Rebirth and Marriage: I am the Mistress of the Palace

However, Shen Wantang did not fall into negative emotions. She was strong-willed and calm, never complaining about herself or doing anything unnecessarily sentimental.

She only lived to be 28 years old in her previous life. It was normal that she didn't think some things through carefully in this life.

It was understandable that she habitually wanted to help her husband recover his losses. After all, she really treated the Ning Wang Mansion as her own home and managed it with great care.

However, she has learned a lesson and will not do such "good deeds" that harm herself and benefit others next time.

So, she looked at Xiao Qingyuan calmly: "I have never taken credit from the prince, and I don't need these credits. The credit for County Magistrate Ye's case belongs to the prince. Is the prince satisfied with this?"

Xiao Qingyuan inexplicably felt that Shen Wantang like this made him very uncomfortable. Her words seemed to be giving him a way out, but inexplicably there was a feeling of being left hanging in the air.

As a result, he was in a dilemma for a while. He couldn't scold her, nor did he know whether to scold her or not.

He felt annoyed. This was not what he had expected before coming here. Why did he always mess things up?

Princess Ning looked at her son's frowning face and sighed heavily, "Yuan'er, mother doesn't need you to make achievements or solve cases to catch criminals. I will be very satisfied if you just live a peaceful life for a few days."

"Be obedient and go back to the courtyard. You don't have to go to the Ministry of Justice or the Dali Temple anymore. Neither of those two places is suitable for you."

"Don't you like playing in the snow? It just so happens that new snow fell last night. Take your maids and servants and go play!"

Princess Ning's indulgence and love for her son are beyond words, but unfortunately, Xiao Qingyuan does not appreciate it.

"Mom, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? You're fooling me by playing with snow!"

Xiao Qingyuan said with a sullen face: "I don't want to play in the snow, I want to go to the Ministry of Justice! I promised Xin Huailin that I would help him solve the Xin family case, I can't break my promise! Damn Gu Qianhan wants to steal my credit, no way!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. No matter how Princess Ning called him, he did not look back.

"This bastard, I really can't control him anymore."

Princess Ning shook her head and took Shen Wantang's hand: "Tang'er, I really wronged you. Yuan'er misunderstood you. I apologize to you on his behalf. Please don't take it to heart. Husband and wife are one. They quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. Don't let these trivial things make a rift in your heart. In the future, he will know your goodness."

Shen Wantang smiled at her: "Mother is right, these are all trivial matters. If they are trivial matters, why are you apologizing to me? You are so polite, but do you not love me anymore?"

"Oh, how could that be? Mother naturally loves you, and will love you even more in the future!"

Shen Wantang's eyes curved, "That's good, I am indeed blessed!"

Her mother-in-law really treats her well, and she will continue to respect her mother-in-law.

As for Xiao Qingyuan... this thing about husband and wife being one, quarreling at the head of the bed and making up at the foot of the bed, that doesn't exist!

Estrangement? That was the least of it, because she and him had never been close to begin with, they were still very far apart!

After chatting with her mother-in-law for a while, Shen Wantang left her yard and returned to Wutong Garden.

As soon as they entered, Du Juan stepped forward and said, "Princess, Miss Gu sent someone to deliver a letter to you, saying that she invites you to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms!"

She said, handing over a letter.

Shen Wantang opened the letter and read it, then was slightly stunned.

Du Juan asked curiously: "Princess, what's wrong? Aren't you going to write a reply to Miss Gu?" Whether you go or not, you have to reply to her!

Shen Wantang handed her the letter: "No need to reply, just burn it!"

Du Juan was shocked: "Ah? Why? Didn't the letter ask you to go and enjoy the snow and plum blossoms? But the maid who delivered the letter said so!"

"The letter did invite me to go enjoy the snow and plum blossoms, but the letter was not written by Ah Ning."

Du Juan took the letter and said in confusion, "It wasn't written by Miss Gu? Then who wrote it to you? But the one who delivered the letter was indeed Miss Gu's maid. I saw her last time."

It was written by Gu Qianhan.

Shen Wantang said silently in his heart.

Du Juan was also taught to read by Shen Wantang. She opened the letter and read it, but didn't find anything wrong. She then hurriedly took out the letter that Gu Qianning had written to Shen Wantang and compared it word by word.

After the comparison, she was even more confused: "Princess, isn't the handwriting on this letter exactly the same as the one Miss Gu wrote to you before? Why do you say it wasn't written by her?"

Shen Wantang smiled and said, "Of course it's because some people can imitate other people's handwriting perfectly."

Du Juan's eyes widened. "Who imitated Miss Gu's handwriting? You said it was a perfect imitation, so how did you tell that the handwriting was different?"

Shen Wantang stretched out a finger and tapped the maid's head: "I didn't say the handwriting was different."

"The handwriting is exactly the same?"

"Yeah, exactly the same."

"Then how do you tell them apart?"

Shen Wantang smiled and pointed to his head: "Intuition."

Du Juan was stunned: "Is this possible?"

Shen Wantang chuckled, picked up a book and started reading: "I'm just kidding. Those who imitated Ah Ning's handwriting failed to imitate Ah Ning's personality. The feeling revealed between the lines is not Ah Ning."

Dujuan couldn't help but pick up the letter again and read it carefully three times.

"Atang, the plum blossoms at Jinchan Temple are in bloom. How about we go there together to enjoy the snow and the plum blossoms? Ah Ning."

Isn’t this just two lines of text?

How can we tell the character of the person who wrote the letter?

How could the master be so sure that the person who wrote the letter was not Miss Gu? What if it was? Wouldn't that make Miss Gu wait?

Du Juan hesitated for a long time, but finally burned the letter as Shen Wantang requested. After all, no matter who made the mistake, her master could not make the same mistake.

Golden Zen Temple.

Plum garden.

Gu Qianhan was dressed in a dark brocade robe and a black cloak. He stood under a tall plum tree, looking at the steps leading to the Jinchan Temple.

The plum blossoms are gorgeous in red, and the winter snow is vast in white.

It is windless and sunny today, and not too cold. Jinchan Temple is the nearest plum blossom viewing spot in the capital, so people come to the temple to enjoy the view from time to time.

But Gu Qianhan waited for a long time, but never saw the figure he wanted to see.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Too smart, hard to fool."

Jixiang asked hurriedly, "What did you say, young master? Do you mean that the Crown Prince's wife will not come?"

"Well, she probably realized that the letter was not written by An Ning."

"Ah? That shouldn't be the case. The handwriting you imitated is so good that even the young lady herself can't recognize it!"

"The problem may not be the handwriting."

"Where did that come from?"

“Maybe it’s the tone.”

Jixiang was a little confused: "What tone can be seen in a letter? Didn't you deliberately write a few sentences to avoid revealing flaws?"

Gu Qianhan plucked a plum blossom, and a smile appeared on his cold face: "Maybe it's because I wrote too little, so she saw it. She knew it was written by me, so she refused to come."