Upon hearing this, Changlin choked on his own saliva, his handsome face turning slightly red. He glanced at the three taels of silver in his hand. The dishes ordered from Wangchunlou only cost two taels and eight mace, but the old lady gave him three taels directly, saying that he didn't need to keep the change and to get another pot of wine for the Marquis.
This sounds somewhat ironic.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said, "Thank you very much, Madam. I'll take my leave now."
Upon returning to Qingxing Garden, Changlin went directly to his study.
In his study, Xie Jingrun was processing official documents from the Zhenfu Division.
"Master, I have given the bill to the old lady, and she gave me three taels of silver."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun glanced at him and said, "She's quite straightforward." He paused, then added, "She didn't say anything?"
Changlin swallowed hard, unsure whether he should speak.
Xie Jingrun said in a deep voice, "Speak!"
Chang Lin shuddered, placed the three taels of silver in his hand on the desk, and then mustered up his courage to say Rong Qingqing's original words, "The dishes I ordered only cost two taels and eight taels, but the old lady gave me three taels and said I didn't need to keep the change. She said she would use the remaining money to buy you another pot of wine."
Xie Jingrun narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the three taels of silver on the table.
Given that woman's greedy nature, the fact that she was willing to take out three taels of silver shows that she was extremely angry and threw out three taels of silver to mock him.
Is she trying to fob me off like this?
"Use the remaining money to buy a jug of the strongest liquor and send it to Qin Fang Garden. Tell her it's my treat. And make sure she doesn't leave a single drop."
Changlin wiped his sweat. "I'll go right away."
Qinfangyuan.
Rong Qingqing had just finished bathing and was sitting by the window drying her hair when Xingchun came in. "Madam, the head of the Changlin Guards is here. Please come out for a moment."
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing frowned. Chang Lin had returned. Could it be that Xie Jingrun had been provoked by her and was going to mess with her again?
She should have realized that, given Xie Jingrun's vengeful and ruthless nature, he would never let her off the hook after she mocked him like that!
If only she hadn't acted impulsively.
"Madam?" Xingchun asked, noticing that she had been silent for quite some time.
"I understand." Rong Qingqing snapped out of her reverie, put on a cloak, and went outside.
Changlin was holding a pot of wine and standing in the courtyard. When he saw Rong Qingqing come out, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Madam."
Rong Qingqing glanced at the wine pot in his hand and asked calmly, "I wonder if there's anything you need for the Chief of the Changlin Guard to come over so late?"
Changlin coughed lightly and said, "The Marquis is grateful for everything the old lady has done for the manor during this time. She has worked so hard, so he specially sent his subordinate to buy a pot of wine to present to the old lady."
Rong Qingqing sneered inwardly. If Xie Jingrun, that brat, were that good, the sun would rise in the west.
These words must have been added by Changlin himself.
Xie Jingrun's sudden invitation to drink was definitely not well-intentioned. He must be retaliating for the three taels of silver she gave him. Just because she said that she would use the remaining money to buy him a pot of wine, his revenge came so quickly.
As if anyone can't drink!
She took the wine pot from Changlin's hand.
Changlin immediately handed over the wine glass.
Rong Qingqing glanced at him, didn't take it, and asked, "Is there any poison in the wine?"
Changlin broke out in a cold sweat, but said seriously, "How could that be? Madam is overthinking it."
"Oh." Rong Qingqing was a little suspicious, but thinking that if Xie Jingrun wanted to kill her, why go through all this trouble? He could just stab her and that would be enough. There was no need to poison her wine and use such a roundabout method.
With that thought in mind, she felt relieved and drank directly from the spout of the pot.
She was a little thirsty.
Changlin: "..."
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