I was a conman in the Ming Dynasty.

Chapter 114 King Wen's Wedding 4



Chapter 114 King Wen's Wedding 4

Chapter 114 The Wedding of King Wen of Zhou (Part 4)

"Mother..." The child clutched Sheng Lan's wedding dress, sobbing with grievance.

Sheng Lan stomped her feet in anger, "I'm not your mother!"

"Hmm..." Wang Wenzhou looked at Sheng Lan, then at the child. To be honest, they really did look alike.

Wang Wenzhou suddenly felt very upset. He wanted to vent his anger on Sheng Lan, but he couldn't bear to. He didn't get angry, but he felt very frustrated.

Wang Wenzhou waved to Sheng Lei, who immediately ran over.

Wang Wenzhou asked, "What exactly happened? Is that child your nephew?"

Sheng Lei smiled wryly and said, "Brother-in-law, I don't know either! You know I haven't seen Xiao Lan for years, and we only got in touch this year."

"Wang Wenzhou, you still don't believe me!" Sheng Lan angrily threw the wedding dress covering her face to the ground, looking at Wang Wenzhou with tears in her eyes, her gaze full of resentment.

"No!" Wang Wenzhou knelt down with a thud and grabbed Sheng Lan's leg.

"Lazy Blue, I didn't disbelieve you!" Wang Wenzhou lied again. As a liar, Wang Wenzhou's mind worked very quickly.

Wang Wenzhou considered many factors. For example, if the illegitimate child came to their door in front of so many people on their wedding day, almost no one would recognize him. And then there was… Wang Wenzhou dared not think about it; the more he thought about it, the more distressed he became.

"I really don't know him!" Sheng Lan knelt on the ground, hugging Wang Wenzhou and crying bitterly.

"Mother..." The child clung to Sheng Lan's wedding dress, refusing to let go.

"Damn it! My wedding is such a hassle! Luckily I don't have a heart condition!" Wang Wenzhou thought to himself with a bitter smile.

Wang Wenhua bent down and picked up the child, saying, "Boxin, although this child isn't your blood relative, he's still your son. Look how wronged he is, he's crying his eyes out!"

“You…” Sheng Lan stood up angrily, pointed at the middle-aged man, and asked fiercely, “I have no grudge against you, why are you ruining my reputation like this? Are you trying to force me to my death?”

“Winter frost…” The middle-aged man’s face showed bitterness.

Wang Wenzhou decided to find out what exactly happened.

"Li Yajing, come here quickly." Wang Wenzhou waved to Li Yajing.

Li Yajing jogged over and said, "Brother-in-law! Don't listen to their nonsense! Sister Lan definitely doesn't have a son!"

"Help Lanlan go rest first, we still have to go out to toast later," Wang Wenzhou said.

"Brother-in-law..." Li Yajing wanted to say something more.

Wang Wenzhou interrupted her, urging, "Go quickly."

Li Yajing pouted and forcefully pulled Sheng Lan into the "rest room".

"Xiao Qiang!" Wang Wenzhou waved to Wang Qiang.

"Young Master, what are your orders?" Wang Qiang asked.

"Open two rooms and lock them up separately. I want to hold court and hear their case!" Wang Wenzhou said angrily.

"Boxin! The relationships in your family are so complicated. Even your elder brother has a headache just looking at them. I won't get involved. I'm going out to attend the wedding banquet." Wang Wenhua laughed and walked away.

Wang Wenzhou frowned. This farce today was probably related to that bastard Wang Wenhua.

"Young Master, didn't you say you were going to interrogate him?" Wang Qiang was very curious. What was wrong with his young master? He had been sitting there blankly for so long.

"Xiaoqiang, come here, let's sort this out! If you were Lanlan, would you acknowledge your own son after what happened today?" Wang Wenzhou asked.

“Young Master, didn’t you always say that a dignified seven-foot man can do it, but he should never admit it even if he’s beaten to death?” Wang Qiang said in a serious tone.

"Alright, you win!" Wang Wenzhou stood up, patted his butt, and went to interrogate the middle-aged man.

"Bang!" Wang Wenzhou kicked the door open.

"Tell me! What exactly happened?" Wang Wenzhou asked.

"Lord Wang, I know you will hate me! But..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Wang Wenzhou slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

Wang Wenzhou cursed and said, "The prefect who confiscated your property, the magistrate who exterminated your entire family. I am the magistrate of Hanshan County, you must have known that long ago. I can kill you as easily as crushing an ant. Do you know that? No matter how much you teach a child, he will never lie?"

“Lord Wang…” The middle-aged man began to break out in a cold sweat.

“Speak, in detail, from the very beginning. From now on, if you dare to tell a single lie, I’ll cut off one finger from each of you, father and son!” Wang Wenzhou said viciously.

"My lord! Spare my life!" The middle-aged man suddenly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"What's your name? Where are you from?" Wang Wenzhou asked.

"My name is Jiang Peiya, from Ningguo Prefecture," Jiang Peiya replied.

"Refugees? Do you have any conscience? You fled from Ningguo Prefecture, did I not let you go hungry? How can you treat me like this? Insulting my newlywed wife?" Wang Wenzhou said angrily.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Jiang Peiya's forehead was bleeding from the banging. He cried out, "Sir, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault for being greedy for a moment..."

Jiang Peiya recounted the events exactly as they happened.

It turns out that last night, someone approached Jiang Peiya and asked him to act in this play. Jiang Peiya was initially reluctant to agree, but after looking at his terminally ill wife, he hardened his heart and decided to take the job, which led to the farce at the wedding just now.

"Ten taels of silver?" Wang Wenzhou asked, both amused and exasperated.

"Your Excellency! It really is ten taels of silver! I haven't touched a single coin! I was planning to buy medicine for my wife after today's business was over!" Jiang Peiya said.

"You'd risk your life for ten taels of silver?" Wang Wenzhou asked.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Jiang Peiya kowtowed and pleaded, "My lord! I deserve to die! Please spare my son! He's still young, and I taught him to say those things!"

Wang Wenzhou didn't say anything, stood up, and walked out of the room.

Jiang Peiya stared blankly at the doorway, filled with regret! He was a scholar with the title of Xiucai (a successful candidate in the lowest level of the imperial examinations) and had always been proud of himself. His family originally owned hundreds of acres of fertile land. But he was misled by a friend and swindled out of all his wealth. Then, he encountered a famine and fled to Hanshan.

Lord Wang, a man renowned for his upright character, had been a familiar figure to him lately, and he greatly admired him. But tragically, his wife had fallen seriously ill, and they had no money for treatment…

Jiang Peiya knew that by slandering a woman's reputation, especially that of Lord Wang's newlywed wife, he would surely face Lord Wang's retaliation. If it were him, he would want to kill the villain who defamed his wife. But he also felt sorry for his son and didn't want him to suffer such a fate. It was all his fault; he deeply regretted his actions!

"Young Master, I've found out what you asked me to investigate. There is indeed a person named Jiang Peiya, and his wife is indeed seriously ill." Wang Qiang had just been sent by Wang Wenzhou to investigate Jiang Peiya's background.

Wang Wenzhou nodded and said, "Let them go. Also, tell Ru Ru that if his ten taels of silver are not enough to treat his wife's illness, ask Ru Ru to help him out further."

"Huh?" Wang Qiang said sarcastically, "Young Master, when did you become a Buddhist?"

Wang Wenzhou smiled bitterly and said, "I don't believe in Buddhism, I just admire him. A person who would risk his life for his wife is worthy of admiration. Don't tell Lanlan about this. If Lanlan asks, just say that I killed that man and gave the child to a kind person to adopt."

"Oh dear!" Wang Qiang curled his lip. "Is this still my own young master, who is so vindictive?"


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