Chapter 125 Recognize
Xuan Yao hesitated. She only wanted to teach Xiao Qi's sister a lesson, but she never thought of taking her life.
"Miss, you are still too kind-hearted."
The maid Xiaoqian urged, "If the Xiao family hadn't been spreading rumors everywhere, would outsiders have known about your elopement?"
Thankfully, the Ho family didn't mind and the wedding date went ahead as planned. They even took the initiative to publicly declare that there was no such thing. Otherwise, it would have affected their reputation, and they would have been drowned in spittle.
"The Xiao family has never considered your needs!"
Xiaoqian explained her reasoning, and Xuanyao thought it made sense, but since it was her first time doing it, she was afraid of being discovered.
"No, we'll just find a pilgrim to deliver a message to Scholar Xiao's sister in a corner of the room. She'll fall in by herself, and it won't be our problem."
Xiaoqian pursed her lips. She had only set a trap. She took the white cloth away, and Luoxue went to the well. Everything happened quietly.
Even if the government officials come to investigate, they won't find anything.
"Moreover, I received news that the Prince of Zhenbei will come to Yutan Temple to offer incense this afternoon. The temple will be closed off, so even if there is a murder, the monks will not be able to spread the word and invite bad luck for nothing."
After Xiaoqian finished speaking, she looked at her young mistress. Whether or not she dared to pull off this was up to her mistress; she couldn't think of a better idea anyway.
"Okay, that's settled then, but you'd better keep your hands clean."
Xuan Yao was tempted. Indeed, if she caused trouble, at most she would slap Xiao Qi's sister, which would be of no consequence to Xiao Qi. Why should her reputation be ruined while he remained uninvolved?
Xiao Qi will be devastated if his sister dies.
Seeing that he was not doing well, Xuan Yao felt relieved.
After the master and servant finished their discussion, they gave Lin Yuesha a sinister look and quietly left.
Lin Yuesha was kowtowing to Buddha when she felt a chilling wind blowing around her. She turned around but didn't see anyone strange.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Baozhu helped Lin Yuesha up and asked carefully.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
Someone was watching her from the shadows, but when she turned around, she couldn't find anyone. Just moments ago, that gaze had vanished.
"Perhaps you're worrying too much."
Jiang Baozhu said guiltily, "It's all my fault. I insisted on asking you to come and offer incense on the fifteenth, which caused this unexpected trouble."
"Sister Baozhu, how can this be your fault!"
Even if Jiang Baozhu hadn't mentioned offering incense, Lin Yuesha would have still made arrangements. It just shows that she was unlucky, as the Prince of Zhenbei happened to be visiting the temple.
Lin Yuesha comforted herself, thinking that with so many flower buds, that lecherous man might not even notice her.
"Let's be careful."
Jiang Baozhu shook her head. In her previous life, she had heard that the Prince of Zhenbei was exceptionally talented in that area and would seek out young girls to accompany him almost every night, sometimes one girl, sometimes several.
With such frequent occurrences, it's always good to be cautious. If you're careless, you could fall into an abyss of no return.
"Sister Baozhu, you still can't forgive Master Jiang?"
With Zhang Qing'er absent, Lin Yuesha asked, "What's done is done, it can't stay indefinitely..."
"I've just become more aware of my own position, and so has my mother."
Through the story of the flower maid magpie staging an accident, Jiang Baozhu came to a realization: her father loved her, but that didn't mean he didn't want to continue the family line.
Her mother said that she was dying and that after she was buried, she would support Jiang Huai in remarrying so that the Jiang family could have an heir.
“My mother is worried about me now, and she is concerned about my marriage. She is afraid that I will entrust my marriage to the wrong person.”
When Jiang Baozhu brought up marriage, she showed no girlish shyness; on the contrary, she was very calm.
Her mother had already saved up a dowry for her, which was converted into land and shops. The land brought in income every year, and the shops were rented out. Her father, Jiang Huai, was unaware of this.
If Madam Xu were to take this money, it would leave Jiang Baozhu a way out.
"I think I'm going to marry Zhang Jing; he's willing to marry me."
Jiang Baozhu also felt that marrying Zhang Jing was a good choice. Zhang Jing had no parents, was expelled from the clan, and had a cousin, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that he was upright.
Anyway, all men are pretty much the same. Even if one's own father is deeply devoted to one's mother, he will still be stubborn on the issue of having offspring.
Jiang Baozhu was initially disappointed, but now she has come to terms with it. Perhaps this is human nature. Don't be too demanding of others. By doing so, you can forgive others and forgive yourself.
She dared to say that the actions of other families were not as good as her father's.
"It's good that you've come to your senses, but do you really want to marry Scholar Zhang?"
Mentioning that scholar who arbitrarily inflated prices, Lin Yuesha's lips twitched. He was too frail to carry anything, let alone lift anything heavy.
"Haha, do you expect me to find a village man to farm?"
Jiang Baozhu was amused. In Daqi, the ideal man is a scholarly and elegant gentleman. Men who are tall and burly are considered ugly and do not need to do much physical labor, such as driving carts or pulling millstones.
"Ahem, this..."
Lin Yuesha blinked. She just liked big, burly men; they made her feel safe. In her eyes, Zhang Shusheng was just a weakling.
After chatting for a few minutes, Zhang Qing'er arrived with Qian Lü.
"These are amulets I obtained from Master Liaoran. I specially got one for each of you."
Master Liaoran, the abbot of Yutan Temple, rarely showed his face. It was only because the Zhang family frequently came to add incense and donate money that Zhang Qing'er had the opportunity to meet Master Liaoran.
"Sister Qing'er, thank you!"
Lin Yuesha happily accepted it, and Jiang Baozhu thanked her in return.
The amulets made by Master Liaoran himself are exceptionally effective and highly sought after by worshippers.
The two carefully placed the amulet in their pouches, and the group returned to their room.
Not long after they entered the room, a little girl of about five or six years old stood at the door, holding a red bean cake in her hand. As she ate, she asked, "Excuse me, is Miss Xiao here?"
Judging from her clothes, the little girl must be from a family staying at the back of Yutan Temple. Her big eyes blinked, and she looked innocent.
Miss Xiao?
Jiang Baozhu looked at Lin Yuesha, then asked the young girl with a smile, "Are you looking for Miss Xiao?"
"It wasn't me, it was a young lady who wanted to talk to Miss Xiao, right there in the small shed outside the room."
The little girl finished speaking and, without waiting for a reply, ran off happily.
"Nobody here has the surname Xiao. You must have come to the wrong place."
Zhang Qing'er exchanged glances with the two of them and asked in confusion.
"You've come to the right place, you're looking for me."
Lin Yuesha found it amusing that only Xuan Yao and her maid Xiaoqian didn't even know their own surnames.
Sure enough, a single sentence revealed who was looking for her.
Xiao Qi is her stepbrother, and her surname is Lin, not Miss Xiao.
"Is it that Miss Xuan again?"
Zhang Qing'er frowned, her impression of Xuan Yao was very bad. If she had something to say, she should have brought people to her door. What did she mean by inviting her out? It was very impolite and also seemed domineering.
Moreover, it was Xuan Yao herself who lacked self-restraint, yet she shifted the blame onto others. Zhang Qing'er had never seen such a shameless woman.
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