After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Prime Minister Wen felt as if he had been humiliated. His eyes flickered and his face suddenly turned ashen.

He frowned and looked at Wen Ningwan, saying angrily, "Ningwan, don't talk while eating or sleeping. Have you forgotten all the rules I taught you in the past?"

In the past, this legitimate daughter made him proud, and it was no big deal even if she was a little spoiled. But today, she embarrassed him in front of Feng Qiwu and brought shame to the Prime Minister's Mansion. It was obvious that he had spoiled her too much on weekdays, making her unable to understand the situation.

A lowly concubine's daughter, she could be bullied in any way she wanted on weekdays, but she had to do it in front of Feng Qiwu...

Wen Ningwan stared at Prime Minister Wen in a daze, her face full of grievance: "Father...?"

She never imagined that her father, who doted on her so much on weekdays, would scold her like this, and the instigator of everything was the daughter born by that lowly maid, who was as lowly as her mother.

Does she really think that she can rest easy with Feng Qiwu protecting her?

A powerful official who even the emperor is afraid of will one day be pulled down from the altar. Without power, he will live a life worse than a dog.

By then, everyone can step on her, and this lowly concubine's daughter will be no exception, and may even be even more miserable than her.

Wen Ningwan thought with malice, but because Madam Wen winked at her, she finally suppressed her resentment and said nothing more.

Finally, Prime Minister Wen reminded again: "Ning Wan, you are a lady from a noble family. There are some things that you cannot say or do. Do you know your mistakes?"

Wen Ningwan lowered her head and said weakly, "Father, Ning Wan knows she was wrong."

Hearing this, Prime Minister Wen's expression changed from gloomy to bright. He tilted his head and said, "Lord Feng, I didn't teach my daughter well, but my daughter already knows she was wrong, so please don't blame me."

Feng Qiwu raised his thin lips slightly, looking around and saying: "Madam, are you satisfied?"

Wen Ranyan's eyelids drooped slightly, and her soft voice was filled with indescribable understanding and tenderness: "I know my sister meant no harm, and I just said it casually. Who knew it would cause such unpleasantness? I really shouldn't have done that."

Wen Ningwan: “…” Why do these words sound so irritating?

Prime Minister Wen's lips moved, but he endured it and finally said nothing.

After the banquet, Feng Qiwu somehow became interested and played chess with Prime Minister Wen in the flower hall.

Wen Ranyan felt bored, so she went out to the back garden to relax.

In spring, the scenery of the garden is quite beautiful, with pear blossoms and crabapple blossoms in full bloom, delicate flowers emitting fragrance in the wind, and fine trees thriving.

Willows sway by the river, with a small bridge and a pavilion hidden among them. It is strange and beautiful, as if it were in a painting.

Wen Ranyan lifted her skirt and wanted to sit in the pavilion.

As soon as she reached the willow tree under the pavilion, she met Wen Ningwan.

Wen Ningwan was probably following her. Just now, Wen Ranyan had made her lose face in the hall. Now that there was no one around, she waved her sleeves and walked up to Wen Ranyan, with her chin raised and an arrogant look on her face, looking very domineering.

Wen Ranyan looked at her with a smile, her almond eyes sparkling, but deep inside they were filled with the coldness of winter. She said, "Sister, what a coincidence."

Wen Ningwan paused while playing with the jade tassel on her waist, and suddenly rolled her eyes at her, saying unhappily, "Unfortunately, I came here specially to look for you."

Wen Ranyan met her eyes and asked knowingly, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Of course I'm here to collect a debt from you." Wen Ningwan walked up to her, looked her over with her domineering phoenix eyes, and suddenly sneered, "When you first came to Beijing, you were timid and silent. Now, I just said a few words to you, but you chased me like a dog. You're living a good life with Feng Qiwu protecting you, right?"

After hearing what she said, Wen Ranyan's face turned pale, she bit her lips with her pearly teeth, and tears flashed in her eyes: "Sister, are you really angry with me? I didn't think about what I said at the banquet, I really didn't mean it."

"Sister, please forgive me." Wen Ranyan bent her fingers and gently pulled her sleeves.

Wen Ningwan's anger was instantly ignited. She brushed away Wen Ranyan's hand and said angrily, "My clothes are all made of Shu brocade. How can you touch them casually?"

She patted the places that Wen Ranyan had touched, as if she had encountered some plague god, and the disgust between her brows was almost impossible to conceal.

When Wen Ranyan saw her actions, he stood there at a loss, but there was an incomprehensible smile in his eyes.

No matter how Wen Ningwan took the photos, she felt uncomfortable. She always felt that the places she touched were stained with poverty, which made her feel uncomfortable. "You are such a rude thing. If you want to talk, just talk. Why are you touching me? Also, didn't I tell you not to call me sister? Do you not understand what I am saying, or are you trying to disgust me on purpose?"

Wen Ranyan was like a person made of water. After hearing these harsh words, her almond eyes were already misty: "I didn't, I didn't mean it..."

Wen Ningwan looked down on her behavior, so she lowered her eyebrows and snorted softly: "Why are you crying in front of me? I am not a man, I will never be gentle with women. Besides, you are so unruly. As the daughter of the prime minister, I will teach you some rules today, so that you won't embarrass our prime minister's family in public."

She gathered her gold-thread cuffs, her phoenix eyes showing great pride, and she looked very superior.

Wen Ranyan looked at her, her eyes clear.

In an instant, Wen Ningwan's eyes focused, and she said with great momentum, "Kneel down."

Wen Ranyan's eyes were dark, and against the backdrop of the beautiful scenery, there was an indelible strangeness: "Sister, do you really want to force me like this? I'm afraid you can't bear my kneeling."

Wen Ningwan seemed to have heard something funny, her eyes full of sarcasm and ridicule: "How can you not afford it? Do you really think that you can fly to the top by borrowing Feng Qiwu's power? In the end, you are still a lowly child born of a maid. You will always have to kowtow in front of me, a legitimate daughter. Today, I tell you to kneel, and you will never be able to stand again."

She said this in an arrogant and domineering manner, as if she was throwing Wen Ranyan's face to the ground and stepping on it again and again, refusing to stop even if it was crushed.

Wen Ranyan stroked her fingertips, and Wen Juan's voice sounded meaningful: "It's a pity that you didn't listen to my kind advice..."

Wen Ningwan thought she was scared, so she raised her eyebrows and looked even more arrogant and proud: "Kneel down, no one here can save you."

"Indeed, there's no one around here..." Wen Ranyan lowered her eyebrows and smiled slightly. The little spider on her wrist was a little more lively than before.

When Wen Ningwan saw her smile, she felt a sudden chill all over her body, but she didn't know why. She just thought it was just the changing spring weather, and soon she didn't take it seriously.

Wen Ranyan gently stroked the little thing on her wrist. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from afar, and a piece of deep red clothes seemed to pass by her eyes.

She immediately suppressed her murderous intent, and tears filled her eyes again. Her frail body was shaky and her little face was as pale as paper, looking so pitiful.

As the footsteps got closer, Wen Ranyan fell backwards like a fragile young bird.