Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 86 - 85: An Old Flame Outside

Su Juan asked quite a few people before finally finding where Shen Ruhui lived, almost outside the city, in a very secluded courtyard.

Weeds were growing wild in the yard, showing that the people living here had no intention of maintaining it.

She knocked on the door, and soon someone came out, wearing a loose gray robe stained with ink of varying shades, with messy hair and stubble, smelling of alcohol, but his eyes were clear, seemingly sobered from last night’s drinking.

"Who are you?" Shen Ruhui’s voice was a bit hoarse.

Su Juan handed over the book she had, "Young Master Rushi, I heard from Liu Xuan that you live here, so I came to visit."

Hearing that, Shen Ruhui raised an eyebrow, looking Su Juan up and down, "What is Liu Xuan to you?"

Even revealing his own residence, he was not usually such a meddlesome person.

Su Juan was silent, "A friend."

She followed Shen Ruhui through the yard and into the house, filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and papers scattered everywhere, many crumpled and casually thrown on the ground.

Shen Ruhui searched around before barely finding a clean bowl, wanting to pour water for Su Juan, but there was none in the house, so he ended up pouring a bowl of wine, asking, "Do you like reading my book stories?"

Su Juan remained calm, "Yes, Young Master, you are immensely talented; your writing is excellent."

Shen Ruhui casually handed a stack of manuscripts beside the table to Su Juan, who looked puzzled.

Shen Ruhui: "Didn’t you come here just to see the latest volume?"

Su Juan was surprised, "Didn’t the last volume just sell? You write so fast?"

The manuscript in her hand was a hefty pile, seemingly at least two volumes worth of content. Who could have thought, this dog was really diligent!

Shen Ruhui let out a mocking smile, "I’m just a person idling at home, writing books, and if I didn’t write fast, how would I make a living?"

Su Juan was slightly stunned, remembering what Liu Xuan said, though because of his status, Shen Ruhui couldn’t enter officialdom, she didn’t expect he actually made a living by writing these book stories.

She flipped through the manuscript in her hands, reading page by page.

Shen Ruhui’s handwriting was excellent, but the content was really... hard for her to admire.

The previous volume wrote about how the heroine Juan’er met Young Master Xun, the most extravagant in the Capital, and the two felt like old friends at their first meeting, she amazed by Young Master Xun’s outstanding appearance and he falling in love with her at first sight.

And Shen Ruhui had already written the manuscript to the point where, in the Prince Mansion, Juan’er was often neglected by her husband and frequently troubled, fortunately relieved several times by her husband’s brother—Young Master Hang.

The two exchanged glances and were discovered by people in the Prince Mansion, and Juan’er’s husband, in his anger, wanted to divorce her.

Misunderstood by her husband, Juan’er returned heartbroken to her parent’s home, unwilling to step out or meet anyone.

Upon learning Juan’er was to divorce, both Young Master Xun and her confidant Qing’er, previously mentioned, went to her home, and upon hearing, Young Master Hang, anxious, also rushed over.

The four met, and a storm quietly approached...

Su Juan was inwardly cursing, this Juan’er, being ambiguous with Qing’er one moment, drinking with Young Master Xun the next, exchanging glances with Young Master Hang another, and still hopelessly infatuated with her ex-husband; this Shen Ruhui must be mad!

If this nonsense were actually sold, it would be disastrous!

"Mr. Shen, forgive my bluntness, but you’ve portrayed Juan’er as far too affectionate."

Shen Ruhui was drinking again, looking at Su Juan, "Really, I think it’s alright."

He thought his writing was quite good.

Su Juan’s face darkened, wasn’t it?

And the names in the book, with Juan’er and Qing’er, then suddenly Young Master Xun and Young Master Hang, using a modern phrase, you might as well read out their ID numbers!

Shen Ruhui looked at Su Juan with interest, "So tell me, if Juan’er wasn’t so affectionate, who should she like more among these people?"

Liu Xuan, that fool, never reads his storybooks, making it hard to find someone to talk to.

Su Juan resisted the urge to tear the manuscript, putting it down, smiling, "I think Juan’er is inherently indifferent, liking no one, especially not her unscrupulous ex-husband; not hoping for his death would already be good, how could she be infatuated with him?"

She tried to make Shen Ruhui realize how absurd the plot was.

Shen Ruhui: "..."

A moment later, Su Juan was thrown out of the Shen family, and the wooden door slammed, almost hitting her in the face.

Su Juan’s temple twitched, [Such a hot temper.]

[Making Juan’er so fickle, and I haven’t even settled accounts with you, yet you have the nerve to slam the door on me!]

How did Liu Xuan meet such an ill-tempered friend?

Su Juan left enraged by Shen Ruhui.

And just as she left, someone else knocked on the Shen family door; a man entered the house, placing a wooden box on the table, opening it to reveal silver in bright white along with an envelope.

"Continue to write according to the instructions in this letter, and all this silver will be yours."

Shen Ruhui laughed coldly, drinking by himself, "Today is truly strange, with people coming one after another, all wanting to tell me how to write a story."

Ridiculous.

A long sword was drawn, held against Shen Ruhui’s neck, gleaming suddenly, his face turning pale.

The man looked at him coldly, "Mr. Shen, choose between life or the silver?"

...

It had been ten days since Su Juan moved out of the Prince Mansion, yet the Emperor’s Holy Decree had made no official decision, and Song Qianfan hadn’t delivered the divorce papers either.

"Since you want a divorce, you should cut the tangled mess quickly." Xie Xun shook a fan, speaking to Su Juan.

Liu Miaoying nodded, "Ah Juan, perhaps His Majesty has forgotten; why not remind him?"

Su Juan was troubled, lying on the table, "How to remind him?" [The only chance to see the Old Emperor would be during the court sessions, where court affairs are discussed; bringing up my divorce papers then?]

[That would be utterly clueless.]

Song Qianhang furrowed his brow, "Otherwise, I’ll remind my brother to write and give you the divorce papers?"

Su Juan shook her head, "Forget it."

[For Song Qianfan, there’s only the loss of a wife, not a divorce; you still hope he’ll write divorce papers?]

[He’s still figuring out how to take revenge on me; maybe today I leave Baihua Building, and tomorrow my corpse is found on the street.]

Suddenly, there was a commotion and cheering outside, calling "Miss Xian Yun."

Liu Miaoying got up and went to the window to look, seeing the graceful figure of a woman playing the zither, smiling, attracting eager admiration from those below.

"This Miss Xian Yun is indeed quite beautiful."

Su Juan also stood up, walking over to look, "Miss Xian Yun seemed to be troubled by something before, emotionally low, but today she looks in great spirits, seemingly resolved whatever worry she had."

Xie Xun shook his fan, with a meaningful smile, "The only thing that could trouble a girl in the brothel would be matters of the heart."

His words were just listened to, as they weren’t particularly curious about what had troubled Xian Yun.

But Su Juan suddenly remembered, [Ah! I just remembered, no wonder I felt I’d seen Xian Yun somewhere before!]

Everyone looked puzzled, "?"

[This Xian Yun is none other than Song Qianfan’s old flame outside!]

[All those jewelry and good things of mine, he gave them away to please her.]

Everyone was shocked, "!!!" No wonder Su Juan’s possessions were just two small boxes.