Chapter 73 : She is the best at lying

Song Ying looked at the remaining soup in the bowl, which had already gone cold because of Wen Jun’s delay.

Wen Jun didn’t pay any attention to her frustration. He just looked around and asked, “Where’s Faer?”

“What business does the Young Marquis have with her?”

Earlier that morning, Song Ying had sent the little maid out to inquire about Yue Shaozhi’s schedule.

Wen Jun replied, “I just thought she’s always with you, but now I don’t see her.”

Song Ying called out to the servant at the door and asked them to take away the dishes and soup to be reheated.

Seeing this, Wen Jun said, “It’s my fault for disturbing your lunch. To make up for it, I’ll take you out to eat.”

Song Ying said, “I understand. Since the Young Marquis has confirmed that I’m not haunted by a female ghost, can you leave now?”

Wen Jun didn’t move, as if he were waiting for something.

Then, at the sound of familiar footsteps, Wen Jun smiled and said, “Here she comes.”

Faer walked in from outside the courtyard, muttering, “Miss, our door’s been broken. Who was the bastard who did it? I’m going to fight him. That door cost so much, Young Marquis!”

Wen Jun tilted his head and proudly pointed at himself. “The bastard you’re talking about is me.”

Faer was so frightened she didn’t dare take another step forward. She looked timidly at Song Ying.

Song Ying immediately left the table, walked over, and shielded Faer behind her. She then ordered again, “Young Marquis, please leave now.”

Wen Jun stood up and walked past Song Ying but stopped after only a few steps. Turning back, he looked at Faer. “Little Faer, what were you doing just now?”

Faer pressed her lips tightly together and didn’t answer.

Wen Jun smiled gently. “Quite tight-lipped. Song Ying, you’ve trained her well.”

Song Ying made a “please” gesture. “Young Marquis, please.”

Wen Jun’s handsome face darkened under the overcast sky. “Song Ying, next time I come, open the door honestly. Otherwise, I’ll chop it down again. If it hits someone’s head, don’t blame me. I’m leaving, haha.”

Watching Wen Jun’s departing figure, Faer shivered. “Miss, the Young Marquis is so scary. Is he really going to kill me?”

“Is Faer afraid of death?”

Seeing Song Ying’s calm, fearless eyes, Faer closed her eyes, then opened them again her fear gone. “I’m not afraid! At worst, I’ll be Faer again in eighteen years!”

Song Ying patted her head. “If you’re that brave, come inside.”

Aunt Dong brought in the reheated food.

After eating, Faer reported the information she had gathered to Song Ying.

“The Regent hasn’t left the residence today. It’s probably because of the Princess.”

Song Ying: “Do you have any way to find out what’s going on inside the palace?”

Faer: “It’s hard to get intel from the palace, but I know a young lady in charge of clearing night incense. She regularly leaves the palace to dispose of waste. I’ll try to find her. Who exactly do you want news about, Miss?”

Song Ying was surprised. “You actually know someone in the palace?”

Faer blinked her lively eyes. “Miss, have you forgotten? Back when I used to follow you into the palace, I would run errands with the palace maids. Of course, I got to know some of them.”

Song Ying couldn’t help but give her a thumbs up. “My dear, you’re amazing.”

Faer: “Hehe, that’s because the young lady taught me well. I share good food and fun things with them, and naturally we end up chatting.”

Song Ying: “Wen Jun didn’t get the answer he wanted today, so he’ll definitely send someone to spy on us. Once you go out, you’re bound to be followed.”

Faer: “Then what should we do?”

Song Ying paced around the room. She couldn’t let Wen Jun find out the truth. With his personality, it would definitely lead to trouble.

Anything that made Song Ying uncomfortable, Wen Jun would gladly do.

Song Ying waved Faer over. “Come closer, listen…”

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Wen Jun lay on the couch with his eyes closed. In the corner, a little maid was adding charcoal to the brazier. As she turned around, she accidentally bumped into a porcelain vase nearby.

Clang!

The porcelain vase hit the wooden floor and rolled off to the side.

Seeing Wen Jun open his eyes, the little maid panicked and knelt down, kowtowing and begging for forgiveness.

Wen Jun glanced at the trembling maid and smiled harmlessly. “Get up, you didn’t mean it.”

“Thank you, thank you, Young Marquis.”

“You may go.”

“Yes… I’ll take my leave…”

Before leaving, the maid carefully returned the porcelain vase to its original position, feeling fortunate to have escaped disaster.

But after only two steps, she suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of her head.

Before she could even make sense of it, another strike landed. This time, she lost her breath completely and collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Fragments of the broken porcelain vase were embedded in the back of her head.

Wen Jun expressionlessly wiped the shards and blood off his hands.

“Honestly… servants these days are getting more and more inconsiderate, disturbing my peaceful dreams.”

Zuo Yin walked in from outside and, upon seeing the corpse on the floor, didn’t even flinch. He calmly summoned the servants to drag the body away.

The servants in Wen Jun’s courtyard were already used to such things and cleaned up with blank expressions.

Wen Jun stood in the courtyard, stretched, and asked Zuo Yin, “How is it?”

Zuo Yin replied, “Miss Song went to the west market today with her maid to buy some things. After shopping, she returned home and hasn’t gone out since.”

“Master, we’ve been watching her for three days. She either stays at home or goes out shopping. Nothing unusual so far.”

Wen Jun sneered, “Song Ying is a master of deception. Who knows if she’s doing all this just to fool you?”

Zuo Yin asked, “Then…?”

Wen Jun was about to answer when a loud, angry voice came closer and closer.

Zuo Yin quickly stepped aside and bowed to the newcomer. “My Lord.”

Wen Dingyi stormed in with a furious expression and slapped Wen Jun hard across the face.

“You disgraceful brat!”

The slap was so strong that Wen Jun staggered backward.

“Young Marquis,” Zuo Yin stepped forward to support him.

Wen Jun shoved Zuo Yin aside, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked coldly at Wen Dingyi.

Wen Dingyi pointed at him, seething with rage. “Look at what you’ve done! Is anyone even alive in this courtyard anymore?!”

He had just seen someone being carried out of Wen Jun’s yard, and instantly knew that the boy had lost control again.

He was deeply disappointed in his son.

Wen Jun responded indifferently, “Just a beast died, and yet Father raises his hand against his own son. In that case, why don’t you take her body to your room and set up a shrine for her to show how kind you are?”

“You unfilial wretch!”

Another slap.

Rage ignited in Wen Jun’s eyes, and he was about to lose control when a calm and beautiful voice rang out behind him.

“My Lord.”

Wen Dingyi took a deep breath and reined in his anger. He turned and helped his young, elegant wife forward. “Why are you here?”

Lady Jia glanced at Wen Jun, then said to Wen Dingyi, “It’s been a while since I last saw you, My Lord. I came to visit. We should go, our guests must not be kept waiting.”

Wen Dingyi quickly nodded. “Yes, yes, it’s this brat’s fault. He made me so angry I nearly fainted.”

Wen Jun coldly watched the backs of Wen Dingyi and Lady Jia as they left. Then he turned back into the house and smashed everything inside.

Zuo Yin stood silently in the courtyard and only ordered the servants to clean up after Wen Jun had finished venting.

When Wen Jun came out again, he had changed into black clothing and said coldly, “Follow me.”