Abandoned Wife? Her Starlight Shall Blind You!-Chapter 275 - 218: Indignation for Women

Seeing his wife’s displeasure, Jun Moling hurriedly asked in a low voice, "My dear, is there something wrong?"

Shen Ruoxi pursed her lips tightly and said gravely, "This person is not suitable."

Jun Moling was taken aback and hastily explained, "Why? My dear, do not rush to such conclusions.

Though Lord Xiao’s current rank may be low, his character is impeccable, he does not form cliques or engage in corruption, diligently handles cases, and is truly a rare and good official."

Shen Ruoxi let out a cold snort and analyzed resolutely, "Indeed! But why has he not married for a full eight years? This reason must be deeply considered.

Firstly, this indicates his first wife holds a significant place in his heart; secondly, it shows he has never let go of his first wife’s case.

This unresolved case weighs like a huge stone on his heart, and he constantly thinks about avenging his deceased first wife.

How can such an obsessed person enter the Shen Mansion?

How could he be united with my sister-in-law? I even suspect his motive for applying to join the Shen family as a son-in-law.

He does not sincerely wish to be part of the Shen family but intends to use the Shen family’s influence, and even your power, my lord, to investigate the murderer of his first wife back then."

Upon hearing this, Jun Moling pondered for a moment then nodded, but still tried to defend him, "This is also human nature. He is passionate and persistent, which seems to be no serious fault."

Shen Ruoxi couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Jun Moling.

Jun Moling couldn’t help but shake his head with a wry smile, only his own wife dares to roll her eyes at him like this, her disdainful look made him feel helpless.

"To whom is he passionately committed? It’s like Yan Zhen, he knows he cannot let go of my sister-in-law, so he simply does not marry.

Because he understands that marrying someone else when his heart is with another is unfair to the person he marries; he should not harm innocent people. This is the true conduct of a gentleman.

But Xiao..."

"Xiao Yudong." Jun Moling supplemented.

Shen Ruoxi concurred, "Yes, Xiao Yudong, he has ulterior motives and certainly would not be of one heart with my sister-in-law. Such a man must not be accepted. He is committed to another’s memory, which has nothing to do with my sister-in-law.

Besides, why did his wife’s case become a cold case! Normally it should be a vendetta or such.

And he has handled many cases, but it was on the day the real murderer was brought to justice that his wife died, very likely it was done by the remnants of that murderer, so why can’t the real culprit be found?"

Jun Moling gently patted Shen Ruoxi’s shoulder, comforted, "The Ministry of Justice has always handled cases with top-notch standards, and since this case remains unresolved, it suggests it might not be related to that dead murderer, so do not worry yourself too much about it, my dear."

Shen Ruoxi nodded slightly, she was not good at solving cases, just asking casually.

It’s just that this Xiao Yudong won’t do, and among these three candidates, none appealed to her, partly due to her brother’s reason.

Her brother perfectly inherited their mother’s virtues, though a military general, he was steady and wise, handsome, unlike those reckless and crude men.

Her sister-in-law was once the fairest flower in the Capital City, and her family was a high-ranking household.

Finding a sixth-rank or seventh-rank official is really too big a disparity, even if not up to the level of her brother, it should be not much different.

It seems that to others, she, now a widowed mother bringing children, is regarded as if anyone would dare to apply, thinking she is no longer worth much.

Who exactly gave such a valuation?

Moreover, she is about to recognize him as her brother, to inherit her father’s title.

Her father was a Marquis, and in the entire Dayi Country, how many could be granted the title of Marquis? It was supreme glory, unattainable by these people.

Actually, the most suitable would be Yan Zhen, but unfortunately, there is too much entanglement between them, which is truly regrettable.

Shen Ruoxi instructed the steward to bring over the information of the eliminated candidates, Jun Moling quickly urged her to rest, as she is now pregnant, he was very anxious, fearing she would tire herself out.

Shen Ruoxi just smiled faintly, "I’m pregnant, not disabled. Besides, I am a healer myself, pregnant women need appropriate activity, can’t always be sitting, it’s not good for future childbirth."

Jun Moling nodded, actually in recent days he had sought out many such books and knew it indeed to be so, but he just instinctively felt nervous.

"Then my dear, do not tire yourself." Jun Moling’s eyes were full of concern.

Shen Ruoxi nodded again, "Don’t worry about it! I’m okay."

In her hands was a large stack of documents, and she indeed found that many excellent men were eliminated due to age.

Shen Ruoxi felt somewhat unhappy, and couldn’t help but complain inwardly: A man of eighty finding an eighteen-year-old is taken for granted, but if a woman finds someone ten or eight years younger, there are all sorts of ugly voices.

Saying men appear younger, women appear older, not a match, she really wanted to spit forcefully.

Generally, women live five to six years longer than men, in terms of physical functions, women actually are the ones who look younger.

They also say men at eighty can have children, but for what, to mess around a bit, and leave the woman in lonely widowhood for the rest of the time?

Yet in the current world, it seems to be a men’s world where they call the shots.

They use power and ideas to casually restrict women’s thoughts, force that series of unequal terms on women.

Just to freely manipulate them, have them genuinely conform to and accept all these so-called ’rules’, believing all that to be righteous and irrevocable.

Over time, it seems all women are numbed by such thoughts, no longer generating any alternative ideas.

After all, this is ’law’ passed down for thousands of years, seemingly engraved deeply in people’s consciousness, hard to stir.

Shen Ruoxi, thinking of this, found her resentment hung around for a long time.

"Tell the steward, the upper limit is not thirty, above twenty-five is acceptable, unmarried is even better, let him re-select." She handed the stack of documents to Chuntao, her expression filled with anger.

"I’ll go tell the steward right away." Chuntao responded and quickly left.

Watching Chuntao’s figure disappear from her view, the stuffiness in Shen Ruoxi’s chest still lingered.

She couldn’t help but wonder, when will women be able to be the masters of their own house, have a say, and completely break those constraints on women?

Jun Moling saw his wife still gloomy and sorrowful, affectionately shook his head, gently embraced her, and softly comforted, "My dear, marriage is predestined, do not trouble yourself too much over this, take it easy."

Shen Ruoxi rolled her eyes at Jun Moling again in exasperation, cursing inwardly: All because of you dreadful men causing trouble, bullying us women.

Jun Moling was baffled by her glare this time, feeling innocent, and asked with a confused look, "My dear, how did I offend you?"

Shen Ruoxi then thought, what does this have to do with her husband?

In the Prince Zhan Mansion, who does not regard Shen Ruoxi as their leader? Her husband even pampered her to no end, indulging her whims, never speaking a harsh word.

Thinking of this, a smile suddenly blossomed on her face, "Husband, it just occurred to me, you men, no matter how old, marrying young women are considered reasonable, yet us women being two or three years older attracts criticism, I feel frustrated."

Jun Moling couldn’t help but laugh, "My dear, are you indirectly saying that I am old?"

Shen Ruoxi looked at his handsome face, gently rubbed it, and playfully chided, "Even when you’re in your twilight years, you’ll still charm many women, so be careful not to attract bees and butterflies."

Jun Moling shook his head with a wry smile, feeling entirely innocent in this ’friendly fire’, his own wife was really willful, pinning every ’hat’ on him.

But, who told him to pamper her like this?

Just then, a young servant entered the room, kneeling respectfully, "Your Highness and Princess Consort, General Yan and General Yan are outside requesting an audience with you, Your Highness."