The new maid is named Zheng Xiuer. She is only sixteen years old, just a little older than Feng Guang. Her parents died early, and she only has a grandfather. Because her grandfather recently fell ill and they were short of money, she came to work as a maid.

Feng Guang thought to herself, "Which person isn't pitiful these days?" As for this little girl named Xiu'er, she didn't need her to serve her much; all she needed to do was have her comb her hair.

These past few days, Xia Chao knew that Feng Guang was in a bad mood, so he simply set a curfew for her. As long as she returned home before Shen Shi (3-5 PM), she could go wherever she wanted. Kyoto was completely different from Tong County. There were more people here, and it was much more lively. Even the snacks were more plentiful than in Tong County. But Feng Guang still didn't feel happy.

She counted the days on her fingers, and it wasn't that she hadn't thought about being domineering and snatching the groom away at the wedding, but... Shu Feng said that he didn't like her and only regarded her as a junior.

What a damn junior!

Feng Guang grew angrier and angrier, and crushed the osmanthus cake in her hand.

Xiuer trembled behind her, "Miss, don't you like the osmanthus cake I bought?"

This is Xiuer's first time being someone's maid. She thinks this young lady is good in every way, but she seems to be in a bad mood every day, which makes her feel a lot of pressure.

Feng Guang looked at Xiu'er, who was trembling, and said calmly, "My hands are shaking, don't be nervous."

They didn't know where they had ended up, but they heard arguing coming from a tavern. The tavern owner said, "Old man Zheng, it's not that we don't want to give you wine, but I promised your granddaughter that you're not in good health and can't drink anymore. If something happens to you while you're drinking, our tavern can't afford to compensate you."

"Just sell me a little... let me have a sip to satisfy my craving, my granddaughter won't know," the old man in plain clothes said pitifully.

Suddenly, Feng Guang heard Xiu'er shout from behind, "Grandpa!"

Then, Xiuer rushed over angrily, grabbed the old man's hand, and started berating him: "You think I wouldn't know? I've worked so hard to save money for your medical treatment and medicine, and now you're secretly buying alcohol to drink? Have you forgotten how your condition worsened last time you drank?"

The scenery was breathtaking. At this moment, Xiuer, who was about to burst into cursing with her hands on her hips, was nowhere to be seen as timid and cowardly as she usually was.

"No, no, no, Xiuer, don't get agitated. I just came to the tavern to smell the aroma, I don't drink... I don't drink." The old woman weakly changed the subject. "Weren't you working as a maid for a family? Why did they give you a day off?"

Xiuer suddenly remembered that she was still a glamorous maid. She quickly looked at Fengguang and said apologetically, "Miss... I'm sorry, I was too excited."

"It's alright, you don't need to apologize." Feng Guang walked over.

The old man was startled when he heard the voice. As the girl drew closer, he saw her face clearly. Then, after a long moment of stunned silence, he cried out in panic, "A ghost!"

Feng Guang looked at the panicked old man, completely bewildered.

Xiuer quickly grabbed her grandfather's hand and said, "Grandpa, that's my master's young lady, not some ghost. Don't talk nonsense!"

"No...no...she's a ghost..." The old man desperately hid behind his granddaughter. "Miss...you've been dead for over forty years, and I've served as the steward of the Xia family for decades. Even if there are grudges or hatred, you shouldn't come looking for this old man!"

Feng Guang stood there for a long time, then tentatively called out two words, "Uncle Zheng?"