Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 67

“Where do you think she went?” Wen Zhuojin looked up and asked Jinrui.

“I don’t know, miss. All I know is that your health is the most important. If someone truly wants to leave, forcing them to stay won’t work.” Jinrui said, pulling Wen Zhuojin firmly, her expression a mix of anger and heartache.

That woman wasn’t worth Wen Zhuojin’s devotion.

Wen Zhuojin’s expression was worse than if she had been crying.

“Miss, get in the carriage. Even if we’re looking for someone, the carriage will be faster.” Jinrui added.

Jinrui’s interruption helped Wen Zhuojin’s mind start working again.

Where could her beautiful sister have gone?

Her vision was still blurry, and she would get out of breath after walking just a few steps. Without help, how could she have left the estate?!

Was she taken by force, or did she leave on her own?

If this wasn’t the first time, then…

Who could she have contacted?

Wen Zhuojin thought for a moment, and suddenly, a name popped into her mind.

Qing Chenning.

her beautiful sister had wanted to eat phoenix pastries, and only Qing Chenning’s shop had them. The shopkeeper, who had been there for over a decade, said they didn’t have any, but after Qing Chenning returned, they suddenly did.

At the estate in Wujiu Lane, she had seen Qing Chenning!

At the time, she thought it was just a coincidence.

But if…

The more Wen Zhuojin thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and she shook her head vigorously.

It was all just speculation.

Wen Zhuojin pushed aside her suspicions and decided to focus on finding her beautiful sister first. What if she had been kidnapped?

With no leads in any direction, Wen Zhuojin decided to head toward Qing’s pastry shop, as Qing Chenning also lived in that area.

Running on foot would be too slow, so Wen Zhuojin got into the carriage, though she didn’t go inside. Instead, she sat next to the coachman, telling Jinrui to get inside.

Jinrui wanted to say something, but seeing Wen Zhuojin’s expression, she swallowed her words.

Wen Zhuojin told the coachman where to go, and the carriage sped through the rain.

The rain was misty, and the wind blew the droplets into her face, cold and stinging, making it hard for Wen Zhuojin to keep her eyes open. Still, she forced herself to look around.

The streets were empty, with only a few people hurrying home or taking shelter in shops. There was no sign of the familiar figure she was looking for.

At this point, searching the streets for someone seemed futile.

Should she barge into people’s homes?

The chances were slim, but Wen Zhuojin decided to search the surrounding area anyway.

After a while, a small group of armored imperial guards approached, blocking Wen Zhuojin’s carriage.

“Who are you? Show your identification!” the leader of the guards demanded.

Wen Zhuojin frowned, not in the mood for polite small talk, and handed over her identification.

“Who’s in the carriage? Open it up!” the guard said after glancing at her identification.

Wen Zhuojin stepped aside and opened the carriage door for them to inspect.

Inside, only Jinrui sat, and the carriage was otherwise empty.

The guard waved them on, and the carriage continued forward. Wen Zhuojin noticed several similar groups of guards, seemingly searching house by house.

There had been searches before, but never this strict, especially in the pouring rain.

She didn’t know what they were looking for, and it wasn’t her concern. All she cared about was finding her beautiful sister.

As the carriage moved forward, Wen Zhuojin suddenly remembered something: her beautiful sister didn’t have any identification!

These guards were searching house by house, checking identification. Those without it would be arrested.

If that was the case, she wondered if her beautiful sister had been caught.

Wen Zhuojin thought for a moment, and when they encountered another group of guards, she got out of the carriage and offered some silver to ask questions.

“We haven’t found them yet. The fugitive really picked a good time to escape in this rain!” the guard leader said angrily.

Wen Zhuojin thanked them for their hard work and, after the search, told the coachman to change direction.

She should head in a direction the guards hadn’t searched yet.

The coachman took a side road toward Qing’s pastry shop.

The roads they took were empty, with no shops or people in sight.

As they were about to exit a deserted alley, Wen Zhuojin caught sight of two people.

“Wait!” Wen Zhuojin called for the carriage to stop, her teeth chattering from the cold.

Ahead, Wen Zhuojin recognized the figure she had been searching for.

It was her beautiful sister, being carried on someone’s back, heading straight toward her.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the person carrying her was none other than Qing Chenning!

In an instant, the joy of finding her beautiful sister mixed with the sharp pain of having her suspicions confirmed.

Qing Chenning, carrying Yan Qinglan on her back, looked in Wen Zhuojin’s direction with a complicated expression.

The Vice Minister of Revenue they had gone to see today had already been bribed. Everything before this had been an act.

Meeting the Vice Minister of Revenue was like walking into a trap, as they had been waiting to capture them.

Fortunately, Yan Zisang was brave and held off the attackers, while the embroidered uniform guards who had been following them distracted the pursuers with a carriage, allowing Qing Chenning to escape with Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan was weak and couldn’t walk far, especially in the rain, so Qing Chenning carried her.

Originally, Qing Chenning had planned to find another carriage nearby and take Yan Qinglan to her own home.

But the imperial guards seemed to have been prepared, quickly spreading out to search for them.

Qing Chenning and Yan Qinglan didn’t dare show themselves and could only take deserted paths.

Given the intensity of the guards’ search, it was unlikely they could get Yan Qinglan to safety before being caught.

Just as they were at a loss, Yan Qinglan told her to chase a carriage.

Using her familiarity with the area, Qing Chenning took a shortcut and intercepted the carriage. When they came face to face, Qing Chenning realized the carriage belonged to Wen Zhuojin.

“Put me down, You should go first.” Yan Qinglan said, glancing at Wen Zhuojin on the carriage.

“Your Highness, are you sure?” Qing Chenning asked.

Qing Chenning wasn’t entirely sure if Wen Zhuojin could be trusted.

“No need to ask more,” Yan Qinglan said, her voice steady but cold.

Qing Chenning fell silent and was about to set Yan Qinglan down when Wen Zhuojin’s carriage approached. Before the carriage even came to a complete stop, Wen Zhuojin jumped out.

Wen Zhuojin’s fists were clenched, her eyes red. Her usually gentle features now carried a sharp edge. Her boots splashed through the puddles as she rushed toward Yan Qinglan.

As Qing Chenning released Yan Qinglan and looked up, she met Wen Zhuojin’s fierce gaze. Qing Chenning’s heart tightened, sensing murderous intent in Wen Zhuojin’s eyes.

Wen Zhuojin grabbed Yan Qinglan’s arm and pulled her toward herself, while her other hand formed a fist and struck Qing Chenning’s face.

Qing Chenning cried out in pain, the force sending her stumbling back into the muddy water.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t get a chance to throw a second punch, as Yan Qinglan grabbed her arm.

“Stop hitting her.” Yan Qinglan said, shivering from the rain, her voice trembling.

Meeting on the road like this was indeed strange, and it would be difficult to explain.

But with pursuers behind them, this wasn’t the time for fighting or talking.

Wen Zhuojin, seeing Yan Qinglan defending Qing Chenning, felt her clenched fist tremble. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her breathing grew more ragged.

Qing Chenning, clutching her bruised face, cursed her luck. Seeing Wen Zhuojin’s murderous expression, she took advantage of the moment when Yan Qinglan was holding Wen Zhuojin back and quickly ran away.

Wen Zhuojin wanted to chase her, but Yan Qinglan held onto her arm.

“Ah Zhuo, it’s cold. Let’s get in the carriage.” Yan Qinglan said.

Her voice was as soft and gentle as always, but it only made Wen Zhuojin’s heart ache more.

Wen Zhuojin looked back at Yan Qinglan, and before Yan Qinglan could say anything else, Wen Zhuojin scooped her up in her arms and carried her to the carriage. She kicked the carriage door open and placed Yan Qinglan inside.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t get in but looked out at the direction Qing Chenning had fled.

Qing Chenning didn’t look back, running as fast as she could without hesitation, soon disappearing around a corner.

Wen Zhuojin watched Qing Chenning run away, her anger mixed with disdain. She gritted her teeth but didn’t get out of the carriage to chase her.

“Let’s go back to the fragrance shop first!” Wen Zhuojin said to the coachman after a moment of thought.

The fragrance shop was the closest.

Inside the carriage, Jinrui was thinking about how to comfort Wen Zhuojin when, suddenly, Wen Zhuojin shoved someone into the carriage—a woman soaked from the rain.

Jinrui’s expression changed, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

“Jinrui, put on your oilcloth coat and go outside. If you see any imperial guards, let me know immediately.” Wen Zhuojin said as she entered the carriage.

“Alright.” Jinrui said softly, bending down to exit the carriage.

When only Wen Zhuojin and Yan Qinglan were left in the carriage, Wen Zhuojin stared at Yan Qinglan, her eyes bloodshot, her suppressed emotions swirling in her gaze.

In the past, Yan Qinglan might have been deceived by her scoundrel “ex-husband,” unable to let go of years of feelings. Wen Zhuojin had been willing to wait, to be the best she could be, to show her what true care was.

But what was this about her secretly meeting with Qing Chenning?!

And not just once!

Wen Zhuojin felt as if something was tightening around her heart, causing unbearable pain. Words stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Yan Qinglan’s clothes clung to her skin, uncomfortable and cold.

Seeing Wen Zhuojin’s expression, Yan Qinglan’s mood calmed somewhat.

Ever since she saw Wen Zhuojin and her cousin enter the shop together, Yan Qinglan’s already low spirits had plummeted.

An inexplicable sense of resentment had risen within her.

She had suppressed it because there were “important matters” to attend to.

But those “important matters” had gone terribly wrong.

Running through the heavy rain to escape capture.

The golden fish talisman was still on her, and Yan Qinglan wanted to hide it.

Even if she were caught, it could save her life for the time being.

As she thought about where to hide it, Yan Qinglan saw Wen Zhuojin’s carriage and Wen Zhuojin herself.

Even though she thought Wen Zhuojin was about to marry someone else, Yan Qinglan instinctively felt that Wen Zhuojin would protect her, at least not betray her, as long as her identity remained unknown.

Even if they couldn’t escape and were unfortunate enough to encounter the imperial guards, she could pretend to hold a dagger to Wen Zhuojin’s throat, clearing Wen Zhuojin of any involvement.

No matter what, this might be their last meeting.

She shouldn’t have stayed from the beginning.

Seeing Wen Zhuojin sewing a wedding dress, preparing to marry, Yan Qinglan had felt extremely uncomfortable, yet she still couldn’t bring herself to leave.

She really shouldn’t have.

This time, it was truly time to leave.

Yan Qinglan clutched the pouch containing the golden fish talisman in one hand and a dagger in the other, looking at Wen Zhuojin. She didn’t know what Wen Zhuojin had misunderstood, but since this was their last meeting, there was no need to explain. Just as the thought crossed her mind, Yan Qinglan felt a tight grip around her waist, and her body collided with a cold, soft surface. She met Wen Zhuojin’s bloodshot eyes.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t speak, only reached out to untie Yan Qinglan’s belt, causing her robe to fall open.

Yan Qinglan shrank back slightly, struggling to block Wen Zhuojin’s hands.

“What, you don’t even want me to touch you now?” Wen Zhuojin said, her tone mocking but trembling.

“…” Yan Qinglan felt as if she didn’t recognize Wen Zhuojin anymore. There was a ruthlessness and wickedness about her.

This little rascal was really out of control!

Wen Zhuojin’s movements were rough, her strength overwhelming. Yan Qinglan’s attempts to stop her were futile, and in just a few moments, her clothes were nearly torn off.

Her pale skin glistened with water, and red marks appeared where Wen Zhuojin had touched her. Yan Qinglan shivered, feeling both humiliated and angry.

“Wen Zhuojin, what are you doing?!” Yan Qinglan gritted her teeth and called out Wen Zhuojin’s name.

Well, this last meeting wasn’t going to end peacefully.

“Don’t go too far!” The dagger pressed precisely against Wen Zhuojin’s neck as Yan Qinglan glared at her.

Wen Zhuojin met Yan Qinglan’s tear-filled eyes, which reflected her own image. She stared for a moment, then let out a bitter smile.

“When did your eyes recover? What were you hiding from me? Was it just so you could leave?” Wen Zhuojin said, leaning forward slightly. The sharp blade pierced her skin, and bl00d trickled out. Yan Qinglan’s eyes widened slightly, and she tried to pull the dagger back, but her wrist was caught, and the dagger was snatched away.

Yan Qinglan felt cold fingers tighten around her arm, moving up to her waist, where they pressed firmly against her lower back. Her body was pressed against the cold, damp fabric, as if she were being coiled around by a snake.

“I’m asking you, did you leave willingly, or were you forced by Qing Chenning?” Wen Zhuojin asked in a low, hoarse voice, her breath brushing against Yan Qinglan’s ear.

“I left on my own, Let me go!” Yan Qinglan said, struggling but unable to break free.

“What do I have to do to make you obedient? What do I have to do to make you…” Wen Zhuojin’s grip tightened, her voice suppressed as she spoke, trailing off at the end.

Despite her humiliation and anger, Yan Qinglan’s heart twisted at Wen Zhuojin’s words.

With so many secrets, how could she explain everything clearly?

This little rascal must be heartbroken.

But hadn’t Wen Zhuojin also kept things from her?

Yan Qinglan remained silent, only feeling a sharp pain in her shoulder as warmth spread from the spot.

She had been bitten by a little dog!

Yan Qinglan hissed in pain.

“Wen Zhuojin, you…” Yan Qinglan reached out to slap Wen Zhuojin, but before she could finish, she felt herself being released and then wrapped in a dry, soft blanket, not the damp clothes.

Yan Qinglan froze. She had thought Wen Zhuojin was undressing her to humiliate her, but it turned out she was just replacing the wet clothes with a dry blanket…

Wen Zhuojin let go of Yan Qinglan, her expression tense as she suppressed the emotions that had briefly surfaced.

To prevent herself from losing control, Wen Zhuojin didn’t stay in the carriage. She pushed open the carriage door and stepped outside, closing the doors tightly to block out the wind and rain.

Yan Qinglan’s hands clenched and then relaxed.

Why was she softening again?

Did she still want to stay by this little rascal’s side, waiting for her to get married and then…

Yan Qinglan shook her head, forcing herself to calm down. She glanced around the carriage and tucked the pouch containing the golden fish talisman into a hidden compartment at the very back.

Then she rummaged around and found a set of dry clothes, likely Wen Zhuojin’s, which were a bit too big.

Yan Qinglan didn’t care and quickly changed into them.

As she considered whether it was a good time to leave, the carriage slowed down, and the sound of marching footsteps and voices reached her ears. Yan Qinglan stiffened.

They must have encountered the imperial guards.

She wondered how Wen Zhuojin would handle this.

Outside the carriage, Wen Zhuojin’s vehicle was surrounded by twenty to thirty imperial guards. The leader pointed at Wen Zhuojin, demanding to see her identification.

Wen Zhuojin’s expression was dark, her eyes cold but filled with a ruthless murderous intent.

“How many times do I have to be checked in one day? Open your dog eyes and see who I am!” Wen Zhuojin said coldly, holding up her identification.

“Oh, it’s Miss Wen. We’re just doing our duty. Please forgive us.” the leader said with a forced smile, bowing slightly.

The imperial guard commander was aligned with Tianxuan Palace, and the guards showed respect to Tianxuan Palace members.

“I’m in a hurry to see Senior Sister Xuan Zhen, but I’ve been stopped and checked multiple times on the way. If this delay continues, I won’t be able to see her until tomorrow! Can you bear the responsibility if the breeding schedule for the Northern Qiang horses is disrupted? Get out of my way! If you’re so worried, why don’t you assign a few men to follow me? You can come back with me after I meet Senior Sister Xuan Zhen.” Wen Zhuojin said, her tone displeased.

This time, Tianxuan Palace had sent Xuan Zhen to oversee the capture operation. Even the imperial guard commander had to listen to Xuan Zhen.

The Northern Qiang horse breeding project, which Wen Zhuojin was involved in, had been approved by His Majesty himself.

If it was delayed, they would be punished.

Hearing Wen Zhuojin’s words and seeing her angry expression, the leader quickly agreed.

He assigned four guards to escort Wen Zhuojin to meet Xuan Zhen.

Wen Zhuojin, her face still grim, continued to sit outside the carriage.

Having the guards follow her would prevent further checks along the way.

Although her heart felt as cold as ice, she couldn’t just stand by and watch her beautiful sister get captured.

She hadn’t registered her beautiful sister for official identification, partly out of selfishness.

Now, it was causing a lot of trouble.

Xuan Zhen had returned to Tianxuan Palace to report on the Northern Qiang horse project and had been sent back by Jiangxiao to assist Wen Zhuojin with the breeding.

At the moment, Xuan Zhen was also leading a group of imperial guards in the search. The four guards escorted Wen Zhuojin to find Xuan Zhen.

With the guards following the carriage, Yan Qinglan had no chance to escape.

Yan Qinglan heard the voices outside and realized they were heading to meet Xuan Zhen.

Wasn’t this like walking into a trap?

Or perhaps the most dangerous place was the safest?

Wen Zhuojin didn’t come inside, so Yan Qinglan couldn’t talk to her.

After a moment of thought, Yan Qinglan carefully tapped on the carriage door where Wen Zhuojin was sitting.

There was no response from outside. Just as Yan Qinglan was about to tap again, the door was pushed open, and Wen Zhuojin bent down to enter, squeezing Yan Qinglan into the corner. She pinched Yan Qinglan’s chin with force.

Yan Qinglan’s eyes could see clearly now, but they still teared up easily when irritated. With just this one action, her eyes were already brimming with tears, as if she were about to cry.

“Why did you call me? Are you afraid I’ll hand you over to the imperial guards?” Wen Zhuojin asked in a low voice.

Yan Qinglan didn’t know why Wen Zhuojin had become so wicked, but she couldn’t worry about that now.

“Yes, I’m afraid.” Yan Qinglan admitted directly.

“Then beg me.” Wen Zhuojin said.

“…” Yan Qinglan gritted her teeth. This little rascal was really something.

“Will you beg or not?” Wen Zhuojin pressed.

“I beg you, don’t let the imperial guards find me. I beg you…” Yan Qinglan exhaled and said softly, her eyes filling with more tears.

Wen Zhuojin stared at Yan Qinglan’s expression, feeling an urge to bully her fiercely, to devour her whole.

But the thought of her meeting with Qing Chenning made her heart ache again, and she leaned down to bite Yan Qinglan’s neck once more.

Yan Qinglan gasped, tears spilling from her eyes.

She might as well have been captured directly!

After leaving a deep bite mark on Yan Qinglan’s neck, Wen Zhuojin left, opening the door and sitting outside the carriage to calm down.

Yan Qinglan leaned against the carriage wall, catching her breath. She felt incredibly weak.

Escaping with Qing Chenning had been disastrous. Her legs were weak, her hair was wet, and even though she had changed into dry clothes, she was still cold.

While searching for something earlier, Yan Qinglan had found some food in the carriage and had eaten a few bites. There was also a teapot on a fixed shelf, but the water inside was cold. She drank some to moisten her throat.

The carriage hadn’t traveled far when they encountered Xuan Zhen, who was riding a horse, wearing an oilcloth coat and a bamboo hat.

“Senior Sister, it’s raining today, so I had some free time to make some incense. I wanted to discuss it with you, but I’ve been stopped and checked multiple times on the way. I’m completely soaked! Why are you so busy, Senior Sister, coming out in this rain?” Wen Zhuojin complained when she saw Xuan Zhen.

“Ah, didn’t I tell you last time? Master is looking for that person. We set a trap to lure her out, but she still managed to escape. They’re saying they’re looking for a fugitive, but it’s actually her. Today’s a failure. Let’s go to the stables another day with the incense.” Xuan Zhen said, noticing Wen Zhuojin’s drenched state.

“Alright then. Senior Sister, you’ve really worked hard.” Wen Zhuojin said.

“What happened to your neck? It’s bleeding.” Xuan Zhen asked, noticing the bl00d on Wen Zhuojin’s collar.

“I was scratched by a stray cat on the way. Today has been really unlucky.” Wen Zhuojin said, touching her neck.

She had pulled her collar up to cover the wound, but the bl00d from earlier was still visible.

Inside the carriage, Yan Qinglan heard the conversation and clenched her fists.

Little rascal, who are you calling a stray cat?

“Senior Sister, why don’t you come inside the carriage and rest for a bit?” Wen Zhuojin suggested.

Yan Qinglan, inside the carriage, tensed up, not caring about Wen Zhuojin’s stray cat comment anymore.

This little rascal really dared!

Xuan Zhen glanced at Wen Zhuojin’s carriage. She wanted to rest, but she was afraid that if word got back to Master, she would be scolded and punished.

“No, I still have work to do. You go ahead.” Xuan Zhen said, shaking her head.

“Alright. Be careful, Senior Sister.” Wen Zhuojin said, bowing slightly as she bid Xuan Zhen farewell.

The four guards continued to follow them. Along the way, they encountered other imperial guards, but the four guards blocked them, allowing the carriage to proceed until it reached Lanyuan.

Wen Zhuojin gave the four guards some silver and sent them away. The carriage drove straight into the estate.

At this point, Yan Qinglan, inside the carriage, let out a sigh of relief and retrieved the golden fish talisman she had hidden earlier.

When they reached their courtyard, Wen Zhuojin got into the carriage and carried Yan Qinglan, still wrapped in the blanket, out of the carriage.

She brought Yan Qinglan to the inner room and placed her on the bed, standing in front of her and staring at her.

“I’ll ask you again, did you leave willingly, or were you forced by Qing Chenning?” Wen Zhuojin asked in a low voice.

Yan Qinglan’s expression froze for a moment.

She had already answered this question earlier. Why was Wen Zhuojin asking again? Did she want a different answer?

Even if she gave a different answer, would Wen Zhuojin believe it?

But was there still a reason to stay?

“I left on my own, I wanted to leave this place.” Yan Qinglan said, looking at Wen Zhuojin.

“You wanted to leave? Why did you lie to me like this? Was it fun to deceive me?” Wen Zhuojin took a step back, her voice trembling.

Seeing Wen Zhuojin like this, Yan Qinglan felt heartbroken. But when she thought about Wen Zhuojin’s wedding dress, her heart hardened again.

“From the very beginning, when you wanted to eat phoenix pastries, it was to contact Qing Chenning, wasn’t it? From the day I brought back the phoenix pastries, Qing Chenning has been here, hasn’t she? Even that time I was knocked out, it was Qing Chenning who did it, wasn’t it? You couldn’t have knocked me out with your strength. That time I was under the influence of the aphrodisiac, I remember running into you outside. It really was you, wasn’t it? How many times have you gone out with him these past few days…”

Wen Zhuojin’s voice continued.

Yan Qinglan’s eyes widened slightly.

She hadn’t expected Wen Zhuojin to figure it all out!

“What were you doing with Qing Chenning? Don’t think I don’t know!” Wen Zhuojin added through gritted teeth.

Yan Qinglan’s heart skipped a beat.

Did Wen Zhuojin also figure out her identity?

“You’ve been secretly meeting with him all this time, only staying with me because I can help you detoxify the incense poison. You’ve really sacrificed a lot these past few days, haven’t you? I thought you were pure and kind, but you’re not. How could I have fallen for someone like you? I’m the one who’s truly blind.” Wen Zhuojin said, tears streaming down her face.

Being deceived, falling for the wrong person—all of it made Wen Zhuojin feel miserable.

The violent anger in her heart only made the pain worse.

Hearing Wen Zhuojin’s words, Yan Qinglan understood the reason for her distress.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t know her true identity; she just thought she had misjudged Yan Qinglan and fallen for the wrong person.

Yan Qinglan’s heart was deeply moved. She thought about it and realized she had also misjudged someone.

Someone who was about to get married, putting on such deep affection—who was it for?

“Go. Your incense poison is mostly detoxified now. Let Qing Chenning come and take you away. Do whatever you want! You don’t have to sneak around behind my back anymore.” Wen Zhuojin buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled and choked with sobs.

She was afraid that if Yan Qinglan didn’t leave soon, she might do something extreme.

“Alright. I shouldn’t stay any longer. Thank you for letting me go. I’ll remember your kindness and repay you in the future. I wish you and your cousin a long life together, eternal love!” Yan Qinglan stood up and said as calmly as possible, her tone stiff. After speaking, she walked toward the door.

Wen Zhuojin, still immersed in her sadness, was stunned for a moment when she heard Yan Qinglan’s words.

“What do you mean by that? When did I say I was going to marry my cousin?” Wen Zhuojin asked, looking up.

“Aren’t you sewing a wedding dress, preparing to marry your cousin? There’s no need to hide it from me. I saw it a few days ago. Someone who’s about to get married shouldn’t be fooling around outside like this.” Yan Qinglan said, not looking at Wen Zhuojin but staring at the door, her tone mocking.

“…” Wen Zhuojin was stunned, not knowing where Yan Qinglan had heard this from. She seemed really angry.