Chapter 140 Re-entering the Prime Minister's Residence
In Hu Si's mind, their parents were young and promising, with upright character, far superior to those纨绔 (playboys) in the capital.
Such a good adult must not go astray!
"My lord, if you are fond of Miss Qiu Liu, you should visit her from time to time, instead of having others stare at her."
Stalking and monitoring the young woman he likes—isn't that the act of a lecher?
Xue Han raised an eyebrow with restraint, his tone indifferent: "This is an order."
"My lord?" Hu Si was taken aback, unable to comprehend it. "That's Hong, no, that's Miss Qiu Liu! If Miss Qiu Liu finds out you've sent someone to watch her, then—"
"Then what?" Xue Han asked, frowning.
"Then you're finished!" Hu Si said, exasperated.
Of all the ways to win a young lady's heart, why did you choose the most unseemly one? Have you been a bachelor for so long that you've gone crazy?
"Hu Si".
"Your humble servant is here."
"Remember your duty. Or do you want a different boss?"
Hu Si was startled and dared not say any more: "This subordinate understands."
"Go down."
Hu Si stole a glance at the cold-faced boy, then retreated and shook his head.
The adults will definitely regret it!
Xue Han sat quietly for a while, then picked up the handkerchief from the pile of wet clothes he had brought back.
The blood-stained handkerchief was carefully washed, but it could never be as white as before. A gentle sniff revealed the mingled scent of lake water and blood.
Regardless of how Ah Heng would view him if he were to turn a blind eye after discovering that Ah Heng was suspected of being a spy, then he would not be Xue Han.
The boy, clutching a handkerchief, lay back on the low couch, looked at Cheng Chen, and sighed softly.
When Qiu Heng returned to Lengxiang Residence, she startled Fangzhou.
"Girl, you look terrible."
"Is that so?" Qiu Heng raised her hand and gently touched her cheek, only to find her hand was cold.
“The girl’s hair is wet, I’ll go get a towel.”
"Fetch me a bucket of water, I'll just take a shower."
Behind the screen, Qiuheng sat in the bathtub, letting out a low moan.
After the excruciating pain subsided, the numbness was reawakened by the hot water, and her whole body ached with a fine, dense pain, like being pricked by needles. Fortunately, the pain was bearable, and it actually made her feel like she had truly come back to life.
"Girl, are you injured?" Fangzhou asked in a trembling voice.
"No."
"Still saying you didn't!" Fangzhou put down the handkerchief, soap, and other items, grabbed Qiuheng's hand, and said, "Look, miss!"
Qiu Heng lowered her eyes and saw that her arm was covered with spiderweb-like bloodstains.
"Are these wounds? How come there are so many?" Fangzhou tentatively reached out to touch them, but then withdrew her fingers, her voice choked with emotion, "Miss, does it hurt a lot?"
"It doesn't hurt much." Seeing Fangzhou on the verge of tears, Qiuheng smiled and said, "It really doesn't hurt much."
The worst pain is over.
Fangzhou sniffed, his tone serious: "Girl, I've never asked you what happened during those ten days you were missing. But now I want to ask, are your changes and these injuries related to that disappearance?"
Qiu Heng was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes. But don't worry, these injuries are temporary, they're not life-threatening, they'll just be a little uncomfortable."
"real?"
"real."
That night, Qiuheng slept soundly, but Fangzhou tossed and turned like a pancake, unable to fall asleep.
She felt the girl was lying to her.
Even if she thought that way, there was nothing she could do for the girl; all she could do was cook.
What should she do if something really happens to the girl?
As soon as it was light, Qiuheng woke up.
The bright morning light streamed in through the open window, sweeping away the darkness of the night.
Qiu Heng rolled up her sleeves, revealing that her arms had regained their fair complexion, as if the crisscrossing bloodstains from yesterday had never existed.
"The young lady is awake." Fangzhou walked in, sporting dark circles under her eyes.
Qiu Heng held up her arm to show her: "I didn't lie to you, did I? It's all better now."
Fangzhou grabbed Qiuheng's arm and looked at it again and again: "It's really gone."
But she hadn't truly let go.
The girl's injuries appeared strangely and disappeared quickly; nothing seemed right.
Could it be poisoning?
Fangzhou's heart skipped a beat when this thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"I told you not to worry." Qiu Heng smiled and pinched Fangzhou's cheek. "Hurry up and get ready, we're going to the Prime Minister's residence."
Seeing Qiu Heng's bright smile, Fang Zhou swallowed back the question he wanted to ask.
Instead of asking questions that would put the girl in a difficult position, it's better to focus on your own tasks.
Anyway, she'll always be with the girl, no matter what.
"Okay, I'll go get ready now."
After getting ready, the two took a carriage to the Prime Minister's residence.
This time, Granny Su waited directly at the second gate.
"Sixth Miss Qiu has arrived early," Granny Su greeted her, glancing at Fangzhou. "Sixth Miss Qiu's maid doesn't look too well."
That lowly maidservant is a curse.
"Hearing that she was going to make pastries for your Madam, she was so nervous that she barely slept all night."
“Our lady is kind and gentle, there’s no need to be so nervous,” said Granny Su, a slight smile playing on her lips.
The way Miss Qiu speaks is actually quite pleasant; I really don't know how she managed to raise such an arrogant maid.
The moment Su Mama saw Fangzhou's face, she wished she could get rid of her as soon as possible, but she still needed this lowly maid to make snacks, so she had no choice but to endure it.
"Sixth Miss Qiu, please come with me."
Granny Su led the two to the kitchen outside Madam Yang's courtyard: "The ingredients have been prepared according to the list that Miss Qiu Liu sent yesterday. The helpers are all here. Is her name Fangzhou? We can make the rice dumplings now."
Fangzhou glanced at Qiuheng.
"Go ahead, I'll stay in this courtyard."
"Aren't you going in, Miss Qiu?"
Qiu Heng smiled and asked, "Do I also need to go into your esteemed kitchen?"
Granny Su moved her lips, but ultimately couldn't force a noble lady from the Earl's mansion to go into the kitchen: "Then please wait here for a moment, Miss Qiu, while I go in and take a look."
She had to personally oversee the preparation of the snacks for the third young master in order to report back to the first wife.
After Qiu Heng and Su Mama went into the kitchen, they strolled around in the courtyard.
It's unlikely that Fang Xiang's letters and account books are here, but it wouldn't hurt to get to know the Prime Minister's residence better.
"Sixth Miss Qiu?"
Qiu Heng turned around and nodded in greeting: "Miss Fang".
Fang Rui looked at her suspiciously: "What are you doing in my mother's yard?"
"I was invited by Granny Su."
"Granny Su invited you?" Fang Rui found it amusing. "Where is Granny Su?"
"In the kitchen."
Fang Rui glanced towards the kitchen and instructed the maid, "Go and check. If Granny Su is inside, ask her to come out."
The maid obeyed and left, soon returning with Granny Su.
"girl."
Fang Rui looked at the curtsy-clasped Su Mama and asked in confusion, "Sixth Miss Qiu applied the medicine for you, why is she applying it to Mother's side now?"
"Yesterday, Miss Qiu Liu sent some homemade pastries. Madam enjoyed them and asked Miss Qiu Liu to bring her over to make some more."
"What kind of pastries can't the Prime Minister's mansion have?" Fang Rui found it hard to believe.
My mother wasn't a glutton, so why would she call over someone else's cook just to have a snack?
This is so strange, she'll have to ask her mother.
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