He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 74 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

She calmly smoothed out the wrinkles in her white dress, slowly stood up, nodded gently, and smiled serenely and tenderly: "Of course."

Wen Yan's gaze sharpened slightly as she pretended to ponder, then she blurted out: "Small hills overlap, their golden light shimmering; her hair, like clouds, seems to brush against her snowy cheeks. Lazily rising to paint her eyebrows, she lingers over her makeup and dressing. Before and after the mirrors, flowers and her face reflect each other. A new embroidered silk robe, adorned with pairs of golden partridges."

Wen Xinxin stood there, stunned, unable to utter a sound.

Is this a poem written by Wen Yan?

She knew her own limitations. Compared to this poem, her own poems were like a stinky, hard rock in a cesspool compared to a flawless white jade on a snow-capped mountain.

The minister, who loved poetry dearly, had already picked up a piece of paper and was muttering to himself.

Wen Yan didn't give them much time to react. She picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and tapped the cup with her slender white fingers: "A beauty that could topple kingdoms, neither flower nor mist, a lone figure walking in the spring breeze."

"A single glance back and a smile can captivate a hundred beauties, making all the ladies of the six palaces pale in comparison."

"Clear water brings out hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings."

"Clad in light blue robes, her hem fluttered lightly, like the moon veiled by blue clouds."

"..."

Wen Yan seemed to be inspired to write poetry, and recited about thirty sentences in one go.

Finally, Rou Rou asked, "Is that enough? There's more if you need more."

Everyone around gasped in shock.

One of them is incredible; he wrote thirty-three, and now you're telling me there are more?

A prodigy, a literary prodigy.

No, no, no, this is practically the God of Literature descending to earth.

The newly crowned top scorer was on the verge of tears. Compared to Wen Yan's poem, he felt his own was like a pile of rubbish...

Wen Xinxin stood there stunned: "This can't be real, this can't be real, she, it must be Wen Yan who plagiarized!"

As if grasping at a straw, she screamed wildly, "She copied it! Wen Yan can't read a single word, how could she have composed such a timeless masterpiece!"

"And you, you wretched slut, you vixen, you lowly savage!"

Wen Xinxin panicked and ran incoherently, and whatever came out of her mouth was completely out of control.

"Enough!" Wei Yanlin slammed his hand on the table. "I'm divorcing you!"

This crazy woman has completely disgraced him.

The affection and love of the past had long since vanished in the numerous arguments that followed A-Yue's entry into the household.

Not to mention that she made him lose face so badly at his welcome banquet.

He couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.

When he was in a daze, she was most devoted to him. Why was it that when he was about to reach the highest position, she became so utterly hopeless?

He was destined to be extraordinary, destined not to have only one woman, so why couldn't she understand?

Wei Yanlin's eyes were dark and unreadable.

There was regret and reluctance, but more than anything, there was determination.

Wen Xinxin doesn't deserve to be by his side.

Perhaps it was Wei Yanlin's gaze that stung her, or perhaps it was Wen Yan's ambiguous smile that hurt her, or perhaps it was the familiar way Wei Jiqing instinctively shielded Wen Yan behind him that stung her even more.

Wen Xinxin's eyes sharpened: "Wei Yanlin, do you still love me?"

Silence, long silence.

The next second, Wen Xinxin seemed to have a fit of madness and slapped him across the face.

The slap used all her strength, and she fell to the ground, screaming herself hoarse.

"Your Majesty, your daughter-in-law is going to accuse Wei Yanlin of plotting a rebellion! He has put slow-acting poison in your food! You are already terminally ill!"

emperor:!!!!!

Wei Yanlin's trusted minister: !!! What utter nonsense? They just spilled it out like that? Their grand plan just came out like that?? Huh??

An unrelated courtier: Is this what they mean by "if you can't love each other, then die together"? Women are terrifying, but people with extreme romantic fantasies are even more terrifying!

Wei Jiqing: ...

Unsure? Let me listen again.

"The newly appointed beauty is Wei Yanlin's woman, and the concubine you bestowed upon Wei Jiqing is also his woman, mmm mmm mmm..."

Wei Jiqing's ministers: Hmm? So... they won again without lifting a finger?

Wei Yanlin was stunned for a long time before he remembered to cover Wen Xinxin's mouth. However, this woman's fighting power was off the charts. She now wanted to drag Wei Yanlin, this scumbag, down with her.

It's okay, she can start over even if she dies.

Yes, she can definitely do it again.

In her next life, she will plan ahead to kill this heartless and despicable man, and then be with Wei Jiqing.

Wen Xinxin used all her strength, almost drawing blood from Wei Yanlin's hand, forcing him to let go despite the pain.

She continued to shout, "And Bai Yifan, Wei Yanlin asked me to contact him in order to get supplies because he was secretly raising an army."

Minister: Wow! That's amazing!

"Also, Bai Yifan was saved by him, and he's currently in a house at the entrance of an alley in the capital!"

Wen Xinxin didn't care anymore; Wei Yanlin was doing everything now.

Wei Yanlin: Where's your shamelessness? Huh?

The welcoming banquet was turned into a complete mess. The Emperor was so angry that he grabbed a wine cup and hurled it at Wei Yanlin.

Unfortunately, he couldn't dodge and his head was smashed open. Blood mixed with strong liquor dripped down his forehead.

He knelt on the ground, trembling. The head guard stood beside him, carrying a large, gleaming sword. With a turn of the blade, the air seemed to be sliced ​​apart, making a tearing sound.

He's still completely bewildered.

Damn it, how did things turn out like this?

Wei Yanlin stared fiercely at Wen Xinxin, his bloodthirsty gaze almost tearing her apart.

Wen Xinxin laughed maniacally, muttering to herself: There's another life, yes, the next life...

233 noticed that something seemed off about her, and stared at Wen Yan with her eyes wide open as if they were a jumble of characters.

Sir, have you done something wrong?

Wen Yan looked at the sky and the ground but not at it, as if she felt guilty but wouldn't admit it.

She didn't do anything wrong; she just used A-Yue's body to administer a little bit of mania powder.

It should be fine.

233 didn't say much, and happily popped a handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth and chewed them.

Let's stop talking and watch the show; it's getting really exciting right now.

Wei Yanlin racked his brains and suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Father, I beg you to spare my life in consideration of my success in quelling the floods in Jiangnan. I am willing to be exiled."

Wei Yanlin didn't know if he could succeed, but as the saying goes, when you're desperate, you'll try anything, even if it's a hopeless case.

He shouted with heartfelt emotion, his forehead hitting the bluestone slab again and again, leaving a bloody stain, and his temple was cut open and bleeding profusely.

The situation was utterly dire.

The emperor moved his lips, but could not bear it.

After all, he was the prince he had doted on since childhood.

It hasn't succeeded yet, has it?

Moreover, he felt great, so he figured the slow-acting poison probably wasn't too toxic... right?

Wen Yan knew exactly what the Emperor was thinking.

Even if everything falls apart, Heaven will still protect the male protagonist and rationalize everything.

Everyone will forgive the male protagonist, even his father who was almost killed by him.