He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 73 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

A-Yue's slender body trembled slightly, and her small, fair hands tugged at Wei Yanlin's clothes.

The man turned around and met Wen Xinxin's wicked expression. His brows furrowed deeply: "Wen Xinxin, don't be ungrateful!"

A-Yue glanced timidly at Wen Xinxin before hurriedly stopping Wei Yanlin: "Yan... Fifth Prince, no, don't wrong Sister Xinxin, she didn't bully me."

Despite its frail body that would have collapsed at the slightest breeze, it was unusually strong at this moment, like a tender leaf in a downpour, which made his heart tremble.

"Pah! How come the mud of Jiangnan didn't crush you, you green tea b*tch..."

"Wen Xinxin!"

After being provoked time and time again, Wei Yanlin lost his temper, forcefully pulling away from Wen Xinxin's hand and causing her to stumble.

"If it weren't for me, you, a lowly concubine who can't even be presented in public..."

Wei Yan spoke without thinking, deliberately poking at people's sensitive spots.

Wen Xinxin, who could exchange insults with even the most shameless rogues for ten rounds, was speechless and turned to run towards the garden.

She truly hated A-Yue.

Wei Yanlin came to his senses and realized that he had spoken too harshly. He wanted to make amends but couldn't bring himself to do it, so he said with a livid face, "Let her be."

A glimpse of the green-clad figure behind him from the corner of his eye softened his tone instantly: "Ah Yue, don't be afraid, I won't let anyone bully you."

"I...thank you very much."

Ah Yue lowered her eyes, concealing the amused smile in them.

Tsk, this is too unchallenging.

She could almost see a free tomorrow beckoning to her!

Another day of successfully infuriating people!

Despite his anger, Wei Yanlin still sent someone to call Wen Xinxin back.

As dusk fell, the candlelight from the red lanterns cast a warm glow over the banquet, and beautiful dancers came and went in waves.

The men stared intently at the dancer's exposed slender waist, their eyes glazed over, their minds filled with lewd thoughts.

The women looked on with disdain, but when they noticed their husbands watching, their contemptuous gazes instantly turned into jealousy.

Bah, vixen.

The start of another round of poetry competition smoothly propelled the banquet to its climax.

Wei Yanlin and Wei Yanlin were locked in a fierce competition, making it impossible for either of them to break into the lively atmosphere. Neither of them was willing to speak.

Wen Xinxin was waiting for Wei Yanlin to start coaxing her.

Wei Yanlin was waiting for Wen Xinxin to take the initiative to back down.

"My beloved ministers, the floods in Jiangnan have been brought under control! My son has done a great job in controlling the floods..." The chief eunuch standing beside the emperor repeated the emperor's words in a thin, high-pitched voice.

The Emperor recently spent half the night fooling around with a beautiful woman. He was exhausted and his voice was weak and listless.

He mustered his almost non-existent mind, uttered some polite words, and, taking advantage of the moment when the eunuch was relaying the message, ordered his men to go and get the medicine from the newly favored beauty.

He just took a fancy to another dancer.

Her alluring figure captivated him, making him lose his soul.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," the chief eunuch called out in a low voice.

The emperor was somewhat displeased that his idyllic thoughts of displaying his prowess had been interrupted.

The chief eunuch forced himself to repeat, "The Fifth Prince's concubine, Lady Wen, has suggested that everyone compose poems to add to the festivities. We request Your Majesty to provide a topic."

The emperor's eyes lit up: "Then let's have beauties to sing praises of beautiful things."

The chief eunuch's voice, as he plucked the ear, rang out again: "Then let's have beauties, and sing praises to beautiful things!"

"Fifth Prince's beloved concubine, Lady Wen, would you like to be the first to compose a poem?"

Wen Xinxin stood up impatiently and glanced at A Yue with ill intent: "Your Majesty, I know that I am not very learned. I have heard that the woman my husband brought back from Jiangnan is extremely talented... I beg Your Majesty to give Sister A Yue a chance."

Wen Xinxin forcefully held down Wei Yanlin's hand, which was violently pulling at her sleeve, and blurted out the prepared speech she had already prepared.

Seeing that the emperor did not object, he made a gesture of invitation, which infuriated Wei Yanlin.

His eyes, laced with venom, seemed to want to poison her to death.

How could Ah Yue, a merchant woman who couldn't read a single character, possibly compose poetry?

A-Yue was pushed to her feet by Wen Xinxin and stood helplessly in the middle of a group of people, looking at Wei Yanlin.

Wei Yanlin was about to stand up when Wen Xinxin stopped him: "If you save her, I'll expose that you were the one who sent Bai Yifan to find me."

They seem to be prepared to fight to the death.

Wen Xinxin made up her mind that after A Yue felt awkward for a while, she would reveal that A Yue was completely ignorant.

While you're at it, go and cry to the Emperor, saying that A-Yue is shameless, an unmarried woman living in a married man's house, flirting with him every day, calling him "brother" and "sister."

Let's see who dares to want this slut now.

The thought of A-Yue being condemned by everyone made Wen Xinxin almost go crazy with excitement.

Threatened, Wei Yanlin could only remain still, staring at A Yue with bloodshot eyes.

Ah Yue, I will make it up to you.

Wen Yan, who loves watching the drama unfold, took a moment to grab a handful of melon seeds from 233 and started cracking them: "This little rose is pretty good, it's sure to attract a lot of hatred."

233 popped a handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth, nodded vigorously, chewed them a few times, spat out a handful of shells, and then stuffed another handful into his mouth.

Sunflower seeds taste best when you're watching a spectacle!

A-Yue frowned; men really can't be relied on.

Her eyes lit up, and she spotted her benefactor secretly eating sunflower seeds in the corner.

A-Yue: My benefactor is mighty and mighty; how could mere poetry be of any use to me!

"Your Majesty, I know my talents are shallow and I am unworthy of such praise as Your Majesty's gentle concubine. However, I can recommend someone to Your Majesty." A-Yue said very sincerely.

"Oh? Who?" The emperor didn't even lift his eyelids, clearly uninterested in her words.

"Princess."

emperor:????

Minister:????

Is she referring to Wen Yan, the girl who had no mother to teach her and never had a proper teacher growing up?

Wen Xinxin almost laughed her way out of her teeth.

Wen Yan can write poetry? Hahaha, that's hilarious!

Yeah!

It would be even better if they climbed to the top by stepping on Wen Yan.

Wen Xinxin was extremely excited and jumped up. No one could be more agile or excited than her at this moment: "Your daughter-in-law has a lot of experience in poetry. Would you like to compare with the two of them? I hope Father Emperor will grant my request."

The secret joy in his voice was impossible to hide.

She looked at the two people on the field with an air of superiority, like a proud hen that could lay a golden egg after clucking.

"Could you two elder sisters and younger sisters do me this favor?"

Wen Yan: Well, you've really run into trouble.

Behind her stood renowned scholars and literati, figures whose names would be remembered for generations—how could a mere girl like her compare?