Chapter 135 Pink Corner
Qiu Heng returned to Lengxiang Residence and removed her mask.
"Miss, have some water." Fangzhou, who had been fidgeting, finally felt relieved when Qiuheng arrived.
Qiu Heng took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp, her breathing slightly disordered: "I'll take a shower first."
"The water is ready."
Qiu Heng tidied her sweat-dampened hair, undressed, and walked towards the waist-high bathtub.
As Fangzhou prepared towels and other items, he exclaimed softly, "Girl, your ankle—"
Qiu Heng looked down at her right ankle, which was throbbing slightly.
Her ankles were slender, her skin like jade, and several finger marks stood out clearly.
Qiu Heng gave a slight smile.
Xue Han really went all out; no wonder it hurt so much back then. Luckily, she was able to endure it.
"It's nothing, I just got scratched."
"Are they guards from the Prime Minister's residence?" Fangzhou's face turned pale.
What the girl was about to do was indeed very dangerous.
"The Prime Minister's residence—" Qiu Heng drawled, then sighed softly, "There are indeed many guards."
They even arranged for secret guards to patrol and stake out the area throughout the night, blocking her path to sneak into the Prime Minister's residence at night.
It seems the only way to get those letters and account books is to go to the Prime Minister's residence openly and honestly.
Qiu Heng rubbed her temples, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Fangzhou, did Granny Su meet you before?"
"I've met her before." Fangzhou was clever and understood the implied meaning. "Is the young lady worried that Granny Su will recognize me?"
Qiu Heng did indeed have such concerns.
She wanted to eliminate Fang Xiang, but she also wanted to protect her and Fang Zhou's safety.
Fangzhou waved her hand: "Don't worry, young lady, she won't recognize me. Back then, Granny Su looked down on me and would only glance at my grandfather as if it were charity. She never looked at me properly. In her memory, she only remembers me as a chubby girl. Besides, I look so different now that I've lost weight, and so many years have passed. Even people who know me well wouldn't recognize me."
Fangzhou was able to recognize Granny Su at a glance because five or six years is not a big change for a middle-aged person, but a girl in her teens growing into a beautiful young woman is a big change, especially since she has gone from a chubby girl to a slender young woman.
Hearing Fangzhou say this, Qiuheng continued to ask, "Do you still remember the snacks that Young Master Fang likes to eat?"
"Of course I remember." Fangzhou's hatred surged as she recalled that past event. "Granny Su said that her young master had no appetite and wanted to eat some savory snacks to whet his appetite, and Grandfather recommended rice noodle rolls..."
The thin, almost transparent rice noodle skin wraps a meat filling with finely chopped water chestnuts and fresh mushrooms. Dipped in a secret sour sauce, it's fresh, fragrant, delicious, and refreshing.
Her grandfather's rice noodle rolls were exceptional; they were her favorite food, and she had diligently learned how to make them from him. However, she had never made them since joining the Chen family.
The rice noodle rolls she loved to eat were a source of her sadness.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll make you some tomorrow." Fangzhou scooped up a ladle of water and gently poured it on Qiuheng's shoulder.
What did the actress do wrong? The ones who are wrong are the wicked people who bully others by taking advantage of their power.
The girl said that they would work together to eliminate those people themselves.
"How do the rice noodle rolls made by Fangzhou compare to those that Young Master Fang ate back then?"
Without hesitation, Fangzhou replied, "Of course, it can't compare to what my grandfather made."
Qiu Heng looked up at Fang Zhou: "Regarding the arrangements afterward, I would like to know a concrete evaluation."
Fangzhou paused for a moment, then said in silence, "It should have about 80% of my grandfather's taste."
The seasoning of the rice noodle rolls is crucial, and she has a great talent for it, which her grandfather has praised her for more than once.
"Make more rice dumplings tomorrow, and I'll bring some for Granny Su to try."
Fangzhou's eyes widened slightly: "Are you going to poison me? A slow-acting poison or something?"
Qiu Heng smiled gently: "No, it's just to let Granny Su taste the delicious rice dumplings, so Fangzhou has to make them extra delicious."
"Okay, I'll do some practice first thing tomorrow morning."
Qiu Heng didn't sleep well that night; despite applying medicine to her ankle, the pain persisted.
She cursed Xue Han, her nemesis, several times in her mind before finally drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Fangzhou brought the freshly steamed rice dumplings to Qiuheng.
Looking at the dark circles under Fangzhou's eyes, Qiuheng felt a pang of heartache: "No matter how urgent the situation, there's no need to stay up all night."
"The rice noodle skin needs to be prepared in advance, it's not something we make every day, just this once." Fangzhou picked up a rice noodle, dipped it in the sauce, and said, "Girl, try it."
Qiu Heng took a bite, her eyes lighting up: "Delicious!"
Fangzhou's eyes crinkled into crescents as she smiled: "It's been so long since I've made this, I'm a little rusty. But I can make it even tastier."
"Then come find me this afternoon with the rice noodle rolls you've made..." Qiu Heng gave her instructions and went out.
The driver was still Uncle Zhang, the same driver who had driven Fangzhou and her maid Qingluo, who had disguised herself as Qiuheng, to pick up Qiuheng outside the city.
Uncle Zhang was not the only coachman in the Bo family, but he was the oldest, the slowest to react, and the quietest, which made him a favorite of Qiu Heng.
"Uncle Zhang, let's change direction and head to Lingwei Temple."
"Sixth Miss isn't going to the Prime Minister's residence?"
"Go to Lingwei Temple first, then go to the Prime Minister's residence."
"Alright," Zhang Bo replied, controlling the reins to change direction.
Today is the day that the Venerable Miaoqing of Lingwei Temple is presiding over the Dharma assembly, and she must go and take a look.
There were many carriages and pilgrims on the way to Lingwei Temple.
Qiu Heng had Zhang Bo stop the carriage early, put on a veil, and headed to the temple.
The temple gates were wide open, and the sound of chanting filled the air. Qiu Heng mingled among the many worshippers and followed the flow of people to the altar.
The Taoist priest, dressed in his ceremonial robes, was chanting incantations and hand gestures, drawing everyone's attention.
Qiu Heng was disappointed at first glance.
The Taoist priest who presided over the ceremony looked to be in his sixties. In terms of age, he could be considered similar to Mr. [Name], but his appearance and figure were not familiar at all.
When she met her husband, he was already a hundred years old. Over the next ten years, she watched him grow older and older, until his eyelids drooped, making her forget what his eyes should have looked like.
But for Qiuheng, seeing someone who looks remarkably like her husband, even if she can't be sure if it's him or not, she can immediately tell.
"Is the Taoist priest presiding over the ceremony at the altar Master Miaoqing?" Qiuheng asked the person next to her in a low voice, just in case.
The man glanced at Qiu Heng with surprise, his voice tinged with displeasure: "You little lady, you've come to Master Miaoqing's blessing ceremony. Who else could be presiding over the ceremony but the Master herself?"
Qiu Heng silently withdrew, and noticing someone approaching, she glanced at them and took the initiative to greet them: "Lord Xue."
Xue Han walked up to Qiu Heng and asked, "Sixth Miss Qiu, is the person you're looking for, Master Miaoqing?"
"Hmm." Qiu Heng took off her veil and held it in her hand. "Where is Lord Xue?"
“There are quite a few people attending this kind of ceremony; the Imperial City Guard needs to be on their guard.” Xue Han looked at the girl whose eyes showed signs of weariness. “Didn’t Miss Qiu get enough rest?”
Upon hearing this, Qiu Heng gave Xue Han a deep look.
Despite being busy both day and night, he looks bright-eyed and full of energy.
"I haven't been getting enough rest. Has Lord Xue been busy lately?"
"not busy."
Qiu Heng's lips twitched slightly, her tone unchanged: "It's good that you're not busy."
"If Miss Qiu Liu has some free time, I'll take you somewhere."
"I have something to do this afternoon."
"There's still time. Let's talk about Consort Yu."
"Okay," Qiu Heng agreed.
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