No script time travel, the general helped me rise to the top

"Because Mr. Chen is not Mr. Chen at all!"

Yangyang looked sideways as if looking at a dog, while Mr. Chen, who was already trembling a little, was beside him. Even if others did not understand, it was impossible for Mr. Chen and the old lady not to understand.

"What are you talking about, sister?"

Xue Qingqing was getting a little fed up with what she heard. She looked at the old lady irritably, trying to urge her to get rid of her quickly.

But the old lady seemed a little nervous.

"Grandma, please tell my sister to stop talking. In my granddaughter's opinion, my sister is just wasting time."

Xue Qingqing was about to grab the old lady's wrist, but the old lady was stunned and pushed her away. Then she aimed at Yangyang and said, "Girl Yang, take Yangyang down and give her a beating!"

Yangyang saw that the old lady was beginning to lose her patience, so she spoke calmly.

"This Mr. Chen said he was a scholar and was in charge of the accountant's work at Xue's house, but there were no calluses on the index and middle fingers of his right hand. Instead, the fingertips were white and smooth."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Chen quickly retracted his hand, and this small action was seen by everyone.

"Such delicate and slender hands can only be found in actors who play the zither with their fingertips all day long or in the embroidery studio!"

"But the poor man requires looks and talent, which I don't think Mr. Chen has. The only thing left is..."

Seeing that Yangyang was about to figure out the identity of this person, Old Madam Xue began to question him again, "What's the point of all your nonsense?"

"Yes! Where is the evidence?" Xue Qingqing and the old lady really performed a good double act.

Yangyang stopped pampering him and looked at Mr. Chen who had been keeping his head down beside him.

"He is not the accountant, and the account book is not made by him. He is just an embroiderer in one of the old lady's silk shops."

"The reason why I asked him to send it over is because grandma knows the truth. It is that she embezzled the money to subsidize the deficit of the silk shop. So in order to prevent the truth from being exposed, grandma had already sent someone outside to make a false account. I asked Madam Xu to go and ask her just now because she thought of this!"

"And the real accountant, I don't know where you have sent him to right now! On weekdays, this fake accountant is here to check the old lady's accounts, and the real Mr. Chen has no idea that he is being blamed."

Yangyang spoke slowly, and Zuo Xiang could hardly believe his ears. He looked at Old Madam Xue, hoping to get a negative answer from her, because after all, these were all Yangyang's one-sided words.

But because he rarely took care of the housework, he couldn't remember what the accountant looked like.

So, this person is not the accountant, and even the Left Prime Minister cannot tell whether he is true or not!

But the old lady felt guilty and did not dare to look at the left prime minister. However, she also did not give in because Yangyang had no evidence.

"You are simply lawless. You can even make up such a lie. Someone come here!"

Madam Xu and Madam Tong looked ready, waiting for Madam Xue's call.

The two of them walked up to Yangyang at the same time, ready to drag Yangyang away.

Yangyang yelled, and Biluo suddenly rushed in from the door, followed by the palace guards and another person.

"Miss, I was at the back door just now and saw Mr. Chen, the accountant, pacing around worriedly, so I asked him a few questions!"

Biluo pointed at the real 'Mr. Chen' who had just been brought in and said.

"Him? He is Mr. Chen?" The left prime minister stood up, looked at Mr. Chen who had just come in, and then looked at Madam Xue, "Mother, what is going on?"

"Even if father doesn't know, my daughter rarely goes to the accounting office on weekdays, but most of the people in this hall are the old lady's people, so they turned a blind eye and recognized the Mr. Chen just now."

Yangyang thought about this, but he didn't understand why the old lady was so painstaking.

Why not just replace Mr. Chen and find someone who can help with the accounting? Instead of having the master in his own shop do it every day and then send someone to deliver it later?

And the 'Mr. Chen' who just came in, looked at the man next to him who was keeping his head down and not saying a word, and was dressed similarly to him, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Yangyang handed him the account book in his hand and said, "Mr. Chen, take a look. Did you make this?"

Mr. Chen flipped through a few pages and frowned.

"This is not what I did. My account book is still in the accounting office. Who made this false account?"

Mr. Chen handed the account book back, looked at Yangyang's eyes, and suddenly understood. He turned to the old lady at the table,

"Why are you doing this, old lady? You have given me some advice, but I don't want to do something that goes against my conscience! But if you want to fire me for this, I'm afraid I won't agree."

The old lady just felt a little breathless and couldn't even speak, but Mr. Chen continued to speak.

"But because of this, the old lady actually kept it a secret and let me take the blame. It's really unbelievable. If I hadn't been suddenly sent away by that Aunt Xu today, I wouldn't have noticed it."

"Young man..."

"Okay!" Zuo Xiang understood the problem, but since it involved his mother, he had to be cautious.

When the old lady saw that the left prime minister was trying to protect her, she held her chest and gasped, "Ouch! Ouch!", with a trace of fainting on her face.

Nanny Xu and Nanny Tong beside him also went up to support her, shouting and protecting her in concern.

Seeing this situation, is there anyone who would like to continue?

“Mother, mother!”, the left prime minister was extremely anxious and shouted towards the door, “Go and get the imperial physician quickly, pass the letter to get the imperial physician!”

Amidst a flurry of excitement, Old Madam Xue was sent back to the courtyard, where an imperial physician was asked to take her pulse and examine her.

Except for Yangyang, everyone else had panicked expressions.

Because Yangyang could see that the old lady was obviously pretending.

only……

Yangyang, who was guarding the old lady's outer room, had been watching the progress of the consultation in the inner room through the screen.

In the inner room, Lord Zuo Xiang and Xue Qingqing were standing around the bed. Only Yangyang was ordered by the Lord Zuo Xiang for the first time not to get close to the old lady.

Biluo then whispered to Yangyang, "Miss, the thief we caught last night has been examined by a doctor, who gave him some medicine and said he would be fine after taking it. I just told Sister Xiaotao about it, but she was afraid that the news would leak out, so she went to boil the medicine herself."

"That's good." Yangyang saw that the people in the inner room were still seeing patients, so he asked again, "How did you find Mr. Chen? Why did you want to bring him to Chenxi Hall?"

Biluo explained in detail, "Just now when I went to invite the doctor into the house, I saw Mr. Chen. I thought he went to the accounting office last night! And when I saw Mr. Chen's sad face, I asked him a few more questions."

"Mr. Chen told me that Madam Xu had sent him out of the house and forced him to go out shopping at this time! I thought that Madam Xu had always been by the old lady's side, so why wasn't she staying in the Morning Hall at this time and sent Mr. Chen out? I felt something was wrong."

Yangyang was relieved and delighted, "Good Biluo, you really helped me a lot!"

But Biluo said worriedly, "Miss, the master seemed very angry with you just now and didn't let you enter the inner room. I'm afraid he is going to..."

"Don't be afraid! My father is sensible, he knows it." Yangyang spoke firmly. Although it was the first time she was reprimanded by Zuo Xiang after traveling through time for so long, she still believed in Zuo Xiang in her heart.

But I am afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.