Wanjin Lady

Chapter 445: Prison
Looking back, the Wen family always deliberately avoided him meeting with his two children, but how easy is it to sever blood ties?
The first time he saw the two children, he felt a sense of familiarity and closeness!

Wei Zheng covered his chest.

For the first time, he realized that heartache...was actually a physical pain, like a dense needle prick, blood trickling out from the tiny holes, spreading to his limbs, even the palms of his hands and soles of his feet aching. The pain was so intense that Wei Zheng's vision went black, and he fell into a chair.

Hou Ji was counting supplies when he finally found Wei Zheng's lost purse and Zhao Heng's travel pass in the Wen family's boxes. He tremblingly handed the items forward, "My Lord, the travel pass and... the old lady's sachet."

Hou Ji’s heart was pounding!

I can’t believe that there is someone as bold and presumptuous as Miss Wen in this world!

How dare she toy with the Marquis in the blink of an eye!

Really hateful!
No wonder the Marquis vomited blood last night!

Zhao Heng happened to be returning with two children in his arms. He looked even more excited than Wei Zheng, and he was shouting from a distance, "My Lord, the young master and young lady... are home!"

Wei Zheng's heart softened, as if the millions of needles in his heart were suddenly pulled out. He took two steps forward and hugged Zhao Zhao first.

Zhao Zhao was shy, and perhaps she sensed Wei Zheng's emotional ups and downs, twisting her body restlessly in his arms. Her big eyes were filled with tears of grievance, and even her eyelashes were stained with tears, making her particularly lovable.

Wei Zheng raised his hand, gently wiped away her tears, and placed his hot forehead against hers, "Don't cry..."

He spoke with difficulty and clumsiness, "Don't cry, Daddy... is here..."

He held Hun'er for a while longer, unable to help but scrutinize him, and finally concluded, "He looks just like me. This thing looks like..."

Like his heartless mother!
Hou Ji smiled and said, "The young master has a temper like yours."

Zhao Heng waved his hand, and the wet nurse and Chen Ma bravely entered and took the two children. Chen Ma's scalp tingled, and she picked up Zhao Zhao and was about to slip away, but she heard Wei Zheng's sinister voice from behind, "Chen Ma—"

Chen Ma's smile was uglier than her cry. "My Lord..." She licked her lips again, "My Lord..."

A real man can bend and stretch. Aunt Chen smiled flatteringly, "Son-in-law, you remember everything? Then you should remember that when you were at the Wen residence, you really liked the food I cooked!"

Wei Zheng narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a long time without saying anything.

Mother Chen felt as if there was a knife hanging over her head, not falling.

Finally, the man slowly raised his lips and said, "Take good care of Zhao Zhao and Hun Ge'er. On the road to the underworld, I will spare your life!"

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Wen Wan had no time to think about the reason why she was imprisoned. She curled up in the corner. Just when she vaguely felt that Wei Zheng might have regained his memory, her mind tilted and she fell asleep again.

Wen Wan had been caught in the cold rain for most of the night before, and the arrow wound on her calf had not yet healed. After returning home, she fell seriously ill and could not get out of bed.

It was already late at night when I woke up.

She was hungry and weak all over, but... when she opened her eyes, she saw Wei Zheng sitting in the cell. Wen Wan suddenly jumped up from the hay bed.

That’s right.

It was indeed Wei Zheng.

Those eyes glowed green, like the look of a beast staring at its prey in a dark jungle.

"Marquis... Marquis?"

As soon as the words came out, the voice was as hoarse as coarse gravel.

Wei Zheng was sitting two meters in front of her.

He wore a cyan brocade robe, and a moon-white satin undershirt. The collar was loose, revealing his collarbone, and there was gauze bandaged around his wound. The sleeves were as wide as flowing clouds, and the scar where his palms held the chair armrest... where he had blocked the knife for her was particularly obvious.

The cell was small and cramped. There was a torch lit in the distance, and a little firelight could be vaguely seen inside the cell.

Cold, damp and smelly.

But it wasn't even half as cold as that man's eyes.

"Shopkeeper Wen," the man in front of her asked her with a stern look, "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

Wen Wan made a last-ditch effort, clinging to a sliver of hope. "For example?" The man tossed aside his wide sleeve, took out a mask hidden behind him, and slowly covered his face.

A strand of black hair fell to her chest.

In the dim firelight, the outline of Zhao Heng's face gradually emerged.

The man's voice was rustling.

Eerily calm.

But it was this kind of calmness that made Wen Wan feel as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart.

"For example, you tricked me into becoming the Wen family's son-in-law, tricked me into giving birth to two children... and then you abandoned me like a piece of trash, leaving me to die in the snow."

The expression on Wen Wan's face...finally slowly changed color.

She secretly rehearsed the scenes that Wei Zheng recalled from his memory countless times, but without exception, she never found a way to break the deadlock.

No matter how she reasoned and planned, the final result was death.

So she chose—

Ruined.

Being a deadbeat is shameless.

But it was fucking awesome.

"How are they?" she said with a playful smile. "Aren't Zhao Zhao and Hun Ge'er cute? Zhao Zhao looks like you, and Hun Ge'er looks like me. You should be thanking me for being Wu Tong's father."

Wei Zheng covered his chest with his hands, a surge of violence rising from the bottom up, almost swallowing him up.

He tried to see even a tiny bit of guilt on Wen Wan's face, perhaps he would soften his heart and let her go.

but.

Absolutely not.

The young lady hit him on the chest with just one word, making his blood boil.

"Thank you for giving birth to such a lovely pair of children for me." Wei Zheng smiled brightly. "So I have taken the two children to the Governor's Court to raise them. This afternoon, I sent an urgent letter back to the palace, and my aunt will send someone to enter the two children into the Wei family genealogy."

Wen Wan's expression suddenly changed!

On the back of his hand clutching his sleeve... veins popped out one by one.

She had never expected Wei Zheng to be so decisive and not leave any room for retreat!
grab it?

How to grab it?
Fight with the Queen for the Wei family's child?
How many heads does she have?

But begging for mercy?
The doll was angry and she really didn't want to offend him.

"Let's be frank. What do you want?" Wen Wan looked around. A fat rat scurried past the corner, making a squeaking sound. Wen Wan had no choice but to look at Wei Zheng. "You can't keep me locked up here forever."

"You just want to vent your anger." Wen Wan gritted her teeth, "Whether you want to pay me money or my life, just give me a quick death."

"At this point..." Wei Zheng only felt the wound on his shoulder ache again. He covered the wound, his face pale. "I thought... you at least felt a little guilty towards me."

Young lady, turn away.

He couldn't see her expression.

But he won't be soft-hearted.

"I just want to ask you one thing: have you always considered me just a reproductive tool, or... have you ever... even for a moment... considered me your husband, a member of the Wen family?"

The young lady tilted her head back and smiled with her eyes narrowed.

"You and I are both adults. What's the point of talking about eternal love? At least during your time in Ping County, I never treated you unfairly. Honestly, you didn't suffer a single loss. You gave me two children, but my Master Tu also saved your life. We're even, and neither of us owes anyone anything."