After saying this, Song Xizhi calmly walked out amidst the surprised and puzzled gazes of the crowd.

Only Granny Wu, who was holding the jar, understood what Song Xizhi was trying to do. She silently turned her head and looked under the bed.

"My daughter is really heartless!"

She covered her mouth and chuckled secretly, then mixed half a can of milk with water and poured it neatly under the bed. She then moved several wooden boxes to completely block the area under the bed.

The milk mixed with water will dry in a short while, and once it dries, no trace of it will be visible.

Only a few days later, Madam Zhao, who was sleeping on her bed, smelled a faint stench on her bed. The stench was persistent and she could not find the source of it.

In the end, it will permeate the entire room.

Granny Wu finished all this quickly and efficiently, and then lit the incense that Song Xizhi often used in the room.

He then wrapped the jar in a handkerchief and mingled with the busy crowd to go to another room.

That speed, that reaction speed, it was as if they had done it a thousand times.

At that moment, Song Xizhi had just stepped out the door and walked up to Madam Zhao.

Madam Zhao watched as Song Xizhi's servants hurriedly came out of the house carrying large and small boxes. She felt quite pleased with herself. She touched the tip of her nose with a handkerchief and said indifferently, "It's good that you know what's good for you."

His tone carried a hint of condescension and disdain.

Madam Xin frowned, turned to look at Song Xizhi's silent demeanor, and felt that Song Xizhi had suddenly changed his personality. She was just about to say a few words.

But Song Xizhi simply smiled at Madam Zhao, his large, watery eyes wide open:

"I respect you, so I've cleaned up the house and given it to you."

As she spoke, her eyes were sincere and concerned: "They're tidying up inside. You should go in quickly. At your age, it wouldn't be good if you caught a chill outside."

As soon as Song Xizhi finished speaking, Madam Xin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Madam Zhao was already old-looking, which is why she hated those young vixens so much.

Song Xizhi's mouth hasn't changed; it's still as wicked as ever!

Madam Zhao snapped back to her senses, her previously smug gaze instantly turning to anger. Her lips trembled with rage: "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm old?"

"I am not even forty yet!"

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi's expression turned puzzled and confused, but he still took the initiative to apologize: "I'm really sorry, I didn't realize that, please don't be offended, Madam."

"However, you are the one who said the order of seniority. It is my kindness to give you this house, and it is my right not to. Please don't say anything about giving the house back in the future."

"That's impossible."

Madam Xin suppressed her laughter and nodded seriously: "Yes, I am a witness. Zhizhi wanted to get along with you, so she gave up the house and apologized."

"If Madam Zhao wants to return the room that was replaced, that would be deliberately making things difficult for people, and that cannot be allowed."

Upon hearing this, Madam Zhao sneered, "Don't worry, I will never return this house to you."

"I am Prince Yu's maternal aunt. If Consort Liang wants to bring other consorts over for a chat, my large house will be able to accommodate them."

One word and she's a concubine; one can imagine that the concubine must not be easy to get along with, as she interacts with such people every day.

Madam Xin was furious and wanted to say something more, but Song Xizhi grabbed her hand and pulled her away.

Seeing this, Madam Zhao finally returned to her own large house with her head held high: "Knowing she was in the wrong, she slunk away with her tail between her legs."

Upon entering the house, a fresh and pleasant fragrance filled the air.

Madam Zhao sniffed, very satisfied with the room: "This room is spacious, and there is a faint fragrance inside. Living here makes one feel better."

Meanwhile, Song Xizhi and Madam Xin had just sat down inside.

Song Xizhi didn't have many servants with her, so Madam Xin lent her her servants, and the group was busy tidying up.

Madam Xin kept complaining in Song Xizhi's ear: "This Madam Zhao is a domineering and capable jealous woman. She looks old, but her methods are very vicious. Her family has a strong backing, so Lord Zhao has no one in his backyard."

Song Xizhi nodded: "They are indeed not easy to deal with. The fact that they could leave Lord Zhao's backyard completely empty shows their skill."

Madam Xin shook her head with lingering fear: "Just because it's empty now doesn't mean it will always be empty. I've heard that all the women in Lord Zhao's backyard are long dead."

She patted Song Xizhi's hand: "It's good that you gave in. A little patience will keep things calm and prevent you from getting involved with her. It's just that her room is in the middle, and our room is separated from hers."

"Besides, your room is close to the door, so it must be windier at night."

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi smiled but remained silent.

Although the new house was small, it was close to the entrance of the courtyard, which was actually the real reason why Song Xizhi changed houses.

She felt something was off about what Ah Lian said, and since this room was on the outermost side, it would be more convenient for her to go out at night without being noticed.

Song Xizhi thought for a moment, then gave Madam Xin a mysterious smile: "I didn't hold back, but Madam Zhao will be staying here for another ten days, so she'll probably have to bear with it."

Hearing Song Xizhi's words, Madam Xin was very curious. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed a figure outside the open door.

It was the old woman who usually guarded the mountain; she came specifically to inquire about the situation in the courtyard.

"How are you two ladies doing in this courtyard? I overheard some arguing just now, has something happened?"

Song Xizhi smiled and shook her head, then narrowed her eyes slightly: "There's nothing major, but I would like to ask if there's a lot of moss on Heyan Mountain?"

The old nanny found this strange: "Is there moss in the courtyard?"

Song Xizhi said, "It didn't grow in the yard. There were stray cat footprints in the yard, and the footprints were covered with moss. Although the servants have already cleaned it up, the moss is slippery, and I was afraid there would be more, so I came to ask."

The old nanny nodded: "It was the servants' negligence. But don't worry, Madam, this moss doesn't come from here."

"It's probably because a stray cat ran up the hill behind the house and wandered into the yard, which is why there are traces of moss."

Song Xizhi tilted his head, a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "The back mountain? What's that place?"

The old woman's eyes were deep, as if she were recalling the past: "That area is also part of Heyan Mountain, separated from the front mountain by a bamboo forest. It was a place where pilgrims lived more than ten years ago."

"Now that the ancient temple on the mountaintop is closed and the mountain path on the back is too steep, it has been abandoned. A new courtyard has been built on the front of the mountain for nobles to live in."

She paused mid-sentence, then earnestly advised, "That back hill is probably no longer frequented. It's been neglected for years, overgrown with weeds and probably covered in moss. Ladies, please don't go there."