Chapter 35 Wei Ruzuo Received Her Wedding Invitation to a Noble House…

Chapter 35

Wei Ruzuo received the wedding invitation announcing her remarriage into a noble house...

After a long silence, Old Lady Shen was the first to snap out of her daze. "You... what did you say?!"

She had initially thought Shen Jingzhan was just making up excuses to bring Zhu Yinluan into the household, but when she met his calm, handsome face, it was clear he wasn’t lying—he was simply stating a fact.

Old Lady Shen pointed at him, scolding sharply, "How could you commit such a heartless, wicked thing?!"

She stared at her great-grandson as if she'd never truly known him, utterly disbelieving.

No—disbelief couldn’t even begin to describe what she felt. It was more like utter shock and dread.

Wasn't he supposed to be honorable?

Mrs. Shen was also stunned into silence, but she quickly recovered and jumped in to smooth things over. "Mother, please calm down. There might be some misunderstanding here. Ting Lan... he isn’t that kind of person."

By the end of her sentence, her voice had trailed off. What mother doesn't know her own son?—how could she not recognize whether Shen Jingzhan was telling the truth?

"Look at the fine son you’ve raised!" Old Lady Shen rebuked Shen Jingzhan before turning on Mrs. Shen. "Outwardly, he’s always been praised as upstanding and virtuous, but behind the scenes, how could he do such a low-down, dirty trick?!"

The matter was simply too shocking.

More importantly, he had admitted it outright!

His tone held no remorse—only satisfaction.

Mrs. Shen was at her wit's end. "Ting Lan... you..." What's gotten into you?

"Even if you like Zhu’s daughter that much, you can’t do something like this, can you?" She could barely muster a proper scolding.

"Why?" Mrs. Shen demanded. "Why would you do this?"

Isn't it obvious?

Unhurried, he replied, "The eldest daughter of the Zhu family dropped one match to climb higher. To keep both Zhu and Wei families happy, Lord Zhu had her marry into the Wei family to fill the gap. But the men of the Wei family are bottomless pits of greed—they don’t deserve her."

So Zhu Yinluan had been shoved into the marriage to pick up her elder sister’s discarded engagement?

Mrs. Shen was puzzled.

Old Lady Shen, however, was still furious. With a sneer, she fired back, "The Zhu family’s eldest daughter dropped one match to climb higher, and the Wei family’s men are greedy and unworthy. And you? What about you? Explain yourself!"

Shen Jingzhan only smiled. "Your grandson is a hypocrite through and through—naturally, I’m no prize myself."

Old Lady Shen, "..."

Mrs. Shen, "..."

"Well, at least you’re self-aware," Old Lady Shen retorted coldly, momentarily silenced.

Shen Jingzhan raised a brow slightly, letting that hang in the air.

"I will marry her. If she had borne Wei Ruzuo’s child before entering the Shen family, I would've welcomed the child for her. But I doubt you and Grandmother would have accepted that."

At these words, the already furious Old Lady Shen couldn’t take it anymore—she passed out cold.

Mrs. Shen turned pale with fright and immediately sent for a physician.

Shen Jingzhan remained cool as a cucumber, showing no sign of panic.

By nightfall, Marquis Shen had returned home and gotten wind of what happened.

His expression darkened as he looked at Shen Jingzhan. Like Mrs. Shen, he itched to give him a piece of his mind but didn’t know what to say—because no matter what he said, his son just shrugged it off.

He had heard about the day’s events. Old Lady Shen had berated him for being a snake in the grass, yet he hadn't been bothered in the slightest.

If that was the case, what was the point of scolding him?

Marquis Shen asked only one question: "Does Zhu’s daughter know you poisoned her husband?"

"Wei Ruzuo is no longer her husband," Shen Jingzhan corrected first, ignoring the question.

Marquis Shen, "..." Was this really the time to split hairs?

"So, does she know or not?"

"Of course not." If she knew, she likely wouldn’t give him the time of day—but he would never let her find out.

Seeing Shen Jingzhan’s cool confidence, Marquis Shen understood perfectly: his son wasn’t afraid of Zhu Yinluan discovering the truth—he simply wouldn’t let the secret leak.

The only reason he had confessed was that he knew the Shen family wouldn’t expose him.

While waiting for the physician, Mrs. Shen had already instructed the handpicked, loyal servants.

Only trusted confidantes were allowed in the inner chambers, and none would dare gossip.

Who would be foolish enough to offend the Shen family and burn their bridges?

Studying his son’s sharp profile, Marquis Shen said, "Do you really think you can keep the lid on this forever? Can any secret truly remain untold?"

"Thank you for the reminder, Father. I will be cautious."

Marquis Shen, "..."

"Just don’t regret it later," he said irritably.

Shen Jingzhan gave a noncommittal hum.

Old Lady Shen had made herself sick with rage over this marriage, but no matter how much she resisted, she couldn’t stop it. After all, Shen Jingzhan had already gone as far as poisoning someone—who knew what else he might do if thwarted?

What if he forcibly abducted the girl or eloped with her, leaving the capital? The Shen family would become the laughingstock of the ton.

In the end, Old Lady Shen could only mutter, "Have it your way."

Mrs. Shen had someone re-examine the couple’s astrological charts. To her surprise, the fortune-teller declared Zhu Yinluan’s destiny astonishingly fortunate—a once-in-a-generation phoenix sign, that brings good fortune, wealth, and blessings to the household.

Mrs. Shen eyed the fortune-teller suspiciously, then glanced at Zhu Yinluan’s birth date, half-convinced that Shen Jingzhan had put this man up to it to deceive her.

But this fortune-teller had been recommended by a close friend—how could Shen Jingzhan have possibly bribed him? His influence couldn’t reach that far, could it?

Mrs. Shen had consulted fortune-tellers about Shen Jingzhan’s fate years ago, and their readings lined up with this one closely. Even if there were slight variations, they were insignificant.

When comparing the couple’s destinies, the fortune-teller remarked that while they were a match made in heaven, the phoenix star flickered under chase from a red star—their bond was deeply entangled, but there was a risk of it being as ephemeral as moonbeams on water.

Mrs. Shen couldn't understand these fortune-telling remarks and demanded an explanation.

The man replied that divine secrets cannot be revealed. Even when Mrs. Shen offered a large sum of money, he refused to speak.

Upon returning, she reported back to the elder Mrs. Shen, who also found the mention of "Phoenix Star Occupying the Tower" strange and questioned the reliability of the fortune-teller.

Mrs. Shen assured her he was trustworthy.

Still skeptical, the elder Mrs. Shen sought out another expert to visit the Shen residence. This Taoist had trained on Zhongnan Mountain decades ago, with deep spiritual insight and rarely offering divinations. However, given the Shen family's generous offerings, he made this exception.

Unexpectedly, he too concluded that the woman had the "Phoenix Star Occupying the Tower" sign, a sign of extraordinary nobility.

The elder Mrs. Shen interrupted, "What does 'Phoenix Star Occupying the Tower' mean?"

"The phoenix represents the pinnacle of nobility. When its star resides in a tower, it signifies dominance over its celestial domain. Thus, a woman with this destiny is no ordinary being."

Mrs. Shen and the elder Mrs. Shen exchanged meaningful glances.

The Taoist stroked his white beard and added, "To be frank, my grandmaster had once divined this woman's fate."

"The same master who read Ting Lan's fortune?" Mrs. Shen asked.

"Indeed."

That Taoist was remarkably accurate. If he too declared Zhu Yinluan bore the "Phoenix Star Occupying the Tower," then she must indeed be exceptional...

Noble houses placed great stock in such auspicious signs, and this at least left a somewhat favorable impression.

The elder Mrs. Shen grew serious and asked the Taoist to assess the compatibility of their birth charts.

To their surprise, his conclusions aligned closely with the previous fortune-teller's.

Detecting something unfavorable, the elder Mrs. Shen inquired if there was a remedy.

The Taoist replied, "Watch where the Phoenix Star flickers."

"Your eldest son is a 'dragon in the pond.' A dragon and phoenix in harmony will never harm each other's destinies. There's no need for concern—whatever happens is fate. Forcing things may lead to undesirable outcomes."

At this, the elder Mrs. Shen could press no further. She donated generously to the temple and had the Taoist seen out with respect.

"..."

Once the astrological charts matched, it was time for the betrothal gifts.

As a noble house, the Shen family's betrothal gifts dwarfed those from modest families. Even disregarding the contents, the sheer quantity took an entire day to deliver.

Zhu Yinluan was stunned by the abundance.

Never in her life had she seen so many betrothal gifts before. More importantly, Shen Xiyun insisted that none of the gifts from the Shen family would remain with the Shi household—all would be added to Zhu Yinluan's dowry for her to take with her. Beyond that, Shen Xiyun and General Shi also gifted her separately, and her adoptive siblings contributed as well.

With such an extravagant dowry, how could the Shen family still send so much?

Shen Xiyun, noticing her astonishment, whispered in her ear, "This includes contributions from Jingzhan and the Madam."

That Shen Jingzhan had contributed to her dowry was no surprise, but she hadn’t expected Mrs. Shen—who clearly disliked her—to do the same.

At this, Zhu Yinluan couldn’t help but privately acknowledge Mrs. Shen’s grace as a noblewoman. Even if she harbored displeasure, she maintained impeccable decorum, never allowing others to feel slighted.

The Shen family’s betrothal gifts set the capital abuzz, sparking a whirlwind of gossip.

Earlier, when Mrs. Shen and Marquis Shen visited the Shi residence, rumors had circulated about a potential alliance between the two families.

Yet it remained just speculation—after all, the Shi family’s three daughters were already married, except for the third, who had been betrothed the year before last. The wedding had been delayed due to mourning in her fiancé’s family.

There was even talk that the Third Miss Shi’s engagement might have fallen through.

Later, rumors began circulating that the Shi family had adopted a foster daughter, and that the Shens had come to propose to her.

Most dismissed this claim, with most assuming the Shens sought the Third Miss Shi.

Yet when the betrothal gifts arrived, it was indeed the foster daughter!

This foster daughter’s origins were unknown, setting the capital's tongues wagging with theories—though none guessed the Wei family. Zhu Yinluan’s identity remained hidden.

The eldest son of the Shen family, heir Shen Jingzhan, was set to wed a woman of obscure background.

The noble ladies of the capital had their hearts broken.

But there was no stopping it.

No details could be gleaned from the Shen family, and the Shi household declined all invitations. Meeting this mysterious woman proved nearly impossible.

Now, the greater challenge was securing an invitation to the wedding banquet. Attending the Shen family’s celebration would at least offer a chance to get closer.

Thus, noble families across the capital began jockeying for position—let alone the lesser households.

Meanwhile, Zhu Chentan of the Zhu family was in a foul mood.

The wedding she had meticulously planned was completely eclipsed by the Shen and Shi families’ affairs.

She had chosen the most favorable date to marry as soon as possible, never dreaming it would clash with the Shen and Shi weddings.

Even with the Wei family’s recent rise, how could they compare to true noble houses?

With everyone vying to attend the Shen and Shi celebrations, who would bother with the Wei and Zhu families?

The thought of a humiliatingly sparse banquet made Zhu Chentan pale.

She had gone to great lengths to arrange this remarriage banquet precisely to rub it in the faces of Luo Xuan and Zhu Yinluan. If it turned out embarrassingly sparse, wouldn’t she just be inviting ridicule?

She absolutely could not let that happen!

Just as she was about to seek out Mrs. Zhu, her mother came to her first. "Tan'er, your mother has something to discuss."

"I also have something to tell you," Zhu Chentan replied.

Mrs. Zhu motioned for her to continue. Zhu Chentan explained she wished to postpone the wedding.

"Your mother was of the same mind," Mrs. Zhu said, patting her hand. "We must avoid clashing with the Shen and Shi weddings. Besides, attending their events would be a chance to be seen in society. Who knows..."

Lowering her voice, she added, "What if a better prospect appears?"

"My Tan'er is so beautiful—any young master from the Zhang, Li, or Wang families would be worthy!" Mrs. Zhu had entirely forgotten Zhu Chentan’s remarried, divorced, and even miscarried past, treating her as if she were still an untouched maiden.

In the past, such words would have thrilled Zhu Chentan. Now, they just enraged her.

When she first met Luo Xuan at a flower-viewing banquet, he had been smitten with her at first sight. She had truly believed it was her beauty that captivated him.

Yet she later learned the truth—Luo Xuan had only pursued her because of his wretched cousin!

"Just because that bitch looks a little like her!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and Zhu Chentan's face twisted in rage.

She heard that bitch was pregnant again—how quick! Ever since Luo Xuan had her, he hadn’t even visited brothels.

"Mother, have you still not heard any news about my sister?"

Only when she thought of Zhu Yinluan, destitute and abandoned, did her heart feel slightly better.

According to her mother, these days, Zhu Yinluan had been living like a stray, too scared to show her face.

"These days, I’ve been busy preparing for your wedding. When would I have time to inquire about her?"

"But if we can’t find her, what about my wedding banquet?"

"I want Zhu Yinluan to attend!" She just had to let Zhu Yinluan see how good she has it now.

"Alright, alright. I’ll send someone to look for her."

"As for your wedding banquet, postpone it for now. First, let’s attend the Shen family’s event to make some connections. We can hold yours later—a short delay won't hurt anything. Everything will be properly arranged."

Though her mother said so, Zhu Chentan couldn’t shake a sense of foreboding, as if something bad was about to happen.

But she couldn’t put her finger on it.

"Mother, about attending the Shen family’s event—do we even have an invitation?"

The Shen family’s status was so high—how could they possibly get an invitation?

"Your mother is also troubled by this. These days, I’ll try to call in some favors. We must get at least one invitation. When you visit the Wei family, bring this up too. Even if our family doesn’t have one, if the Wei family does, we can still tag along."

Zhu Chentan nodded irritably. "I understand."

"And as for the adopted daughter of the Shi family, do some digging. Find out who she really is. If you can befriend her, you’ll have a voice among the noble ladies of the capital in the future."

"A few days ago, when I attended a banquet, I heard she might be from the capital, but no one knows which family she originally belonged to..."

At the time, her mind was too hung up on the fact that the Shen and Shi families’ wedding clashed with hers. How could she have had the energy to investigate this woman’s background?

Even if she knew which family she was from, Zhu Chentan would still loathe her.

Before this woman suddenly appeared, had she even considered whether there were other weddings scheduled in the capital?

To clash with hers and steal her spotlight—truly, noble houses only knew how to bully others with their power!

Zhu Chentan felt both agitated and uneasy. These days, Wei Ruzuo had been so busy he barely saw her. Even when they met, he was quieter and more distant than before—not at all like his usual self.

Men really get out of hand once they rise in rank.

She heard that not long ago, during a social gathering, someone had thrown herself at him.

How could Zhu Chentan not panic after hearing that?

She feared some scheming woman would take advantage of the situation and steal him away.

She absolutely had to marry Wei Ruzuo.

The union between the Wei and Zhu families must happen. If it didn’t, she would never let it go.

"You look troubled—what’s wrong?" Mrs. Zhu asked.

"I can’t shake this worry. I fear something might go wrong."

"Your engagement with Ruzuo is set in stone. What could possibly go wrong?" Mrs. Zhu reassured her, even bringing up how the Zhu family had helped Wei Ruzuo out of trouble before. "If he dares abandon you, your father and brother won’t let him off. Besides, he’s still aiming for the position of Minister of Rites—he still needs our Zhu family’s support."

But the more Zhu Chentan thought about delaying the wedding, the more inauspicious it felt.

"But what if Wei Ruzuo no longer needs the Zhu family? He’s been moving up in the world. If some noblewoman sets her sights on him—someone with a higher status than ours, who can do more for him—would he abandon me and choose her instead?"

Mrs. Zhu quickly told her, "Tan'er, don't say such things! How could that happen?"

"Do you really think Wei Ruzuo is that desirable?" Mrs. Zhu comforted her.

"But I can’t shake this unease, Mother. Have you noticed how distant he’s been lately? Not as warm as before. I feel like he doesn’t like me anymore."

"Tan'er," Mrs. Zhu stroked her hair. "Men will be men."

"In the honeymoon phase, everything is sweet. But in marriage, one must endure some grievances. Besides, Wei Ruzuo is truly busy with official matters. You should be understanding and not start arguments with him. Save everything for after the wedding."

"If he’s already impatient with me now, who knows how he’ll be after marriage?"

"What could possibly change?" Mrs. Zhu chided her for overthinking.

"He even has a concubine at home—that woman is nothing but trouble. I asked him to dismiss her, but he said he’d send her away only after I entered the household. Does that mean he’s reluctant?"

"Doesn’t that woman resemble you?" Mrs. Zhu soothed her. "She’s just a stand-in for you."

In the past, Zhu Chentan might have been pleased, but after what Luo Xuan did, she couldn’t feel happy about it.

"Precisely because she resembles me, I want her gone."

"Just endure a little longer. The wedding isn’t far off. Right now, securing invitations to the Shen and Shi families’ events is more important. You should network more and find a way."

"I understand." Zhu Chentan bit back her frustration.

"..."

Despite the Zhu and Wei families’ efforts, they still couldn’t reach the Shen family’s level—they couldn't get an invitation. Forget invitations—when noble houses held banquets, even the imperial palace sent representatives. Entry was strictly controlled, leaving no way to sneak in.

Mrs. Zhu and Zhu Chentan attended several banquets during this time, not only failing to secure invitations but even... getting openly mocked.

Some said, *Doesn’t her family also have a wedding banquet?*

*If she wants invitations so badly, why not print up a bunch herself and hand them out like candy?*

Mrs. Zhu and Zhu Chentan returned home with faces burning with humiliation, unable to fight back in front of the other noblewomen.

The noblewoman who taunted them was close to the Luo family and the wife of the Prefect hosting the banquet. Retaliating would mean disrespecting the Prefect’s wife, so they had no choice but to bite their tongues. They remained silent the whole way back.

Zhu Chentan said, "I never thought high society could be so cruel."

Mrs. Zhu hushed her. "Don’t give anyone a reason to target us. We’ll discuss this at home."

If they couldn’t get invitations and ended up offending the Shen family, then what?

Once home, Zhu Chentan burst into tears, sobbing that she had never been so humiliated in her life.

She said she wouldn't attend the banquet, letting the Shens have their way.

Mrs. Zhu soothed her, saying they would think of another way. "If we back out now, we’ll truly be the laughingstock of the town."

"Our family must attend—to show those petty people that the Zhu family is just as respectable, worthy of noble company."

"But the Shen family’s invitation is so hard to obtain..."

Mrs. Zhu sighed as well, for neither Lord Zhu nor Zhu Mingsheng had any means to secure it.

Wei Ruzuo also said he couldn’t guarantee it.

The wedding date drew nearer.

Just when it seemed hopeless, news unexpectedly arrived from the Wei family.

"..."

That day, Wei Ruzuo attended a banquet at the Minister’s residence alongside the other three department heads.

After several rounds of drinks, His Excellency the Minister gestured for a private word in the study. The two left the table one after another, while their colleagues, too soused to care, remained oblivious.

After all, the Minister had played no favorites recently, showing no particular favor.

Once in the study, the Minister handed Wei Ruzuo an invitation—or, more accurately, a wedding invitation.

Wei Ruzuo was puzzled. "This is...?"

"Your ticket in."

"Ticket in?" He still didn’t understand.

But when the Minister revealed it was the wedding invitation for Heir Shen, Wei Ruzuo’s eyes widened, his mind reeling!

What? This was actually...

Blinded by excitement, he couldn’t help but exclaim aloud.

The Minister nodded. "Indeed."

"This is the wedding invitation for the Shen and Shi families." The Minister sat down.

"Heir Shen’s wedding will bring out every highborn family; even those from the palace who are close to Heir Shen will attend. You must work the room and get yourself noticed."

Since that time, Wei Ruzuo had been quietly currying favor with the Minister, sending gifts and fixing plenty of problems for him.

Unbeknownst to others, the Minister had his eye on Wei Ruzuo.

"Your capabilities are evident, but you’re too young, with too little time in office. Even if I promote you, it won't sit well with everyone. The Zhu family has helped you greatly, but... they can only take you so far. Beyond this, you must rely on yourself."

"Those attending the Shen wedding are all influential figures. You must ensure they remember you. As for the rest... I don't need to draw you a map."

The Minister sipped his sober-up brew.

Wei Ruzuo quickly bowed low and knelt. "Thank you for your guidance and support. Should I ever climb high, this humble official shall never forget your kindness."

The Minister was pleased. "Remember your words today."

As Wei Ruzuo left the courtyard and was about to look at the invite, he ran into a colleague returning from answering nature's call—Lin Xiang, the Head of Guest Affairs from the Ministry of Rites.

"Ah, Lord Wei, here to freshen up as well?" The man approached.

Wei Ruzuo discreetly tucked away the invitation, playing drunk with squinted eyes. "...Lin? Lord Lin?"

Lin Xiang laughed heartily. "How deep have you drunk, Lord Wei? Someone fetch sober-up brew—"

"At once," a servant hurried off.

Thus, it wasn’t until he had nearly reached the Shen residence that Wei Ruzuo finally had a chance to open the Minister’s gift.

To him, this was more than just a wedding invite—it was a stepping stone to wealth and power.

His excitement tipped into jitters, even exhilaration.

A weird dread flickered in his heart, but it was drowned out by his fervor—or rather, he brushed it aside.

So when he opened the invitation and read further...

Upon seeing the three characters written beside Shen Jingzhan’s name, he thought he must still be drunk, giddy with anticipation.

Otherwise... how could he be seeing Zhu Yinluan’s name?

What?

Why were the three characters beside Shen Jingzhan’s name Zhu Yinluan?

Had he been pining for her so much?

Speaking of that woman—what gall she had. After the divorce—no, after being cast out—she had disappeared clean off the map.

Since leaving the Wei household, he hadn’t seen Zhu Yinluan even once.

Not a single glimpse, as if she had vanished into the ether.

Wei Ruzuo mused that someone as mousy and helpless as her could never survive in the capital.

Shut out by her own kin, she would surely return in tears, begging for his forgiveness. But how long had he waited?

Despite his busy schedule, Zhu Yinluan kept creeping into his thoughts.

Especially at home. She had always been quiet, but after her departure, the quiet weighed heavier.

Though silent, he inexplicably recalled the spots she favored.

She liked standing by the window lattice and sitting beneath the corridor, rain or shine.

She seemed to prefer rain.

But after the physician pronounced her delicate and his mother warned her off drafts, she no longer sat beneath the corridor to admire the rain—hardly set foot outdoors.

Now, even at the office, rain brought her to mind.

When Zhu Chentan visited, he couldn't help comparing her features to Zhu Yinluan’s—the likeness in their brows, the difference in their eyes...

He was clearly going mad.

Has it been too long since he last saw her, making him miss her so much that he imagined seeing her name on this wedding invitation?

His eyes must be playing tricks on him.

Wei Ruzuo scoffed and shook his head, opened the invitation again.

This time, he was certain he hadn’t misread—those three characters on the invitation were unmistakably "Zhu Yinluan."

No one else. It was Zhu Yinluan.

The exact same name, character for character.

Could there possibly be another high-born lady in the capital with the same name?

He refused to believe it. His gaze shifted upward, landing on the identical birth particulars.

Wei Ruzuo’s face fell, his hands trembling.

How could this be?!

The woman Shen Jingzhan was marrying… how could it be Zhu Yinluan?!

The very same Zhu Yinluan he had divorced and cast out!!!

How could she, after abandoning him, marry into such an exalted family?

And whose name stood beside hers?

Wei Ruzuo’s expression turned livid, his face contorted with fury as he glared at the man’s name written boldly on the mocking invitation.

The name paired with "Zhu Yinluan"…

It was none other than Shen Jingzhan—the Imperial Confidant who stood foremost among noble houses, a man none dared cross.

No, it couldn’t be her. It simply couldn’t.

Why would Shen Jingzhan want her?

Wei Ruzuo barked at the carriage to stop. He yanked aside the curtain to take another look, but there it was—plain as day: Zhu Yinluan, Shen Jingzhan!

Still convinced his eyes deceived him, Wei Ruzuo demanded they rush home.

The confused driver whipped the horses toward the Wei household.

Wei Ruzuo stormed out the moment they arrived, snapping orders for sobering tonic.

But it felt taking too long. He dunked his head into icy water, submerging himself until his mind finally cleared—and indeed, it had.

After toweling off hastily, he marched into his study and examined the invitation again under the bright candlelight.

The names on it remained unchanged—those three familiar characters.

He nearly gave in to fury, nearly tearing the invitation to shreds.

Yet even as his fists clenched until veins bulged, he didn’t dare.

This was his ticket to wealth and high standing—how could he risk damaging it?

Moreover, it was the Shen household’s invitation, to be returned afterward. What if he damaged it and the Shens remembered him, barring him from entry?

His career—and the entire Wei house—would be ruined.

Wei Ruzuo’s eyes went bloodshot with rage.

Gradually, he calmed himself.

How could Zhu Yinluan possibly worm her way into such a noble house? Impossible!

Perhaps it was just someone born on the same day with the same name.

Rumors said it was the Shi family’s adopted daughter?

Even if it were Zhu Yinluan… who knew how she had curried favor with the Shis and then snared Shen Jingzhan?

Regardless, he had to see for himself—confirm whether it was truly her!

If it really was Zhu Yinluan, that woman who had abandoned her husband to remarry, he would expose her for what she is!

With this thought, Wei Ruzuo composed himself with effort and checked the wedding date.

Through clenched teeth, he silently repeated:

The twentieth of May.