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

Jiang Yuliu relied on the fact that his father was a minister and did not take Shen Zhixiang seriously at all.

In his eyes, no matter whether they were ladies from wealthy families or poor families, their final fate was to get married and have children. The ladies might be loved and respected by men, but those poor women were just ordinary playthings.

When they are unhappy, they can be beaten and scolded, and vent their anger at will. When they are fed up with them, they may be sold to brothels. They are originally lowly creatures, and it is their luck to be noticed by others. Even if they are disabled or killed, their lives are still worthless.

How dare a poor and lowly person resist the powerful?

Only Shen Zhixiang was a heretic who imitated men and became an official. However, he heard that Shen Zhixiang was having an affair with Feng Zhuyue. Feng Zhuyue was the Prince of Nanyang, and his mother was the eldest princess of the late emperor and the aunt of the current emperor.

It’s not easy to enter the eldest princess’ house.

Shen Zhixiang is so out in public and flirting with men. If she wants to enter the Feng family, she will be skinned alive.

"Miss Shen, my father and Grand Tutor Shen are both officials in the court. They meet each other every day. How about we just forget about today's matter? I will invite Miss Shen to go boating and have tea some other day. What do you think?"

Jiang Yuliu's expression changed instantly, and he tried to establish a relationship with Shen Zhixiang with a smile on his face.

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell into silence.

All the common people looked at Shen Zhixiang, and Wen Ranyan was no exception.

In today's world, it is very difficult for people to get justice.

Their worthless lives are gone, so who will truly seek justice for them?

But even so, they still hope that there will be warmth and clarity in the world, and that there will be someone who truly cares about the people, rather than being hypocritical and saying one thing and doing another.

Facing so many scorching gazes, Shen Zhixiang did not show any fear and avoid them. Instead, she looked at Jiang Yuliu calmly and said in a stern voice, "Although I am a lowly official, even a lowly official must take it as his duty to plead for the people. If I knew who the murderer was and still let him go, what would I be doing as an official?"

Jiang Yuliu sensed something was wrong and stared at her with gloomy eyes.

How could this woman not give him face?

"Also, so what if I'm a woman? Women can also speak up for the people." Shen Zhixiang stood with her hands behind her back, her upright posture like a pine or bamboo, her character like the bright moon.

"I was born a girl and never felt ashamed of it. Instead, I worked harder and harder. But you, who obviously have an outstanding family background, do not do anything to benefit the country and the people. Instead, you take advantage of others' power and harm others' lives. People like you are not even human beings. You should be treated like animals."

Every word in this speech is sharp and unforgiving, but it makes people feel very refreshed.

"it is good."

Wen Ranyan clapped her hands in applause, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling brightly, even making the whole spring scenery dim a little.

Perhaps it was because she started it, the people watching also started clapping happily.

The sound of applause that came one after another was like a slap on Jiang Yuliu's face. He felt pain on his face, and his dignity as a man was thrown to the ground and crushed.

Jiang Yuliu stared at Shen Zhixiang, his face livid, furious: "Shen Zhixiang, you are so shameless, I will tell my father when I go back, and I will make you pay for it."

"let's go."

Jiang Yuliu frowned and swung his sleeves, wanting to take the servants back home.

Shen Zhixiang gave an order, stern and impartial: "Come here, take Mr. Jiang back."

"Shen Zhixiang, you..." Jiang Yuliu's eyes were red with anger.

"Go and stop them! Do you really want to watch me being taken away?" Seeing that she was serious, Jiang Yuliu was so scared that he pushed away the servant beside him to block the knife, and he took advantage of the chaos to stumble out.

Looking at his running back, Shen Zhixiang said calmly, "Chase him."

The sword-bearing guards obeyed the order and immediately chased in the direction where Jiang Yuliu ran.

Shen Zhixiang did not follow them, but walked to Wen Ranyan, dressed in a cold and serious manner, and asked gently: "Miss, are you okay? Were you frightened just now?"

Wen Ranyan met her concerned gaze and said with a smile, "Master Shen arrived just in time. I'm fine and not frightened."

After hearing this, Shen Zhixiang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. If that beast dares to disturb the young lady again in the future, you can come to the Dali Temple to find me. I will do my best to seek justice for you."

"There will be no future." Wen Ranyan's eyes were clear and her voice was gentle: "Lord Shen is fair and selfless. I believe that the beast will be brought to justice soon and pay for the lives of those dozens of dead souls."

Shen Zhixiang's lips moved and her brows furrowed slightly. How could it be that easy?

Jiang Yuliu is the son of the Shangshu. Even if the evidence is irrefutable, he will not be brought to justice so easily as long as his father is not overthrown.

But when she met Wen Ranyan's clear eyes that were full of trust, Shen Zhixiang only felt warm and comforted in her heart. No matter how much she worried, she didn't want to vent it out loud, which would make people anxious and worried in vain.

She smiled and responded, "Yes, the thief will be brought to justice soon, and there is no need for you to worry anymore."

Wen Ranyan nodded.

The already gloomy sky became even darker and gloomy. A cold wind whistled past, making the windows on all sides rattle.

Shen Zhixiang was going to catch some animals, so she said a few words to Wen Ranyan and then left.

The wind blew, and her bamboo-green official uniform fluttered in the wind. Her back was straight, neither bent nor bent. Her posture was like a painting of tranquility, divinity, and profound Zen.

Wen Ranyan looked at her leaving back, her almond-shaped eyes as deep as the dark clouds in the sky.

It seems that Shen Zhixiang is not the kind of woman who would be bewitched and bound by a man. Although she is a girl, she can work diligently for a goal.

When faced with the suppression of power, she could remain neither humble nor arrogant, and never give in. Such a woman seemed to be prepared to remain single for her whole life, so how could she get involved with Feng Zhuyue?

At that time, the food was served, and Wen Ranyan was playing with the bamboo chopsticks thoughtfully.

Just now, when she was close to him, she seemed to smell the strange fragrance coming from Shen Zhixiang, which was like...

"Madam, are you thinking about what happened just now?" Sijin happened to speak, interrupting her thoughts.

Wen Ranyan collected his thoughts and looked up at her: "What?"

When Sijin thought of that beast, she still hated him so much that her teeth itched. She scolded him softly, "It was the Shangshu's son Jiang Yuliu. He is so tactless that he even dared to tease the master's people. When I go back and tell the master, I will make him regret coming to this world."

Wen Ranyan frowned and sneered inaudibly: "There's no need to bother with a dying person."

Sijin didn't hear clearly: "Madam, what did you say?"

Wen Ranyan shook her head, a faint light flashed in her eyes, and she smiled in an unfathomable way: "Nothing..."

at the same time.

On the long street a hundred miles away, teams of soldiers holding spears and wearing armor marched in an orderly manner.

As they walked, the friction between weapons and armor jingled, like the long-running heavy sound of an ancient bell, which was solemn and cold.

The leader, Feng Qiwu, sat on a horse, dressed in a red dress, looking elegant and arrogant.

Such a scene shocked the people so much that they all gave way and bowed.

Soon, Feng Qiwu's fierce horse stopped at the gate of the mansion of the Minister of Revenue, Jiang Beiwang.