Madam Wen was so angry that she felt a sharp pain in her heart. The old woman took the chance while she was away to bring monks and nuns into the courtyard to perform rituals and pray for Wen Zishan. If she hadn't returned in time, Wen Zishan would have already drunk that messy Talisman Water.
Now, she found a storybook on the desk, not a proper classic, but an autobiography by an entertainer, describing how to please men, with some erotic words and bedroom techniques. Clearly, this was a forbidden book that only appeared in those unsavory places. How did it end up here?
Upon seeing the book, Wen Zishan's face turned red immediately. Her lips moved, and she said, "It was Grandmother who sent someone to deliver it. I haven't had the chance to read it yet."
"Nonsense!" Madam Wen's face turned pale with anger, and without another word, she threw the book into the fire basin.
"Mother!" Wen Zishan exclaimed in surprise.
