He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 58 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

[A refined and gentle young master VS a lonely, scheming, and seemingly innocent woman]

Wen Yan woke up in the swaying sedan chair, casually pulled off the red veil on her head, and the bright red color assaulted her visual senses.

Inside the bridal sedan chair?

It seems to be an ancient world.

"The plot of the mistress's three lives".

233 suddenly appeared, hurriedly saying, "My lord, quickly stop the bridal sedan! You've been switched at birth! You were originally going to marry the Crown Prince as his principal wife, but now you're on your way to the Fifth Prince's residence!"

Wen Yan cursed under her breath, "What era is this? They're still playing the bride swap game."

A quick glance around revealed that the curtain opposite had been replaced by a wooden door...

Good, she's locked inside.

233 glanced at Wen Yan's dark face and stammered, "My lord, if you don't get out of the sedan chair soon, you'll have to go through the side gate..." His voice grew weaker and weaker.

"What side door?"

233 Weak and helpless: "Your third sister is going to the Fifth Prince's mansion to become a concubine... a concubine."

Wen Yan's vision went black. She was still a concubine?

Without saying a word, she lifted her skirt and kicked it hard. With a thud, the door panel trembled and fell onto the back of the sedan chair bearers.

The sedan chair was forced to stop.

Xiao Lian, walking beside the sedan chair, widened her eyes: Wait, three bowls of sleeping potion couldn't get rid of the young lady?

Wen Yan jumped off the bridal sedan chair, holding onto the door frame. Her slender white fingers pinched her dress as she asked playfully, "Have we taken the wrong road? This isn't the way to the Crown Prince's residence."

The sedan bearers were completely relieved to hear these gentle words, which were not even a scolding.

In other words, how could such a delicate person possibly kick down a wooden door? It must have been an accident.

Xiao Lian hurriedly stepped forward, trying to use the same trick to knock Wen Yan unconscious and stuff him inside, pressing a handkerchief laced with sleeping pills against his face.

"It's so hot outside, Miss is sweating. Let me wipe it off for you."

Wen Yan raised her hand to block, and Xiao Lian's hand holding the handkerchief froze in mid-air, neither moving up nor down.

Xiao Lian glanced at the strange faces of the crowd and smiled awkwardly, "Miss, hehe... This servant will wipe your sweat..." She increased the pressure in her hands.

Wen Yan looked at her leisurely, her raised hand remaining motionless, her tone puzzled: "Aren't you Third Sister's maid? What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise. So this was a marriage exchange?

The look in her eyes as she looked at Wen Yan carried a hint of sympathy.

I had long heard that Minister Wen favored his concubine over his wife. Ever since Madam Wen left, the concubine had managed to persuade Minister Wen to make her his second wife.

Judging from Miss Wen's appearance, her days in the manor are probably not easy.

Sure enough, after figuring out the cause and effect, Wen Yan's eyes became misty, and she murmured, "Is my stepmother so intolerant of me?"

His thin back trembled, making him all the more pitiful.

The onlookers were filled with righteous indignation, and waves of noise rose and fell.

Some people even rushed over, snatched the handkerchief, and grabbed Xiaolian, saying, "This maid is thinking of wiping her sweat at this time; she probably has ulterior motives."

Ignoring Xiaolian's struggles, he grabbed the handkerchief and covered her face. Within seconds, she fainted.

Everyone: Wow!

There really is a problem!

Wen Yan's misty eyes became even more moist, her thin body swaying precariously, barely able to stand upright while holding onto the bridal sedan chair: "If Mother were still here, who would dare to humiliate me like this?" She finished speaking and tears streamed down her face.

How pitiful it is for a beautiful woman to shed tears.

Wen Yan leaned against the door frame, crying with tears streaming down her face, like a slender white peony in a downpour.

When the news reached Wen's stepmother's ears, her beaming face visibly cracked, and she was so angry that she lost her mind and smashed the porcelain cup on the spot.

"That bitch!"

The old woman, Wu, carefully stepped forward and pressed her forehead, feeling a pang of sympathy.

Let's put it this way: eight or nine out of ten bad things about Stepmother Wen in the capital were spread by Wen Yan.

They've been fighting for four or five years, and they still can't beat that little brat. What a tragedy!

"Madam, please don't be angry. If you get sick from anger, what will happen to the Second Miss?"

Having successfully smeared Wen's stepmother once again, Wen Yan felt happy and sat in the bridal sedan chair back to the Crown Prince's residence.

"Little Sanzi, tell us the plot."

233 claws made a series of operations on the keyboard, and the plot of the small world slowly came to life.

The original owner of this body was different from the previous one; she was a thoroughly wicked woman. Even her infatuation was just an act. All she loved was power and supreme status.

Unfortunately, she was just a supporting female character; the real female lead was Wen Xinxin, her reborn second sister.

In her past life, Wen Xinxin schemed against Wen Yan, wanting her to marry the Fifth Prince, that fool, but by a twist of fate, she ended up marrying him herself.

The moment she sat in the bridal sedan chair, she knew her life was over.

On their wedding night, she was furious when she saw the Fifth Prince, Wei Yanlin, still playing in the mud. She slapped him several times, making him scream in pain.

The unloved, mentally challenged prince was beaten without hesitation, but who would have thought he was just pretending to be stupid!

As expected, a few days later, another corpse appeared in the mass grave.

Wen Xinxin was filled with regret, especially after her scattered soul saw Wei Yanlin ascend the throne and become the most honored man in the world. She was filled with even more remorse.

The original owner of this body married the person she "loved" and lived a happy life. (Wen Xinxin thinks.)

She was insanely jealous.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Xinxin was reborn, on the very day of her wedding to Wei Yanlin. Overjoyed, she quickly tried to curry favor with him.

After six months of careful planning, he successfully gained Wei Yanlin's trust.

So he whispered in his ear and arranged for Wen Yan to be married off to the Prince's mansion as a concubine, tormenting her for ten years.

This was also the only evil thing she did after her rebirth.

The plot is nearing its end, and Wen Xinxin and Wei Yanlin's love is stronger than ever. They just need to kill Wen Yan and the Crown Prince before the story ends.

After accepting the plot, Wen Yan twitched her lips, feeling utterly speechless at the absurdity of the story.

"So the female lead did something bad, was punished, regretted it, and was reborn???"

233: "Theoretically speaking, yes."

"After her rebirth, she 'forgave' everyone, except me?"

233: "You could say that too."

Wen Yan said from the bottom of his heart: "You guys are really hungry, you can eat any kind of female lead."

233 touched her nose and muttered in defense: "No, you know, it's all human nature."

The silent conversation ended after the sedan chair stopped.

A pair of slender, clean hands, like white jade, handed over a piece of red silk.

He spoke softly, his clear and melodious voice like a bamboo forest after the rain, elegant and refined: "Miss Wen, please hold the red silk tightly."

He is a patient person; at least he gently reminded Wen Yan after she had been distracted many times.

Wen Yan nodded, and the tassels of her bridal veil swayed slightly.

After the wedding ceremony, Wei Jiqing, holding a red silk ribbon, led Wen Yan into the backyard.

The backyard was quiet, while the guests and servants were all in the front yard.

Wei Jiqing walked quickly and soon created some distance between them. It wasn't until someone gently tugged at the red silk in his hand that he realized what was happening and slowed down.

Wen Yan softly began to speak, "Your Highness."