Chapter 2 The master's farmhand carried away the concubine brought for good luck.

The original owner was dragged to the woodshed to fend for himself.

He gritted his teeth and used the wound medicine. His usual coworkers secretly brought him steamed buns and water.

Fortunately, he survived, but he lost a lot of weight.

The original owner wasn't stupid this time. She knew that although she hadn't died this time, she had offended the young master, and there was no guarantee that she wouldn't lose her life again.

Thinking of Aunt Song in the bridal sedan chair.

He limped over to Aunt Song's door and knelt down; in fact, it was difficult for a farmhand like him to enter the backyard.

But the master of the mansion is nearing his end, and the household is relatively lax in its management, so no one has noticed him. When Consort Song arrived, everyone was busy with the master's affairs, except for letting her sleep in his room at night.

Nobody paid any attention to her.

When Aunt Song met the original owner of the body, she heard him say so many words of loyalty.

Thinking that they were all people who had no choice in the matter, she left the original owner in her room to work as a handyman.

The original owner recovered his health here, and Aunt Song would generously give him rewards on a daily basis, so he felt that he had turned misfortune into blessing.

But occasionally, when she thinks of Pear Blossom and the young master at night, she feels an intense hatred.

Now that his wife is gone, he has to avoid the people in the eldest young master's room even when he's in the mansion.

He no longer dared to look for a wife in the mansion, planning to return to the countryside after his term expired and then look for one, but afterwards his eyes were always on Aunt Song.

Occasionally, I would dream of Aunt Song at night.

The original owner felt that he had gone mad.

Aunt Song was clearly not my type.

One day, while the original owner was working, she ran into Concubine Song returning from the master's place. Her expression was strange. After exchanging a glance, the original owner lowered her head and called out to Concubine Song.

Not long after, news spread that the master had recovered from his serious illness.

Meanwhile, many gifts were sent to Consort Song's room.

Everyone in the mansion said it was because of Concubine Song that the master woke up.

That night, the original owner tossed and turned, and finally got up and went to Aunt Song's room.

He felt like he was going crazy; this was the master's woman.

After slapping himself twice to wake up, he was about to turn around when he heard a voice from inside: "Who's out there? Get the hell in here."

The original owner was stunned; she hadn't realized she hadn't rested yet.

After thinking for a moment, I hesitated and opened the door. The wooden door creaked open, and a strong smell of alcohol hit me as soon as I opened it.

Aunt Song, propping her head up with her hand, stared dazedly at the man who had suddenly appeared before her. Her face was flushed, and her lips were red and her teeth white. "What are you doing here? What are you doing standing at my door, a servant like you?"

The original owner didn't speak, but just stared blankly at her.

The woman frowned, stood up, and walked in front of me, leaning on the table: "I remember you. You're the one who knelt at my door before. I saved you."

"Aunt Song...you've had too much to drink," the original owner stammered.

Aunt Song waved her hand: "Since you're here, have a drink with me."

Reason told the original owner that he should close the door and leave.

But he couldn't move his legs.

He abruptly turned around, closed the door, and walked awkwardly to the table.

Aunt Song covered her face and laughed.

"You seem honest and kind, but I never expected you to be such a bad person?" Aunt Song pulled him to sit down. "Fine, we are all pitiful people in this world. After tonight, I will still be the master."

"You're still just a handyman in my room."

The original owner had drunk too much that night and didn't know who started it.

The next day, just as dawn broke.

The original owner looked nervous and carefully left the room. Her clothes were disheveled when she went out, and she was afraid that someone would notice something was wrong, so she went to the outhouse to tidy herself up first.

Just as he left, Aunt Song was propping her head up with her hand and laughing by the bedside.

When the personal maid came in and saw the marks on Concubine Song's body, her legs went weak with fright. The master had only just woken up; he hadn't shown any signs of being conscious before.

Judging from Song Yiniang's current appearance, it's clear she's having an affair.

"Look how scared you are?" Aunt Song's clothes covered her fair shoulders, and her eyes held a hint of coquettishness.

"Aunt Song, if this is discovered, you'll be drowned in a pig cage!" The maid was terrified, not understanding why she was doing this.

Aunt Song sneered, raised her eyes to the rafters and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "In this cannibalistic world, what way can I, as a concubine, possibly survive?"

“If that old bastard survives, my wife will not tolerate me. If he dies, people will spread rumors that I killed him, and I will be buried alive.”

"No matter what I do, I'm headed for a dead end, so I might as well learn how men have fun."

The maid didn't understand why Aunt Song thought that way.

Hasn't the master woken up?

As long as the master likes her, no one will dare to touch Aunt Song, who is so beautiful.

The good things in the house were all gifts from the master and mistress, and she felt that Aunt Song was courting death by doing this.

After that day, the original owner never appeared in front of Aunt Song again.

He felt uneasy after his hasty escape that day, but he could never forget the feeling of that night.

After some time, Master Jia became fully sober, and the first thing he did that night was to go to Concubine Song's courtyard. The original owner was shocked and frightened when she heard about this.

He was afraid that Aunt Song would be found out of her virginity, and even more afraid that she would implicate him if the affair was exposed.

Of course, he also felt resentment at having his woman taken away, but it was suppressed by fear.

The light in Aunt Song's room remained on all night. The original owner felt like ants were crawling inside her. After thinking it over, she got up and looked around for gaps in Aunt Song's room to peek inside.

Finally, Song Yiniang's personal maid saw him and quickly chased him away.

Judging from his appearance, the maidservant guessed that the person who had been in the concubine's room before was him.

After he left, the door to the room was opened, and Aunt Song, dressed in her undergarments, asked the maid who she was.

The maid initially remained silent, but upon meeting Aunt Song's gaze, she spoke up, saying that she was the original owner of the body. After glancing around the room, she quickly advised, "Aunt Song, don't do anything rash. Master is still in the room. If someone else sees you, you really won't survive."

"Auntie, please go inside quickly."

The maid mustered her courage and pushed Aunt Song inside.

The original owner, standing in the corner with slumped shoulders, also went back.

The next day, as soon as the master left, the maidservant from the concubine's side invited him to her room and closed the door behind her.

Why were you standing by the window last night?

Aunt Song sat at the top, her eyes lowered, listlessly shaking the teacup lid.

The original owner replied, "I just wanted to come and see, I was afraid you..."

"What are you afraid of me for?" Aunt Song looked at him. She had already carefully examined the man's appearance. Unlike the scholar, he was much taller and more imposing.

His muscles were hard and muscular, as were his rough hands.

If you apply a little pressure when you put it on her, her skin will turn red.

The original owner shook his head and didn't say anything.

Aunt Song got up and looked him over. Her tone was crisp, and she seemed to be in a good mood: "Afraid that old geezer will find out and drown me in a pig cage? Or are you afraid that I'll sleep with him?"

"Are you afraid that if I expose you, you'll be implicated?"