On the Day of the Grand Wedding, My Wife Was Acting Strange - Chapter 22:

Chapter 22: Young Master, You Can’t Possibly Mean…

“Kill someone?”

This word was truly unfamiliar to Zhang Li.

Though she was the casino manager, she had never personally killed anyone. Those gamblers who refused to repay debts were always handled by the underlings; she had never been directly involved.

Lin Zhen suddenly proposed this condition… who exactly did he want to kill?

Besides members of the royal family, who else was beyond the reach of the Regent’s Mansion’s young master?

“Who do you want me to kill?”

“Let’s not talk about that now. We’ll speak when it’s time to fulfill the bet.”

“Fine, I’ll accept!”

Zhang Li still didn’t believe the Emperor would agree to such a ridiculous request.

Lin Zhen smiled and nodded, “Alright, I’ll leave the casino matters to you. Stay here these days; you don’t need to go home until it’s done.”

After speaking, Lin Zhen left, his attitude carefree and dashing.

Zhang Li watched his departing figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

There was both surprise that Lin Zhen was so different from the rumors and curiosity about the bet.

Who exactly did he want her to kill?

…

On the way, Lin Zhen noticed the Gu residence was festively decorated, with red carpets laid from inside to outside. The servants were all dressed in new clothes, beaming with joy, as if they were preparing to welcome some important figure.

He hadn’t heard of any joyful event happening at the Gu family, especially after they were stripped of their wealth.

Something unusual must be going on.

It was likely targeting him.

Cautious as always, Lin Zhen decided to investigate.

He deliberately called Han Zhong along, plus two more personal guards. The four of them swaggered through the streets like local bullies returning to their village.

Lin Zhen, dressed in luxurious clothes and surrounded by the black-armored guards, looked extremely ostentatious. The common people avoided him as if he were a plague god. Only a few beggars, bold enough, came swarming over.

They were old and young, men and women, uniformly holding broken bowls and begging sticks, shouting in front of Lin Zhen.

“Kind sir! Spare us some food!”

“Kind sir, please show some mercy!”

“Little ones kowtow to you!”

“Get lost! Damn it, do you even know who you’re blocking? Courting death, huh?”

Ergou, the guard, drew his sword and blocked in front of Lin Zhen. The beggars scattered in fright.

Han Zhong squinted at Lin Zhen, his expression as if to say: As expected, what a scumbag.

Lin Zhen said with displeasure, “Look at you, swinging your lousy sword at civilians?”

“Young master, these beggars are blind, daring to beg in front of you. Aren’t they asking for trouble?”

“Just refuse them and walk away. No need to act all high and mighty. Remember, your meals are paid by their taxes.”

“What? Even beggars pay taxes?”

“Of course, can’t a beggar’s family own two acres of land? Put your sword away. If I catch you pulling it recklessly again, I’ll bash your head.”

“Yes, yes.”

Lin Zhen acted like a dandy for cover, but he wasn’t truly one.

Moreover, bullying commoners was what street thugs did, not dandies.

Dandies never bullied those beneath their class.

Still, these beggars looked genuinely pitiful. Unlike those in the future, these people were truly starving.

Give them two steamed buns, and they would sincerely pray for you.

If they had food every day, they’d do anything for you.

Unlike the beggars of the future who hung QR codes around their necks, claiming to be university students cheated of tuition money, yet they could still swindle two or three hundred yuan a day.

Maybe it was a bit exaggerated, but not by much.

In any case, few future beggars were truly hungry.

Perhaps he could establish a Beggar’s Sect?

Yes, very possible.

But only after his business stabilized and he had the money to support them.

Starting now would only invite trouble.

Arriving at the Gu residence.

Lin Zhen originally intended to find a servant to inquire, but before he could act, he saw Murong Yan’s grand palanquin with a five-clawed golden dragon parked in front of the Gu residence.

Today, Murong Yan was being low-key, with no sedan, only fifty Imperial Guards escorting the palanquin.

The surrounding commoners had been driven away, and within twenty meters, no one was allowed near. Lin Zhen had to watch from afar.

Soon, Murong Yan, dressed in a dragon robe, stepped down from the palanquin. Gu Yunting and Gu Beichen personally knelt to welcome her.

“Minister Gu welcomes Your Majesty.”

“Rise, my loyal subjects.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Murong Yan, after stepping down, smiled warmly, a stark contrast to her earlier rage at noon.

Lin Zhen thought to himself, What a woman! She changes faces faster than flipping a book.

“Your Majesty, I have prepared food in the main hall. Please, enjoy the meal.”

“Very well, let’s go, everyone.”

So, Murong Yan came to the Gu residence for a meal.

Hmm!?

A flash of realization struck Lin Zhen’s mind!

Wasn’t this plot in the original book?

The day after Lin Zhen’s wedding, Murong Yan ordered Gu Beichen to return Liu Shuyao to Lin Zhen. This did hurt Gu Beichen’s heart, but to make amends and express her fondness for the Gu family, Murong Yan deliberately decreed to dine at the Gu residence.

It was also at this point that Gu Beichen revealed his ambition—to assist Murong Yan in eliminating the Lin family.

But he had conditions: after the Lin family’s fall, Liu Shuyao must be spared, and Liu Hanyang’s family must remain untouched.

Murong Yan agreed readily, and the two began to target Lin Zhenxian step by step.

It seemed Lin Zhen’s transmigration hadn’t created a butterfly effect. Events were returning to their original course.

“In that case, I won’t let them have a peaceful meal.”

Lin Zhen watched as Murong Yan entered the Gu residence, followed by her maid Huanhuan.

With a malicious plan brewing in his heart, Lin Zhen let out a sinister laugh, “Hehehehehe.”

Everyone knew that when this laugh appeared, someone was bound to suffer.

Lin Zhen turned to Ergou, “Hey, did you bring the aphrodisiac?”

“Ah? Young master, you mean…”

“Cut the nonsense. Did you bring it or not?”

“Yes… I brought it.”

Ergou timidly pulled out a small paper packet. Lin Zhen snatched it with annoyance, “I knew none of you are decent.”

Ergou looked distressed, “Young master, could you leave me a little? That’s enough for ten people!”

“Is it colorless and tasteless?”

“Yes, absolutely colorless and tasteless. No one will notice!”

Ergou didn’t look reliable at all, making Lin Zhen feel uneasy.

In his past life, he had seen friends take sildenafil. Afterward, their faces turned red and their necks thickened, but they didn’t lose their minds.

He had no idea what ancient aphrodisiacs were made of or whether they would have the effect he wanted.

He asked Ergou, “Can you slip this into someone’s wine without anyone noticing?”

“Young master, you can’t possibly be…”

Ergou pointed toward the Gu residence. Lin Zhen nodded.

“Of course, I can!” Ergou was as excited as a dog, sticking out his tongue. “Just give the order, young master, and I guarantee Gu Yunting will roar like a wild beast all night long!”