Please ask the Prime Minister to treat the young lady first.
"Sister Jiang, I came all the way here today specifically to wait for you to go back with us. You said your home isn't far from our Qi Mansion, and we could have a few private conversations on the way."
Qi Caiyao smiled and held Su Qingli's slender jade fingers. She still had some questions about piano skills that she needed to ask Su Qingli.
"It's late, please go back to your house. I have to go home too. If I have time, I will come to the Qi Mansion to visit you."
Su Qingli was visibly tired, and Qingzhu hurried over to support half of her body.
She heard the sound of the night watchman banging his clapper to announce the time on the dimly lit street outside.
"Sister Jiang, you must take care of yourself. I see you've lost a lot of weight since you were teaching us. This job of yours seems to be much harder than teaching in our Qi Mansion."
Qi Caiyao also noticed that Su Qingli was acting strangely. Su Qingli looked haggard and sick. Playing the pipa in this restaurant took a lot of time, and she had to sit in the restaurant as a musician for several hours without stopping.
"I'm just a little tired. I'll go home and have a good night's sleep. I'll have enough rest. Tomorrow I'll play the pipa as energetically as usual."
Su Qingli curled her lips and barely stood up against the green bamboo to hide her helplessness.
Qi Jinqian generously came to Su Qingli's rescue, "Caiyao, Miss Jiang declined, so don't force her. If you don't return to the Qi Mansion, your grandfather will be angry."
After waiting for most of the day and getting nothing in return, Qi Caiyao was in a low mood. Su Qingli would rather come to Wanhe Tower to play the pipa to make money than go to their Qi Mansion to be a private tutor.
Perhaps it was his inferiority complex that made him unwilling to have anything to do with a wealthy family like the Qi family.
"Take care, Sister Jiang. We're leaving now. See you next time."
Qi Caiyao was thinking about how to buy her teacher's sachet without making a fuss, so that she wouldn't have to work so hard playing the pipa in Wanhe Tower all day long.
How could such a pair of beautiful hands withstand long-term wear and tear?
After the uncle and nephew from the Qi family left, Su Qingli asked Qingzhu to hire a carriage. She had some food in the restaurant to fill her empty stomach, and asked the shopkeeper for a pot of water before leaving.
"Miss, you are growing weaker and weaker. You may not come tomorrow. I will come and tell the owner that you are ill and cannot handle the restaurant work."
The carriage was swaying as it ran along the dark official road. The master and servant were sitting in the swaying carriage. Qingzhu saw that her health was getting worse.
After only two days of playing, Su Qingli's body, which had just recovered from illness, could not withstand such hardship.
"But what about our sachet business? I can still hold on for a while. Qingzhu, give me some water. I'm very thirsty."
Su Qingli's face was pale, and she leaned against the walls of the carriage. Her body was as soft as a puddle of mud that couldn't be supported against the wall, and she didn't even have the strength to walk.
Qingzhu took the water bag, opened the wooden cork, let Su Qingli lean her head on his arms, and then carefully poured water into Su Qingli's dry lips, fearing that she would choke while drinking the water.
"Miss, please drink slowly."
Not far behind them, two strong ponies followed, escorting the master and servant to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"Sixth Master, the Prime Minister's Mansion is not far away. Should we still follow?"
Yin Han looked at the dimly lit Prime Minister's Mansion in front of him and reminded Qi Jinqian not to follow him anymore, as he would probably be discovered by the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Fu Xuechen was a very suspicious and cunning person, holding a high position of power. He was not someone who was easy to get along with. If he discovered them at this moment, all their previous efforts would be wasted.
"We can stop now. This driver is one of ours. Let's go back to Qi Mansion."
Qi Jinqian returned to Wanhelou, a secret intelligence station he had run for many years. It was not located in a prosperous area of the capital, but in an inconspicuous suburb. However, people from all walks of life often frequented it.
Because the drinks and delicacies at Wanhelou are not only reasonably priced but also delicious, the business has been booming for a long time and people come here from time to time.
"Sixth Master, you are here." Chunhong came forward with a smile. She was the owner of Wanhelou. Qi Jinqian handed Wanhelou to her to manage. The shopkeeper seemed to be in charge of Wanhelou, but in fact, it was all Chunhong's instructions behind the scenes, just to cover up the truth.
"Chunhong, you should take turns playing the pipa with her. She's not as strong as you, and you've been practicing martial arts for many years."
Qi Jinqian asked Chunhong to continue performing on stage, otherwise Su Qingli would be exhausted in a few days if she was alone.
Chunhong is better at martial arts than at playing the pipa. She has been playing the pipa in Wanhelou for the past two years in order to gather intelligence. There are all kinds of people in the restaurant, and she can hear all kinds of news.
"Yes, Sixth Master, I will do as you say. I thought you were hard-hearted and didn't know how to feel pain or warmth, but it seems this Miss Jiang is an exception." Chunhong smiled softly with her hands covering her lips, and poured a glass of mellow wine for Qi Jinqian.
Qi Jinqian silently swallowed the wine in one gulp, then turned around and left the restaurant without saying a word.
The shopkeeper looked at the lonely figure disappearing into the night and asked in confusion, "Miss Chunhong, do you think our Sixth Master is really in love?"
"Sixth Master never lets his feelings get in the way of things. Even if he loves her, it's not as important as the family's future. This Miss Jiang is the apple of the eye of the Prime Minister's eye. Sixth Master has been holding the Prime Minister back these past few days, trapping him in the political arena. I don't know when the Prime Minister will be able to return home."
Chunhong sighed softly and poured herself a glass of wine. As for love, she would eventually let her Sixth Master down.
The Qi family was wealthy and powerful, and was involved in government affairs. The Qi family was considered royal relatives, with the emperor's support, and it was common for people in the court to fight for power and profit.
Of course, this Wanhe Building was originally a tool for the struggle for power, and she was also a chess piece of Qi Jinqian.
The carriage stopped steadily in front of the Prime Minister's residence.
"Miss, Miss, we're home!"
Qingzhu called out to Su Qingli twice, but the person leaning against her didn't move at all, let alone respond to her. She was frightened and hurriedly helped Su Qingli off the carriage.
Su Qingli seemed to have fainted, but fortunately her breathing had not stopped.
"Where did you two go? Why did you come back so late?"
Qingzhu knocked on the door anxiously, and was greeted by Fu Xuechen's majestic voice, which frightened her so much that she shuddered and stammered, her legs so weak that she almost fell to her knees. "Prime Minister, Your Excellency, I am going out with the young lady to sell sachets."
"Selling sachets can make people faint. How can a useless servant like you take care of the lady?"
Fu Xuechen's face was cold and he emitted bursts of terrifying chilling air. His cold tone was like an invisible sharp blade. He snatched Su Qingli away, pulled her into his arms, and sniffed her breath.
"Master Prime Minister, please spare my life. I have tried to persuade the young lady, but she insisted on selling the sachets. I did not know that she would faint. Please, Master Prime Minister, please treat the young lady first, and then punish me."
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