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Chapter 101 Is it time to make a move?

Chu Ang released Aunt Fang, his face contorted with rage. "That old bastard Chu Qiyang actually tried to kick me out of the caravan. He probably doesn't know that most of the Chu family's wealth has already quietly fallen into my hands."

"And that cripple from the Marquis of Anyang's mansion, he actually thinks about inheriting the title, it's just wishful thinking."

Chu Ang sneered, "The master will absolutely not allow it."

Chu Ang had been working for the Marquis of Anyang behind the scenes, and he probably knew some of his master's affairs.

That bastard child born to Princess Anyang and a barbarian—if it weren't for the fear of the emperor and the shadow guards who would have eliminated him long ago, why would he have been kept alive until now?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Once I replace Chu Qiyang, I will be the wife of the Marquis, and our daughter will have a chance to compete. Perhaps, even a higher position is not impossible."

His voice was deep and ambitious, as if he had already reached the pinnacle of power.

It seems that the master values ​​Gu Chengyan more now; Nan Xin's judgment is quite good.

Hearing Chu Ang's words, Aunt Fang's unease eased slightly, and she said softly, "I'm relieved to hear you say that, but my belly..."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Chu Ang waved his hand dismissively. "If you drug that old bastard again, I'll help you lure him away."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Aunt Fang into his arms, a malicious smile on his face.

Aunt Fang obediently leaned into the man's arms, and the two had a good time being intimate. Although Aunt Fang was pregnant and could not satisfy him, there were other places, weren't there?

E.g……

After a moment of intimacy, Chu Ang lay languidly on the bed, his fingers gently stroking Aunt Fang's smooth back.

Then, he reached into his pillow, took out a brocade box, and handed it to Aunt Fang.

Aunt Fang took it with a puzzled look, opened it, and exclaimed softly, "Isn't this a pearl? You haven't sent it to the yamen yet?"

Chu Ang snorted coldly, "That bitch Chu Ruohan didn't fall for it. You should secretly put this pearl in Madam Chu's room."

Aunt Fang nodded and agreed.

Although Chu's mother no longer trusted her as much as before, it wasn't difficult for her to secretly put something in her room.

"Are we going to start now?" Aunt Fang asked cautiously, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

"No rush." ​​Chu Ang leaned against the headboard, looking relaxed. "When the time is right, everything will fall into place naturally."

Aunt Fang didn't appear until Chu Ruohan was about to leave, and her intuition told her that something was wrong.

But she happens to be someone who places great faith in her intuition.

She frowned slightly, and although she had already reached the gate, she suddenly turned back, her steps hurried, and headed straight for Aunt Fang's courtyard.

When Aunt Fang's maid saw someone approaching from afar, she quickly stepped forward and curtsied slightly, saying, "Greetings, Miss."

Chu Ruohan glanced at the maidservant indifferently and asked, "Aunt Fang is ill, why aren't you inside serving her?"

The maidservant paused for a moment, then replied, "The mistress took her medicine and just fell asleep..."

As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily darted away.

Chu Ruohan ignored the maid's strange behavior and stepped inside.

But the maid Fang Ruo stopped her, her face anxious and her tone earnest: "Miss, please don't let your illness affect you."

It seems they are trying their best to cover something up.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Chu Ruohan's eyes. She forcefully pushed Fang Ruo's hand away and said in an icy tone, "It's alright. Now that I'm back, I should visit them."

After saying that, she gave Song Ruyan, who was standing next to her, a look.

Song Ruyan understood immediately and swiftly seized the maid Fang Ruo. Fang Ruo gasped in surprise, her face filled with terror.

Chu Ruohan walked steadily into the inner room. The curtains swayed gently, and the sound of Aunt Fang's feigned cough could be heard.

Chu Ruohan stood outside the curtain, her voice neither loud nor soft: "It seems that Auntie is very ill!"

Her tone was devoid of emotion, yet it sent a chill down one's spine.

Behind the curtain, Aunt Fang feigned weakness and said, "Miss, you've caught a cold. It would be my fault if you let the illness spread."

Her voice trembled slightly, whether from nervousness or genuine physical discomfort, it was hard to tell.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, but Aunt Fang never mentioned Chu Nanxin once, as if she couldn't wait for Chu Ruohan to leave.

"Then Aunt Fang should take good care of herself!"

Chu Ruohan turned to leave, but in that instant, she caught a glimpse of the embroidered shoes on the floor in front of the bed.

The fresh mud clinging to the soles of the embroidered shoes stood out starkly against the clean and tidy interior of the house.

The weather has been clear and crisp lately, and it hasn't rained in a long time. Where did Aunt Fang get all that mud from?

Chu Ruohan immediately understood. It seemed that Aunt Fang had just returned from leaving the mansion, and her so-called cold was probably fake.

After Chu Ruohan left, she solemnly instructed Yuling, "Place someone by Aunt Fang's side and keep a close eye on her." Her eyes were filled with vigilance.

She knew in her heart that Aunt Fang in her previous life was no pushover; she was a cunning and scheming woman.

She had previously mentioned to her mother that she wanted to send Aunt Fang away to avoid any potential problems.

However, Chu's mother was kind-hearted and, considering that Aunt Fang had given birth to a daughter for Chu's father and that she usually behaved honestly and dutifully, she was unwilling to accept it.

He also said that Aunt Fang should be treated well.

Chu Ruohan had no other choice but to keep a closer eye on things. Fortunately, Chu Nanxin was still under her watchful eye.

Once Chu Ruohan's footsteps had completely disappeared outside the courtyard, Aunt Fang's tense body...

She raised her hand and gently patted her chest, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.

After a while, Aunt Fang finally felt completely at ease, muttering to herself, "Luckily, I came back in time."

When she returned, she saw Fang Ruo blocking Chu Ruohan, and in her panic, she could only climb in through the back window.

Aunt Fang lifted the quilt, changed her clothes, walked to the dressing table, and carefully opened a hidden compartment.

They placed the brocade box containing the pearls inside.

After doing all this, Aunt Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief...

The next day, as dawn broke, the faint light struggled to penetrate the thick clouds and fall upon the gloomy prison.

Wei Qiming had been detained for several days and was now being roughly dragged out of his cell by two constables.

His hair was disheveled, with a few strands sticking to his filthy face, and his fine clothes were wrinkled and stained.

Despite being in such a wretched situation, Wei Qiming still did not restrain his arrogant and domineering nature, struggling and shouting curses.

"You filthy lackeys, let go of me! Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this!"

The two constables sneered at his words.