After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 793 - 791 Effort

Madam Wen Yuan was kneeling on the ground.

The main gate of the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion was wide open. Apart from Little Black wandering at the entrance, no one was entering or leaving the Marquis Mansion.

In the distance, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice personally led people to arrest Madam Wen Yuan and imprison her.

Madam Wen Yuan stared at the gate, unmoving.

She wanted to rush in, but she was also afraid of being bitten by Little Black.

The eldest daughter of the Wenyuan Bo Mansion heard the sound of hooves, glanced over, and said urgently, "Mother, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice is here."

Madam Wen Yuan glanced over, her heart flustered.

Once caught and taken into the Ministry of Justice, could she resolve Mrs. Tang’s heart knot and save the Wenyuan Bo Mansion?

She quickly turned around, kowtowing and rising up.

Her white forehead struck the bluestone ground, and the sound alone betrayed how painful it must have been.

The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice looked on with disdain.

The Ministry of Justice handles major cases and usually deals with death row inmates, but he had never seen someone as shameless as the Wenyuan Bo Mansion.

If not for the Dongxiang Marquis’s wife, the Wenyuan Bo Mansion would have been gone long ago. If Uncle Wen Yuan were still alive, he would be exiled to the border doing hard labor now.

One does not repay kindness, instead, for the sake of fame and fortune, they sell their sister for glory, and even conspire to give sterility medicine to the Dongxiang Marquis’s wife.

If outsiders are so good, why not seek their help when trouble arises? Why come begging the Dongxiang Marquis’s wife?

Considering Marquis Dongxiang’s tolerance for the Wenyuan Bo Mansion, even an outsider like the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice could not bear it.

The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice sat on his horse, while the government officials looked at him, "Sir, should we just drag her away?"

"Let’s wait a bit longer," said the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice.

Because Marquis Dongxiang’s forbearance towards the Wenyuan Bo Mansion showed Mrs. Tang still had feelings for the Wenyuan Bo Mansion.

Just to show some respect to the Dongxiang Marquis’s wife, they’ll wait a quarter of an hour.

Madam Wen Yuan kept banging her head loudly.

Young Master Su, the Ninth Prince, and Young Master Shen were watching from behind the door.

"That must hurt a lot," Young Master Shen said, touching his forehead.

"Don’t blindly feel sympathy. Uncle Lin said the Wenyuan Bo Mansion’s corruption caused many families to break apart," Young Master Su said.

"If you pity them, can you also pity those they persecuted?"

As Young Master Su spoke, Young Master Shen suppressed all remaining sympathy.

After giving a few more glances, Young Master Su turned to leave.

The Ninth Prince pulled him, "What are you doing?"

"I’m going to check on my mother. I’m worried she might soften," Young Master Su said with concern.

Young Master Su ran off.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince exchanged glances.

Staying at the door watching Madam Wen Yuan kowtow was boring, and nothing new would come of it.

The two stood up and chased after Young Master Su.

Young Master Su ran all the way into the inner courtyard.

He saw Mrs. Tang coming out of the house.

But Mrs. Tang was not heading out the courtyard but going to the small side courtyard.

Young Master Su furrowed his brow and said, "Follow me."

He ran forward like the wind.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince mustered all their strength to catch up.

Young Master Su parted the grass, crawled through a dog hole, and entered the small side courtyard.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince looked at each other.

Young Master Su’s bottom was still outside the wall, and his voice came through, "If you want to come in, hurry up, don’t let my mother find out."

He crawled forward.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince hesitated but still followed through the dog hole.

Young Master Su dusted himself off and slipped into the room.

The three of them entered just as Mrs. Tang entered the side courtyard.

The room was very empty, with two wordless tablets placed inside.

Although everyone knew who these two tablets were for, Marquis Dongxiang had never engraved names on them.

One was for the Heir of Duke Xian, and one was for Consort Yun.

But over the years, every time a soldier from the Flying Tiger Army died, their name would be written on paper and burned for the tablet.

In Marquis Dongxiang’s heart, this tablet was also to honor those fallen soldiers of the Flying Tiger Army.

Especially, Mrs. Tang had become accustomed to offering three incense sticks every morning.

It had been a routine for so many years, Mrs. Tang did not plan to change it.

The evidence of corruption against Uncle Wen Yuan was irrefutable. His crimes were not merely corruption, and the charges were enough to warrant confiscation and exile for the Wenyuan Bo Mansion.

Exile offered a slim chance of life, but few survived.

Many didn’t even reach the place of exile before dying on the way.

It could be said that if the Wenyuan Bo Mansion were exiled, it would almost certainly end the lineage.

If not for wanting to preserve a lineage for the Wenyuan Bo Mansion, Uncle Wen Yuan would’ve been skinned alive by Marquis Dongxiang long ago, rather than tolerating him until now.

It was just unexpected that Marquis Dongxiang spared his life, yet he brought his doom upon himself.

Mrs. Tang was filled with resentment.

The Old Master had rendered meritorious service to the court, receiving countless rewards, enough to keep them well-fed and clothed for a lifetime.

Driven by greed, he recklessly squandered the inheritance of the Old Master before it was even spent.

Throughout her life, she hesitated only in this matter.

Mrs. Tang did not like hesitation.

Rather than vacillate, she preferred to let fate decide for her.

She pulled out a divining cup from her bosom.

If she cast the Holy Grail, she would no longer care about the Wenyuan Bo Mansion.

With a sincere heart, Mrs. Tang prayed and cast the divining cup.

She closed her eyes, and Young Master Su watched the divining cup fall to the ground.

He quickly swapped the divining cup.

The Ninth Prince, "..."

Young Master Shen, "..."

Mrs. Tang opened her eyes and saw the smiling cup.

She frowned slightly.

She stood up and turned to leave.

After leaving the room, she looked back.

The curtain under the offering table gently swayed.

Confirming Mrs. Tang had walked far away, Young Master Su crawled out from under the offering table.

Young Master Shen looked at him and asked, "Why did you switch the divining cup?"

The Ninth Prince also looked at him, expressing a lack of understanding.

The Dongxiang Marquis’s wife had originally cast the Holy Grail, but he swapped it for the smiling cup.

Wasn’t he making Mrs. Tang help the Wenyuan Bo Mansion?

Young Master Su sat on the prayer mat and sighed, "When I lifted the curtain and saw the Holy Grail, I suddenly changed my mind."

"I was afraid my mother would regret it in the future."

"Let her try to save the Wenyuan Bo Mansion. Anyway, with my father around, she won’t succeed."

"..."

"Since she won’t succeed, why let your mother save them?" The Ninth Prince was puzzled.

"My mother told me that regardless of success, as long as you’ve tried, you won’t regret it," Young Master Su said.

Mrs. Tang exited the small side courtyard.

When she walked out the door, her brows were still furrowed; by the time she left the side courtyard, she felt a weight lifted off her shoulders.

Mrs. Jiang was surprised when she saw her, "Did the Heir of Duke Xian and Consort Yun help Madam make a decision?"

"It was Yangyang who made the decision for me," Mrs. Tang said.

Mrs. Jiang was puzzled.

Mrs. Tang said, "She swapped the Holy Grail I cast for the smiling cup, letting me save the Wenyuan Bo Mansion." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Mrs. Jiang was even more confused.

Why would the young master agree to help save the Wenyuan Bo Mansion?

He was desperate to throw the Wenyuan Bo Mansion out of the Capital.

Mrs. Tang, with a face full of comfort, said, "For someone so young, Yangyang already understands to consider my feelings. How can I, for personal reasons, cause discomfort for them as father and son?"

"In this world, they are the closest people to me."

Mrs. Jiang smiled, "Madam should have realized this sooner."

"If Uncle Wen Yuan had cared about his ancestors, he wouldn’t have doomed the Wenyuan Bo Mansion."

"In this world, only heart can exchange for heart."