Wen Yao has a tone of deep sisterly love and has no choice but to help her sister achieve her wish. This sounds believable to outsiders. She can't write two words of "Wen" in one sentence. If a family of sisters has conflicts, they still have to deal with real problems.
Want to help.
This is the bondage of blood, and no one can escape.
Chen Xinru happened to hear clearly, Wen Yao wanted to seize the position of Princess Xuan for her sister?
What a big ambition!
How could Chen Xinru watch them succeed?
She didn't even dare to think about the position of Princess Xuan. At most, she could strive for a concubine, which was obtained by her brother's service in front of Prince Xuan.
Wen Wen is a merchant girl. Not only does her sister marry Prince Jing, but she also wants to marry Prince Xuan. Are the Wen sisters going to heaven?
The boy hadn't left yet. Looking at Chen Xinru's face, he found that the eldest lady really knew what was going on.
"Ladies, please use it slowly. If you need anything, call the younger one. The younger one will step back."
When the boy was about to leave, Chen Xinru stopped him and handed him a piece of silver, which weighed five taels. It was already a huge sum of money for a boy.
"You keep an eye on the woman just now. When her guests come, leave the door open, and the money will be yours."
The boy understood: "You want to eavesdrop?"
Chen Xinru's face turned ugly, and eavesdropping was not a good thing.
"Hey, look at this little one's mouth, how could he be eavesdropping?
This is caring for friends, but you don’t need to go to the door. I will arrange for them to come to the next room later. The window is open and you can hear it from the window. There is no need to be so unsightly at the door."
Chen Xinru smiled, the waiter in this store is on the way!
He was also rewarded with five taels of silver, and the young man happily retired to make arrangements, making a small fortune.
After a while, the window next door opened and someone knocked on the window. Chen Xinru and others understood that this was an arrangement.
The person she was playing with was a relative of the Zongzheng family in the Zongren Mansion. Qiu Qingying, who she originally wanted to introduce to Yuan Rui, was taken care of by Yuanhua, and she turned yellow before even seeing him.
There was also Xu Jiaoru from Jiangxia Marquis, who had issues with the Wen family. Xu Jiaoru was splashed with excrement by Wen Chen, and her marriage was difficult. She simply hated Wen Chen.
Those young men would cover their noses when they saw her, as if she was disgusting. It had been so long, and even if she had been soaked in a cesspit, she no longer had any smell.
They listened to what was going on next door with their ears raised, and there was no word from Wen Yao. It was all Wen Yao's orders. Wen Yao actually wanted to take action at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. How brave.
Wen Yao didn't need to do anything. When the time came, Wen Yao would arrange the manpower for her to have a private meeting with King Xuan, and then she would take the queen and others to break it up. Then King Xuan would have to take responsibility and had no choice but to marry Wen Wen.
When the time comes, Wen Yao asks Prince Jing's palace to put pressure on her, and she must be the royal concubine. Otherwise, Wen Yao will go to Dali Temple to sue King Xuan for forcing an underage girl to serve him, ruining King Xuan's reputation.
A vicious tactic, but brutally effective.
Chen Xinru's eyes flashed with excitement. This was Warmth's opportunity, but it was also her opportunity!
"You go back. You have been more peaceful recently. You are not allowed to go out. The big sister you want will help you make arrangements. This is also to protect our sisters' friendship. I can't do anything about whether you will live well in the future."
"Thank you, big sister, I will remember it."
Wen Wen's voice was very low, almost inaudible. They were not very familiar with Wen Wen, so they didn't think much about it.
Then there was the sound of the door opening and footsteps, and Nuan Nuan left.
Chen Xinru and others looked at each other, and their eyes flashed with unknown meaning.
Xu Jiaoru said: "Let's watch a good show then. It's getting late. I have to go home. We'll make an appointment next time."
"Okay, walk slowly, I won't see you off."
Chen Xinru watched her leave with a sneer on her lips. Could it be that she also had other thoughts?
Qiu Qingying said: "Miss Chen, what are you going to do?"
"Let's talk about it then. This matter is not urgent. We need to consider it in the long term. Miss Qiu, what are your plans for the future?"
Qiu Qingying said with a bitter face: "What can I plan? Prince Yuan has no chance at all, and I don't want to marry into the royal family. I just need to be a good match and a good person."
My family has been giving me choices recently, but I don’t like any of them.”
Chen Xinru's eyes lit up, "What do you think of my brother?"
Chen Songyuan?
The Chen family also has a title, and Chen Songyuan is also good-looking. He is King Xuan's right-hand man. Qiu Qingying can also accept such a young talent.
She said shyly: "Ms. Chen's brother is naturally good, but I'm afraid I'm not good enough for him."
"When we marry, we should look for someone with a high family status. There is no one who is worthy of us. Let's keep kissing each other in the future. How wonderful!"
Qiu Qingying stopped talking and looked acquiesced.
Chen Xinru laughed and asked her to do things for him. Why worry about the big thing?
They could eavesdrop, and so could Wen Yao. When they heard Chen Xinru wooing Qiu Qingying, they laughed. They all had their own plans.
After Chen Xinru and the others left, Wen Yao went downstairs. Zhiqin was waiting outside. She was the one who left just now pretending to be Wen Nuan.
"Go back."
The carriage started. Not long after leaving, the driver suddenly tightened the reins. Wen Yao almost fell to the ground. Zhiqin scolded: "Old Zhangtou, how did you drive the carriage? Can you afford to pay for the fall of the eldest lady?"
The coachman said: "Miss Zhiqin, I had to stop because I almost hit someone."
"Did you hit it?"
Wen Yao came out, and a young man who looked like a beggar fell to the ground. He had messy hair, a straight nose, and a faint smile on the corners of his lips, giving him a ruthless handsomeness.
"Oh, my leg is broken, you have to compensate me..."
His eyes were always staring at Wen Yao. He was sharp and charming, not like an ordinary beggar.
Wen Yao understood clearly: "Is it broken? Then ask a doctor to take a look. I will be responsible for how much it costs."
Instructing the coachman: "You go and show him, I will go back by myself. The amount required will be recorded in the account."
"Yes, Miss, walk slowly."
"Hey, you can't leave. You are the master. What kind of master can a slave do? You clearly don't want to take responsibility. No, you must accompany me to see the doctor!"
Wen Yao asked funnyly: "Are you sure you broke your leg? Are you sure you want me to handle it?"
"Sure!"
"Okay, as you wish, Lao Zhangtou, go find some people to carry him to the backyard of our inn."
The beggar didn't panic. He changed into a comfortable position and lay down, as if this was not a dirt floor but a high bed with soft pillows. His lazy and wanton demeanor made his gentle eyes darker.
Soon, the innkeeper took the man away and placed him directly on the table. To the beggar's surprise, he tied him up with a rope.
"What do you want to do?"
The gentle, gentle and innocent man pressed him and said, "Isn't your leg broken? I'll help you take a look. I'm tying you up to prevent you from moving around. If the break is even worse, you become a lame."
Don’t I want to support you for the rest of my life?”