Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

Yu Zhao subconsciously looked at his wife Cui.

Cui took a step forward and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Aunt Cui, do you still remember the bottle of osmanthus hair oil you gave my daughter last time?" Qingshu smiled and said, "My daughter is a smart person. She found that the hair oil made by aunt is much better than the ones bought with a few taels of silver outside. She found a business opportunity in it. It just so happened that there was an unused Xiangshan at home, so she thought of asking aunt and her family to take care of it for her."

Qingshu said, and took out a deed to Xiangshan: "Of course, my girl will not let you suffer any loss. The silver you pay out will be regarded as your reward for taking care of Xiangshan."

Cui was hesitant about what to say, and Qingshu continued, "When the flowers in Xiangshan are in full bloom, my daughter wants to partner with her aunt to open an incense shop in the capital. She will be the investor, and her aunt will make the incense and help her look after the shop. When the time comes, the profits from the sold incense will be split 50-50."

Cui glanced at her husband and son, feeling uneasy. Should she open a perfume shop in partnership with that girl?

The other party pays, they do the work, and the profits can be split 50-50? This is much more cost-effective than selling it to Linglong Xiangfang before, but why did that girl help their family so much?

As if seeing Cui's doubts, Qingshu said: "Aunt Cui, this is a mutually beneficial matter. Don't worry, my girl won't take advantage of you!"

Cui waved her hands quickly: "I'm not afraid that your daughter will take advantage of me! I'm just worried that the spices won't be sold in the end, and it will be a loss for the daughter!"

Qingshu's eyebrows curved, "Don't worry about this. My daughter also said that she believes in aunt's craftsmanship and her own vision."

Trust her craft?

Do you believe in your own vision?

Cui was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help laughing the next second. The girl was so frank and open-minded. If she refused again, she would seem narrow-minded.

Besides, the purpose of their coming to the capital was to redress the grievances of the Feng family. Money was too important to them, so Cui no longer refused. She took the deed and said happily, "Then let's do as you say!"

The mission was completed, Qingshu went back to report.

Feng Jia was leaning on a bench beside her reading a sword manual, while the second-class maid Song Huai was packing her luggage.

"Is the work done?" Feng Jia closed the sword manual and said when he saw Qingshu coming in.

"Just as Miss expected!" Qingshu asked Song Huai to leave, and he took her place to continue cleaning up. He told her everything he had seen and heard today, and then said, "Miss, you will accompany the old lady to Cheng'en Temple tomorrow. Do you really not want me to accompany you?"

"No need. We will just go to the temple to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures for a few days. I will take Songhuai with me and you can stay at home."

A hint of sadness appeared on Qingshu's face. Feng Jia raised her eyebrows: "What's wrong with that expression?"

"I'm afraid..." Qingshu lowered his voice, "I'm afraid that the master will find out!"

Ever since Feng Jia told her that the owner behind Linglong Xiangfang was Xie Qian, and that this series of events were a trap set by Xie Qian to harm the Yu family, Qingshu was surprised and angry, but more of it was fear.

Xie Qian is such a terrible person.

Although he was usually kind and amiable to his servants, it could be seen from the fact that he directly ordered someone to beat to death the butler Meng, with whom he had a long-term friendship, that Xie Qian was a cruel and cold-hearted person.

If he knew that it was the girl behind this...

"He can't find out anything." Feng Jia shook Qing Shu's shaking hand and said calmly, "From bribing those actors to going to court, no one has ever seen your face, and no one knows your identity, so don't be nervous."

Qingshu held her hand in his hand, and said in an uneasy tone: "Girl, I'm not afraid of anything happening to me, I'm afraid of you getting hurt!"

"I told you, your girl is indestructible and immune to swords and guns. Don't worry." Feng Jia smiled and scratched Qingshu's nose, stood up, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and walked out.

Qing Shu was puzzled: "Miss, where are you going at this time?"

Feng Jia gave half of the melon seeds to Qing Shu, her eyes curved, "We've put on such a big show, that person must be furious today, wouldn't it be a pity if we don't go and see it?"

How could my daughter be so bold! After such a big incident, she didn't hide in the yard, but went to the master with a big fanfare? Qingshu's palms were sweating, but he still followed Feng Jia's footsteps and went out together.

However, when I thought of the master’s angry face, I felt secretly happy. Why?

As soon as I reached the gate of Xie Qian's yard, I heard the sound of teacups being broken.

In the study, a servant was kneeling on the ground, his legs trembling and sweat pouring down his face.

Xie Qian shouted: "If you can't find out, keep investigating!"

The servant crouched even lower and dared not speak.

"Have you investigated those people who were causing trouble at the door a few days ago?" Xie Qian frowned.

The servant said tremblingly: "My Lord Prime Minister, we have checked everything. Those people are servants of a nearby opera troupe. Someone gave them money to perform in the opera..."

Another bowl of hot tea shattered at the servant's feet. The splashing boiling water scalded him and made him grimace in pain, but he did not dare to move a step.

"Don't I know it's all a show? I want to know who's behind it!"

The servant kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Excellency the Prime Minister! My master said that he has tried his best to investigate! Please be tolerant for a while!"

Xie Qian puffed up his cheeks and trembled slightly: "Go back and tell your master that if he can't find out, then he is incompetent. We in the Prime Minister's Mansion will never support an incompetent person! Tell him that the person I can support to rise, I can also bring him down with one hand! Get lost!"

The boy crawled out, and a servant came in to pick up the broken bowls and cups, and said in a low voice: "Master, the ninth lady is here, should we invite her in?"

Xie Qian rubbed his swollen eyes and said, "Let her in."

After a while, Feng Jia, dressed in green, came in, accompanied by a maid dressed in white.

"Father, why are you so angry? Are you still worried about the drought in Yangcheng?" Feng Jia naturally poured him a cup of hot tea.

Xie Qian took it and drank a sip, but he couldn't suppress the dryness. The drought in Yangcheng made him busy and dizzy, and the suspicion of the Eastern Palace made him feel uneasy. The mansion has not been peaceful in the past few days. Today, there is news that someone saved the Yu family. It's really a disaster! However, Xie Qian naturally didn't tell Feng Jia about these, but just waved his hand: "Father will take care of these things, you don't have to worry about it."

"What are you doing here today?"

Feng Jia bowed and said, "Father, I forgot that you asked me to come over to look at the account book yesterday."

Xie Qian rubbed his eyes again. He had completely forgotten about this matter.

The account book was placed on the desk. Feng Jia walked over, opened it, and made annotations as before.

This is Ben Yang's account.

Apart from the hidden accounts of the incense shop that day when she was asked to annotate, the accounts that Xie Qian showed her in the past few days were all public accounts. She did not show it on her face, but her pen moved quickly.

"Why do you hold the pen with your left hand?" Xie Qian asked as he sat on the side.

Feng Jia said calmly, "Father, when Zhao'er was learning to write, his right hand was injured, so he wrote with his left hand, and it gradually became a habit."

Xie Qian did not delve into the matter, and only said, "Tomorrow you will go to Cheng'en Temple with your grandmother. I heard that the Bodhisattva there is very powerful. Remember to pray for a good marriage for yourself."

Feng Jia's writing fingers paused slightly.

Xie Qian confessed, "The prince has reached adulthood. The queen intends to hold a palace banquet to select concubines on the prince's birthday in August next year. Your father intends to let you and Shubai participate in the selection."

Choosing a concubine?

Feng Jia frowned.

It is said that the Crown Prince Xu Chao of the Dali Dynasty was an outstanding figure in civil and military affairs, as well as in the way of governing the country, and was kind to the people. All the ministers respected him very much. Also, because he looked most like the current emperor among the princes, he was deeply favored by the emperor and was named "Crown Prince Virtue and Virtue".

It’s a pity that he was born with a weak body and is likely to die early.

Although such a person is the crown prince, it is unknown whether he can live to succeed the throne. According to the Feng family's understanding of Xie Qian, they should not put the pressure on such a person for the two legitimate daughters in the mansion.

Why did Xie Qian do this?

After writing the last stroke in vermilion, Feng Jia closed the account book and bowed slightly: "Zhao'er, follow your father's arrangements."