Forcing me to become a concubine? Remarrying the Ninth Prince, she'll be pregnant all over the

Wei Wujiu's eyes darkened, and he gripped her chin tightly.

"If you act recklessly and without thinking, you won't even know how you died!"

Otherwise, why would Wei Wujiu have endured humiliation and hardship for so many years, taking one step at a time, planning every step carefully, and scheming so meticulously, only to see the collapse of the empire and the inevitable outcome of his years of planning in a single day?

On one side is a blood feud, the impending execution of the traitor, and the imminent death of the enemy; on the other is Lin Wantang. At this critical moment, what will she do to cause trouble? How will he choose?

"Right now..." Wei Wujiu looked at the bewilderment in Lin Wantang's eyes. She was so frightened and helpless. He couldn't bring himself to be cruel. He gently stroked her cheek. "I can't protect you, and I have no way to protect you..."

Emperor Jing did not lead his army into battle; he died on the battlefield, his body wrapped in a horse's hide.

He was instigated by a treacherous minister with wolfish ambitions to assassinate him, resulting in his death by a flurry of swords!

Empress Xiaowen did not willingly follow the late emperor in committing suicide by hanging; she was forced to her death!

Shen Zhaohua, the first daughter of Emperor Jing and Empress Xiaowen, was the eldest daughter of the legitimate wife, and her status was even more prominent and noble than that of the current Princess Anyang. Princess Duanhui was coveted and defiled by Shen Hu, who disregarded the proper relationship between uncle and niece!

Princess Duanhui, unable to bear the humiliation of having her hands and feet cut off and being imprisoned while giving birth to the sixth prince, attempted to strangle her son but failed and instead committed suicide by running into a wall.

Not to mention Yong'an's father, who was falsely accused of a crime simply because he was dissatisfied with Shen Hu's rebellion and usurpation of the throne. A wrongful imprisonment led to his execution along with his pregnant wife and concubine.

Only Yong'an remained. She did not need to inherit the title of king, and keeping her would still demonstrate Shen Hu's reputation as a benevolent ruler.

How vicious! How shameless!

These are Wei Wujiu's father, mother, elder sister, and third uncle!

One life after another, one blood debt after another. Wei Wujiu may have chosen to protect Lin Wantang at the last moment, thus losing a great opportunity and failing at the last hurdle.

Lin Wantang was unaware of all this; she only knew that he was already facing considerable difficulties in the court, and she didn't want to burden or cause trouble for him. She immediately shook her head and pushed him away, saying with absolute certainty, "There's no need to protect me."

"Commander, the most important matters are at stake. At any time, all you need to do is protect yourself."

"As for me..." Lin Wantang paused, her thoughtful eyes gradually clearing as she planned, "Openly, neither the emperor nor the empress can arbitrarily punish me without evidence. As for privately, if they use poison..."

She suddenly smiled, then looked up at him and said with a smile, "Then bring it on, maybe we'll surprise them."

Except for deadly poisons like arsenic.

Even if the emperor and empress wanted to poison her, they would generally do the same as Wei Wujiu and Lin Rucong: they would not let her die prematurely, nor would they use those deadly poisons to leave traces for the coroner to examine the body.

Lin Wantang is basically immune to all common poisons.

Because she had loved medicine since childhood and wanted to practice medicine and save people from suffering when she grew up, Lin Rucong and Lin Xiao spoiled her too much and made her study under several famous doctors. She grew up soaking in a pot of medicine, and unknowingly developed a resistance to common poisons in her body.

"you……"

Wei Wujiu's questioning gaze darkened, but he finally hugged Lin Wantang tightly, patted her back, and gently comforted her: "Don't be reckless. Just bear with it for now. Later, I will definitely find a way to let you vent your anger in a justifiable way."

Lin Wantang nestled in his arms, her tense nerves gradually easing as she inhaled the refreshing scent of agarwood emanating from him. She shook her head slightly, "I don't feel any resentment anymore. I've basically settled all the grudges I wanted to take."

Lin Qinglian has already died, deserving of her punishment.

Although Madam Chen was not yet dead, her position as the mistress of the mansion was already a mere formality. She was tormented and disciplined every day, and her life was worse than death.

Only Shen Huai'an remains. His loss of power is inevitable. Once he is removed from the position of Crown Prince, he will be completely useless. Is death far away for him?

The grudges accumulated in the previous life should basically be... over.

"The Empress insulted you and looked down on you, have you forgotten?" Wei Wujiu was keeping a record of it for her.

Lin Wantang was slightly taken aback, then chuckled: "This is nothing, Your Majesty the Empress, you absolutely cannot offend her."

Just like how she hated Emperor Shen Hu to the core, but he was the supreme ruler, and in terms of rank and decorum, she was destined to swallow her anger and obediently bow her head and admit defeat.

"Who said that?" Wei Wujiu's answer was different from hers, but he didn't want to go into details. He simply pulled her back to sit down and said, "Let's talk about another one first."

He took out a few pages of paper, placed them on the table, and pushed them towards Lin Wantang: "Take a look."

Lin Wantang picked it up and unfolded it, and was stunned at first glance.

It was a household registration rubbing that everyone had, and the name written on it was that of her birth mother, Lin Yasong.

"Your mother's matter is a secret that must never be revealed, but you told me the night before last that Shen Huai'an already knows about it and is trying to use it to blackmail you. So I thought that before he could expose it, I should have the Ministry of Revenue reorganize the household registration of people in the capital under the pretext of a fire in the warehouse before the new year, and pretend to have accidentally found Lin Yasong's household registration."

Wei Wujiu took a sip of tea and slowly explained, "When a person dies, the household registration is cancelled. Just say that this was forgotten to be cancelled. The Vice Minister of Revenue will submit a memorial to the emperor, but the emperor usually won't even look at such a trivial matter. If it's sent back, the Grand Council will handle it. Your father is a smart man. He will naturally use this fabricated household registration to say that your mother was his cousin and that she died of illness more than ten years ago."

In this way, the emperor would at least have heard of the name Lin Yasong. With the Ministry of Revenue's fabricated descriptions, Lin Rucong only needed to nod in acquiescence, and the matter of Lin Yasong would no longer be a secret that could cost him his life.

Even if Shen Huai'an exposes it later, he will have to find a way to produce evidence, which will be difficult to find. Otherwise, it will become a muddled mess where everyone has their own version of the truth.

Lin Wantang was surprised and approving. She smiled broadly and carefully flipped through Lin Yasong's household registration rubbing: "This is great. You don't know, but my father said that he had the same idea in his early years. At that time, it wasn't because he was worried about being exposed, but mainly because my father wanted my mother's memorial tablet to be enshrined in the ancestral hall with her name and surname."

But is it really that easy to fabricate a person's life story and even create a household registration?

Among the three provinces and six ministries, the old officials from the previous dynasty that Lin Rucong was once familiar with had long been replaced by emperors, so he was no longer familiar with them and could not speak to them. Therefore, the matter had to be put on hold.

"Commander, no..." Lin Wantang was both delighted and moved, her eyes filled with tenderness as she grasped his hand, changing her words to, "Wei Wujiu, thank you, really, thank you so much..."

Wei Wujiu frowned slightly: "What did you call me?"

"...Wu Jiu?" Lin Wantang tried calling him by his courtesy name, without asking any further questions, and then shyly leaned closer to him, her voice filled with affection: "Husband?"

She had barely finished speaking when he kissed her lips...