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[A cunning merchant’s daughter × A powerful Official]
In Ping County, it was said that the Wen family was so wealthy that even their rice bowls were made of gold.
Unfortunately, Old Master Wen struggled with heirs, having only two daughters.
As the ailing patriarch neared his end, the Wen family was on the verge of being devoured by greedy relatives.
Wen Wan, who had just transmigrated into this world, was in a hurry.
What she desperately needed was an obedient and docile son-in-law—
Coincidentally, Marquis Wei Zheng of Huai’an, who had been sent south to investigate a case, was ambushed and left for dead.
Slave traders, spotting an opportunity, knocked him unconscious and sold him overnight—straight into Wen Wan’s chambers. With his memory lost, Wei Zheng became Zhao Heng, the Wen family’s live-in son-in-law.
The hands once used to wield a sword now stirred soup in the kitchen.
Finally, when Wen Wan discovered she was pregnant, she drugged Wei Zheng without hesitation and abandoned him in the snow-covered forests of Cang Mountain, five hundred miles away, to fend for himself.
She then donned white mourning flowers, wrapped black silk around her arm, and held a grand banquet to bid farewell to her “suddenly deceased” husband.
Whenever the name of Madam Wen was mentioned, the people of Ping County would sigh and say, “Poor woman! Widowed so young, left to care for her father and two children alone. Though she’s rolling in gold, her heart must be drowning in sorrow!”
She dabbed her eyes with a silk handkerchief, nodding mournfully—while inwardly laughing at her own brilliance.
But karma has a way of collecting debts.
Years later, the Wen family’s immense wealth attracted envy, and Wen Wan found herself imprisoned.
The official assigned to her case? None other than the renowned Marquis of Huai’an.
Despite the Wen family exhausting their fortune to pull strings, the case remained at a standstill.
Marquis Wei Zheng.
Alive.
Remembering everything.
The courtroom trembled as he stared down at her, his voice frostier than Cang Mountain’s winds,
“Madam Wen, I hear you swore an oath—never to remarry, to remain faithful to your late husband’s memory.”
His smile was a knife wrapped in silk, “Tell me… was that before or after you left him to die?”
Wen Wan, for the first time in her life, felt genuine fear.
“My lord,” she whispered, knees buckling, “My lord, I’ve learned my lesson—please spare me!”
Trembling, Wen Wan replied, “My lord, I’ve learned my lesson—please spare me!”
