Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

Cui Chai was stunned: "Miss, how did you do that? The master clearly counted it just now!"

Feng Jia grabbed the deed and shook it open. There was an official seal on it. It was the deed to a fragrant mountain outside the city.

"This should be what Xie Yunyao's grandfather left her. It is her private property and has not been included in the account books of the Prime Minister's Mansion, so father has not found it."

The box came too easily, so Feng Jia was on guard and was careful when counting. Unexpectedly, the backup plan really came in handy.

Feng Jia folded up the deed and put it back in his sleeve, saying, "The housekeeper will bring your indenture contract to you later. You can take it to the household registration office in the capital to cancel your slave status."

Cui Chai was stunned.

"By the way, change your name back. Qingshu is much more elegant than Cuichai."

Cui Chai felt as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in her throat. Her voice was dull and hoarse, and she cried, "Girl..."

Feng Jia smiled, her black and white eyes were full of a different kind of brilliance: "Qingshu, from now on you will be a free person, no longer a slave of the Xie Mansion, nor will you be a slave of anyone else. I give you two choices. First, follow me. I promise you that as long as you are loyal to me, as long as I, Xie Lanzhao, am here, no one will dare to bully you. Second, you can choose to leave the Xie Mansion and go anywhere you want. I will give you enough money. From now on, you and I are no longer master and servant, but will go our separate ways."

Cui Chai immediately knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face: "Miss, are you going to chase me away? I won't leave, and I don't want the indenture contract anymore. I just want to stay with you!"

"When did I say I wanted to drive you away? I just let you choose. You didn't have a choice before, but now you have the opportunity to choose your future life. I want to know what you really think," Feng Jia felt sad and funny when he saw her crying. He helped her up and said, "Also, this indenture contract was exchanged for the indentures in my box. If you don't want it, wouldn't I be at a big loss?"

"Miss," Cui Chai burst out laughing and wiped her tears with her sleeve, "Miss, no matter there is a choice or not, Cui Chai, no, Qing Shu, Qing Shu will always choose to stand on your side."

"Are you really willing to follow me?"

Qingshu nodded firmly: "Qingshu is an orphan. In this life, apart from Madam Feng, as long as the young lady treats me best, I have nowhere else to go. I just want to follow the young lady!"

Feng Jia smiled and said, "Okay, but this choice is still valid. If one day you don't want to stay in this house anymore, or if you find a good man, you can choose again."

Qingshu's tears rolled down: "Thank you for your kindness, young lady!" He raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, and suddenly remembered something and said: "Young lady, you asked me to find the general to find out where the Yu family moved to a few days ago. This morning, the general sent a letter through someone!"

Feng Jia's fingers holding the teacup trembled slightly.

The Langya Yu family is her maternal ancestors' family.

After she was reborn, she had asked people for information many times, and she only knew that her maternal grandfather's family was implicated in the Feng family's corruption case, and the Langya business was ruined, so the family moved away, but it was unknown where they moved to.

Now we finally have news about them.

"Where are they now?"

"My lady, they are now in the capital, in Kanglefang."

Feng Jia's face was filled with shock, and she closed her eyes slightly. They were actually in the capital, so close to her?

But she heard that the reputation of her maternal grandfather's family was destroyed by Xie Qian's men, and a century-old foundation and the hard work of several generations were wasted. How could a man as strong-willed as her maternal grandfather be willing to live next to the Prime Minister's Mansion?

When he opened his eyes again, the emotions on Feng Jia's face had disappeared, and his eyes were clear and bright.

No matter what, I still have to go and meet them.

At dusk, the rain poured down and the thunder roared.

On the second floor of the Fugui Teahouse next to Kanglefang, two young men in fancy clothes were sitting.

"I see you look quite haggard these days. Are you still worried about the drought in Yangcheng?"

A man in crimson clothes poured a cup of tea for the man opposite him and continued, "If you ask me, this drought is a disaster that only happens once in a hundred years. How can human power resist the wrath of heaven? Why do you have to work so hard every day? Or are you hindered by the newly conferred title of the head of the Changping Department?"

Xie Zilin pursed his lips and said nothing.

Lu Zhengan pulled the corner of his mouth, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes, but his face was full of laughter: "I also can't understand you. You can obviously be a rich and noble prince consort, why do you want to join the Changping Department? Not only is the salary low and the responsibility high, but it also offends people. It is obviously a job that many people have shirked, but you are rushing to suffer!"

Xie Zilin took a sip of tea and shook his head: "You don't understand."

Three years ago, Feng Jia passed away, and Yang Yang also died of a serious illness. At that time, he had died with them. However, if he did not find a complicated job to numb himself, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on.

"You haven't stayed at the Changping Division these days, aren't you afraid that the princess will blame you?"

Hearing the princess' name, Xie Zilin's eyes were a little complicated. The princess was gentle and obedient to him after marriage, but he married Xu Qiao because his mother threatened to die. He had no feelings for her at all. Even if he did, it was not love, but guilt.

He had no way of allowing himself to love another person. Likewise, he could not ignore his mother's life and death and refuse to marry Xu Qiao. Therefore, he could only weakly not see her or touch her, as if in this way, his sins would be reduced by half.

"I am staying outside for the sake of the people of Dali. I believe the princess can understand."

Lu Zhengan really wanted to throw a cup of tea on Xie Zilin's face.

He thought to himself, you, Xie Zilin, are a foolish man. You haven't touched the princess' body for three years, and you always go to the suburban house to miss Feng under the pretext of drinking with him.

If you don't like Xu Qiao, just divorce her, but you still occupy the position of prince consort and refuse to let go, which makes him suffer as he sneaks into the princess's mansion like a thief every night to have an affair with Xu Qiao.

It is precisely because of you, a hypocrite, that Xu Qiao refuses to give himself a name, but you are still pretending to be righteous and saying that you are doing it for the people!

What a shameless bitch!

Although he was complaining in his heart, he still had to smile on his face. Lu Zhengan even refilled his cup of tea and muttered to himself, "Princess Pingchang cares about the people, so she naturally understands, naturally understands."

Raindrops fell along the corridor and dripped onto the back of Xie Zilin's hand. He naturally turned his gaze to the window.

It's raining heavily outside the window.

Vendors pushed their carts through the deep alleys, and occasionally there were the sounds of two people bumping into each other and cursing. Further ahead was a pawnshop, where a woman in a dark blue coat was hiding from the rain under the porch holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The umbrella covered half of her body, and Xie Zilin could only see the corners of her fluttering skirt. The rain was dense, splashing on the ground and at her feet. The edge of the woman's cyan skirt was wet, and the color looked thick and heavy, like ink that had been smudged by water.

The rain gradually subsided and a woman came out from the corridor. She was wearing a white veiled hat and her face could not be seen clearly.

Just as Xie Zilin was about to look away, the wind suddenly blew up the woman's veil, revealing her slightly thin chin.

Then there is the back.

The woman's back was very straight, her long hair cascading down like ink, with only a bamboo hairpin inserted in her bun, she had the elegant demeanor of a scholar. The woman's fingers holding the umbrella were slender but powerful, and the umbrella turned gently twice in her hands.

Xie Zilin's face changed instantly.

His grip loosened and the teacup in his hand rolled to the ground and broke into pieces.