The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 108

The Liu Lang he mentioned was Pei Jiya, Wu Zhen’s cousin, and the only one in the Kunzhou family who had lived to adulthood. The Kunzhou Pei family, for some reason, had many daughters, all of whom lived to adulthood, but their sons were more unlucky than the last. Several of them died of illness, leaving only Pei Jiya. Although he was also sick, he was still alive. As the only son, he had a high status in the Pei family and developed a peculiar personality.

When Wu Zhen heard the middle-aged servant talking about Pei Jiya, she had already guessed something in her mind. She asked someone to lead the horse and walked towards the gate of the mansion. “What’s the matter that’s so urgent that you have to stand at the door to greet me? Let’s talk about it inside.”

The middle-aged servant quickly got up and said, “I am sorry for my rudeness. I was really panicked.”

After sitting down in the hall, Wu Zhen finally understood why the middle-aged servant was so frightened and anxious.

Pei Jiya was missing.

“Liu Lang said earlier that he would come to attend your wedding and that he would stay in Chang’an for two more months. You know Liu Lang’s personality. He doesn’t like us to interfere. We thought that Liu Lang was still living well in Chang’an. We sent two letters, but he didn’t reply. We wanted to come and ask about it but were afraid of making him angry. This happened several times before. Liu Lang didn’t like to write home when he was away. Two months had passed, and he hadn’t sent any news back. The owner of the house asked a servant to bring someone to pick him up. But when we arrived in Chang’an, the servants of the Duke Yu’s Mansion said that Liu Lang had already gone home. We then realized something was wrong.”

After the middle-aged servant finished speaking, he looked at her with a drooping brow and a sad face.

Wu Zhen tapped her knee and thought. Her cousin had left before her wedding, which was before the Dragon Boat Festival. It had been more than two months—almost three. Although Kunzhou was far away, it could be reached in ten days or half a month. Now that he was missing, something must have happened on the way.

Wu Zhen couldn’t help but think of the small parting gift he mentioned. Could it be because of it?

She considered this and said directly, “My cousin has indeed gone back a long time ago. You can rest in the mansion first. Tomorrow, I will send a team of soldiers with you to Kunzhou to search for him along the way.”

The middle-aged servant immediately showed a look of gratitude and was taken away by the servants waiting on the side to rest.

Wu Zhen returned to her room. She thought for a moment, pulled out two strands of hair from her body, rubbed them around her fingers, whispered Pei Jiya’s name and birthday, and blew a breath on her hair.

The two thin strands of hair twisted, suddenly caught fire, and fell to the ground. Wu Zhen frowned. What was going on? She couldn’t figure it out.

Was there any other way to determine if he was still alive? Wu Zhen thought, and suddenly her eyes caught sight of a dozen gift boxes on a long table in the room. They were wedding gifts from friends. Since she moved to her husband’s place, she had seldom returned, and she had forgotten about these gifts piled up.

Wu Zhen suddenly remembered that Cousin Pei seemed to have left a gift, which was also in the pile. Thinking of this, Wu Zhen walked over and rummaged around for a while, looking for the gift Pei Jiya left. She thought that maybe she could find some clues. Even if there were no clues, she might be able to deduce something from the things he had touched.

After opening the box, she found a more exquisite sandalwood box inside, which was locked with a small golden lock. Wu Zhen didn’t see the key, so she took a look and pulled the small golden lock open, revealing the sandalwood box.

The box contained nothing valuable, but two wooden figurines—very crude and looking like they were carved by her cousin himself. Wu Zhen reached out and picked up the two figurines, looked at them, and found nothing wrong with them. They were just two ordinary willow wood figurines.

Just as she was about to put the things back, she suddenly felt dizzy, and her vision went black.

But after a moment, Wu Zhen opened her eyes and saw a clerk in a blue official uniform standing a few steps in front of her. He asked her cautiously and a little curiously, “Minister Mei, what’s wrong with you?”

Minister Mei? Wu Zhen noticed something wrong. She looked at her hands. Her palms were broad, and there was an old scar on the palm of her left hand. She was wearing a crimson official uniform and a silver scent ball tied around her waist. She had tied it around her husband’s waist that morning.

Wu Zhen raised her eyes again to look at this not unfamiliar room—the room where her husband worked in the Ministry of Justice.

She had become her own husband.

There was something wrong with the two wooden figures left by Pei Jiya. Wu Zhen realized this immediately and couldn’t help but let out a gloomy smile. Plotting against her? Okay, not bad; he was indeed worthy of being her cousin.

Wu Zhen suddenly stopped being anxious and leaned comfortably on the table, looking at her palm with interest. That was her husband’s palm, but it had suddenly become hers. That feeling was really strange.

Where was the young man now? Could it be that he had entered her body? Had they exchanged bodies? Wu Zhen thought to herself, but she didn’t know that she had frightened the clerk. The clerk watched Minister Mei, who was usually serious, talking about something. Suddenly, he staggered forward, closed his eyes for a while, and then, as if possessed by evil spirits, showed a terrifying smile.

If Minister Mei’s smile was so scary, then he was right not to smile on weekdays. The clerk watched Minister Mei sitting there in fear, thinking about something. His expression and movements were completely different from usual, as if he were a different person. He remembered a rumor circulating in the Ministry of Justice, and his legs went weak with fear.

“Mei, Minister Mei?”

Hearing the weak voice, Wu Zhen looked up and then remembered that there was someone here. She looked up and smiled, “It’s okay here. You can leave first.”

The clerk, whose back felt cold because of her smile, dared not say anything more and quickly ran away with the unfinished documents in his hands.

Mei Zhuyu was working well when he suddenly felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he found that he was no longer in the Ministry of Justice, but in a place that looked slightly familiar.

When he saw the couch by the window, he realized that it seemed to be the lady’s room in the Duke Yu’s Mansion. He noticed that he was holding two wooden figures in his hands and saw his own hands, which were white and slender.

Mei Zhuyu: “……?”