Fang said, "Naisu will be of selection age in a few years, and by then both sisters will be in the palace so that they can be looked after."

Wu Huahou was slightly startled, and asked in surprise: "You want to send Nai Su to the palace?"

Fang nodded, not thinking there was anything wrong with it.

She said: "No matter how favored Qing'er is, her appearance will age and she will inevitably be disliked by the emperor. Letting Nai Su enter the palace is also to give Qing'er someone to rely on."

Fang softened her voice and advised, "With Qing'er here, Nai Su's entry into the palace is a sure thing. As long as Qing'er supports her, Nai Su won't have a hard life. What else do you have to worry about?"

Wu Huahou frowned and said, "But...if the news of both sisters entering the palace spreads, it will not be a good reputation."

Although there are cases in folk society where sisters marry the same man, it is usually the younger sister who becomes the second wife after the elder sister dies.

Now that Wu Qing is doing well in the palace, is Fang planning to send Nai Su in as well?

Fang thought he was overthinking and retorted disapprovingly: "What's the big deal? It's a great blessing to be able to enter the palace and serve the emperor! Others may gossip about it, but in private, they may be jealous to the point of going crazy."

"Think about it carefully. With Qing'er's personality, how many years can she be favored by the emperor? After Zida becomes an official in the court, will Qing'er still have a say in the emperor? I think it's not certain."

Hearing this, Wu Huahou was vaguely moved.

He cared most about Wu Zida's future. After Jing Fangshi mentioned this, he thought it was a good idea to let Nai Su enter the palace.

Wu Nai Su looks like Fang, and is already a beauty. After a few years, when her facial features develop, she will be more beautiful than Wu Qing to a great extent, and it will not be difficult for her to win the emperor's favor.

Thinking of this, Wu Huahou finally nodded, "Okay, it's decided."

The two were still immersed in their vision of a better life in the future when they heard hurried footsteps at the door.

Immediately afterwards, the doorman ran in in a panic, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

He gasped and shouted anxiously, "Master, Madam! Something big has happened!" Because he ran too fast, he accidentally tripped over the threshold when entering the house, and his forehead hit the ground heavily, and blood immediately oozed out.

Instead of caring about his injury, Fang frowned and scolded him, "How reckless! If you have something to say, don't you know to knock on the door first?"

"Madam, please forgive me! But...but..."

The doorman covered his forehead, blood seeping out from between his fingers, staining his face red. He answered with difficulty: "The house in Linshui Lane... was, was sealed."

“…Banned?! Who banned it?!” Fang suddenly raised her voice.

"Yes...it was sealed by the government. A dozen yamen officials stood in front of the door and posted several notes."

Fang stood up in disbelief, and said excitedly, "I went there this afternoon, and everything was arranged. I can move in tomorrow. How could it be sealed?"

The Wu family’s new house is located in Linshui Lane.

The house deed was given by the head of the Ministry of Revenue. In order to welcome the new life, Fang spent one thousand and two taels of silver to buy brand new furniture.

Everything was planned well and the family was going to move into their new home tomorrow. How could something go wrong at this critical moment?

"Who is so bold? Don't you know who the owner of the house is?" Fang paced anxiously.

"Have you ever asked what caused the house to be sealed? When will it be unsealed? What should be done with the things inside?"

Fang's sudden barrage of questions confused the concierge.

The concierge stammered: "Madam, I..."

Fang was extremely anxious and interrupted him impatiently: "What do you mean? Hey, I said it a long time ago that we should hire an educated person to do the job. If it weren't for the friendship we had in the past, I would have driven you all away a long time ago!"

The concierge turned pale and could not remember anything.

Wu Huahou patted her hands and comforted her, "Don't worry, let him finish what he is saying."

After receiving the master's instructions, the doorman finally breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Master, I don't know the specific situation. I just heard rumors from the neighbors that the original owner of this house was found to have embezzled and accepted bribes, and has now been imprisoned in the Dali Temple, and all his property will be confiscated."

"What does that have to do with us? He is from the Ministry of Revenue, and we are from the Censorate." Fang was puzzled.

Wu Huahou's face gradually became ugly as he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Fang was still mumbling, "When you go to the government office, just say that the house is ours. The title deed is in our hands. They have mistaken the owner."

The concierge responded blankly and turned to leave.

"You are not allowed to go!" Wu Huahou stopped him in a deep voice, and then said to Fang, "Stop making noise."

Fang was startled and looked at him half angry and half puzzled, "Master?"

"Something terrible has happened, don't you understand?"

Wu Huahou patiently explained: "Although the house deed is in our hands, we have not paid any money. If we ask the doorman to go to the government now, it will let the government find out. If they ask about the origin and price of the house, how should we answer?"

Fang woke up and realized the complexity of the matter.

But she was still unwilling to give up. "According to what you said, do we have to give up this house? We have bought a lot of new furniture in it. It was you who decorated Zida's study bit by bit."

Wu Huahou also felt a little pain.

He said in a firm voice, "This is the only way. We will stay out of the spotlight for the time being. We are not short of money now, and it will not be too late to buy another one in the future."

After hearing what he said, Fang calmed down a lot.

Yes, although there are quite a few losses at the moment, as long as they can get through this period, relying on Wu Qing’s momentum in the palace, they will soon have new money.

Wu Huahou told her: "Put away the account books, and also pack up the jewelry on your desk, put them in a box, and send them somewhere else. Sooner or later, the government will find out that we are the current owner of the house in Linshui Lane, so we must prepare in advance."

Fang nodded, "Don't worry, I have already properly preserved the things they sent, and I will never let anyone find them."

Wu Huahou was very pleased, "You have always taken good care of family affairs. I have never worried about you."

Fang smiled softly when she heard this.

The doorman covered his head with his hands. Seeing that the two men showed no reaction at all, he secretly spat in his heart and came up with other ideas.

…

Late at night, someone was knocking heavily on the Wu family's door.

Fang was the first one to be awakened because she had a light sleep.

She lay in bed and listened for a while, but found that the sound didn't get smaller at all, so she had to get up in dissatisfaction.

"The concierge is getting more and more unreasonable." Fang reluctantly lifted the quilt and scolded him while getting dressed, "Don't always tolerate him just because he has been with you for a long time. You have been calling outside the door for almost half a quarter of an hour. I'm afraid he has gone somewhere to be lazy, otherwise how could he not hear it?"

Wu Huahou was also annoyed by the noise at the door.

He first comforted Fang with a few words, then put on an outer robe and went out.

"Who is the distinguished guest visiting you so late at night? Is there anything urgent?" Wu Huahou asked through the door.

"Ha! After knocking for so long, someone finally came."

The person outside the door said with a hint of mockery, "Let your master open the door, you are in trouble!"