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

The crisp sound of the crystal curtains swaying and colliding in the hall, along with the sound of the curtain falling, floated into Feng Qiwu's ears.

Feng Qiwu turned around and said with a faint smile, "Of course, the account books were secretly replaced without their knowledge. What they burned were just a few wordless heavenly books."

Then he added, "How can such important evidence be burned just like that?"

There was a deep smile in his eyes and his aura was deep and powerful, just like a chess player who was strategizing. The others were just chess pieces on the board, and whether they took a dead end or a life path, all of which depended on him and his mood.

Once the destiny is determined and the overall situation is achieved, there is no way to reverse it.

Wen Ranyan seemed to have thought of something, and her smile deepened when she looked back, "Did you specially leave those account books that Miss Zhou got for her?"

Feng Qiwu looked into her eyes, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "I just want to give her another chance to choose. If she still cares about the Duke's Mansion and is hiding it, then wouldn't a family reunion in the underworld be what she wants?"

Wen Ranyan's eyes were fixed on him. "You really are a warm-hearted person."

These words sound well-intentioned, but if you think about it carefully, they are all tests, just like teasing a kitten or a puppy, which is really insidious.

Feng Qiwu accepted her compliment with a smile.

The gauze window on the right was open and wind blew in, making the crystal curtain in the hall ripple like green waves, which was very beautiful.

Wen Ranyan leaned against one side bonelessly, with her hands lightly clasped, her smile becoming more mischievous, full of playfulness and evil intentions.

She said in a leisurely tone: "Since we have the account books in our hands, why not throw one or two books in front of the Duke's Mansion every day to scare them so much that they lose their appetite."

Feng Qiwu looked at her in astonishment, then stepped forward and gently scratched her nose, smiling, "Why are you so mean?"

Wen Ranyan narrowed her eyes, "Don't tell me you don't have such thoughts in your mind."

Feng Qiwu gave her a look, his eyes full of mischief, and everything was said without words.

Wen Ranyan straightened up and glared at him, "What? Do you really want to throw it away?"

Feng Qiwu's eyebrows were shrouded in smoke, and his smile only grew. "If you like, it's not impossible."

While the two were talking, Wen Ranyan glanced sideways and saw a palace servant hurrying in outside the hall, as if he had something important to report.

Wen Ranyan retracted his gaze, then looked at Feng Qiwu and asked, "Who are you summoning again?"

Feng Qiwu gathered her sleeves, her brows were deep, and she smiled with an ambiguous meaning, "I summoned Prince Yongqing to come and ask about it. The climate in Liangzhou is always different from that in Beijing. I don't know if he will have trouble adapting to the climate there."

Wen Ranyan knew that he was looking for trouble again and it would definitely not be as simple as just a greeting.

Several days had passed since the ancestor worship ceremony when the account books were burned, and everything had been calm. Helian Yue must have been living very well these days, sleeping soundly every day and having a great appetite.

Feng Qiwu doesn't want him to live such a happy and easy life, so she will definitely find ways to make him uneasy. The more uneasy he is, the more likely he will become desperate. Then, she can catch him in one fell swoop with a legitimate reason.

At that time, the palace maids had already entered the palace and said that Prince Yongqing was already waiting in the imperial study.

After sending away the palace maids, Feng Qiwu invited Wen Ranyan to go with him, "Do you want to go to the imperial study together?"

Wen Ranyan knew how he would test and knock, and also expected what kind of frightened expression Helian Yue would show, so she immediately said with a lack of interest: "It's so boring, I won't go over."

As if she had thought of something, her eyes rolled around and her voice became more lively. "However, if it's about dropping the account books at the door of the Duke's Mansion, I'd be happy to help."

Feng Qiwu leaned close to her, the sunlight shining on his face, the pleasant glow making him look even more handsome, his eyes were like shattered star rays, so bright that they were burning.

He closed his eyelashes slightly, stared at her for a long while, then smiled and said, "Then we will split up."

Before leaving, Feng Qiwu held her slender waist, leaned over and kissed her on the lips again and again, and left with satisfaction after taking advantage of her enough.

As soon as the people left, the bedroom became completely quiet and there was silence for a long time.

Wen Ranyan picked up an account book at random and hid it in his sleeve, then jumped out of the palace wall.

She climbed the walls and flew over the glazed tiles with a nimble and agile figure.

When the wind blows and the sunlight is warm, her crimson skirt flutters like a fluttering butterfly, rising and falling in layers, just like the most prosperous scene in the world.

In just a cup of tea, Wen Ranyan's figure quietly lay on the wall of the Duke's Mansion. She clung to the wall and peeked inside. Her dark eyes rolled around, and she took in the entire layout of the mansion in an instant.

Although the Duke's Mansion is gradually declining, its former heritage still remains.

The mansion they lived in was handed down from their ancestors and was bestowed by the emperor. Naturally, it was extremely prosperous and magnificent, and the layout of the mansion was also somewhat more luxurious than that of ordinary officials' homes.

The hanging flower gate leads directly to the backyard, where several blood maple trees are planted. In midsummer, the maple leaves are still emerald green, but if you look closely, you can faintly see a hint of red on the leaf veins.

When the maple leaves reach their reddest in late autumn, it will be a prosperous and lush scene.

Going west from the backyard is the study where Duke Zhou handles daily affairs. The stretched branches of flowers are swaying in the gauze window, and the rich fragrance of flowers fills the entire mansion, refreshing the heart.

This arrangement is really comfortable, but too comfortable, which gave rise to such ambition.

Wen Ranyan easily avoided the guards patrolling the mansion and jumped onto the eaves of the study.

Then, she took out a fishing line and hung the account book in front of the study door, ensuring that Duke Zhou could see it at a glance.

After doing all this, Wen Ranyan did not leave immediately. Instead, she took out a big red fruit from her long sleeves, and sat lazily on the eaves to eat it. Her clothes fluttered, and her figure was as ethereal as a willow, and she looked like a flying fairy in the mural.

"Your Majesty has summoned Prince Yongqing to the palace?"

The sound of footsteps and voices came closer and closer.

The quiet courtyard suddenly became lively.

Noticing the movement, Wen Ranyan's eyes lit up and he immediately sat up straight, watching with great interest.

Duke Zhou stood with his hands behind his back, walked through the hanging flower gate and headed towards the study. Beside him was the housekeeper of the mansion, and the two were talking about something.

"But do you know why His Majesty summoned Prince Yongqing?" Duke Zhou felt inexplicably panicked.

The butler shook his head, "I don't know. Anyway, the dirty stuff has been burned clean. Your Majesty shouldn't be able to find anything. Duke, just relax."

Hearing this, Duke Zhou's panic disappeared, his eyebrows and eyes softened a little, and he said with a look of surprise: "Don't mention the burned things anymore, be careful of ears."

The butler slapped his mouth immediately, "I was wrong."

Seeing that he had listened, Duke Zhou's expression improved a little, but when he reached the study, he suddenly stopped.

What he saw was a booklet hanging at the door of the study, swaying in the wind.

The navy blue page was so familiar that it made the blood drain out of his body.

He turned his head with a pale face, his eyes full of torn fear, "Did you really burn all the dirty stuff on the day of the ancestor worship?"