He Youyou stood with her hands on her hips, craning her neck to look at the black smoke in the distance: "The Sun family is making quite a commotion... Old Qian, do you think... someone might get killed?"
The housekeeper looked up at his mistress, who had somehow climbed onto the roof, his feelings a mix of emotions.
I've never seen such a refined young lady.
In the capital, even young ladies from wealthy families need someone to help them step over the threshold.
He Youyou, having watched the excitement on the roof for a while, finally decided to climb down.
As he approached Butler Qian, his eyes darted around, and another idea came to him.
She gave some instructions in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, Butler Qian secretly praised it.
The mistress's move was not only a ruthless act, but also a brilliant idea to eliminate any future troubles.
From that day on, rumors began to circulate throughout the village.
Legend has it that a skilled fortune teller calculated that the Sun family had committed a heinous act, and the Heavenly Emperor had sent the Sun Star Official of the Rabbit Day to the mortal realm to unleash the Three Yang True Fire as divine punishment.
The four most immoral things in life are: digging up the graves of those who have no descendants, kicking down the doors of widows, eating breast milk during postpartum confinement, beating the blind, and cursing the mute.
Sun Er came to the widow's house to bully her and take her property; even Heaven would not tolerate him.
Some people say that the Han family had ancestors who had helped the emperor rise to power, and the treasure that Sun Er stole might have been a dragon pearl bestowed by the founding emperor.
How could such a rogue possibly suppress the dragon's aura?
They will inevitably suffer a backlash and be punished.
The villagers sighed with relief, and those who had suffered at Sun Er's hands in the past were secretly delighted.
Those who had originally come with Sun Er's group all fell silent, fearing that they too would be targeted by the gods and suffer retribution.
With the Han family now childless and widowed, no one dared to make any further moves.
Fortunately, the fire occurred in broad daylight.
The fire was discovered early, and although the house and belongings were lost, fortunately, Sun Er's family escaped quickly and no one was injured.
After the fire was extinguished, Sun Er, with red eyes, rummaged through the ruins.
Beneath the black and gray background, the crystal ball remained crystal clear and shone brightly.
He was heartbroken and asked one of his underlings to return the crystal ball to the Han family.
"This treasure is indeed too full of yang energy. I, Sun Er, am a man of little fortune and cannot withstand it..."
He Youyou carefully wiped the black ash off the crystal ball with a damp cloth and calmly put it into her spatial storage.
It was past midnight, and the night was deep with heavy dew.
Butler Qian lay on the table, holding a calligraphy brush, his strokes flowing like dragons and snakes.
A line was written on a small note: "The mistress burned down the house of Sun Er's family in the next village."
After writing, roll the note into a small roll and put it into the bamboo tube on the carrier pigeon.
White wings fluttered across the night sky.
It disappeared into the vast sky.
Night fell, and silence returned.
The next day, He Youyou dressed in men's clothing and simply combed her hair into a ponytail.
He Youyou is a modern person with a balanced diet. She is much taller than the ladies of ancient times and looks very dashing when dressed in men's clothing.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like something was missing from my head.
She then borrowed a jade clasp from the steward and decorated it on her ponytail.
Borrowing money from the housekeeper was a last resort; her deceased husband's clothes had all been buried with him, leaving nothing behind.
As soon as I looked up, I saw Butler Qian staring in disbelief.
"Really, Lao Qian? I'm just borrowing it for a bit, I'm not going to take it all. I'll return it to you when I'm done." He Youyou thought he was reluctant to part with it. "Besides, this jade clasp of yours is only of average quality and the style is old-fashioned. What's there to be reluctant about? I'll go to the market and buy you a better one."
Butler Qian shook his head and sighed.
Is it a matter of whether or not you're willing to give it up?
Oh, what kind of behavior is this? What kind of behavior is this!
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