After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

Zhao Cai, following Zhao Xingzhou's orders, went to Yanzhi Lane to investigate and track the old woman.

He had been with the old woman for two days and two nights, and the old woman had not done anything special.

He always went out to buy vegetables alone, carrying a tattered bamboo basket. He would buy the cheapest vegetables and then stagger home carrying the tattered basket and leaning on a stick.

It’s called a home, but it looks even worse than the Zhao family’s pigsty.

Many of the tiles on the roof were broken, probably because there was no money to repair them, so they were all covered with thatch.

But it seems that if there is a storm, this broken house won't be able to block much rain.

Zhao Cai himself began to wonder where such a poor old woman living in a shabby house got the brocade clothes.

At noon, Zhao Cai was dozing on the roof not far away when he saw a familiar figure.

A woman in a worn-out pink coat entered the old woman's house.

Zhao Cai was shocked. Wasn't that the young master's fiancée, Wang Yirong, the concubine of the Minister of Revenue?

After all, she was the daughter of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. How could a lady from a wealthy family run to a brothel alone and even enter that old woman's house!

Zhao Cai was shocked but also happy in his heart. The young master was worried about his marriage, so it was unnecessary for him to watch it at this moment.

He returned to Zhao's Trading Company and told Zhao Xingzhou everything he had seen.

When Zhao Xingzhou heard that it was the illegitimate daughter of the Wang family who did it, the look of disgust on his usually gentle face couldn't be more obvious.

The scene of Wang Yirong moving silks, satins, and jewelry in the store like a hungry ghost pouncing on food emerged in his mind again.

Greedy, vulgar, and not at all like a lady from an aristocratic family.

No decent girl would go to brothels. Even if his father wanted him to get into the official career, the Zhao family would never accept such a girl!

Without bothering to check the accounts of the previous day, Zhao Xingzhou could not wait to return to the Zhao Mansion and told his father exactly what Zhao Cai had said.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Father Zhao was incredulous.

Zhao Xingzhou looked at his father and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Cai will definitely not be wrong. Father, are you willing to let a girl like this marry you?"

Faced with Zhao Xingzhou's question, Zhao's father did not answer, but just paced back and forth in the study, his brows furrowed.

"This matter cannot be publicized."

Father Zhao stopped and looked at Zhao Xingzhou. "Your marriage with the second daughter of the Wang family has been settled. If you regret it now, it will be a slap in Lord Wang's face. Then we will have trouble moving forward in the future, not to mention in the capital, but in the entire Daning."

Zhao Xingzhou frowned and asked, "Father, do you still want me to marry her?"

Father Zhao patted him on the shoulder and said with a kind smile, "I will send someone to find out about this matter."

Zhao Xingzhou looked at his father's expression and it seemed that he had no intention of breaking off the engagement with the Wang family.

When it comes to interests, his thoughts are never important.

Zhao Xingzhou looked indifferent, with a hint of disappointment, "Yes, I still have to go to the business, so I'll leave first."

Father Zhao did not hear the disappointment in his words and said lovingly, "Go."

Zhao Xingzhou left the study.

It seems that his father is determined to marry into the Wang family.

Since his father is unwilling to cancel the engagement, let him do it.

In Wang Qing's house, in the room filled with the scent of sandalwood, Mrs. Wang was helping Wang Jingshu pack her things.

There were five agarwood boxes on the ground, filled with Wang Jingshu's clothes, shoes and socks.

Wang Jingshu was wearing a light blue silk jacket with silver embroidery and rabbit fur trimmed in it. She had three golden flowers and two white jade hairpins on her hair. She looked elegant and noble, and was directing the maid to add jewelry to the box.

Mrs. Wang was wearing a turmeric brocade outer garment with gray auspicious cloud patterns, and a skirt made of the same fabric underneath. She wore several jade hairpins and an extremely crystal emerald hairpin on her head.

Both mother and daughter are luxurious.

Wang Qing had just come off the throne and was still wearing his red official robes. He frowned at the mother and daughter, looking somewhat displeased, "Shu'er, reduce the amount of things and make some room for your sister!"

Wang Jingshu put down the clothes in her hands, a little angry, "She wants to go too! Isn't she engaged to that businessman?"

Wang Qing smiled, with a hint of disdain on his lips, "Things are different now. This time, there will be other children from noble families coming to pray."

Rather than businessmen, the support of his colleagues in the court can help him.

Jiang Fu has been imprisoned, and the entire Ministry of Revenue is now under his control. He is just waiting for the Dali Temple to convict Jiang Fu.

Wang Jingshu threw the clothes in her hands into the box in dissatisfaction, and sat on the stool sulking, "But my daughter won't be able to take many clothes with her this way.

Mother has already found out that there will be many young ladies from aristocratic families going with her this time, and my daughter cannot afford to be outdone by His Royal Highness Prince Jing before the New Year."

Mrs. Wang agreed, "Yes, Master, there are many people going this time, and our daughter cannot be outdone!"

Wang Qing sat down beside her and patted his arm, "Don't worry about that. The position of Princess Jing belongs to you."

"But father, I haven't seen His Highness for more than half a month. His Highness always says he will come to see me, but then he changes his mind halfway." Wang Jingshu twisted the handkerchief in her hand angrily.

Madam Wang put down the clothes she was sorting and said, "Yes! Master, I heard that many people have been going to Prince Jing's Mansion recently!"

The king glanced at her and said, "I have asked, Your Highness was busy. As for the woman who went there, Your Highness King Jing did not see her a second time."

Seeing that Wang Jingshu was still sulking, Wang Qing comforted her, "Men can't be like you girls, indulging in love affairs all day long."

Wang Jingshu was still very unhappy, but after calming down and thinking carefully about what Wang Qing said, Wang Jingshu felt that there was some truth in it.

Before, His Royal Highness Prince Jing had invited her to travel with him and to talk with him. She could feel his love for her.

Once she arrived at Longhua Temple, she had plenty of time to meet with His Royal Highness Prince Jing.

Your Highness Prince Jing, she will not give it to anyone!

In another dilapidated courtyard in the mansion, Wang Yirong, wearing a worn pink silk jacket, was also tidying up the somewhat empty wardrobe.

Although there are not many clothes, they are still arranged neatly.

The maid packed the few luggage that Wang Yirong had. There were only three cotton robes in the closet that could be changed. They had been worn for many years and had become a little white due to washing.

The maid couldn't help complaining, "Miss, why did you give such fine fabric to that old woman? You haven't bought any new clothes in the past two years."

Wang Yirong was sorting other things, with no expression on her face. "If I keep that kind of stuff in the house, my eldest sister will take it away. Even if she doesn't take it away, she will destroy it. It's better to give it away."

The little maid had nothing to refute. The mansion was run by the mistress. Wang Jingshu was a legitimate daughter, while her mistress was a concubine's daughter, so she was destined to be tolerant.

But seeing the huge difference between her life and Wang Jingshu's, the maid couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you use the things you got from Zhao's business?"

Wang Yirong replied: "Did you see the expression on the face of the young master of the Zhao family when he came with the matchmaker to see her?"

The maid thought for a moment and said, "Then Mr. Zhao has no expression on his face."

Wang Yirong pursed her lips and said, "No expression means I don't like it. You have to save the money, because you may not get it in the future."

The maid was puzzled. "Since Master Zhao doesn't like you, why did you go and get so many things last time? Aren't you worried that Master Zhao will have a worse impression of you?"

"What's wrong with that? They have so much money, it won't hurt if I take some!"

Wang Yirong didn't stop tidying up the cabinets, "They want to borrow me to get close to the rich and powerful, so it's okay for me to take some of their things!"

The maid frowned, looking worried, "Is this okay? I always feel that if you do this, your future son-in-law will only hate you even more!"

Wang Yirong smiled and said, "Abi, do you know what my father told me yesterday?"

"What did you say?"

"He asked me to go to Longhua Temple to look for a new husband. My father doesn't like the Zhao family at all!" After saying that, she took out a bottle of medicine, "Do you know what this is?"

Abi shook her head.

"Aphrodisiac! My father gave it to me." Wang Yirong stared at the bottle in her hand. "Who do you think I should choose?"