Shen Yunhuai’s eyelid suddenly twitched hard.
He abruptly turned to Madam Meng.
Madam Meng instantly felt a surge of panic. “Nonsense! I have failed the ancestors of the Shen family! My son… I will go to the ancestral hall and confess to your father!”
With that, supported by Steward Lin, she went to the ancestral hall in apparent anguish.
Wen Jiushu said lightly, “It’s better not to kneel in that ancestral hall, lest the late marquis’s memorial tablet falls and hits you.”
Shen Yunhuai: “……”
Looking at his sister-in-law’s expression, she was definitely insulting someone in her heart.
And probably in a very filthy way too.
Everything he had witnessed today was far too absurd. Shen Yunhuai pondered for a moment. “Sister-in-law, is the child in your womb my eldest brother’s?”
Wen Jiushu fell silent.
Her brows furrowed tightly, as if deep in thought.
Just when Shen Yunhuai thought she wouldn’t answer, she sighed.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know who the father is?” Shen Yunhuai was stunned.
Ridiculous.
After a moment of silence, he asked again, “Then what do you plan to do?”
Regardless of Madam Meng’s sincerity, what she said wasn’t entirely wrong.
He couldn’t let Wen Jiushu damage the reputation of the marquis household.
And even less could he allow his elder brother’s name to be tarnished.
With his brother away, he had to protect the household for him.
“Third Young Master Shen, I have no intention of clinging to the marquis household. Don’t worry. When the marquis returns, I will divorce him and leave.”
Her tone was decisive.
Being a marquis’s wife was not as free as cultivating on her own.
Shen Yunhuai nodded.
He tried listening again—but still heard nothing.
Could it be that there was some limitation to hearing her inner voice?
“Does Third Young Master Shen have anything else?” she asked.
He shook his head.
Wen Jiushu said, “Have someone prepare hot water for a bath. Yuanbao, let’s go. Oh right… remember to guard against fire.”
Shen Yunhuai’s lips twitched.
It seemed only his sister-in-law had noticed his wet clothes.
Was it because the color didn’t show wetness?
“Miss… that scared me to death! I thought we were going to be driven out!” Yuanbao patted her small chest, letting out a long breath.
Wen Jiushu didn’t care. “Is that more frightening than what’s in my belly?”
Yuanbao’s face went pale.
That was definitely not.
Was Miss pregnant with Nezha or something?!
Even abortion medicine can’t get rid of it!
“Miss… should we invite a Taoist priest or a shaman to take a look?” she asked hesitantly.
Wen Jiushu had only transmigrated five days ago, and on that very day she discovered she was already pregnant.
“No shaman or priest is as reliable as myself,” she said calmly. Originally, she planned to wait until the Marquis of Pingnan returned, divorce him cleanly, and leave. But Madam Meng’s attack came too quickly.
She could only take things one step at a time.
Meanwhile, Shen Yunhuai returned to his room and ordered hot water prepared. Sitting in the bath, he recalled everything he had heard from his sister-in-law’s inner voice.
His gaze turned faintly cold.
“Mu Si, send people to investigate Steward Lin and the madam.”
Mu Si was his personal attendant. He paused. “Third Master, which madam are we investigating?”
Shen Yunhuai smiled slightly, his tone icy. “Your name is Mu Si, not Wooden Block. Why would I be investigating my sister-in-law?”
Mu Si felt a chill down his neck. “I’ll do it right away!”
“Do it quietly. Report back when you find something. Keep an eye on Sister-in-law’s courtyard. I don’t want any rumors spreading. If anyone in the household has a loose tongue, you know what to do.”
“Yes!”
Mu Si only felt a soreness at his teeth.
The Third Young Master looked easygoing—but he was not easy to deal with at all.
Shen Yunhuai closed his eyes and sank completely into the water.
He wasn’t stupid. He had simply never doubted his stepmother’s intentions before.
But after his sister-in-law’s reminder today, he suddenly realized—
Both he and his elder brother were legitimate sons of the marquis household. Yet his brother achieved repeated military merits and was favored by the emperor, while he himself?
Idle, frivolous, a complete wastrel.
Was Madam Meng indulging and spoiling him… to ruin him?
Shen Yunhuai suddenly opened his eyes and rose from the water.
“Someone—bring my clothes.”
“Third Young Master, this servant will help you dress,” a maid said shyly, cheeks flushed.
Shen Yunhuai stood naked in front of her.
For the first time, he suddenly felt… embarrassed.