You have no alerts.
    Chapter Index
    Read Early Access Chapters

    Chapter 195: The Successor Wife – 17

    Qiao Ce entered the room with a smile on his lips. Acting as if he didn’t see anyone else in the room, he walked straight to Ren Xin and said tenderly, “These are the pastries from that shop you love. I happened to pass by on my way back today; they’re still warm!”

    Ren Xin played along. She feigned surprise with exaggerated flair, saying, “Really? Lord Duke, you’re far too kind. I love them so much!”

    Qiao Ce: “…” Does she have to be this theatrical?

    Well, look at that—when it came to being intentionally grating, she was a seasoned professional!

    Jiaojiao asked crossly from the side, “Daddy, what about mine? You didn’t only bring some for Mother, did you?”

    Qiao Ce laughed and pulled out another small parcel of snacks. “This one is yours.”

    Jiaojiao beamed. “Daddy is the best!”

    Sure enough, their display of domestic bliss made Aunt Feng and Feng Qingyue shift uncomfortably in their seats. Yet, for reasons known only to herself, Feng Qingyue stubbornly refused to leave.

    Her expression shifted, becoming weak and helpless as if she could barely look after herself. She said in a delicate, soft tone, “Cousin, please help us. Just beg the Lord Duke for us. As long as you’re willing to help, I’d be willing to work like a slave for you both…”

    Where on earth did she learn such a seductive, courtesan-like manner?

    Aunt Feng’s expression was grim. Clearly, she knew exactly what her daughter was plotting.

    But she still had to clean up after her; children truly were a debt from a past life1!

    “Shen Shen, consider it your aunt begging you. Save the Zhang Family and clear their names. They were just framed; they aren’t the kind of black-hearted people you think. If they were, I wouldn’t be bothering you with this…”

    Feng Qingyue was still on the verge of tears, casting flirtatious glances at Qiao Ce.

    Ren Xin raised an eyebrow. Wait, did this woman think she was dead?

    To come and mark her territory in her own home—this was unforgivable!

    Book Spirit Number One: “You said it! Men and food—if anyone touches either, Shen Shen bares her teeth!”

    Well, not exactly. The man wasn’t that important.

    Ren Xin smiled and said, “Aunt, I’ll say it again: I am just a woman of the inner chambers2. I don’t have the final say in anything…”

    At that moment, Qiao Ce spoke up languidly from the side. “His Majesty is aware of the Zhang Family’s situation. No one can interfere.”

    With that single sentence, everyone fell silent.

    Finally, Feng Qingyue asked disbelievingly, “How could such a small matter disturb His Majesty? Isn’t this just…”

    Qiao Ce lowered his head to sip his tea, cutting her off. “Just what? A common murder case? Actually, it isn’t. That flower-thief was actually a spy from an enemy nation. Therefore, this matter cannot be resolved with a simple word. Even I would be of no use!”

    Feng Qingyue was truly devastated now. Since this involved imperial politics, the Zhang Family would never be able to stage a comeback. That stigma was permanently attached to them now.

    Once the mother and daughter had departed, Ren Xin leaned in close to Qiao Ce and whispered sneakily, “Was what you just said true?”

    Qiao Ce nodded.

    “Then what will happen to the Zhang Family?”

    Qiao Ce chuckled and pinched Ren Xin’s cheek, only to be pushed away by her in annoyance. “I’m asking you a question!”

    “This matter doesn’t have much to do with the Zhang Family; they’ve just lost a bit of their reputation. Didn’t you notice that none of the Zhang Family members were thrown into the dungeon? Once the case is closed in a few days, everything will be fine.”

    Ren Xin was confused. “Then what was she here to beg for? Was she just blinded by concern?”

    Qiao Ce snorted. “They have much more on their minds than that. They weren’t just begging for the Zhang Family. This cousin of yours is much smarter than you.”

    Ren Xin was displeased. What kind of way was that to talk!

    Her gift pack had given her an intelligence boost; she was doing quite well, thank you very much!

    Book Spirit Number One: “Exactly. Our Shen Shen just doesn’t use it much, but she definitely possesses the thing called ‘intelligence’.”

    Ren Xin: “…” The Book Spirit has been getting a bit too cheeky lately


    Translator’s Notes


    1. debt from a past life: A common Chinese idiom (huanshai) rooted in Buddhist concepts of karma, suggesting that parents must suffer or work hard for their children to repay ‘debts’ owed to them from a previous incarnation. ↩
    2. woman of the inner chambers: Refers to the ‘houzhai’ or inner courtyard, the private living quarters of a traditional Chinese household where women were expected to remain, separate from the public and political spheres handled by men. ↩

    Recommendations

    If you enjoy this story, you can support the translator on

    0 Comments

    Note