Chapter 352: Tricky
Ye Wuque took the flower seed the size of a silk pea. His extremely long eyelashes covered his eyes and his expression was serious.
"If she agrees, I will never let her down in this life!"
This is his promise and his oath.
Song Yuqiu sighed and said, "Take the seeds back and plant them. Use your fingertip blood to water them three times a day, morning, noon and evening. Do not stop. After nine days, they will bloom."
"Okay." Ye Wuque nodded to show that he understood, then paused and raised his head nonchalantly, "Do you want me to help you deal with that woman who has been contradicting you?"
As he spoke, he shook the flower seeds in his hand and said, "Just consider it as a thank you gift in advance."
The tone didn't sound like he was talking about a human life, but rather like he was talking about an insignificant ant.
Song Yuqiu was so scared that she quickly waved her hands, "I can handle my own affairs, you don't need to worry about me."
"Okay, I won't interfere." Ye Wuque didn't want to meddle in other people's business, "But the premise is, don't let her cause any trouble."
Otherwise, he wouldn't mind having a little more blood on his hands.
"Got it." Song Yuqiu sighed, thinking that Zhao Yi should know a little more about what's interesting, but he must not run into the muzzle of this plague god's gun.
"Take good care of her." Ye Wuque looked at Xie Zhuoning carefully for a while before turning around and leaving the room.
Seeing that the plague god had finally left, Song Yuqiu quickly closed the door and returned to the bed.
Carefully, he pulled out a one-inch-long golden needle from Xie Zhuoning's head.
The person lying on the bed trembled his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes, "Ayu..."
"Sister Zhuoning, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?" Song Yuqiu asked quickly.
Xie Zhuoning shook his head, "It's just like I just fell into a deep sleep."
"I'm glad you're okay." Song Yuqiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking up at the unfamiliar surroundings, Xie Zhuoning asked, "Have we returned to Changxing Marquis' Mansion?"
"Well," Song Yuqiu nodded, "things are more difficult than expected."
First, Yang Lie hadn't come back yet, so she couldn't mobilize too many people. Wen Yan had made many achievements recently and was promoted very quickly, but he still hadn't become a big shot.
Secondly, Ye Wuque's shadow guards are omnipresent, and now they have all sneaked into Changxing Marquis's mansion silently, and no one in the mansion noticed it, which shows the huge difference in strength.
Especially the one called Thirteen, who was haunting and stared at you with a pair of dead fish eyes. He couldn't do any movement at all, let alone deliver any message.
Xie Zhuoning smiled, his eyes bright and moist, "It's okay, at least now we are on our territory instead of being taken to Western Chu, things will be much easier."
There are still nine days left, they still have nine days to plan their strategy!
As they were talking, there was a sudden noise outside.
Song Yuqiu immediately stood up, opened the door, and stuck his head out to check, "What happened?"
Outside the courtyard gate stood a steward from the mansion, who was glaring at Thirteen who was guarding the gate with dissatisfaction on his face.
"Madam, Lord Zhao said that you brought back distinguished guests, so he specially asked the kitchen to prepare a banquet and asked me to come over to invite a few people to the feast. As a result, this servant didn't know the rules at all and refused to let me go in to ask for your permission..."
"Alas, Madam, Lord Zhao is right. Not everyone can be brought into the mansion. Who knows who you are and is trying to climb the high branch of our mansion?"
It was as if those words were spoken intentionally for Thirteen to hear, with an arrogant and contemptuous expression, full of sarcasm and harshness.
Song Yuqiu was so angry that she wanted to laugh. There were so many things to complain about that she didn't know where to start.
What does Zhao Yi mean?
Do you really think you are the mistress of this house?
When guests come, does she need to prepare a banquet to entertain them?
Furthermore, it is true that Ye Wuque and his men have ulterior motives, but is it true that they are trying to climb up the social ladder?
Stop making me laugh to death!
She put her hands on her hips and yelled, "Get lost! You're using her to entertain my guests?"
The steward suddenly became gloomy and said, "Lord Zhao is kind-hearted and thinking about you, Madam, but you don't know how kind people are..."
"I want her to pretend to be a good person! Why don't you get out of here?"
She picked up a stick nearby and was about to beat the man out.
The steward hurried away, complaining as he ran, "You don't look like a lady at all, how can you be so unbecoming!"
Song Yuqiu was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. She turned around and saw Thirteen standing there watching the show like an outsider, and she glared at him viciously.
Thirteen,"……"
What does it have to do with him?
"Bang--"
The door was slammed shut.
Song Yuqiu walked to the table angrily, poured a glass of water, and took a big gulp.
Seeing her like this, Xie Zhuoning seemed to be thinking about something. "Ah Yu, after you returned to Beijing, you have been reluctant to return to Nanyang. Is it because of that Lord Zhao?"
She was such a smart person that even though she was unconscious on the way, she realized from just a few words that Ah Yu's life would not be easy after she married into Nan Yang.
Song Yuqiu was a little embarrassed to be seen in such a disgraceful state, "Sister Zhuo Ning, do you think I am useless?"
"How could that be?" Xie Zhuoning's eyes curved, and he said slowly, "The ancients said that everyone has his own specialty. Generals can fight, prime ministers can govern, embroiderers can embroider, and farmers can farm. You are not from this place, and you are good at medicine, not these twists and turns in the inner house. So it is understandable that you can't beat this gang of stubborn slaves."
Song Yuqiu couldn't help but hug her and cuddle with her, "Sister Zhuo Ning is still the best."
Xie Zhuoning gently touched her head and asked, "Can you tell me what happened to Mr. Zhao?"
She was the one who facilitated the marriage between her and Yang Lie.
Although the situation forced them to do so and they had considered a way out, if they could truly love each other and grow old together, that would undoubtedly be the most ideal outcome.
"You're talking about Zhao Yi," Song Yuqiu curled her lips, "She is the daughter of the former chief steward."
Her father was originally Yang He's man, but because Zhao Yi and Yang Lie had known each other since childhood, she begged her father to secretly rescue Yang Lie from trouble several times.
Later, when they were returning to Nanyang from the capital, they were attacked by the remaining troops of Yang He, and it was her father who rushed out without hesitation and blocked the knife for Yang Lie.
Before her father died, he entrusted her to Yang Lie.
Yang Lie originally wanted to adopt her as his sister and marry her off as the eldest daughter of the Yang family in the future.
But she said that she had no ambition to live in the inner palace and did not want to follow the path taken by other women, so she asked Yang Lie to allow her to join the army.
After thinking about it for a while, Yang Lie actually agreed.
Under his special care, and given that Zhao Yi did have some ability, he was soon promoted to the position of deputy envoy.
She doesn't allow people to call her "Miss" in her mansion, but requires people to call her "Sir".
It seemed that by doing so, she could show how different she was from the woman trapped in the inner chamber.
After hearing this, Xie Zhuoning chuckled and said, "Since she claims to be different from the women in the inner chambers, why does she have to use the inner chambers' methods to squeeze you everywhere?"
She lets others call her "Mistress", but what kind of mistress would control the inner chamber of another family?
"Does Yang Lie know that she has been secretly setting traps for you?"