Chapter 310 Who is the Traitor?

"The winter solstice is in two days. Will my older sister come back?"

Er Ya looked at the ledger while asking Ye Wan questions.

Ye Wan brewed tea and hid to the side to slack off, leaving all the work to Er Ya and San Ya. "Didn't we just receive a letter a while ago saying she's staying in Jiangnan to run the academy? Why are you all in such a hurry? Do you miss her?"

If he were to run an academy, he might not return for three to five years.

"I miss my older sister, we haven't been apart for so many years."

Er Ya bit her lower lip and the tip of her pen, her eyes darting around. If her older sister didn't come back, all this work would fall to her.

Although she loves looking at ledgers, it's not this kind of ledger. She loves money, ledgers that show how much money is made every day, not these agricultural ledgers. They give her a headache just looking at all the seeds.

Sanya was sitting on the table next to me, nodding her head, almost asleep.

"Madam, Madam Peng has sent a visiting card."

Hui Gu lifted the curtain and came in; the chill that wafted in made San Ya shiver and instantly wake up.

He glanced blankly at Ye Wan and Hui Gu, then started to doze off again.

"They must have invited them in because of what happened yesterday," Ye Wan said, putting down her teacup.

"You two are almost asleep sitting here. Come with me to see him and wake him up."

Ye Wan went out to put on her jewelry first. She usually doesn't wear jewelry at home because it makes her head feel heavy and tiring. But since she was meeting guests, she couldn't just wear it so simply.

Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse; respect the clothes before respecting the man.

Er Ya straightened her sleeves, washed her hands, and complained to San Ya, "You were the one who fell asleep, but I wasn't asleep yet, so why did Mother have to bring me along too?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because Mom likes you?" Sanya said, yawning widely.

Er Ya took out a mirror and admired herself, saying, "Of course Mother likes me, do you need to tell me?"

The new mirror that Sister Ge Yue made reflects people so clearly that she was startled when she first saw it.

Mother said that once mass production is possible, the products will be sold in her shop. Er Ya can already imagine her making a fortune every day.

Sanya stretched and yawned, "You're so arrogant. Mother clearly likes me."

"Yes, I like that you fall asleep as soon as you look at the ledger."

The two sisters bickered the whole time, but when they reached the entrance of the main hall, they immediately became well-behaved.

"Mrs. Lin."

"Mrs. Peng."

Madam Peng was in her thirties, slender, with fine wrinkles around her eyes, and her face was heavily made up.

Seeing Ye Wan's momentary surprise, he got straight to the point, "That ignorant fool offended Madam Lin yesterday, and I've come today specifically to apologize."

They said they had presented all the apologies, and some of them were valuable items.

Ye Wan smiled and said, "I'm not the one who's offended. Madam Peng's visit is too kind of you. But it's nothing serious, so I'll accept it on behalf of my sister."

No damage was caused, so it's best to stop while we're ahead and send all these things to Ye Hua.

Madam Peng was surprised that these people accepted the gifts without a word of politeness. They were indeed shallow country bumpkins. She had heard that Lin Anyuan would take advantage of any opportunity and accept any gift.

He immediately smiled and changed the subject, "I didn't expect Mrs. Lin to be so young, and to have two such beautiful daughters."

Madam Peng's gaze swept across Er Ya and San Ya's faces, as if they were items waiting to be sold.

"I wonder if your daughter is engaged yet? I have a son who is about the same age as your daughter..."

Lin Anyuan is currently at the height of his power. If this marriage can be arranged, it will definitely benefit their family when Prince Jing ascends the throne.

Many people think this way: Madam Peng's personal visit today to apologize to a nephew is surely not without ulterior motives.

Ye Wan smiled and said, "Madam Peng is joking. My two daughters are still young. No rush. Try this tea."

She didn't respond, which made Madam Peng a little embarrassed. She quickly changed the subject, talking about clothes, jewelry, and snacks.

Ye Wan smiled and echoed a few words.

"It's getting late, so I won't disturb you any longer, Madam. I'll definitely teach that child a good lesson when I get back."

Madam Peng's face was beaming with joy, but her expression changed immediately after leaving the Lin family. "What's so great about her? She's just an orphan from the countryside, and who knows where she's from. It's her good fortune to have someone take a liking to her. If she starts to act all high and mighty, that's a mistake."

A maidservant standing nearby saw an old nanny walk by and hurriedly reminded her, "Madam, let's talk about this when we get back."

If this gets overheard, wouldn't it be considered deliberately offending someone? Today's apology would probably be in vain.

Ye Wan had no idea that the other person had thought so much; even if she did, she would just laugh it off.

Hui-gu wouldn't bother Ye-wan with such a trivial matter.

You can't change what other people are thinking. Let them think whatever they want. Anyway, you still have to be polite and smile when you meet them.

Power and status, what wonderful things!

"Mother, why are you sighing?" Er Ya made Ye Wan a cup of tea.

When Madam Peng brought up their marriage, Er Ya wanted to curse, but thankfully she held back.

"I miss your dad. He's been gone for so long. I wonder if he'll be able to come back before the New Year and spend it with us." After walking around outside, Ye Wan felt a little cold. In this cold weather, of course she needed a man to warm the bed.

They really do see each other very little.

"It's too cold, he probably won't be able to come back." Er Ya didn't want her father to come back.

When her father came, she had to see her mother less often.

Ye Wan rested her chin on her hand. "It shouldn't be this cold in Jiangnan. I wonder what Lin Anyuan is doing right now?"

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Achoo!

"Dad, have you caught a cold?" Daya made Lin Anyuan a cup of tea.

"Someone must be talking about me." Lin Anyuan touched the hairpin in his hair.

Under the lamplight, Zheng Qingshan, standing next to him, squinted, dazzled by the scattered light.

General Lin's hairpin is truly... dazzling.

Zheng Qingshan just sent word that the Governor-General of Jiangnan, along with several powerful families, is planning a rebellion.

Lin Anyuan patted the aristocratic family, "These rebels have been a bit too restless lately."

Several powerful families: Bah! You're the traitor!

Daya keenly sensed, "Dad, you're going to..."

Lin Anyuan nodded. "This time I went personally to remove these obstacles so that you can accomplish what you want to do."

These people from Jiangnan have mountains of gold and silver, and are used to a life of wealth and luxury. They are not willing to easily submit to the emperor.

Lin Anyuan told General Wei that he was the main force in suppressing the rebellion and asked General Wei to guard the rear.

"Alright, alright, I'm so old, and I get aches and pains all over my body in winter. This is perfect for me to rest."

General Wei had no objections whatsoever. He had already been branded a traitor, so he might as well take a few days off now.

Lin Anyuan is truly capable, especially with that secret formula he holds. It's incredibly powerful; on the battlefield, he's practically invincible. You can't outmaneuver him openly, and you can't outmaneuver him underhandedly either. General Wei truly admires him.

"I've found a military doctor. General, please don't suffer from any discomfort."

Lin Anyuan left, his clothes billowing in the wind.

General Wei sighed, "Ah, if only that kid Wei Ye could marry a daughter from the Lin family."

"Father, what are you saying?" asked General Wei's son.

"I said it's time to eat."

"oh."

General Wei leisurely went to eat from the communal pot, and all the soldiers ate the same food. In his lifetime, he had finally seen an army that did not have to worry about food supplies during marches and battles.

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