Transmigrated into a Marquis family, My Whole Family Squanders and Slacks Off
Transmigrated into a Marquis family, My Whole Family Squanders and Slacks Off Chapter 10

Li Zhiyue secretly sneered.

In the original book, Xue Ling should have met the Duke’s daughter at the Princess’s banquet, then started playing both sides, and eventually, the original protagonist was abandoned.

What she hated most were men who used women to climb up the social ladder.

Her thoughts shifted, and she feigned grievance, speaking, “Mr. Xue, last time you said you painted a portrait for me, but a month has passed and I still haven’t seen it. Could it be that you were just flattering me?”

“How could it be?” Xue Xiucai took a step forward. “Miss Li, your beauty is beyond compare. Whenever I think of you, my mind wavers, and I cannot put it into words. It is not my fault. If Miss Li could sit before me, I would surely create a masterpiece.”

Li Zhiyue smiled. “In that case, let’s go to your house and finish the painting.”

Xue Ling was overjoyed. “Miss Li, please.”

Aunt Yuan was stunned.

After realizing what was happening, she hurriedly said, “Miss, you must not go. It is improper for a woman to visit a man’s home, it would go against a woman’s virtue. It would be better to invite Mr. Xue to the Hou residence for a brief visit…”

She was Li Zhiyue’s wet nurse, and naturally knew that her young mistress had a special relationship with this Xue Xiucai.

Despite her repeated attempts to stop her, the more she did so, the more her mistress distanced herself from her.

This was the first time in nearly half a year that Li Zhiyue had allowed her to follow her, and now, unable to hold back, Aunt Yuan spoke out again in advice.

Li Zhiyue glanced at Xue Ling. “Mr. Xue, it’s hot outside. Let’s get in the carriage.”

Xue Ling, unable to contain his joy, quickly grabbed his long robe and followed her into the carriage.

Aunt Yuan, her head spinning, quickly climbed into the carriage and sat in the middle, worried that her young mistress might do something rash and get too close to the scholar.

As the curtain was drawn, Li Zhiyue, through the window, noticed someone not far away.

A young man was riding a tall horse. His figure was slender, and his eyes held an air of coldness and detachment.

His eyes, as dark as night, seemed to shimmer like the golden and silver threads woven into his dark, mysterious robes.

The wind blew, and his eyes and clothes glimmered like ripples in the sunlight.

His sharp, dark eyes suddenly swept toward her.

Li Zhiyue’s heart skipped a beat.

This person had an icy aura.

She quickly pulled the curtain shut, blocking the view outside.

Cheng Changyan only caught a fleeting glimpse.

His eyes were as cold as jade.

A faint crescent moon graced his brow.

Such a stunning beauty was actually riding in the same carriage as a man?

Just now, that man had mentioned something about painting?

Cheng Changyan’s brows furrowed.

“What is the lord looking at?” another man rode up and stopped beside him.

Cheng Changyan’s voice was slightly cold. “What did the victim say?”

“Half a month ago, the victim went to the outskirts of the capital to admire the flowers. She met a man who claimed to be a master painter.

He coaxed the victim to his home to paint her. After drinking tea, she lost consciousness and when she woke up, her chastity was gone.

This involves a woman’s reputation. The victim is unwilling to come forward and identify the flower thief. My lord, what should we do next? Do we continue to persuade her… My lord, where are we going?”

Cheng Changyan kicked his horse’s belly and followed the carriage ahead.

Li Zhiyue was unaware that someone was following her carriage.

After riding for about half an hour, the carriage left the city gates and arrived at a narrow street in the outskirts.

This area was home to scholars who came to the capital for the imperial exams. Most were poor and couldn’t afford to stay in the city inns, so they rented rooms here.

With the original protagonist’s support, Xue Xiucai rented a large courtyard with a private entrance, which was peaceful and quiet.

Aunt Yuan got off the carriage first, looked around, and seeing no one, signaled for her mistress to get down.

She told the coachman to take the carriage farther away to avoid being recognized as coming from the Xiangyang Marquis’ estate.

The group then entered the house and closed the door.

Shortly after, two horses arrived.

Cheng Changyan’s gaze was sharp.

His attendants were already itching to act. One of them dismounted and was about to kick the courtyard door open.

“Wait,” Cheng Changyan said in a calm voice. “In cases like this, the witness usually doesn’t want to come forward. We can only rely on solid evidence. In half an incense’s time, we will enter.”

After the victim drinks the tea, and before the perpetrator has succeeded, this is the best time to intervene.

The attendants nodded and retreated.

In such cases, normally, the Court of Judicial Review would not be involved.

But since one of the victims was the Duke’s legitimate daughter, and it involved the prestigious families, the case was handed directly to the Court of Judicial Review, where the Minister of Court of Judicial Review Cheng Changyan was tasked with investigating.

Half an incense stick’s time hadn’t passed yet.

Suddenly, Cheng Changyan smelled smoke coming from the courtyard ahead.

This was bad!

The perpetrator was planning to set the place on fire to silence the victim!

Inside the courtyard, Li Zhiyue sat on a wicker chair, tossing letter after letter into the fire pit.

Although the letters, written by women, were not entirely scandalous, if they were to spread, it would be enough to ruin her reputation and disgrace the Xiangyang Marquis’ estate.

Just then, with a loud bang, the closed door was kicked open.

She looked up and saw a man, righteous and imposing, rush through the door.

Li Zhiyue jumped up.

It was the man she had seen earlier at the Marquis’ estate, the one riding the horse!

This man exuded such a strong aura that the moment he entered, it felt as if a large net covered the entire courtyard, making it hard to breathe.

Cheng Changyan hadn’t expected to see such a scene.

The woman was burning letters.

And the man he had thought was the “flower thief” was being pinned to the ground by an old woman, struggling violently.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Xue Ling seemed to see a lifeline and desperately broke free from Aunt Yuan’s hold.

Aunt Yuan was startled by the sudden turn of events.

When she let go, Xue Ling broke free.

He was so terrified that tears nearly flowed.

He had thought Li Zhiyue was a beautiful fool, but she turned out to be a madwoman.

He recognized the man who entered and shouted, his voice muffled by the cloth in his mouth, “Master Cheng, help!”

Aunt Yuan, often out in the market, knew exactly who Cheng Changyan was.

She trembled, “This is the Minister from Court of Judicial Review.”

Li Zhiyue cursed her bad luck in her mind.

She went out to deal with a scoundrel and ended up meeting Cheng Changyan.

She spoke in a calm voice, “Master Cheng, my father, the Marquis of Xiangyang, is an old friend of Mr. Xue. I was just playing around with him.”

Xue Ling screamed, “No, she’s lying! She just said she was going to burn down my house!”

In ancient times, arson was usually associated with murder, indicating how serious this matter was.

Li Zhiyue was about to speak when Cheng Changyan walked over, picked up the letters that hadn’t been burned, and glanced at them briefly.

They were not the “beauty portraits” he had expected from a flower thief.

They were… love letters?

The handwriting was clearly that of a woman.

In an instant, he seemed to understand the whole situation.

He raised his hand and threw the letters into the fire pit.

The flames consumed the last letter.

From his high vantage point, he looked at Xue Ling. “Did she steal your money?”

Xue Ling shook his head. “No, she… she almost…”

Cheng Changyan continued to ask, “Did she harm your life?”

Xue Ling: “She…”

“Since neither happened, this is not a case for the Court of Judicial Review,” Cheng Changyan said, walking out of the courtyard and mounting his horse. “Miss Li, you should be more careful in the future.”

With that, he rode away.

Li Zhiyue frowned.

What did he mean by telling her to be more careful?

Was it about burning the letters or writing them?

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