Ah ah ah..."

The girls' excited screams pulled the three of them back to reality. Du Mingxian looked over and saw... at the front was an elderly middle-aged man. Although it was not hard to tell that he must have been a handsome man when he was young, now... the girls definitely wouldn't be interested in him.

On the left is a man in his thirties, whose appearance can only be described as decent, and is by no means handsome.

On the right is the man Du Mingxian has been longing for, Ling Silang. He is handsome, and with the people around him making him even more dashing, countless things are thrown at the third-ranked scholar. Even the eunuch leading Ling Silang's horse in front of him gets hit from time to time.

The screams continued. Du Mingxian felt that these girls were screaming not because they were happy, but because they were upset. There was such a handsome man.

As the group slowly approached, Du Mingxian was still happy, her hands itching to throw something to Ling Silang. She noticed that as they got closer, the injuries on his face were somehow barely visible.

Wen Shiyan stood there dumbfounded, staring intently at Ling Silang. It was Cheng Jinyun beside her who noticed and gently nudged her with her elbow, "What's wrong with you? Why are you standing there like a dazed fool? If you see something you like, just throw it away. The convoy will be gone soon."

"Yes, yes, you're right." Wen Shiyan excitedly tried to throw it, but then worried that she might hit Ling Silang with too much force. She didn't throw it hard enough and it hit the smiling top scholar instead, which made many people laugh.

Wen Shiyan was so angry she almost cried, "How could this happen? I was just worried that I hit too hard, but who would have thought that I would hit that old man? What should we do now?"

Cheng Jinyun handed over hers, saying, "Here, you throw this."

"Cousin, what are you going to do?"

Cheng Jinyun waved her hand dismissively, "What's the big deal? Anyway, this one isn't suitable either, so I certainly can't throw it away. Look at those two, which one is suitable? You even chose the most handsome one. As your cousin, would I steal your man?"

Wen Shiyan was deeply moved. "Thank you, cousin."

"It's okay, we're sisters. What I want most is for you to be happy. The person I set my sights on at first sight has to be you."

Du Mingxian: Get the hell out of here! That's my man, the man I married properly, the man I've bowed to heaven and earth with, the man I've shared a bed with.

She exuded a faint resentment, but no one paid any attention or concern.

Wen Shiyan wanted to throw the things away as soon as she got them, but then she remembered that she had thrown them to the wrong person because she was nervous, which made her a laughingstock. So she didn't dare to. But she had really fallen for that man at first sight.

Seeing that the person had already passed by, she was even less confident. In desperation, Wen Shiyan put the purse into Du Mingxian's hand and directly ordered, "Throw this purse to the third-ranked scholar right now."

Du Mingxian didn't hesitate. After taking it, she only asked, "Have you thought it through? Do you want me to throw it?"

"of course."

The person has already gone quite far, so Wen Huan definitely won't be able to get away with it. Once it doesn't hit her, she'll definitely make a good laugh at her.

Forget it, the man she's interested in is a man of integrity who hasn't accepted anything from any woman. She'll tell her mother about it when she gets back home, and she'll definitely get her wish.

"Alright, hurry up and throw it away, or you won't see anyone for a while," Wen Shiyan urged.

It was actually only about two meters away from their window.

Du Mingxian tightened the purse's opening, and as she did so, she called out to the crowd, "Here you are, Scholar Tanhua."

As she spoke, the purse was thrown as well. Whether it was Du Mingxian's good aim or God's help, the purse landed directly inside the back of the scholar's collar.

Everyone saw this.

Upon hearing Du Mingxian's voice, Ling Silang, who was riding ahead, was excited. He turned around with a puzzled expression and saw her wearing a veil, looking at him with smiling eyes.

But in front of everyone, the third-ranked scholar took the purse out from the back of his collar, smiled at Du Mingxian, raised the purse high, and waved.

"Ah ah ah..."

This series of events caused the girls to scream, as if they had been stimulated.

Wen Shiyan and Cheng Jinyun hugged each other happily.

"He just smiled. He smiled at me, cousin. He saw me! My heart is racing. Is this what it feels like to like someone?"

"Yes, yes, I saw it too. He really smiled at you. He must have taken a liking to you too. Shiyan, you're going to marry the person you love. Congratulations!"

"Thank you so much, cousin. I don't know what would have happened if it weren't for your money. I'm so happy. I have to go back and tell my father and mother so they can prepare for my wedding."

After speaking, Wen Shiyan rushed off without even calling out to Du Mingxian, like a gust of wind.

Soon only two people remained in the private room.

Du Mingxian was in a great mood, and she found Cheng Jinyun extremely pleasing to the eye. "Cousin, Shiyan has left, should we leave too?"

Cheng Jinyun's eyes flickered. "Cousin Huan, it's not that I don't want to take you back, it's just that I have some things to do later, so I won't go to the Wen residence with you."

"what?"

She was just asking politely, what did this woman mean?

"Well, why don't you go after her now? Shiyan has left, and there are a lot of people outside, so she might not have gone far. You can still catch up with the carriage."

Du Mingxian finally understood what the other person meant. It turned out that her polite question had made the other person think that she wanted to hitch a ride because she didn't have a carriage to go back home.

"Then you go ahead and do your work, cousin. I'll go catch up with Shiyan first."

After saying that, she got up and left. It's good to take advantage of such a good opportunity to go out and stroll around.

Fortunately, there was only one carriage when I left the mansion, so I had a chance to travel around and find out where the third-ranked scholar lived.

It's really amazing that the imperial court didn't find out that Ling Silang had fabricated his identity.

Du Mingxian came out but didn't see Chuntao. She simply didn't wait. She bought a purse but didn't see anyone. She must have gone to find her master. Thinking of this, she suddenly froze.

This is an opportunity. Let's go and look for it. If we really do spot them, we might be able to find out who's behind it.

She headed towards the teahouse looking for someone.

The procession had just passed, and many people on the street had already dispersed. She entered the teahouse and found it almost empty. She went up to the second floor and wandered around. The doors to the private rooms were all open, but no one was inside.

Just as she was about to leave, the waiter came up to her, "Excuse me, sir, have you been waiting for so long? Would you like a private room?"

"Yes." To avoid arousing suspicion, she went up and randomly chose a private room facing the street. "This one will do."