Chapter 1014 Taking it All for Himself
The old monk lay motionless on the table, his eyes closed and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The maid, Huang Ying, covered her mouth with her hand, afraid that she would cry out. She was in a state of panic and did not know what to do.
The two agreed that the old monk would divide the spoils after he received Sun Xiangxiang's money. They would split it 50/50 first, and then give half to the magpie after Huang Ying got her hands on the silver.
With just a few words, you can make dozens of taels of silver. Where else can you find such an easy business?
Once she had the money, Huang Ying planned to ask someone to redeem her from prostitution so she could marry an honest man and live a simple life.
Sun Xiangxiang has a terrible temper. She pretends to be aloof on the surface, but she says one thing to your face and another behind your back. She often beats and scolds her maids behind your back.
Huang Ying was a proud woman and naturally couldn't stand being slighted. She had secretly harbored resentment towards Sun Xiangxiang for a long time.
They were fine just a moment ago, why did the old monk die? Did he commit too many frauds and suffer divine retribution?
After a moment, Huang Ying calmed down. She looked at the gold and silver items on the tray on the table and gritted her teeth to make a decision.
The silver was something she and the magpie had painstakingly obtained; they couldn't just let it go like that.
With the old monk dead, who knows who will benefit from this silver? It would be better if it fell into her hands.
Thinking of this, Huang Ying carried a handful of silver coins from the courtyard, jumped through the window, came to the old monk, and checked his breath with her hand.
The person is dead, completely dead.
“Master, these gold and silver treasures are worldly possessions that we cannot take with us when we die. I gladly accept them and will burn paper money for you to pray for blessings every Ghost Festival.”
After Huang Ying finished speaking, worried that someone might come to the courtyard, she quickly found a bundle and rolled up the money. She couldn't take the bundle to Sun Xiangxiang, so she found a large, distinctive tree, dug a hole, and hid the bundle under the tree.
After doing all this, Huang Ying turned back.
Under the pine trees on the back hill, Sun Xiangxiang picked a wild chrysanthemum and was tearing off its petals in frustration, causing a few petals to fall to the ground, covering the ground in golden yellow.
"Once I marry General Qi, I will definitely marry Lin Yuesha to a stable boy. The more arrogant she is now, the more lowly she will be in the future."
After Sun Xiangxiang finished speaking, she put her hands on her hips and laughed heartily.
The maid, Magpie, stood not far away with her head down, a fierce glint in her eyes, her heart filled with disdain.
Lin Yuesha is the daughter of Lord Lin, a noble lady, and she has also learned etiquette in a girls' school. As for Sun Xiangxiang, what is she? The Sun family got rich because of Sun Baiwan, otherwise they would still be farming in the village.
Sun Xiangxiang considered herself superior and acted like a young lady, taking pleasure in abusing her maids. With this kind of temperament, General Qi would definitely not look at her unless he was blind or mentally challenged.
"Huang Ying, you've been in the outhouse for so long, you weren't secretly meeting a man, were you?"
Huang Ying's eyes flickered, alerting Sun Xiangxiang, who felt that the maid was hiding something from her.
“Miss, apart from the monks, there are hardly any men on this mountain. Most of them are female pilgrims. I have an upset stomach.”
Huang Ying felt nauseous, but she still had to explain with a smile on her face.
While Sun Xiangxiang was picking flowers, Huang Ying found the magpie. After realizing what had happened, she felt very scared.
"What's going on? The old monk is refusing to pay his debt, and you're starting a fight?"
The magpie, with its sharp eyes, spotted a small bloodstain on the hem of the oriole's dress and asked.
In fact, this distribution method is very unreasonable. The two of them have to take money from the old monk, and whether or not he gives it to them depends entirely on the old monk's conscience.
Moreover, this was a one-off deal, and there was no way to cheat a second time. If the old monk reneged on the debt, she and Huang Ying would have no choice but to accept their fate.
"You old codger, aren't you afraid of divine retribution for hoarding it all?"
The magpie cursed loudly, making all her efforts in vain.
She shouldn't have agreed to this in the first place; there were too many potential problems.
"Yes, the old monk has truly been punished by heaven."
Huang Ying beckoned, signaling her maid, Xi Que, to come closer and tell her what had just happened.
Currently, as one of the insiders, the magpie will definitely help cover it up; otherwise, the oriole would prefer to keep the silver for herself.
"Dead?"
The magpie looked horrified, patted its chest, and remained unsettled for a long time.
The old monk is such a good actor, could he be faking it?
"No, there's a large pool of blood on the ground."
Huang Ying was anxious. She didn't dare to look at him at the time. Once she was sure the old monk was dead, she quickly packed up the silver and ran away.
She didn't dare look back the whole way, and buried the package, so she figured no one would see it.
Besides, the money belonged to her young mistress, so it's understandable that she went to ask for it back.
“It’s not like we killed him. He’s just a victim of the evil deeds he committed before Buddha, and this is his retribution.”
The magpie took a deep breath and urged the oriole to calm down, after all, they hadn't done anything to the old monk's death, so there was no need to panic.
Otherwise, if Sun Xiangxiang finds out, it will cause another uproar.
"I just remembered that I should ask the master a question."
Sun Xiangxiang turned around and looked at the maids who were huddled together whispering, and said, "Why don't we go again?"
The master said that her destined husband was of noble birth, and though he was far away, he was right before her eyes. It must be Qi Heng, but he didn't say when she would be able to marry him.
Sun Xiangxiang belatedly realized what was happening and wanted to get to the bottom of it.
"Miss, you mustn't!"
Huang Ying's eyelids twitched. If she went to the courtyard at this time and found out that the old monk had died tragically, it would cause trouble again.
"It's noon now, Master must be taking a nap. Why don't we go there this afternoon?"
The magpie is smarter than the oriole; it uses a delaying tactic.
Once someone discovers the old monk's body, and the three of them arrive and learn of his passing, Sun Xiangxiang will only become more convinced of the so-called noble destiny.
Of course, she and Huang Ying split all the silver in half.
"Oh well."
Sun Xiangxiang thought it would be impolite to bother her at noon, so she decided to take her maid and stroll around Yutan Temple.
The three of them, master and servant, went to a platform in the back mountain and happened to meet Qi Heng, who was fetching spring water to make tea.
Sun Xiangxiang was overjoyed; she and General Qi were destined to be together.
"Young General Qi!"
Sun Xiangxiang excitedly went to greet her, smiling broadly, and said, "What a coincidence!"
"unfortunately."
Qi Heng retorted that he was really unlucky and had run into scoundrels several times.
Unless he explained things clearly, Miss Sun always thought he was an easy person to talk to.
"My wife loves the spring water at Yutan Temple the most."
Qi Heng, carrying a large bucket, explained, "The coincidence of meeting Miss Sun is still because of Yue Sha."
Sun Xiangxiang's complexion was not good. Why couldn't she drink any water? Why was Lin Yuesha so precious? A young general like her had to go to the mountains to fetch spring water. The mountain path was steep and wasted time.
"The young mistress is of the highest rank and most precious status."
Sun Xiangxiang spoke sarcastically, pondering what words could sow discord between the husband and wife.
Unexpectedly, Qi Heng agreed, saying, "Miss Sun is right. My wife is indeed precious. She has always been lucky. Of course, her greatest luck is marrying me. She will surely become the most noble woman in the world."
Qi Heng rarely said such things to people, but this was what he was thinking. No one could surpass Lin Yuesha, and this was what he, as her husband, should give her.
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