Divorced by her husband's family and rejected by her own! She defiantly turned her life around

"Lan'er, you said that all the furniture you sell in your shop was designed by her?"

"Um."

Wang Yalan then mentioned some of the ideas that Liu Siyue had once shared. Wang Wenquan listened and nodded repeatedly. This woman was no ordinary person; she was a person of great talent. If all her ideas could be realized, it would be a great benefit to the world. She must not be dragged down by Su Yimin.

"Lan'er, write her a letter and tell her not to show any signs of activity. Showing any signs of activity at this time will make her a target in the power struggle for the throne, and no matter who she sides with, there will be no good outcome."

"Yes, my daughter will write it when she gets home."

"Lan'er, now that you've made your choice, you must act immediately."

"Father is right. Su Yimin is trying to take credit for himself. The prefect and the eldest prince are probably unaware of our benefactor's existence. Now is the best time to get rid of him."

But Father, if Su Yimin dies at this critical juncture, won't they suspect you? Won't it bring trouble to the family?

"Suspicion is inevitable, but it's just suspicion. What can you do without evidence?"

Besides, I'm not the only one in the court who wants Su Yimin dead.

"Don't tell your daughter about this. No matter what, they are still father and daughter."

The old lady was very relieved. Her daughter hadn't made a mistake, and her husband hadn't driven her away. Their family could finally be reunited.

That night, the old lady stayed at Lanting Garden. The mother and daughter talked until midnight, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, as if they wanted to make up for the words they had missed and the warmth they had lacked over the past ten years.

"Lan'er, your father is very good at judging people. Look at your eldest and second eldest sisters. They married into poor families back then, but they are living very well now. Your father has never helped them. They have established themselves in the capital on their own."

You left without hesitation back then, which really angered us.

Your father saw right through him. If someone like Su Yimin gained power and no one kept him in check, I don't even want to think about what kind of life you would lead.

A man who lacks ability and is good at enduring hardship is the most ruthless and heartless; he will take out all his past grievances on you.

"Mother, it's all my fault. I will definitely take good care of you and make up for all the years I've neglected you."

The old lady was getting on in years, and Wang Yalan finally persuaded her to go to sleep.

The next day, as soon as the old lady woke up, she sent the household nanny to invite the eldest and second young ladies back to the mansion.

Wang Yalan wrote another letter to Liu Siyue, telling her that she had returned to the capital. Su Yimin had taken credit for her work and told her not to stand out, to protect herself, and to wait until the new emperor ascended the throne before discussing anything else.

After the letter was written, it was sent out immediately.

When Wang Yamei and Wang Yaju heard that their younger sister had returned, they were so excited that they immediately rushed to their parents' home. The three sisters had not seen each other for more than ten years. When they met again, they had no words or blame, but instead hugged each other and cried bitterly.

"Eldest sister, second sister, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have treated you like that back then. Thank you for forgiving me."

"Little sister, the past is the past. It's better that you're back than anything else."

"Yes, little sister, your older sister and I have long forgiven you. Our only wish is that you can be happy and that he can treat you well."

I never imagined it would come to this.

"Mei'er, Ju'er, send someone to tell our son-in-law that today is our family banquet. Tell him to bring the children over after he finishes his shift so the whole family can have a good time together."

"Zhi'er has just arrived in the capital; let her cousins ​​get to know each other."

The Ministry of Revenue was filled with laughter and joy as a sumptuous banquet was prepared, awaiting the men's return home.

Last night, Wang Wenquan sent a message by carrier pigeon to the guards who were staying in Lingshui County to monitor Su Yimin, instructing them to kill Su Yimin and his son.

Night fell, enveloping the entire city in darkness. A wind rose, and the cold winter wind made the trees in the courtyard sway. Under the dim yellow light, the swaying branches looked like dancing demons.

The guard, dressed in black, scaled the wall and entered. He was very familiar with the inner quarters of the county government office and soon arrived at the door of Su Yimin's bedroom.

Su Yimin received a letter from the prefect today, scolding him as a fool and a good-for-nothing, saying that many days have passed and there has been no progress at all.

He was furious. He knew the item was in the city, but he had searched every place in the city, both the places he should and shouldn't have searched, and he still couldn't find it.

Back in his room, without Wang Yalan around, he felt much more at ease, able to do whatever he wanted.

He sat alone at the table, pouring himself a drink. They say that drinking makes sorrow worse, and he felt that he had wasted the past ten years, living a pathetic and unmanly life.

He drank cup after cup, and when the servant advised him to drink less, he scolded the servant, "Who do you think you are, daring to tell me what to do? Let me tell you, no one can control me anymore, not even Wang Yalan."

The servant was scolded and sent out, standing at the door listening to what was happening inside.

Su Yimin got drunk and fell asleep on the table, snoring loudly.

The servant went in, helped the man to the bed, took off his shoes, covered him with a blanket, closed the door, and left. The room was dimly lit. The guard pushed open the door, walked to the bedside, saw Su Yimin sleeping like a log, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Lord Su, you can leave in peace. For Miss's sake, I will make sure you leave without pain.

Thinking of how Guo Changfeng died, the guards also snapped Su Yimin's neck and broke his limbs to confuse the situation and make them believe that the same person killed Su Yimin and Guo Changfeng.

After the matter was settled, the guards quickly left, and Su Yimin went to see the Tenth Yama King in his sleep.

The servant got up early and waited outside the door, but there was no movement from inside the room. It was almost time for him to go on duty, and he was getting anxious.

He knocked gently on the door, but there was still no response. He knocked harder, but there was still no reaction.

"My lord, I've come in to help you change your clothes."

The servant pushed open the door and entered. A strong smell of alcohol wafted into the room. He went straight to the bedside and called out twice, but the person on the bed did not move.

She lifted the bed curtains; the blankets were still intact. "Sir, it's time to get on duty." He pushed them with his hand, but there was still no reaction.

The servant was a little panicked. Could it be that he had gotten into trouble after drinking? He shook him vigorously, but found that the man would do whatever he wanted. He tentatively put his hand on Su Yimin's nose and found that there was no breath at all.

He rushed to the county government office in a panic, shouting, "It's terrible! It's terrible! The magistrate is dead! The magistrate is dead!"

The yamen runners, waiting for the magistrate to assign them tasks, saw the magistrate's servant looking flustered and asked, "What happened? Why do you look like that?"

"No, no, no, something terrible has happened! The master is dead!"

"The master is dead? Have you gone mad?"

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare lie. You should go and see for yourselves."

The constable followed the servant to the inner courtyard, where the servant pointed to the person sleeping on the bed, "My lord, my lord is right there."

Several constables called out from beside the bed, "Sir!"

Seeing no response, they immediately pulled off the blanket covering Su Yimin, checked his breath, and touched his neck; he was already cold.

"Quickly send someone to fetch the registrar, the county magistrate, and the coroner."

When the adults went inside, they were also shocked. The coroner quickly examined the body.

"The lord is indeed dead, and died in the same way as the late County Magistrate Guo. His neck was first snapped, which took his life directly, and then his limbs were broken."

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat. They knew why the magistrate had died; he had been acting too recklessly lately.

County Magistrate Fang Zhihua felt a chill on his neck, and had a feeling that he would be next.

He greeted the registrar, quickly left the county office, and rode off to the prefectural city.