RPAGF Chapter 389 Osmanthus Wine
Chapter 389 Osmanthus Wine
Wenfu.
Upon receiving Wen Jiayue's reply, Wen Ruohuan revealed a confident smile.
Sister, you're still so stupid, utterly hopeless!
Wen Ruohuan carefully placed the bone-corroding powder close to her body, had her maid pack her belongings, and then went to inform her parents.
After closing the door, she suppressed her excitement and whispered, "Father, Mother, I'm about to enter the Marquis's mansion!"
Madam Zhang sighed, "Huan'er, you're only going to stay at the Marquis's residence for a few days, and your brother-in-law isn't here. Why are you so happy?"
She was worried because her daughter was almost seventeen and still unmarried, and she had heard countless gossips about her.
Zhang had considered marrying her daughter off to someone else, but none of those families were good enough. After much deliberation, she decided that the Marquis of Jing'an's family was the best.
Her daughter cannot marry into a family of lower social standing than Wen Jiayue!
Since it can't be any higher, it has to be the same as the one she married.
“Mother, this time is different,” Wen Ruohuan said mysteriously, “Once my brother-in-law returns to the capital, I will be able to enter the family.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang hurriedly asked, "Huan'er, what do you mean by this?"
“Mother, don’t worry about that,” Wen Ruohuan said smugly. “Anyway, I have plenty of ways to get my brother-in-law to marry me.”
Zhang frowned and asked, "What method is it? Let me help you think of it."
Wen Ruohuan couldn't help but reveal, "Mother, do you have any objections to the method personally instructed by Her Highness the Eldest Princess?"
Zhang exclaimed in shock, "The Eldest Princess?"
Even Wen's father, who hadn't spoken until now, exclaimed in surprise, "Huan'er, what... what did you promise the Princess?"
Wen Ruohuan wanted to reveal her plan, but upon seeing her father, she gave up the idea.
After all, he is Wen Jiayue's father, and it wouldn't be good if he exposed this matter.
She waved her hand: "Father, Mother, I'm leaving now. Wait for my good news. Oh, and remember to prepare my dowry!"
She left with a cheerful gait, boarding a carriage bound for the Marquis of Jing'an's residence.
Halfway there, the carriage stopped, and a woman wearing a veil got in.
She asked warily, "Who are you?"
"You don't even recognize me?" Li Zhilan said indifferently. "Have you remembered everything I told you to do?"
At this time, she should have avoided suspicion and not appeared, but she really didn't trust Wen Ruohuan, so she had to come over in person to give her a few words of advice.
Wen Ruohuan breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the purse at her waist, and then said, "Your Highness, I have remembered everything you said."
“We must not act rashly,” Li Zhilan said. “We should wait at least five days before administering the medicine.”
Wen Ruohuan didn't care. What difference would a day or two make?
As if knowing her thoughts, Li Zhilan said, "I must ensure that Lord Shen will not appear in Chang'an in the short term, so that Wen Jiayue can die quietly as if she had caught a cold. Do you understand?"
Wen Ruohuan replied, "I understand, I will do whatever you say."
“Don’t think I’ll be idle these days,” Li Zhilan said calmly. “I have to make sure that Lord Shen won’t receive any news from Wen Jiayue in the next two weeks. We’re in the same boat, and we only have one chance. Don’t let me down.”
"Yes."
The carriage turned into the alley and stopped.
Li Zhilan alighted from the carriage silently, without attracting anyone's attention as he had arrived.
Wen Ruohuan calmly tucked Li Zhilan's purse into her sleeve.
She learned this skill from her brother, Wen Ruoqian. When he visited brothels, he loved to take the prostitutes' purses without them noticing, and then use them to amuse them.
She practiced diligently for many days and finally learned it.
A dark glint flashed in her eyes. The princess wanted to remain unscathed? Dream on!
After a quarter of an hour, we finally arrived at the Jing'an Marquis's residence.
After entering the mansion, Wen Ruohuan hid the purse and the bone-corroding powder in the guest room, and took a small bottle of osmanthus wine with her to find Wen Jiayue.
"Sister, I'm so tired," she said in a spoiled tone. "The journey was so bumpy, it almost shook my bones apart."
Wen Jiayue smelled a scent on her that was clearly not hers, and raised her eyebrows slightly. Had she just seen Li Zhilan?
She said calmly, "You're so young, there's no need to make such a fuss. Just sit down and rest."
Wen Ruohuan nodded and took out the osmanthus wine.
"Sister, you didn't have a chance to drink it last time, so I had to put the wine away. You must try it this time."
She specifically mentioned that she still had the wine from last time, just in case someone might produce the real thing and cause her harm.
Wen Jiayue also noticed that her emphasis was on "put the wine away," not the latter part of the sentence.
Did someone take the wine? Wen Jiayue seemed to understand, but pretended not to notice and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll try it."
While Wen Ruohuan was pouring wine, she gave Ruyi a wink.
Although there was no bone-corroding powder in this wine, Wen Ruohuan would never put anything in her mouth after handling it.
Ruyi immediately said awkwardly, "Madam, please forgive my bluntness, but you are currently menstruating and should not drink alcohol."
Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "It's alright. Huan'er's sentiment is more important. I'll just have a sip and won't drink any more."
“No, my lady,” Ruyi said anxiously, “You drank alcohol when you had your period last time, and you’ve had stomach pains for a long time. You can’t drink anymore.”
Wen Jiayue said with distress, "But this is wine that Huan'er brewed herself. If I don't drink it, it would be disrespectful."
The master and servant worked in unison, waiting for Wen Ruohuan to speak.
Having said all that, Wen Ruohuan could only say considerately, "Sister, you'd better not drink it. It'll be the same if you drink it in a few days. Maybe the flavor will be even better then."
Whether she drinks or not doesn't matter, she's already achieved her goal.
"Huan'er, I'm so sorry," Wen Jiayue said apologetically, "I didn't drink it last time, and I didn't drink it this time either. It's such a waste of your good intentions."
Seeing her so remorseful, Wen Ruohuan felt extremely smug.
It's really interesting how he managed to manipulate Wen Jiayue so effortlessly.
She trusts her so much; what is there to worry about if she administers the drug in a few days?
“Huan’er must be hungry after such a long journey,” Wen Jiayue instructed. “Ruyi, go and serve the meal.”
As she spoke, she took Wen Ruohuan's arm and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since we've had a meal together alone. Let's have a good chat later."
Just as Wen Ruohuan was about to agree, she suddenly noticed a faint red mark on the back of Wen Jiayue's neck, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to contain teeth marks.
She was stunned for a moment, then asked innocently, "Sister, did Zhao Zhao bite you?"
Wen Jiayue quickly pulled up her clothes, looking somewhat embarrassed.
“Zhao Zhao doesn’t have such straight teeth, it’s all thanks to your brother-in-law…” She hesitated, “Never mind, let’s not talk about it. How can a young girl like you listen to these kinds of things?”
Upon hearing this, Wen Ruohuan nearly ground her teeth to powder.