She remarried a cold-faced, powerful man, and the scumbag regretted it and cried his heart out.

Shen Jingshu folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. She looked up at Shen Zizhong and asked, "Father, is Young Master Cheng still in the front hall?"

“He hasn’t left yet.” Shen Zizhong’s gaze fell on his daughter’s face, his eyes filled with worry. “Do you want to see him? Are you feeling alright? If you’re not feeling well, then let him go back first.”

“It’s alright.” Shen Jingshu shook her head, a slight smile playing on her lips. “My daughter wants to see him.”

Shen Zizhong remained silent for a moment before finally nodding in agreement.

This child is becoming more and more unpredictable.

In the front hall, Cheng Wenhao heard footsteps and turned around abruptly, only to see Shen Jingshu walking towards him.

Her complexion was rosy and her eyes were bright and lively, showing no signs of poisoning whatsoever.

Cheng Wenhao's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"Miss Shen," Cheng Wenhao bowed respectfully, his eyes full of smiles, "it seems the rumors are wrong; your illness doesn't seem to be serious?"

Shen Jingshu gestured for the other servants to step aside and invited Cheng Wenhao to sit down before speaking, "Young Master Cheng, you must be tired from your journey. Would you like a cup of tea?"

Cheng Wenhao had no interest in drinking tea and waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, stop being so mysterious, what's going on?"

Shen Jingshu gestured for Jinse to serve tea, and then she went straight to the point, briefly informing Cheng Wenhao about Xie Wanqing's poisoning.

After listening, Cheng Wenhao couldn't help but chuckle, shook his head and sighed, "You two are truly a match made in heaven, you really have some clever tricks up your sleeves. One of you faked your death after being seriously injured in Yangzhou to lure the enemy out; the other of you pretended to be sick and poisoned in the capital to turn the tables on you. Well done, you've completely fooled us outsiders and scared us half to death."

Jinse, recalling the suffering her young lady had endured these past few days, felt a surge of anger and couldn't help but pout as she interjected, "Young Master Cheng has no idea that our young lady risked her life; it was truly extremely dangerous."

Cheng Wenhao was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "You wouldn't really..."

Shen Jingshu knew that this girl was worried about her, so she just glared at her and turned to interrupt Cheng Wenhao, "You don't need to worry too much. But how is the Commandant doing in Yangzhou? Look at what you said, he was seriously injured and pretended to be dead. He's made quite a fuss."

"Him?" Seeing that she was unwilling to talk about it, Cheng Wenhao stopped pressing the matter and said instead, "He raided the stronghold of Zhao Yan, the prefect of Yangzhou. He said there are still some loose ends to be dealt with, but judging from the days, he should be able to get back to the capital in the next couple of days and won't miss the wedding date."

"Who cares about the wedding date?" Shen Jingshu glanced at him and said irritably.

This person really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics.

Cheng Wenhao awkwardly touched his nose, realizing he had spoken out of turn. He quickly coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment and then got down to business: "By the way, when I was in Yangzhou, I heard a local wealthy merchant talk about something. I wonder if it's related to the 'great disaster' you mentioned."

"What's the matter?"

“They said the Cheng family once helped Zhao Yan transport a batch of goods.” Cheng Wenhao lowered his voice, his expression grave. “I suspect there’s something wrong with those goods.”

Shen Jingshu frowned. The Cheng family caravan?

Do you know when it was shipped? And what kind of goods were shipped?

"The exact time is unclear, and the goods are unknown. All we know is that Zhao Yan arranged it personally, and it was done in a very secretive way. Even the caravan manager didn't know what it was," Cheng Wenhao recalled. "I kept an eye on things and secretly inquired about it. I found out that the shipment was transported shortly after Li Maocai arrived in Yangzhou."

After Li Maocai arrived in Yangzhou...

Shen Jingshu's heart stirred, and something seemed to flash through her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it.

Who else knows about this?

“Besides those people in Yangzhou, only Linglong, who is by my side, knows about it. I have instructed her to keep quiet.” Cheng Wenhao said solemnly, “I am worried that my father… is also involved.”

Shen Jingshu nodded. It was already quite remarkable that Cheng Wenhao could think of this.

"Rest assured and do not act rashly," Shen Jingshu advised. "You have just returned to the capital, so go back to your residence and rest well. We can discuss other matters later."

Seeing that Shen Jingshu had already made up her mind, Cheng Wenhao felt relieved. Knowing that he couldn't be of any help if he stayed, he got up and took his leave.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at Shen Jingshu one last time, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

"Is there anything else?" Shen Jingshu asked.

“Shen Jingshu,” Cheng Wenhao hesitated for a moment before speaking, “You have done your best in this matter. Jiang Jin’an is deeply devoted to you. In the future, you… you must not put yourself in danger again. If he knew, he would definitely worry.”

Shen Jingshu was taken aback, then realized that Cheng Wenhao was standing up for Jiang Jin'an.

It seems that Cheng Wenhao and Jiang Jin'an got along quite well during their trip to Yanzhou.

She covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Cheng. I know what I'm doing."

Cheng Wenhao said no more, bowed respectfully, and strode away.

After leaving the Marquis of Pingyang's residence, Cheng Wenhao went straight back to the Cheng residence.

The entire Cheng family had already received the news and knew that their young master was returning to the capital today, so they waited at the main gate early in the morning.

Cheng Wenhao is the youngest son of the Cheng family. He has been pampered by his family since childhood and has never suffered any hardship. This time, he is going on a business trip with the caravan. Old Madam Cheng is worried every day and can't sleep at night.

As soon as he entered the door, Old Madam Cheng pulled him over and looked him up and down, examining him carefully. She also asked about his journey, showing him great concern and care.

"Grandmother, I'm back perfectly fine, aren't I?" Cheng Wenhao felt a little uncomfortable under the old lady's gaze, so he quickly said, "Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine."

When Madam Cheng saw that he was indeed unharmed, she was relieved and took his hand to lead him inside, her wrinkles smoothing out.

Bai Shi followed along and couldn't help but ask, "Did you encounter any danger in Yangzhou? Your father heard that something happened there and was so worried that he didn't sleep well for several nights."

Cheng Wenhao's heart skipped a beat. How could his father, who was far away in the capital, know that something had happened in Yanzhou?

He feigned nonchalance and said, "What danger could I possibly be in? By the time I arrived in Yangzhou, the matter there had already been resolved, and it had nothing to do with me."

Bai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As they talked, they arrived at Madam Cheng's Rong'an Hall.

Cheng Wenhao formally greeted Madam Cheng and Madam Bai, and then recounted some interesting stories from his time in Yangzhou, which made Madam Cheng and Madam Bai laugh continuously.

However, there was a hint of forced smile in those smiles.

Cheng Wenhao seemed to suddenly remember something, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. "She really poisoned Miss Shen?"

Madam Cheng and Madam Bai exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

"That's true." Old Madam Cheng sighed. "This marriage is completely over."

Cheng Wenhao lowered his eyes, looking heartbroken. "How could she do such a thing? I really... misjudged her."

Bai stepped forward and patted the back of his hand, comforting him, "It's not your fault. You can't see into someone's heart. Who would have thought she was such a vicious person?"

Madam Cheng also said, "It's not necessarily a bad thing for the Cheng family that this marriage didn't go through. Otherwise, if she had really entered the family, who knows how much trouble she would have caused."

Cheng Wenhao almost burst into tears on the spot. Bai felt sorry for him and coaxed him by saying that she would send back all his former female friends. He "reluctantly" agreed, but he still looked heartbroken.

After talking for a while, Cheng Wenhao got up to take his leave and went to find his father, Cheng Xiangsong.

Although the business deal didn't go through, he gained valuable experience, and his father should praise him, right?

Cheng Wenhao secretly thought that he might have a few drinks with his father during dinner and subtly inquire about the shipment.

He entered the study, only to find that there was no one behind the desk, except for a few servants cleaning.

Cheng Wenhao casually asked, "Where is the master?"

"Young master, the master has been out for a while and has not returned yet."

Cheng Wenhao nodded and waved for the servants to leave.

He walked to the desk and casually flipped through the books on it. Most of these books were classics and historical texts, but Cheng Wenhao had never liked reading since childhood and had no interest in these classical Chinese texts. After flipping through a few pages, he put the books down with little interest.

My gaze fell on a corner of the desk, where a sandalwood box sat half-open, revealing a corner of yellow silk cloth inside.

Out of curiosity, he reached out and opened the box.

Inside was a book with the title "Commentary on the Zhuangzi" on the cover. He took the book out, opened it, and found a note tucked inside with a few lines of small writing on it.

Cheng Wenhao's gaze lingered on those few lines of small print for a moment, then he put the book back in the box, half-closed the lid, and returned everything to its original state before walking out of the study as if nothing had happened.