Chapter 8 The master's farmhand carried away the concubine brought for good luck.

Seeing Guo Mama's expression, Madam Jia asked, "What happened in the side courtyard today? Was that person restless or unwilling to attend to the sick?"

After a moment's thought, Granny Guo said, "You understand, Madam."

Madam Jia put down her teacup: "So that means she didn't want to take care of me while I was ill. Did she say anything?"

Granny Guo: "No, she just looks unhappy."

Madam Jia sneered: "I thought she was too proud to speak her mind. The master was quite protective of her after she woke up. But that's exactly why he will get tired of her even faster."

Granny Guo remained silent.

Madam Jia stared blankly at the courtyard outside: "Granny Guo, I'm a little tired."

"Madam, please rest if you are tired."

"Rest?" Although Madam Jia was looking outside, her eyes were lifeless. "It's been so many years, and I still have to help him train these women, each one younger than the last. Do I have time to rest?"

“I have always stayed by his side, by my son’s side, and by the yard.”

When will this ever end?

She actually understood that Aunt Song was innocent.

But women are never in control of their own lives from birth.

When Song Jiao was taken to the master's courtyard, Ji Huaizhi went with her.

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When Song Jiao saw Ji Huaizhi waiting at the gate of the courtyard, her expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything and followed the people from the front yard to the master's room.

"Aunt Song, it's getting late, you should rest soon."

Song Jiao walked up the steps expressionlessly, while Baozhu stood beside Ji Huaizhi with her lips pursed: "I used to think that these masters lived such good lives, unlike us servants, but I always felt that Aunt Song was very pitiful, as if she was about to break."

Ji Huaizhi didn't speak, and Baozhu didn't expect him to answer either.

The wooden door was opened, and Song Jiao closed her eyes and lifted her foot, when she heard someone shouting that the young master's courtyard was on fire.

Song Jiao looked back.

Just then, his gaze met Ji Huaizhi's as he came down the steps. At this moment, Ji Huaizhi was not the honest and simple man he usually was.

His serious expression conveys a sense of reliability.

"Fire! Help!"

"Young master's courtyard is on fire! Quick, someone come and help put it out!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Hurry! The master is still weak. What if you disturb him with such a commotion?"

"I heard it. Get someone to put out the fire and see how it started." Master Jia's voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Song Jiao then turned around and called out, "Since such a big thing happened today, Master, you should rest first. The Madam must be very flustered right now. I'll go and see her first."

After saying that, Song Jiao turned around and left.

Ji Huaizhi was taken away to put out the fire.

Only Baozhu followed behind her: "Aunt Song, aren't we going to find Madam?"

"She already knew about this commotion, so we won't go and join in the fun." With that, she quickened her pace and returned to her own yard.

She didn't want to get involved in any trouble, so she didn't want to join in the fun.

"When Ji Huaizhi returns in a little while, have him come to my room."

Baozhu asked in surprise, "Aunt Song, it's so late today, let's do it tomorrow."

Song Jiao also realized that it was inappropriate.

The news of the fire at the Jia mansion caused quite a stir in the city. The servants were all putting out the fire in the eldest young master's courtyard and didn't notice that the warehouse had also caught fire.

By the time they realized what was happening, the warehouse fire was already raging.

There's no way to go in and retrieve those treasures anymore.

Madam Jia covered her nose with a handkerchief, her face filled with anxiety.

These are all treasures that the master had collected. This fire is a huge loss.

"Have you reported it to the authorities yet? Go report it to the authorities quickly!" Madam Jia beckoned.

While everyone was asleep, the Jia family mansion was ablaze for most of the night, with some exaggeratingly saying that it dyed the sky red.

After the fire was extinguished, the warehouse was severely burned, but it was also discovered that many treasures were missing. Even if everything was burned, there would still be ashes!

The officials concluded: "It must have been a diversionary tactic by the thieves. While everyone's attention was focused on the young master's courtyard, someone was already making preparations here."

Madam Jia didn't sleep all night and looked extremely haggard.

He had a servant bring over a tray of silver: "I hope Your Excellency will investigate thoroughly and catch that thief!"

The official in his robes had a bright look in his eyes: "That's only right."

Greedily, he hid the silver ingots in his sleeve and said, "Madam Jia, you should also pay attention to the mansion recently. See if any servants have disappeared, because I am more afraid that they are thieves within the family. Such meticulousness makes me think that someone is working together from the inside."

Madam Jia nodded excitedly: "Thank you for your guidance, sir. I will definitely interrogate these servants properly."

After everyone left, Madam Jia summoned the steward and asked him to keep an eye on the servants in the mansion, especially those who had recently gone out.

The entire Jia family is now in a state of panic, as the fire at the mansion has reportedly worsened the master's condition.

Lady Jia felt dizzy. Other members of the family then sent people to ask if she needed help. She knew that if she let the people in, the Jia family would suffer even greater losses.

Ever since Master Jia fell seriously ill, the rest of the clan have been eyeing the Jia family covetously.

This can't go on.

"Granny Guo!" Madam Jia said with a worried expression, "Go and fetch that fortune teller."

Song Jiao felt a tightness in her chest and had no energy to tease Xuan Feng.

I got up to take a walk and found that there were very few people in the yard, and Ji Huaizhi, who usually watered the plants, was not there.

"Baozhu, where is Ji Huaizhi?"

Baozhu stepped forward and said, "I was summoned by the steward for questioning. Recently, the manor has been under strict control, and every servant has to go to the steward for questioning. I went too."

Song Jiao nodded: "Okay."

After thinking for a moment, Baozhu said, "Aunt Song, don't you think you've been asking Ji Gong a little too frequently lately?"

Song Jiao tilted her head in confusion: "Really?"

Baozhu nodded vigorously: "Yes."

Song Jiao avoided Baozhu's gaze and nudged the green plant next to her: "Because he often buys me pastries from outside. He cares about me, so I should also send him my regards."

Baozhu nodded, but she still felt that it wasn't because of that.

After Ji Huaizhi finished asking the questions, he was stopped by Lihua again.

Xi Shun pouted: "Aren't you afraid the servants in your courtyard will see?"

Pear Blossom wanted to say something, but seeing that Ji Huaizhi was about to leave again, she quickly followed, saying, "Brother Huaizhi."

Ji Huaizhi ignored her and kept walking forward without blinking.

Pear Blossom was a little slow to catch up: "Brother Huaizhi, are you still angry with me? Can you listen to me first?"