After entering the book, the cold prince begs for favor

Chapter 421 Zhou Jianming's Death Is Imminent

Zhou Jianming was so frightened that he screamed and staggered back several steps, almost falling to the ground. His face turned ashen.

The chill from the hairpin tip seemed to have pierced his eyes, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Cousin-sister-in-law! What are you doing?!" His voice changed as he looked at Yuan Wanru in horror.

Yuan Wanru held a gold hairpin, her posture elegant yet her aura murderous, like a Rakshasa woman who had stepped out of a painting.

She stared coldly at Zhou Jianming, each word hitting him clearly in the face: "Zhou Jianming, you better listen to me."

"Stop with your filthy thoughts and lewd eyes! If you dare to look around with those eyes again, or appear in front of me in my way, I'll rip them out myself and feed them to the dogs!"

"Don't think that just because the old lady is here, I can't touch you. In this Marquis's mansion, I have a thousand ways to deal with a lowlife like you, making you wish you were dead, and leaving no one with any evidence against you!"

She paused, looking at Zhou Jianming trembling with fear, and sneered contemptuously: "Go back to your doghouse and behave yourself until Sister Yun's wedding is over. If I find you behaving in the slightest and disturbing the joy of the household again... Hmph, you can try me!"

After saying that, Yuan Wanru flipped her wrist, and the gleaming gold hairpin was magically inserted back into her hair bun, as if the thrilling scene had never happened.

Without even glancing at Zhou Jianming, who was slumped on the ground trembling like a leaf, she said indifferently to Shi Ying behind her, "Let's go. The servants should clean the paths in this garden more often from now on, so that no dirty things can run onto the paths and pollute people's eyes for no reason."

The maids suppressed their laughter and respectfully replied, "Yes, Madam."

Yuan Wanru walked gracefully past Zhou Jianming, who was terrified, with her head held high and her entourage, like a proud phoenix, without even touching a speck of dust on the ground.

Zhou Jianming was left slumped on the cold stone slab, his back drenched in cold sweat, overwhelmed by immense fear and humiliation.

Yuan Wanru is truly terrifying. Lu Jiangnian already knew about Yuan Wanru's frightening of Zhou Jianming before returning to the manor.

These past two days, he's been busy making arrangements outside and hasn't had time to attend to matters at home.

Lu Jiangnian walked into Mianyue Pavilion with a gloomy aura: "Wife, what are your plans regarding that beast surnamed Zhou?"

Seeing his angry expression, Yuan Wanru said with a smile, "I haven't suffered any loss, but I happen to have something I want to discuss with you."

Lu Jiangnian knew, of course, that his wife wouldn't suffer a loss, but how could he not be angry at the thought of that disgusting fellow living in the mansion?

Yuan Wanru said slowly, "I know you are angry and wish you could punish him immediately."

Actually, she wanted to too.

The way that guy looked during the day...

She extended her slender white index finger. "I have a plan to make Liang Yuhua disappear from our mansion. What do you think?"

Lu Jiangnian's eyes lit up when he heard this.

That would certainly be the best outcome.

He never wanted this inexplicable concubine in the first place.

"Say it quickly."

Yuan Wanru's fingertips lightly traced the tabletop, her eyes becoming deep and unfathomable. "Husband, Yuhua's entry into the manor was not your intention. Since she is a spy, it would be best for her to leave the capital, this place of trouble."

She looked up and met Lu Jiangnian's eyes, which had suddenly become serious.

Lu Jiangnian said in a low voice, "In that case, wouldn't everyone in the Liang family disappear at the same time?"

Yuan Wanru slowly shook her head: "That's a poor choice."

“I think we can find someone to take the blame and have the Emperor pin Liang Yuhua’s death on him. That way, if someone wants to shift the blame, they won’t be able to shift it to the Liang family.”

"die?"

Lu Jiangnian met her bright eyes and a thought struck him: "Was it the kind of death Tang Bo suffered?"

Yuan Wanru smiled and said, "Yes."

As long as Liang Yuhua did not commit suicide or was killed by the Lu family, who can the Emperor blame?

Anyway, Zhou Jianming was a man who deserved to die.

Liang Yuhua was innocent, and Yuan Wanru really disliked her. Liang Yuhua was Lu Jiangnian's concubine, which always bothered her.

This incident involving Zhou Mingjian presents a perfect opportunity.

Lu Jiangnian quickly understood her scheme.

Rather than keeping Liang Yuhua as a pawn in the mansion forever, constantly under surveillance, it would be better to use this incident to make her 'disappear'.

Yuan Wanru said calmly, "A person like Zhou Mingjian will not let go of even the slightest opportunity."

“We can orchestrate a situation to make him believe he has succeeded. Then, Liang Yuhua, unwilling to be humiliated, will ‘die’ in a way that is both reasonable and without a trace. What do you think?”

Lu Jiangnian's eyes and brows were filled with a satisfied smile.

"It seems my wife is just as bothered as I am."

He thought he was the only one who was holding a grudge.

He grasped Yuan Wanru's hand in return, his palm burning hot, but his eyes had regained their usual composure and sharpness. "You've thought this through. This is a very good idea."

He said in a deep voice, "Then you will be in charge of the medicine, and I will be in charge of having people lure away the spies and informants near the courtyard, making sure it's done flawlessly and that we don't let anyone know."

Having gained Lu Jiangnian's approval, Yuan Wanru's eyes lit up with a smile, like ice melting in the morning: "Don't worry, I have some ideas about this matter. We will plan it carefully tonight and we will be able to make sure it goes smoothly."

She moved closer to Lu Jiangnian, the cool fragrance of magnolia wafting over her, her fingertips gently smoothing his furrowed brows: "Once Yun'er's grand wedding is over and everything is settled, it will be time for us to close the net. How are your preparations going?"

The act of regicide is not just an empty expression of anger.

Looking at the person in front of him, Lu Jiangnian's original calmness was replaced by burning emotions.

He reached out and embraced Yuan Wanru's slender waist, pulling her into his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her fragrant hair, his voice deep and tender: "Don't worry, don't you trust me to handle things?"

He would never obediently become someone else's meat on the chopping block.

Yuan Wanru nestled against his firm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, a reassuring smile curving her lips.

She closed her eyes, savoring this moment of tenderness and tranquility.

Though the road ahead may be fraught with dangers and intrigues, as long as husband and wife are of one mind, they will fear no storm.

"My husband only needs to maintain order outside; these demons and monsters inside the manor..."

She raised her head, her eyes flashing with a confident yet cold light. "Leave it to me."

Lu Jiangnian lowered his head and kissed her forehead, everything was understood without words.

The moonlight outside the window was like water, and the candlelight inside flickered red. The decisiveness of the battle just now seemed to be temporarily sealed by this moment of tenderness, leaving only the couple's figures leaning on each other, waiting together for the coming storm and rebirth.

July 22nd.

Lu Yun got married.

The show is about to begin.