Chapter 3 The master's farmhand carried away the concubine brought for good luck.
Now that the original owner had a brain, she certainly wouldn't say the latter: "I'm worried about you, Song Niang, I..."
Stuttering and unable to utter a single word, the original owner was always at a disadvantage in front of Aunt Song.
"What did you call me? Song Niang?" Aunt Song suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled, her charming appearance leaving the original owner stunned.
Aunt Song was extremely beautiful, with a beauty that was almost aggressive.
Many people in the manor are saying that Consort Song is a fox spirit reincarnated, like a seductive enchantress. This is what the lady said when Consort Song paid her respects to her.
They even made Aunt Song kneel in the courtyard for a long time as punishment.
"Don't call me Aunt Song anymore. I don't like the title 'Aunt Song' either."
Aunt Song leaned close to the original owner's ear and said, "My name is Song Jiao."
Their relationship changed, and Song Jiao's maid lived in constant fear to keep their secret.
The original owner knew that he could be doomed if he wasn't careful, but he couldn't control himself.
He felt that Song Jiao was an enchantress, every glance and smile of hers was alluring.
But their relationship was something that couldn't be made public.
Eventually, the truth came out.
The eldest son heard that the new concubine his father had taken in was incredibly beautiful, so he came to see for himself. But when he barged in, he was stunned.
Song Jiao was disgusted and wanted to kick him out, but after the young master teased her a few times, he discovered that there were men's clothes in her room.
She saw that the original owner's clothes were torn and helped him sew them up, but unexpectedly, someone who suddenly barged in saw it.
The young master used this to blackmail her into submitting to him, or he would expose the matter to his father.
Song Jiao gritted her teeth and picked up the scissors. Seeing her like this, the young master planned to use a bow and arrow. The maid heard the noise and came in. She was beaten to death for protecting her master.
At this moment, Song Jiao looked out the window in despair, and her eyes met those of the original owner of the body.
She looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would come in and take her away.
But she was disappointed; the figure outside the window flashed by quickly.
She tilted her head and closed her eyes tightly, but when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with ruthlessness.
She bit off the man's ear as if in a fit of rage, her mouth full of blood.
But the next second she was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.
The original owner knew he had wronged Song Jiao, but he dared not go in. He already had a grudge against the young master, and if the young master found out that he was the adulterer, he would definitely be dead.
He hid in the house and didn't go to do any work.
He overheard other servants saying that something had happened in Consort Song's courtyard, and that the maid was still lying in the room with no one to collect her body.
Concubine Song was beaten to death right there in the Madam's courtyard.
Although the servants were forbidden to gossip, everyone knew that Consort Song had cheated on her husband. She had miscarried when she was being beaten with sticks, and one of the servants was so frightened by her appearance that he fainted, saying that she was covered in blood.
But even after being beaten so badly, she still didn't reveal who her lover was.
The master was so angry that he almost lost his mind, and the mistress kept calling him a wicked child.
Finally, he was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave.
When the original owner heard that Song Niang was pregnant, he bit his thumb and remained silent.
His face turned red.
Actually, he has recently been sorting out his savings and even found a dog hole in the abandoned courtyard of the Jia family mansion.
He planned to take Song Niang away, find a small village where no one knew them, and live a life of farming and weaving.
But he really didn't dare to go in.
He was afraid of the eldest young master.
Song Niang and her child are both gone.
The servants in Aunt Song's courtyard were reassigned.
When the young master's servant came to select people, he recognized him and dragged him out. After informing the young master, the servant waved his hand and casually said, "Just kill him."
When the original owner was enduring excruciating pain, she thought about how such a delicate person could have endured such pain.
If he had gone in and taken a gamble back then, would the two of them have had a chance to survive?
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After raking the land, Ji Huaizhi wiped his sweat and went back. When no one was looking, he cheated by filling the water tank with water.
Upon returning, a servant who had a good relationship with the original owner stepped forward and said, "Ji Huaizhi, the pear blossom has climbed to a higher branch."
"She's now in the young master's room."
Xi Shun looked at him with sympathy.
He knew about Lihua and Ji Huaizhi's relationship, and he shared the same wish as Ji Huaizhi.
He just felt that he should focus on his work for now and think about finding a wife later.
"When did this happen?" Ji Huaizhi's voice was somewhat deep.
“I’ve inquired about it for you. It happened yesterday. She didn’t go home to rest yesterday, and the next day some old women said that Pear Blossom had climbed up the social ladder.”
Xi Shun patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, telling him to think positively:
"Don't be foolish. How can we servants possibly compete with our masters?"
Then he leaned closer and said, "And I heard before that the young master is eccentric, and the servants who used to work in the young master's room have disappeared."
Ji Huaizhi's expression was indifferent, somewhat different from usual.
Xi Shun assumed he was just upset.
"Since she has secured a better job, it proves that we are not meant to be. Let's not bring this up again."
Hearing this, Xi Shun was pleased: "You're right to think that way. I was really afraid you'd be stupid enough to go and tell the young master."
"No, I'm going to get married after my three-year term is up."
Ji Huaizhi patted him on the shoulder.
Getting ready to eat.
Xi Shun's shoulders slumped, his expression cracking: "You idiot, how come you're so strong?"
Xi Shun was the one who delivered steamed buns to Ji Huaizhi when he was locked in the woodshed. He was quite clever. Knowing that the masters of the Jia family were difficult to get along with, he dutifully did his work and didn't try to be clever.
He should have made it out of the mansion safely in the end.
In addition to income from land and estates, the Jia family also engaged in some commercial activities.
They could be described as extremely wealthy.
They were quite generous to their servants, and not stingy with their food, clothing, and daily necessities. However, despite this, there were still risks in the Jia family, such as those serving the ladies, masters, young masters, and young ladies.
You can earn more, but the risks are also greater.
Ji Huaizhi, who usually eats the most, was the first to leave the table this time.
Xi Shun simply thought she was too sad to eat.
In reality, Ji Huaizhi was waiting for Song Jiao to enter through the side door.
As the sedan chair was carried through the door, a gust of wind blew up the curtain, revealing a beautiful woman dressed in a light red dress.
Upon seeing that face, Ji Huaizhi was stunned for a moment.
She truly possesses stunning beauty.
Without the scene of Pear Blossom, he wouldn't have been able to strike up a conversation with Song Jiao.
He's now a long-term laborer in the Jia household, a menial servant. Talking to the master's concubine clearly indicates he has ill intentions.
He stretched out his palm, and Xuanfeng suddenly stood in his hand, shaking its head and instantly understanding its master's meaning.
It flapped its wings and circled above the sedan chair once, then took the opportunity to fly inside the curtain.
Song Jiao was startled by the bird that suddenly flew in. After she cried out, the sedan chair shook violently, and the sedan bearers barely managed to keep it steady.
"What's wrong with Auntie?" the old woman outside asked.
Song Jiao held the handkerchief to her chest, and after seeing the little yellow bird blink, she said, "It's alright, let's keep going."
Only after hearing that everything was alright did the sedan chair carriers continue on their way.
Song Jiao chuckled from inside the sedan chair: "What's wrong with you, you bird? You flew into my cage."
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