0p0 Chapter 211 Find out
Chapter 211 Find out
Lin Han's eyes were full of longing for a better life in the future, but with a hint of uncertainty.
Cui Rongrong looked a little hesitant: "But, I'm afraid of being discovered..." The shadow of the past still cast a long shadow in her heart. She was worried that Song Yanyi's suspicion had not disappeared, and she didn't want to bring unnecessary trouble to Lin Han.
Lin Han held her hand tightly, his eyes firm: "Don't worry, I am also an official appointed by the court now. If you marry me, you will be an official's wife. Even if he finds out, he won't dare to act rashly against the official's family."
His words were full of strength, hoping to give her enough sense of security.
Cui Rongrong's heart was filled with complex emotions. She was moved by Lin Han's persistence, but her inner concerns still made her hesitant.
She knew that if the marriage was delayed too long, there might be more variables.
Just a few days ago, the two of them went out to the street to inspect other pharmacies and clinics. While taking a break in a teahouse, Wang Yuanwai's youngest son came up to them and started a conversation. On the surface, it seemed like they were just greeting each other, but in fact, he kept stealing glances at Cui Rong.
Although Cui Rongrong was indifferent and did not give any response, this scene still caused ripples in Lin Han's heart.
Not to mention, Lin Han didn't believe that Song Yanyi could really discover the truth that Cui Rongrong was pretending to be dead.
The elaborately designed "death" was so meticulously planned, almost flawless. Unless it was a god, who could have detected a flaw in it?
Cui Rong's brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked a little confused, as if she was struggling between two dilemmas.
At this moment, Lin Han mustered up unprecedented courage, held her hands tightly, and his eyes were full of determination: "Wanwan, let's get married as soon as possible. I will protect you forever."
His voice was filled with unquestionable determination.
Cui Rongrong looked into his eyes that were full of expectation and determination. The last bit of hesitation in her heart finally disappeared. She nodded gently, as if she had made a major decision: "Okay."
Lin Han's eyes lit up instantly, and his joy was beyond words: "Then let's get married next month!"
His words are full of longing for the future and infinite yearning for a happy life.
In ordinary families, marriage does not require the complicated and lengthy preparations like in wealthy families. A month is enough to plan a simple and warm wedding.
The capital city, the distant and glorious Yanjing, although thousands of miles away from the small town where they live, a touching love story can also be performed in this small world.
A gorgeously decorated carriage drove leisurely into the city gate, the horse's hooves making steady sounds as they stepped on the bluestone road, and it headed straight towards the Xie Mansion with a clear goal.
The guards and pedestrians along the way automatically made way, as if they were in awe of the carriage and its owner. Every slight bump of the carriage foreshadowed an unspeakable power and status.
As the curtain of the carriage was gently lifted, a woman dressed in gorgeous silk and satin, with an intricate headdress and glittering gold, silver, pearls and jade slowly walked down from the carriage.
In the sunlight, the jewelry sparkled with dazzling light, as if silently telling of the owner's wealth and publicity.
"Mrs. Xu."
Cuizhu, who had been waiting in front of the door for a long time, called out in a low voice, her eyes inadvertently sweeping over the woman's clothes, her brows slightly frowned imperceptibly.
In her opinion, such ostentatious attire seemed more like an eagerness to show off new wealth rather than the restraint and subtlety of a true aristocrat.
I couldn't help but feel a little pity in my heart. After all, my daughter is no longer alive. Is she dressing like this to mourn or for some other purpose?
The woman, Wang, seemed to be oblivious to everything around her. She just gently stroked the gold hairpin on her head with an elegant posture, revealing a deliberately created aura of nobility.
"Thank you for calling me, Master. Where is my poor daughter buried?"
After she finished speaking, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, with a bit of expectation and calculation.
"No hurry. My young master has said that he wants to meet with the lady first. There are some matters concerning Cui Rong that need to be explained in person."
Cuizhu's words were gentle but firm, which made Wang's eyes light up instantly. She blurted out "OK, OK, OK" three times, unable to hide her inner joy.
She had her own plans for this visit. As for Cui Rong's life or death, she had long been indifferent to her. It was just a means to achieve her goal.
Following the guidance of the green bamboo, Wang walked into the towering gate of Xie's mansion.
The scene inside the palace is solemn and elegant, and every brick and tile reveals its extraordinary grandeur.
Song Yanyi was already waiting in the front hall, wearing a plain white gown, with his black hair tied up with a simple brocade belt. He was not wearing a single bit of gold or silver, but he had an otherworldly temperament that was admirable.
When Wang entered the hall, she felt an invisible pressure. She could not help but restrain her arrogance and said in a gentle and cautious tone, "Thank you, young master."
Recalling their first meeting a year ago, she still remembered it vividly. The extraordinary aura emanating from this young man forced her to re-evaluate.
His words were indifferent with a hint of coldness: "Cui Rong has left us. We asked you to come here today to return her belongings."
Hearing this, a gleam of greed flashed across Wang's eyes, "Really! That's great!"
Her thoughts were already clear.
However, Song Yanyi remained calm, his eyes deep: "I heard that Cui Rongrong took some valuables with her when she left?"
There seems to be infinite meaning in the words.
Wang's eyes rolled, and she immediately agreed, her voice mixed with a bit of exaggeration: "Yes, yes! Tens of thousands of taels of silver notes! That girl is really unfilial. She swept away all the family savings, leaving me with no face. Now that she is gone, the deficit she left behind is hard to fill..."
Song Yanyi's eyes became deeper, revealing an unquestionable majesty: "Are you sure? If there is any discrepancy with the facts, this government can only ask the government to intervene. Once it is found that there is deception, the law will punish severely."
These words were like cold water poured over her head. Wang immediately changed her tone, her voice trembling, "No, it's not like that! It's two thousand taels of silver, plus the deeds of the two manors and the hundred-acre medicinal field, the total is only about four or five thousand taels."
Song Yanyi's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and the sense of oppression was palpitating: "Are you sure?!"
Wang was so frightened that she fell to her knees with a plop. In panic, she kept saying, "I am sure! If you don't believe me, I am willing to present the account book for verification. I swear to heaven that every word is true!"
Facing Song Yan's face as gloomy as a cold pond, Wang was terrified to the extreme. She dared not tell a lie anymore and told the whole situation truthfully.
After a moment of silence, Song Yanyi suddenly stood up. His movement was so fast that Wang was trembling with fear, as if she felt the end of the world was approaching.
However, he just strode past her and left the hall, leaving Wang in shock.
Cuizhu's voice sounded again, cold but majestic: "Madam Wang, please go back first. Once the accounts are checked, the silver will be returned naturally."
How could Wang dare to refuse? She nodded quickly and agreed repeatedly, no longer having the slightest thought of resisting the Xie family.