Chapter 4

Inside the room, Wang Chan pricked up her ears whenever she heard anything about herself.

“The Wu family, like ours, has only one daughter. I heard her name is Wu Pingting.”

Late at night, under a moonlit sky sparse with stars, Zhu Congyun found a stone bench in the courtyard to sit on. He casually placed the lantern on the stone table and began recounting the news he had gathered from Wu Fugui and others about the Wu family.

Wu Pingting was already twenty-two years old this year but remained unmarried. Compared to other households where girls were wed by fifteen or sixteen, this delay in the Wu family’s case seemed rather unusual.

The Wu family was quite prosperous in the provincial capital, and the family patriarch, Wu Jiuding, was eager to continue his lineage and pass on the family estate.

Yet, he was no longer young, and having a son late in life was not an easy matter.

Unable to hope for a son, he pinned his hopes on a grandson.

A child born to his daughter, carrying the Wu surname and his bloodline, would serve the same purpose.

However, men who wished to become sons-in-law by moving in were often lazy and cunning. The old master hoped for a grandson but did not want to mistreat his daughter.

So, after much deliberation and picking and choosing, Wu Pingting’s marriage was delayed.

Of course, some old servants who knew the family’s past would sometimes gossip that the master was far from considerate of his daughter, that there was no such careful selection—

Nothing of the sort!

The Wu family never seriously sought a son-in-law.

At first, the master didn’t expect to have only this one child, a daughter, thinking he might still father a son.

The delay was because, back when the Wu family was still a small household, the old master had arranged a childhood betrothal for Wu Pingting. The prospective groom’s family had done the Wu family a great favor; without their aid, the Wu family would not have enjoyed their current prosperity.

Later, that family was struck by disaster, nearly wiped out, with the young master who was to marry Wu Pingting also gone.

Out of gratitude, the Wu family promised to send a daughter in marriage—namely, Wu Pingting.

Zhu Congyun remarked, “Poor thing, she was meant to keep vigil as a widow for that family’s young master.”

Thus, the Wu family’s daughter remained unmarried for so long.

Who would have thought that the daughter they had casually sent off would become the Wu family’s only heir!

Every bit of inheritance is precious, including daughters. Besides, nobody else to blame but the old master, Wu Jiuding, who was himself disappointing—taking nine concubines plus countless maids, yet in the end, no son to show for it.

No matter how much wealth the Wu family had, the servants wouldn’t lie or flatter their master, claiming he was exceptional.

Having Miss Pingting as the sole heir—

That was the lady’s own doing!

Zhu Congyun waved his hand. “Servants love to gossip. Wu Fugui and the others might be exaggerating—we don’t know the truth. In any case, the Wu family is now arranging a marriage for their daughter, and the chosen one is Boyuan.”

“According to those servants, the Wu family owns a bookstore. Boyuan not only teaches at the academy, giving lessons to children, but also takes on some manuscript-copying jobs in his spare time. The two met at the bookstore.”

“Miss Wu took a liking to Boyuan at first sight and insisted she wouldn’t marry anyone else. The old master gave in and found an excuse to meet Boyuan privately. Perhaps impressed by his scholarship and good looks, he eventually agreed to the match.”

Zhu Fenglian said nothing.

People are shaped by their environment; Yanzhi Town is known for its beauties, and beauty isn’t confined to gender. Wang Boyuan, though a man, could be called a beauty.

Tall and graceful, with refined features, when dressed in his scholar’s gown, he exuded a gentle aura.

Even as a widower with a child from a previous marriage, it was not surprising that someone would be attracted to him.

“But that injury on Chan girl’s head—” Zhu Fenglian was puzzled.

A stepmother wouldn’t harm the daughter before even entering the household. Honestly, girls are different from boys; in time, if Miss Wu and Wang Boyuan had more children, the family would grow. After a few years, when the daughter was grown, a dowry could be arranged.

It would only be a matter of extra place settings at the table, not dividing much of the family estate.

Even now, Boyuan doted on that child—

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That wasn’t such a big deal.

In time, as the couple had more children—some adorable, some frail—the father’s affection would be divided among them. Even the eldest child left by the previous wife, no matter how precious, could fade in importance.

Zhu Fenglian was a woman who had seen and heard much of such matters.

Stepmothers wanting to trouble their predecessors’ children had many ways.

Sweet-faced but venomous, with a gentle mouth and a snake’s heart… there were countless tactics to deceive outsiders while playing the role of a loving mother.

They wouldn’t be so quick to resort to violence.

As for Boyuan—

Zhu Fenglian recalled her cousin as a bright scholar, somewhat more talented than others, but lacking resilience. Even as a child, he was prone to tears, like a girl, weeping at withered flowers and fallen leaves, composing melancholy poems.

Zhu Fenglian thought wryly, picturing that, and almost felt her own mouth sour.

Such a temperament did not seem capable of ruthlessly pursuing wealth and status.

Of course, the human heart is inscrutable; no one can say for sure.

After so many years, as the scholars say, “Things change, people change, and all is past!”

“Say it was the cousin who struck her,” Zhu Congyun interrupted Zhu Fenglian’s thoughts.

“Cousin?” Zhu Fenglian was surprised. “Where did this cousin suddenly come from?”

Zhu Congyun sighed. “This cousin is the youngest brother from the family that was initially betrothed to Miss Wu.”

It was a tragic death; that family was wiped out save for an old servant and the youngest brother, who came to the Wu estate ten years ago at age three, weary from travel and carried on the servant’s back.

“...Because of their old ties, Miss Wu usually took good care of this cousin. The siblings were close, and the brother was reluctant to see his sister marry. Seeing Boyuan’s good looks, he was furious... During a quarrel, with Chan girl present, that wild boy snatched a stone and struck the back of her head, drawing blood.”

The commotion that day was intense. Wu Fugui, outside, only caught bits and pieces—words like “breaking promises,” “pretty boy,” and “divine punishment” amid curses, followed by shocked cries and hurried footsteps.

When they entered, they saw Wang Chan lying on the ground.

“The master and miss were kind-hearted, thinking that being a stepmother is not easy, so they wanted to get along well with her. They called upon Master Wang to take the girl to the Wu estate for tea and pastries and even gave the girl some clothes and jewelry...”

“Who would have thought the cousin would lose his mind and, missing Master Wang, accidentally hit little Wang Chan instead?”

Wu Fugui, tied to the longan tree, hung his head dejectedly, his words tinged with sorrow.

He recounted all he saw, heard, and guessed about the incident.

Otherwise, their entire group would have been accused of kidnapping.

Wu Fugui felt wronged.

A simple errand turned into a nightmare: first, a fright second death; then, tied up by villagers; and the little fat he had gained was quickly burned off by the late summer heat.

“Since the child died young, the burial would be ordinary anywhere else. But to comfort Master Wang, the old master ordered us to take her to Yanzhi Mountain, so she could return to her roots. A proper burial, so she might be reborn into a better life and enjoy blessings...”

Wu Fugui rambled on, insisting no one intended harm to Wang Chan.

But the dead cannot come back to life. When they placed her in the coffin, she was truly dead.

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In the courtyard.

Zhu Congyun said, “They were all tied to tree trunks, denied water and food, just to torment him, to keep his mind simple and prevent him from fabricating stories. That’s roughly what happened.”

He sighed.

“Chan girl’s luck is just bad. Who would have thought, among dogs, there are mad dogs; among people, there are mad ones.”

Zhu Fenglian was furious. “After all this, would Boyuan still marry into the Wu family?”

“There’s a life at stake here—the life of the legitimate daughter! Yes, we saw the girl and know she’s fine now, but Boyuan had no way of knowing that!”

“Father!” Zhu Fenglian called out, “During the day, when the doctor came to treat her wound, you saw it too. To be frank, the injury was grave. Had it been any worse, she’d be in the coffin and buried by now!”

“Calling me won’t help,” Zhu Congyun glanced at his indignant daughter, helpless.

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