Chapter 42
When Jian Xinyi returned, she couldn't help but take a few deep breaths when she thought of the embarrassing incident just now.
It's so scary.
She hurried back to the bookstore.
As soon as he got back, Lao Lin was waiting at home, "You are finally back."
Jian Xinyi looked puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Old Lin pointed to the empty space on the bookshelf and said half-complainingly, "You've been busy these past few days. All the books at home have been sold, and I haven't had time to talk to you."
Jian Xinyi took a glance and nodded: "I understand. I'll go back to the bedroom to get a new draft and print it for you."
Old Lin was still a little worried. "That person bought several copies at once. Aren't you afraid that the nephew of that wealthy man copied them?"
"If they want to copy us, even if we sue them, it will only help for a while. It's better to write our own work, come up with some new ideas, and make them lose everything."
Jian Xinyi smiled and touched Lao Lin's shoulder, "Okay, I know who bought it."
"We're going to be rich soon."
"Whether you are rich or not, just don't have another nephew."
Old Lin chuckled, put the copper coin jar under the stage, and went out to print the book.
Jian Xinyi went back to her bedroom and fell asleep. It was really busy at the end of the year.
After waking up and washing up, Jian Xinyi was about to go out, but when she turned a corner, she saw a lot of newly printed books on the shelves.
I guess Lao Lin went to print it last night.
She picked up five books at random, not daring to take too many as she had to go to the Dali Temple to continue working.
The result was the same as yesterday. As soon as I arrived at the Dali Temple, I went to the Qi Mansion again. Qi Sijian and Mu Zhubu had another verbal battle, and neither of them gave in.
Jian Xinyi was so bored that she kept yawning. She slipped into Miss Qi's bedroom and brought her the five books. "This time I've finished the drawings. I'll give them to you."
"It's finished." Miss Qi was ecstatic. She took the books and quickly flipped through them. "It really is."
"I'll charge you two cents for the completion, ten cents in total, seven for me and three for you."
Jian Xinyi took the five cents from Miss Qi with anticipation and shook it carefully.
Miss Qi smiled brightly and pushed the woman behind her out. "Miss Lin, I don't go out of the mansion on weekdays. Only Miss Yan goes out to buy things. If you see her, you will know that someone from the Qi family has come."
Aunt Yan smiled even more brightly. "The other day I saw the young lady hawking this book on the street, and I thought it was interesting, so I bought it for her to try out. I didn't expect that she actually liked it."
Before she finished her words, a little girl came out and interrupted Yan Gu.
"That's because the master insisted that the young lady study and meditate every day, and also asked her to..."
The girl seemed to realize that she had spoken too much and stopped talking.
The bedroom, which was originally filled with laughter, suddenly became silent.
"What's wrong?"
Jian Xinyi asked.
Miss Qi frowned and put down the tea bowl in her hand. There was a very clear sound when the bowl collided with the other bowl.
"Let me tell you. Cousin Mu also knows about this." Miss Qi turned around and motioned for the others to leave. "My father had a crush on the second son of the Lin family, who is now the Imperial College's Dean of Ceremonies, and proposed to me. I found an excuse to refuse, and he told me to calm down and cultivate my character so that I can marry him as soon as possible."
After hearing this, Jian Xinyi recalled what Mu Zhubu had told her, and naturally knew that she was using money to block her father's request.
But how long can this stop?
Jian Xinyi sighed and asked softly, "What do you think right now?"
"We'll hold it off for as many days as we can."
Miss Qi finally took the teacup and took a sip. "On days when I'm confused, I'm always happy when I see these."
Jian Xinyi was a little stunned. When she walked out of the corridor, she still couldn't forget Miss Qi's words.
Originally, she just wanted to pick up her old profession and do some small business, but now after seeing this scene with her own eyes, Jian Xinyi herself couldn't understand it.
Games for entertainment and leisure have become the only way to vent emotions.
If things remain unchanged and they cannot see a way out, will they just keep expecting the person they marry to be as handsome and affectionate as the painting?
She needed a different ending.
When she walked out of the corridor, she saw Mu Zhubu standing there for a long time, staring at the pigeons in a daze.
Seeing Jian Xinyi coming out of the corridor, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "You went to talk to your cousin, why did you come out so late?"
"I'm afraid of disturbing you and Supervisor Qi."
Jian Xinyi smiled and asked, "What did Supervisor Qi say? Did he confess?"
"He's as hard as a rock."
When Mu Zhubu mentioned this, his expression suddenly turned angry and his face turned red with anger.
"Okay, then, should we go ask the other Imperial College officials?"
"Okay, that can't be helped."
The two of them went to several official residences together, but they were all hesitant and didn't get any useful information.
"There's another one coming up."
Mu Zhubu looked listless, staring at the door of the mansion next door and was reluctant to go in.
Jian Xinyi looked up and saw the words "Lin Mansion" clearly written on the mahogany plaque.
This should be the residence of the young master of the Lin family.
"Do you want to go?"
Jian Xinyi tilted her head and looked over with a hint of embarrassment.
"Let's go in and take a look."
The two of them still went in and followed the servant who delivered the message straight into the main hall.
A young man dressed in red and green was standing in the mansion. When he saw them coming, he extended his hand to greet them with a smile on his face, "Miss Mu Qing."
"Mr. Lin."
Mu Qing dodged him with a fake smile, "Are you free today?"
This is Mr. Lin, whom Miss Qi is going to marry. He looks a bit dowdy.
Jian Xinyi secretly complained.
Young Master Lin smiled and nonchalantly withdrew his hand. "What a coincidence! Miss Mu Qing's visit must be about the marriage between our two families."
Mu Qing shook his head, "No, it's this poisoning case."
"Oh, then I don't know. You should ask Zhong Yuan."
Master Lin sent someone to take them to the hall and called the second master along the way.
"So he is the eldest son."
Jian Xinyi quietly tugged at Mu Zhubu's sleeve and said, "I heard that Miss Qi is engaged to the Second Young Master."
"Well, my uncle decided it on his own initiative."
Mu Zhubu pondered for a long time and said slowly, "I'm not very familiar with this Erlang Jun, so I don't know what his temperament is like."
As the two were whispering, they saw a man slowly walking towards them in the distance.
The man was dressed simply, but the fragrance of peonies wafted from his clothes, and wherever he went, there was a gust of fragrant wind.
"The chief clerk of the herds."
The second young master Lin bowed politely.
Jian Xinyi secretly glanced at him. He had a fair and clean appearance, which was better than his brother.
The chief clerk of the herds bowed casually and said, "I have come here rashly because this is related to the case of the curtain official. I hope the court can tell me something."
"If the chief clerk comes to investigate this case, I will reveal everything and offer my full assistance."
Dian Yi took the chief clerk and started talking from the time when the chief priest was preparing for the spring examination a month ago, and continued until the time of the crime, which lasted for a full half hour.
"Mr. Lin, that's enough."
Mu Zhubu had to interrupt him and prepare to hurry back to the Dali Temple.
Jian Xinyi's hands were tired from copying, and she barely got a chance to rest before quickly following Mu Zhubu back.
Before leaving, Lin Erlang was still muttering: "I will tell you everything I know. I'm sure the chief clerk will be able to solve this case as he wishes."
The two smiled at each other awkwardly, nodded desperately, and quickly slipped back.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Lin Er is such a person."
Jian Xinyi shook her hands vigorously and couldn't help but complain.
Mu Zhubu frowned, "He and my uncle are both old-fashioned. They are really like-minded."
Phew.
Jian Xinyi couldn't help laughing.
"You, hurry back and finish writing the case file."
Mu Zhubu took a pen and poked Jian Xinyi's waist. The two of them played around for a while before returning to the Dali Temple.
After copying the information of several people one by one, it was already evening.
She yawned several times and still looked at the file in front of her in confusion.
In this case, other people either hesitated or were vague, and nothing could be gotten out of them.
The poison has not been found yet.
I always feel like something is being completely hidden from me.
Jian Xinyi walked towards the bookstore in a daze, but when she reached the door, she saw a familiar figure.
"Du Le, why did you come here in person?"
"He's not a big shot, so why would we talk about whether we're in person or not?"
Dule smiled and took out a small copper pot. "There's going to be a big commotion in Wanhua Pavilion over your sketchbook. I came here secretly without the owner's knowledge."
Jian Xinyi took the coins and counted them. Sure enough, there were seven. She smiled happily, her eyes filled with joy. "The boss won't fire you again this time, will he?"
"No, don't worry, he's still watching it himself."
Dule leaned closer, a hint of pride on his face. "When I went to look for him, I saw him close the book as if he was guarding against thieves. I knew what it was right away."
"Okay, take this one. The male protagonist's ending is already written. I'll charge you two cents."
Jian Xinyi handed the book to her, but her heart was wandering.
If we add another ending, where should we add it?
"I see."
Dule took five more books and gave them seven coins. "If you had told me you were done earlier, I would have come earlier."
"I was previously busy fighting against other bookstores for plagiarism, which delayed me for a while."
Jian Xinyi simply put the last case aside and didn't want to worry others.
"Our troupe's plays are often copied by other troupes in the capital. There's nothing we can do about it." Du Le shook his head. "The troupe owner can only put in the effort to stage new plays and promote new talents."
"Oh, I don't want to talk to you anymore. I want to go back."
Dule looked at the sky outside which was gradually getting darker, then turned around and went back to Wanhua Pavilion.
Jian Xinyi stared at her back for a long time and didn't even hear the customer adding water.
When he ran over, he saw that the seat was occupied by the previous person. He glanced at the wrong person and the water spilled again.
She quickly apologized and cleaned the table again. Fortunately, she didn't spill it on anyone's clothes.
With nothing to do, Jian Xinyi opened the sketchbook and began to think about how to add a new ending.
I feel like I can only add this to the indifferent man, since he was the last one drawn.
A simple and plain reason.
Before the final scene, the heroine can choose whether to pick up the crabapple branch on the ground and hand it to him. If she chooses no, the game will proceed to the ne ending.
The heroine did not pick up the crabapple branch on the ground. The two looked at each other for a long time, but still turned around and missed each other.
She didn't choose to accept someone who had hurt her.
There are still many wealthy families coming to propose marriage, but the heroine takes advantage of others and manages her own shop to earn money, which makes the wealthy families unwilling to come to her again.
The heroine realized how difficult it was to manage the money herself, so she resold several loss-making properties in her home and kept a few profitable properties to expand her main business.
The store became more and more prosperous, and the heroine became more and more famous.
She took care of everything on her own, founded schools, trained talents, helped the poor, and personally selected her heirs, no longer sticking to marriages with aristocratic families.
Become a free lark.
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