Chapter 86: Bitter Tea
Jingwu turned around and saw a little girl dressed in silk and satin, with pearls and jade in her hair, walking over with a cheerful gait.
She was followed by a woman and a man.
As she got closer, she recognized who was in front of her, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Princess? You've returned from the capital?"
Yun Fanjing looked at her with a smile and nodded: "Yes, Awu, I heard from my cousin that you opened a new shop, so I came here to support you."
As she spoke, she casually linked arms with the girl.
Jingwu was taken aback by the address. He looked down at the hand on his arm, feeling a little uncomfortable, and silently pulled his hand away.
"We naturally welcome the princess's presence."
With a smile on her face, she led the person into a private room in the shop.
Yun Fanjing didn't pay attention to these small details. She happily ordered the food and patted the stool next to her: "Awu, sit down and eat with us."
Jingwu shook his head: "I have other matters to attend to. Please enjoy your meal, Princess."
At this point, she suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "By the way, Princess, why do you call me A-Wu?"
"Isn't that what Cousin Huai always calls you?" Yun Fanjing blinked her big eyes, looking at her innocently. "Can't I call him that?"
Hearing this, Jingwu raised an eyebrow. The princess was setting a trap for her. If she said she couldn't call him by his nickname, wouldn't that confirm that she and Yue Huai had some kind of relationship? That's why she allowed her to call him by his nickname.
She smiled gently and met her eyes: "Do as you please."
After speaking, she nodded slightly, turned around, and took her leave.
Jingwu walked to his uncle's side, instructed him to treat the distinguished guest in the private room well, and then turned and went back to the mansion.
She didn't have anything important to do; she was just not going to be of any help and would only cause trouble, so she might as well go home and rest.
As soon as Jingwu returned to her doorstep, she saw the yamen runners standing by the magistrate's door waiting for her. As soon as they saw her return, they quickly went forward.
“Young lady, the magistrate sent me to tell you that Zhang Hong and his son Zhang Qiang have been sentenced to be executed in a month. The others involved will be given twenty strokes of the cane and imprisoned for ten years. As for Zhang Yang, he has not done anything to break the law, so the magistrate cannot punish him. He can only be imprisoned for three days before being released home.”
Hearing this, Jingwu nodded, which was about what he expected. "Thank you."
Seeing that she had no objections, the yamen runner breathed a sigh of relief and immediately returned to the county office to report.
Jingwu then went into his home and released the soul from the Qiankun Bag.
She looked at Wei Rou's translucent soul and relayed her words verbatim.
Hearing this, Wei Rou finally smiled: "These two beasts are finally dead. When they go to hell, I will definitely cut them into a thousand pieces!"
"You don't need to do that. After they go to the underworld, the judge will determine whether they should be punished in the eighteen levels of hell or enter the cycle of reincarnation based on what they did in their previous life. According to what they did, they should be punished in the sixteenth level of the volcanic hell."
Tears welled in Wei Rou's eyes; her obsession had finally been resolved.
Just as she was about to speak, she heard the person in front of her say something.
"Should I send you to the underworld immediately, or let you see your brother one last time?" Jingwu asked, taking out tea leaves and awkwardly brewing the tea.
"I...I want to see my brother one more time." Wei Rou was very excited when she heard this and immediately agreed, afraid that if she hesitated for even a second, the person in front of her would change his mind.
“Alright, they’ll come tomorrow. Just wait patiently.” Jingwu agreed, brewed the tea, and then turned to put the soul back into his Qiankun bag.
She waited for a while, and when the tea came out, she immediately poured herself a cup, took a small sip, and her face immediately scrunched up.
Why does it taste different from what Xue Wenhui cooked? It seems a bit strange.
Jingwu did not insist on brewing tea any further and immediately gave up, planning to wait for Wenhui to come back in the evening and have her brew some.
Late at night, Shao Che and his group returned home exhausted from the shop. Seeing that his niece was already asleep, they did not disturb her.
Ruan Chongyue was so thirsty that she picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, only to spit it out immediately because it was so bitter.
"Wen Hui, is this tea spoiled? Why does it taste so bitter?"
"Huh? I don't think so." Upon hearing this, Xue Wenhui immediately picked up the teapot and examined it. Seeing that the tea's color was off, she poured herself a cup, took a sip, and said, "This tea isn't spoiled; it's just that the brewing method was wrong. Aunt, please rest for a while, and I'll go brew you a fresh pot."
"No need, no need, I'll just go to the kitchen for a drink of water. You've had a long day too," Ruan Chongyue quickly stopped her.
Xue Wenhui smiled. As a ghost, she couldn't actually feel tired. But seeing that she had said that, she didn't say anything more and turned to go back into the house.
Just after she finished tidying up and lay down, she suddenly remembered that the pot of tea was most likely brewed by Jingwu, since she was the only one at home during the day.
Hmm, it seems she'll have to prepare a pot of brewed tea for the master when she goes out tomorrow.
Ruan Chongyue, who was in the east wing, was still awake. She was using an abacus to calculate the accounts one by one until almost midnight. Only after Shao Che urged her several times did she finally go to sleep.
The next morning, the group hurriedly went to the shop to get busy again.
Before leaving this time, Xue Wenhui made a point of leaving breakfast and brewing tea.
When Jingwu woke up, he saw the tea that had been brewed. He picked it up, took a sip, and smacked his lips.
This is the normal taste!
Jingwu finished his tea with great satisfaction before starting his breakfast.
She ate very slowly, and after she finished eating, Wei Shenghao brought Qiao Xueyi to their door.
Jingwu led the two to the main hall. As soon as they sat down, the two couldn't wait to speak.
"Master, I really want to ask what you meant by what you said yesterday?" Qiao Xueyi stared intently at the person in front of her, eager to get an answer from her: "Did it mean... I have no affinity with children?"
"No, not exactly." Jingwu raised his eyes, glanced at her, and then slowly said, "You fell into the water when you were young and were seriously ill for half a year, leaving you with health problems. The doctor should have told your family that it will be difficult for you to conceive again..."
Clang
The teacup in Qiao Xueyi's hand fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.
She did fall into the water and was seriously ill when she was young, and the doctor did say that.
But now more than a decade has passed, and her health has long since recovered, so how could she still be like this...?
"Master, do you mean that Xue'er has difficulty conceiving?"
Wei Shenghao was stunned for a while before he reacted after hearing this.
Jingwu fixed his gaze on his face and nodded.
Qiao Xueyi looked at the scene with a sense of formidable danger, her face deathly pale: "How could this be?"
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