Chapter 8
Zhao Xiaoshuang bared her teeth, her eyes red: "Where did you come from, you bastard? I'll tear your mouth apart for daring to slander the Wen family."
Yin Su smiled calmly: "Madam Wen, don't worry. If you are wronged, just ask your daughter and you will know."
Wen Qiushui pulled the quilt tightly, with fear in her eyes: "I... I don't know what happened."
When she saw the handsome man, Wen Qiushui instantly looked infatuated, her cheeks flushed, and she murmured as if she had lost her soul: "Yin...Yin Langxu."
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Zhao Xiaoshuang, her eyes empty. "Mother, it's all my fault. I saw that Yin Langxu was good-looking, so I had dirty thoughts. I know I was wrong, please don't tell father."
Everyone was busy watching the show and did not notice anything wrong with Wen Qiu Shui. Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaoshuang was stunned, disbelief flashing in her eyes. She raised her hands abruptly but was reluctant to put them down, and finally her tears turned into two lines.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Zhaoli was confused. There were at least twenty people in this room. Since Wen Qiu Shui was sober, why did she admit her crime in front of everyone and ruin her reputation? This was not like her style. Did she do it on purpose?
Just when she was puzzled, a servant came hurriedly and said, "Second Miss, the old man wants you to bring your son-in-law to the courtyard to toast with the guests."
Jiang Zhaoli nodded, the servant slowly retreated, and everyone left.
Yin Su walked behind and suddenly stopped when he stepped over the threshold. He tilted his head and his eyes fell on Wen Qiu Shui, with a sneer on the corner of his lips.
There were twenty tables in the courtyard. Jiang Zhaoli and Yin Su introduced their relatives and friends in order of seniority and toasted them one by one.
The reason why she brought Yin Su to toast today was probably to block her from drinking. After a round, Yin Su's face was calm and his steps were still steady and powerful. Jiang Zhaoli couldn't help but glance at him.
After seeing off the guests, Jiang Zhaoli felt dizzy and sore in the feet after a busy day. After returning to Wenming Cuiyuan, Nanny Hong immediately took off the string of pearl hairpins on her head, and she immediately felt a lot lighter on her head.
She seemed to have thought of something, and whispered, "Nurse, do you think some evil spirits have been brought into this house? Why don't you go outside and find a Taoist priest to drive away the evil spirits tomorrow?"
Madam Hong was stunned and tried to dissuade him, "Miss, this is inappropriate. It would be fine if you do it secretly, but if someone tells the old man about this, I'm afraid he will complain."
The old man has never believed in ghosts. The Jiang family has never asked a Taoist priest to perform rituals, nor has they ever burned incense or worshipped Buddha. The old man has always believed that the right way is to have no ghosts in your heart. People who have ghosts in their hearts are afraid and feel guilty, so they look for people to exorcise the ghosts to gain peace of mind.
Jiang Zhaoli pursed her lips and said nothing. She didn't believe it, but Wen Qiu Shui was really strange today. Although she rarely met Wen Qiu Shui, she knew her temper. She was always hot-tempered and unreasonable.
If what happened today had happened in the past, she would have jumped out to compete with everyone, and would never have admitted her crime so quietly and calmly. Even Zhao Xiaoshuang was so angry that she almost hit her. She really couldn't understand...
Forget it, Wen Qiu Shui is gone anyway, and such a big mistake has happened. I'm sure the Wen family won't let her have an easy time during this period.
But the wishful thinking of the person behind this is likely to fail.
At this time, there was a banging sound outside, and soon the door was knocked. The voice of the servant came through the crack of the door: "Second Miss, we are ordered by the old man to move the son-in-law's things here."
Jiang Zhaoli heard this and sighed, "...Okay, let it in."
Since they couldn't escape it anyway, they might as well open their hearts and accept it, rather than having everyone suspect that the two of them were forced together.
Jiang Zhaoli closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forced herself to open her eyes. It just so happened that she also had something to ask Yin Su.
The maidservant shuttled back and forth between Wenming Cuiyuan and Fengchuntang. In just a cup of tea, she had arranged all of Yin Su's clothes and belongings, and put the clothes of both of them into the same box.
Jiang Zhaoli watched from the side with frowned and glared, but she couldn't intervene directly. Fortunately, the wet nurse held her back, so she didn't reveal any flaws in front of the maid.
"Where is Yin Su?" Jiang Zhaoli glanced at the darkening night in front of the door.
"Replying to the second young lady, the uncle is still in Fengchun Hall."
Could he have fallen asleep drunk?
Jiang Zhaoli was just about to raise her foot to take a look, but suddenly she remembered the look he had given her during the day, and she retracted her foot in embarrassment.
Never mind, just wait for him to come.
After the maids left, Jiang Zhaoli approached the nurse and said in a low voice, "Nanny, tomorrow you should send a few reliable people to Yuncheng to investigate Yin Su's background."
She always felt that Yin Su was not that simple.
The next morning, Jiang Zhaoli was summoned by her grandfather to the main hall. When she arrived, she found that her grandfather had only summoned her. She knelt down and saluted: "Li'er greets Grandfather."
The old man waved his hand calmly, and the maid in the hall closed the door immediately. When he saw that no one was around, the old man spoke slowly, his voice low and slow: "Second girl, what happened yesterday was too much. After all, the incident of the Wen family girl happened in the Jiang Mansion. You didn't give her face and gave them the opportunity to talk. Now the Wen family is using this incident to threaten the Jiang family to pay compensation."
Thinking of this, the old man's eyes turned cold, his gray beard couldn't help but curl up, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen due to anger.
The Wen family was asking for an exorbitant amount of money, asking for three thousand taels of gold.
"You are still young and don't understand the intrigues and deceptions between people. You may think he is a good person. Maybe he took advantage of your "feeling" and set a trap for you to fall into."
"You don't have to worry about this. Her Wen family can't threaten my Jiang Mansion now."
"Also, didn't you let Ah Su move into your room yesterday? This morning I sent someone to check and found out that he was drunk and slept all night in Fengchun Hall. He didn't even have a blanket, and there was no maid to serve him. As his wife, even if you can't take care of everything, you should send someone to take care of him and don't bully him."
Jiang Zhaoli was shocked. She was so focused on Wen Qiushui's affairs yesterday that she forgot about Yin Su's coming to Wenming Cuiyuan. She thought that if the maid brought his things, he would come by himself. But he didn't come all night, and she also forgot that he was coming...
Who could have thought that he was drinking in the courtyard yesterday without changing his expression, and fell asleep as soon as he returned to Fengchun Hall.
With such a low alcohol tolerance, how can he support the Jiang family with her in the future?
Fortunately they were only for three years.
The old man glared and said solemnly, "Remember, as the head of the family, revitalizing the family business is an important matter, and inheriting the reception is the top priority. You must not slack off."
"I shouldn't be telling you these things, but your grandmother and mother both passed away long ago, so I have to tell you. I see that you don't seem to think about it, so I'll mention it a little bit. You'd better be mentally prepared."
Jiang Zhaoli curled her lips. This was not just a suggestion, it was clearly an order. She and Yin Su were not suitable for each other, so how could they carry on the inheritance?
But she forgot that compared to other sisters, she had no choice. Even if Yin Su was gone from the Jiang family, there would be another Yin Su.
"Li'er will follow grandfather's teachings." Jiang Zhaoli concealed the emotions in his eyes, lowered his head, and looked like a man who admitted his mistakes, making people unable to say anything more.
After leaving the main hall, Jiang Zhaoli rubbed his stiff little face, thinking about how to ask Yin Su to move to Wenming Cuiyuan tonight.
When she thought about the fact that they would have to sleep on the same couch at night, Jiang Zhaoli felt restless all over and her repulsion became even stronger, but she had no way to refuse. Thinking of this, she sighed softly.
At this moment, Jiang Yuxing suddenly jumped out from the flowerbed, fluttering his arms like an elf, ran to her, made a face at her absent-mindedly, and suddenly raised his voice: "Second sister."
She tilted her head and looked at her: "Second sister, I didn't see you all day yesterday. I just saw you from afar when I was toasting. Mother didn't let me go to look for you, saying that you were busy and grandfather would blame you if he knew. Ah Xing missed you so much."
Jiang Zhaoli touched her raised hair lovingly, and her unhappiness just now was swept away with Ah Xing's arrival. She smiled and joked: "Really? I'm afraid it was your good sister who came to visit you yesterday, and you were so busy playing that you forgot about your second sister."
Jiang Yuxing pouted: "No, I'm not the eldest sister. I don't forget my younger sister when I have a brother-in-law. Yesterday, my eldest brother pulled me to talk to his sweetheart."
"By the way, second sister, I heard that cousin Wen slept with our servant yesterday. Is it true?" Jiang Yuxing blinked and came closer. Her eyes were as clear as water without a trace of impurities.
Jiang Zhaoli was startled and immediately covered her chattering lips with his hand. He put his soft hand in her lips and made a hushing sound. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was passing by.
She stared helplessly at Ah Xing's bright face and shook her head. Sooner or later, her third sister's mouth would cause trouble. She reached out and knocked on her forehead a few times, saying angrily, "Don't talk nonsense like that in the future. If your grandfather hears about it, he will definitely punish you again. What a mess you have in your head all day long, you little kid."
Jiang Yuxing covered his head in pain, pouted his lips and jumped a few steps away, muttering in a low voice as if in protest: "Everyone is saying so, I just want to confirm it."
Seeing Jiang Zhaoli frowning and wanting to scold her, Jiang Yuxing immediately waved her hand and skipped away with a smile: "Axing, I won't ask any more questions. Axing, I'm leaving first. I'm going to be late for school."
After she finished speaking, she disappeared in a flash. Jiang Zhaoli shook her head helplessly. Her third sister had been quirky since she was a child and had always been close to her. She treated her like her own sister.
As soon as I walked out of the courtyard, I saw my third uncle and third aunt rushing over. They were one in front and one behind, with my third uncle in front and my third aunt behind.
Third Aunt had to jog to barely keep up with his pace. Third Uncle was holding the bean soup he bought from Changming Street. Jiang Zhaoli was not surprised. She smiled and knelt down to greet him: "Li'er greets Third Uncle, Third Aunt."
Uncle San paused slightly and nodded at her as a response.
Third Aunt smiled at her and said, "Get up quickly, Li'er. We are all family, so don't be polite."
She seldom communicated with her third uncle, who was the child of her grandfather's friend. Her grandfather told her that the friend died while saving her grandfather, and her grandfather could not bear to see him wandering around, so he brought him back to the Jiang Mansion to raise him. But he was afraid of neglecting him, so he announced to the public that he was the third master of the Jiang Mansion. His food, clothing and other expenses were the same as those of his father and second uncle. The third uncle grew up with his father and second uncle, and went to school together. The three brothers had a very close relationship.
Since my father passed away, my second uncle got married and his relationship with my third uncle gradually became distant.
Uncle San seemed to like bean soup very much, and he would bring it home every now and then.
Jiang Zhaoli paused slightly, turned around again and looked, but the two people were no longer in the courtyard.
Jiang Zhaoli didn't think any more and hurried back to Wenmingcuiyuan. As soon as he arrived at the gate, he found a figure standing in the yard, staring at the door in a daze. He was tall and slender, with a half bun on his head, and the strap of a black mask could be vaguely seen behind his ear.
Who wears a mask in broad daylight?
Assassin?
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