The old woman, who was quite old and was even called a "vixen" by the old man, was burned to death.

Old Man Mu didn't sleep a wink all night.

As the sky gradually brightened and the fire slowly died down, we watched the sky turn white.

He returned to the shop while there weren't many people on the street.

There was only one patrolman there to ensure the fire did not reignite.

The old man's body suddenly became hunched over.

After slipping a large piece of silver to the patrolman, he went into the ruins.

I kept searching.

There were only three charred sheep carcasses in the dark room.

There was no trace of the old lady.

Old Man Mu was not giving up. He checked again and, after confirming that there was nothing there, his dead heart seemed to stir again.

He knelt on the ground, his hands trembling.

The Du family knew there was no one in the secret room, only sheep, so they didn't deal with it, and probably didn't even send anyone in.

Where did that woman go?

There's only a one in ten chance she was taken away by the exclusive agent; eight out of ten she was taken away by the people who caused trouble yesterday; and the remaining ten percent is that she ran away on her own.

At this moment, Old Man Mu desperately hoped that his usually docile woman would take charge of things for once.

It's better that they ran away.

Instead of being caught.

He took off his coat and spread it on the ground, then put in the items from the shop that hadn't been completely burned, including several blackened porcelain bowls and teacups.

The pair of cloth shoes that luckily survived the fire were made for him by the old lady.

Brushing away the dust, I saw several pieces of jewelry he had bought for the old lady, all together.

He suddenly froze.

That foolish woman didn't leave on her own; otherwise, she would definitely have taken all these things with her.

That means you've been arrested by someone else.

A huge contradiction was tearing him apart.

If the other party has arrested someone, they will definitely come looking for him. What should he do then?

Never betray your master.

But if he doesn't cooperate, she will die.

what to do?

He felt like he was being torn in two, and returned to the Du residence in a daze.

They happened to run into Pan Cong, who was about to leave.

"How's the shop? Is everything cleaned up?"

"Reporting to Master, it has been cleaned up."

"I remember you had an old woman, is she dead?"

"...Yes, he's dead, burned to ashes."

"That's good. Take a few days off and then move to another city to continue your work."

"I'll take my leave."

The first time, the old man did not answer "yes".

The burning emotions in his heart suddenly subsided when he heard Pan Congyun casually ask, "Is that old woman dead?"

In their eyes, their own and that of the foolish woman were no different from the lives of ants.

Then, all the sacrifices and painstaking efforts I've made for my master's great cause, are they nothing?

For the first time, he felt a sense of weariness towards this kind of life.

After eating and drinking her fill, Murong Yue dragged Ahao to the theater and listened to half of "The Peony Pavilion".

The reason I only listened to half of it was because when Murong Yue saw the part where Du Liniang was resurrected from the coffin, she didn't want to watch anymore.

"Doesn't Your Majesty like it?"

Ah Hao tilted his head and asked Murong Yue.

Murong Yue popped a plum from the south into her mouth, saying, "It's not my cup of tea."

Ah Hao understands that His Majesty likes to eat, and this play, in His Majesty's eyes, is like a delicious dish, but it doesn't suit her taste.

"When she was alive, she didn't enjoy life. She always thought about men and even thought about them to death."

"Can't."

Ha ha ha ha!

I never expected His Majesty to think this way.

Li Xuanji was reading the old woman's confession when he heard her words, and a smile crept onto his lips.

Ah Hao took out a set of clothes, which were sent overnight from the capital by the Ministry of Rites.

The most expensive materials and the most popular patterns on the market.

To ensure her identity was flawless, Murong Anle specifically borrowed a set of ruby ​​jewelry from Jiang Feng's wife.

In wealthy and powerful families, any headdress they owned was usually unique.

The worker will not make a second batch.

That's what makes it valuable.

Once this headdress is revealed, anyone with a discerning eye will know that Murong Yue is highly favored in the household of the Minister of Revenue.

"My lady, let me change your clothes."

"Um."

Murong Yue returned to her room with a joyful expression, letting Ahao dress her up.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Murong Yue couldn't help but sigh, "I'm so beautiful."

I remember when I first arrived, I cherished this new head so much, afraid of bumping or hurting it.

"My master has skin as white as snow, exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and beautiful hair. She is the most beautiful person in the world."

"Okay, I'll reward you when we get back."

Murong Yue was happy.

From now on, she'll be a beautiful zombie.

After everything was ready, and I put on that headdress, my unparalleled beauty was truly breathtaking.

Moreover, Murong Yue's walking and sitting postures are sometimes very casual, so Ahao removed the hair ornaments.

These are all headdresses that are fixed to the hair bun.

This made Murong Yue appear gentle yet spirited, with the pride of a noble lady, making her impossible to look away from.

As a personal maid, Ah Hao naturally needed to change into appropriate clothes.

Qi Yuan was responsible for finding these clothes.

Today, Li Xuanji is sitting outside to oversee the banquet.

One reason is to prevent him from being recognized, and the other is to leave someone outside in case the Du family goes crazy and wipes them all out.

Qi Yuan has been using a human skin mask lately, with an ordinary-looking face.

If he were to tone down his intimidating aura, he would become a personal bodyguard.

When Ah-hao finished tidying up and came out, she was stunned.

Because Qi Yuan's clothes were very similar to his own.

They all wore white and green coats, and upon closer inspection, even the embroidery patterns were identical.

One was dressed as a woman, graceful and elegant, while the other was dressed as a man, composed and capable.

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