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

After sending Chun Tao away, Du Mingxian went into her spatial dimension and took the soup she had just transferred there to feed the chickens inside. The chickens immediately collapsed after eating it.

Her heart jumped into her throat.

Chun Tao couldn't possibly poison her too severely, since if she died, no one could complete the task, and with her dead, it would be difficult for Chun Tao to get close to Lord Wen.

Therefore, this poison should be slow-acting for humans, but chickens cannot withstand it.

Looking at the little bit of soup left, she sighed heavily. Chun Tao was really cruel. They had spent several months together, and she just wanted her to die quietly.

Undeterred, she secretly went to Ling Silang's place that night, but still couldn't get in, so she had to go back to her residence to sleep early.

The next day at the Wen residence, in the courtyard of Old Madam Wen, Lord Wen, Madam Wen, Wen Yibin, Wen Shiyan, Du Mingxian who had been summoned, as well as the second and third wives, all sat together in the hall.

Madam Wen glanced at everyone and said, "The capital has been quite turbulent these past few days, but the marriage between the Feng family and Shiyan can't be delayed any longer. I called you all here to ask if you have any other good ideas."

Du Mingxian sat there, acting as if she were invisible, and had no intention of expressing her opinion.

Madam Wen's eyes were swollen beyond recognition. "Mother, since the capital is not peaceful, why don't we not rush to marry Shiyan off? Let's wait until these troublesome things are over before we let Shiyan get married?"

Madam Wen now disliked Madam Wen intensely, merely glancing at her indifferently without saying anything. Instead, she looked at Lord Wen and asked, "What do you think of Yi Cheng's matter?"

"The capital is not peaceful, but the wedding date was set long ago. It's not a national mourning period, so there's no need to avoid it." Lord Wen was telling the truth.

There's no need to deliberately avoid it, but it shouldn't be a big affair either. A low-key, simple wedding is perfectly acceptable.

Madam Wen felt a pang of pain in her heart upon hearing this. Her daughter was not yet of marriageable age. "Others don't need to be deliberately avoided, and it's fine to keep a low profile. But you are the Minister of War, after all. We can't let our daughter's marriage be unfair to you."

Lord Wen glanced at him coldly and remained silent.

Wen Yibin then said, "Sister-in-law, if you don't come at a certain time, are you suggesting we give you one wife for free?"

Madam Wen immediately fell silent. If Shi Yan hadn't been pregnant, she would never have let her daughter marry into the Feng family. Feng Zhiyuan was a scoundrel; he didn't deserve her at all.

“I can have an abortion.” Wen Shiyan, who had been completely ignored, suddenly spoke up, as if she had made a decision. “Since it’s because of the child that the marriage was brought forward, I can have an abortion. That way, I won’t have to marry into the Feng family, right?”

Upon hearing this, Madam Wen burst into tears again, sobbing uncontrollably. She didn't know what to say; how much damage does it do to a woman's body to have her first child aborted?

"No way." Lord Wen refused outright. "The Wen and Feng families have a marriage agreement. Since it's arranged, she has no choice but to marry him."

Wen Shiyan cried, stood up, looking utterly broken, and gazed at Lord Wen with resentment, "Am I still my father? Don't you know what kind of person Feng Zhiyuan from the Feng family is? Why do you still insist on me marrying him?"

"Feng Zhiyuan's wife hasn't even entered the family yet, but he's already keeping several mistresses, and one of them even gave birth to his eldest son. How can anyone marry such a person?"

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. Lord Wen's gaze swept over everyone present, finally landing on Wen Shiyan, who was questioning him. "You can think of it this way: I have no choice but to let you marry him."

"Why? Are you still my father?"

"Whether I am your father or not is a question for your mother to answer," Lord Wen said meaningfully.

Madam Wen's heart skipped a beat. She thought of the people she sent to assassinate Wen Shiyan, who had all disappeared. Could it be that her husband knew about what she had done?

No, definitely not.

No, the master certainly wouldn't know.

"Shiyan, everything has been decided. There's no use making a scene now." Madam Wen could only try to persuade Wen Shiyan, fearing that she might say something outrageous again.

Wen Shiyan glared at Madam Wen with resentment. "Mother, do you even want me to marry Feng Zhiyuan? That scoundrel, how could he be worthy of me?"

Madam Wen wanted to speak again, but Lord Wen spoke up at this moment, "The Wen family raised you, and now the Wen and Feng families need someone to form a marriage alliance, and you are just right."

"What about her? Isn't she a member of the Wen family?" Feng Shiyan pointed at Du Mingxian, her eyes filled with intense jealousy.

Du Mingxian: "..." I was just sitting there when trouble came knocking on my door.

Lord Wen glanced at Feng Shiyan with a half-smile, "She is a member of the Wen family, and she is also my daughter, but she didn't grow up in the Wen family because your mother said that she pushed your mother to miscarry. So the Wen family owes her a debt."

“This was her doing. If it weren’t for her pushing my mother to miscarry, causing me to lose my brother, how could my life be so miserable?” Wen Shiyan said angrily.

Everyone else present looked at each other, unsure of what to say, and silently watched the scene unfold.

Those in the second and third wives' families who were unaware of the situation all felt that Wen Yicheng had changed. In the past, the eldest brother doted on Wen Shiyan the most, but now he was criticizing her like this.

"Bang..." Lord Wen slammed his teacup down on the table and looked coldly at Wen Shiyan. "Since you brought this up today, let's investigate this matter thoroughly."

Madam Wen's hand, clutching the handkerchief, clenched into a fist. Her heart pounded, and her face paled. However, she reacted quickly, immediately covering her face with her hand, feigning pain.

She looked at Lord Wen sadly, "Does my lord not believe me? Or do you think I deliberately used my unborn child to frame another child?"

“When a woman enters her husband’s family, what she wants most is to have a child, a son, so that she can establish herself. I feel the same way. Why should I do that?”

Lord Wen looked at her sharply, "Why did you do this? You should ask yourself that question."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Pretending not to understand? What you mean is that this child cannot be born, so you plotted against Huan'er, killing two birds with one stone. It also allows Huan'er to leave the manor, eliminating both your thorn in the side and the child who cannot be brought into the light."

Madam Wen lost her balance and took two steps back. She looked at him in disbelief, her heart filled with panic and her mind blank. But her mouth instinctively retorted, "Sir, you think so much of me?"

"Whether it's true or not, you know in your heart. You were probably the one who framed me back then."

"I didn't," Madam Wen said, but her voice was soft, clearly lacking confidence.

Lord Wen snorted coldly, "Reason doesn't lie in raising your voice. You know perfectly well whether that's true or not."