The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

When Jiang Zhiyue arrived, Lin Jingqiu had already been transferred to Pinghu Garden and was said to be injured.

Jiang Zhiyue just glanced at Chang Hui, and Chang Hui nodded in understanding, then disappeared in a flash.

When she entered Pinghu Garden, Nanny Cheng was already there.

Lin Jingqiu looked pitiful as she leaned on her maid.

In a very weak voice, she said to Madam Cheng, "It is I who disturbed the old lady. Please tell her that I am fine."

Matron Cheng glanced at the large blisters on Lin Jingqiu's arm caused by the fire and said calmly, "Madam, please take care of the wound first."

Lin Jingqiu lowered her head, her hair was slightly messy, and the drooping hair just made her look weak and pitiful.

Jiang Zhiyue curled the corner of his mouth. Lin Jingqiu was really a person who had his weakness engraved in his bones and could use it as a weapon at any time.

"There was a fire at Qiushui Residence. Have you found out the cause?"

The Duke of England strode in from outside and started asking for accountability before he even arrived.

Jiang Zhiyue stood still, looked at the Duke of Yingguo calmly, and bowed, "Father."

The Duke of England's expression froze, and he felt as if he had said something wrong.

Why is this girl Achan calling her father so politely?

Following behind the Duke of England were Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Qiao.

When Mr. Jiang learned that Qiu Shui Ju had caught fire, he thought that Lin must be up to something.

But as the younger uncle, he had to avoid suspicion, so he dragged Qiao to take a look together.

Mr. Jiang didn't know why, but he always felt that Lin Jingqiu was not as weak as she appeared.

The first time he began to have uncertain thoughts about his eldest brother was when he learned that his eldest brother had a mistress who had been away for over a year.

As for Mrs. Qiao, after being frightened by Mr. Jiang Erye that time, she put away her messy thoughts and calmed down.

As long as she doesn't act like a troublemaker, it would be best for her, the second wife, to handle the affairs of the Duke's Mansion.

"My lord..."

Lin Jingqiu struggled to stand up and saluted the Duke of England. The Duke of England looked at the large area of ​​blisters on her arm caused by the fire and his eyes showed pity.

Just as he was about to help, he saw out of the corner of his eye that his little daughter was looking at Lin Jingqiu indifferently, and his movements stopped again.

Jiang Zhiyue didn't care whether the Duke of England would help Lin Jingqiu up or not. She just wanted to see what Lin Jingqiu wanted to do with the fire.

Jiang Zhiyue was certain that the fire was no accident.

Lin Jingqiu was trapped for nearly half a month, and the good situation she had originally managed had already been destroyed by herself.

There is no way someone like Lin Jingqiu would willingly admit defeat.

The Duke of England still felt sorry for Lin Jingqiu and told her to sit down quickly.

Jiang Zhiyue bowed to his uncle and aunt, but Master Jiang waved his hand and said, "Don't bow, is Ah Chan scared?"

Upon hearing this, the Duke of England froze again. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Zhiyue eagerly, waiting for her answer.

Jiang Zhiyue shook his head gently, "Thank you for your concern, uncle. I didn't get scared. But why did Qiushuiju catch fire for no reason?"

Lin Jingqiu's heart skipped a beat. She was now very sensitive to every word Jiang Zhiyue said.

When she heard Jiang Zhiyue say that it was for no reason, her heart couldn't help but tighten.

Lin Jingqiu's maid immediately knelt on the ground and begged, "Please, Duke, please save my aunt! My aunt was burned by the fire when she was trying to get the white jade plum blossom hairpin. Please, Duke, please get a doctor for my aunt!"

The maid's words made the Duke of England's eyes fall on the white jade plum blossom hairpin that Lin Jingqiu was holding tightly in her hand.

That was a gift he gave to Lin Jingqiu.

The Duke of England subconsciously frowned, "It's just a dead thing, why do you risk your life?"

Jiang Zhiyue lowered her eyes. Was her father not so mentally well?

Well...Lin Jingqiu is really great.

Mr. Jiang was a playboy and he could tell at a glance that Lin Jingqiu was trying to change the subject, while little Achan was probably surprised that his stupid brother had been deceived.

Almost instinctively, Master Jiang raised his hand and patted Jiang Zhiyue on the shoulder.

Jiang Zhiyue looked up in surprise and saw that his second uncle's face was full of helplessness.

Before Jiang Zhiyue could react to what his uncle meant, he heard Qiao scolding him harshly, "There's a doctor at home, why are you crying and wailing like a funeral director!"

"Also, where are the guards of Qiushuiju? Didn't anyone hear Sixth Miss's question? Why did Qiushuiju catch fire out of nowhere?!"

Jiang Zhiyue watched as Qiao acted like a mistress, scolding the maid who was crying and begging for mercy, and ordered the guards to reply.

Looking at the Duke of England again, he seemed to come back to his senses, and his face darkened as he looked at the silent guards.

"Why, do I have to ask it myself?"

The Duke of England's deep and unhappy look was still very shocking.

The guard must have just come out of the fire scene, his face was still covered with black ash, he knelt down with a plop and said: "My Lord, the fire started from inside."

Jiang Zhiyue looked at Mr. Jiang Erye.

Mr. Jiang had an expression that said, "Finally someone understands my years of hard work."

Jiang Zhiyue felt a little sorry for his second uncle.

Her father was so easy to fool, and the Duke of England's Mansion was still so prosperous, all thanks to her second uncle who kept a close eye on her father.

Seeing this, Lin Jingqiu knelt down directly, with an earnest expression and tears streaming down her face: "Please forgive me, Duke. It was my fault. When I was adding oil to the lamp, I accidentally knocked over the candle. I was also frightened for a moment, so when I came to my senses, the fire spread. I only had time to grab this white jade plum blossom hairpin..."

Lin Jingqiu's tearful words left the Duke of England speechless.

Jiang Zhiyue sighed slowly and gave Jiang Erye a look that said 'you've worked hard'.

Mr. Jiang Er immediately showed an expression that said "you understand me".

Nanny Cheng looked at Jiang Zhiyue, waiting for the Sixth Miss to express her opinion.

She came here at the behest of the old lady, to represent her and to maintain order.

It's also to see for the old lady how the Sixth Miss handles things.

In the words of the old lady, the Sixth Miss must pass the test of Aunt Lin before she can be considered to have truly grown up.

Jiang Zhiyue walked to the side of Duke Yingguo and whispered, "Since this matter was caused by Aunt Lin and not some other trouble, Father should forgive Aunt Lin."

Lin Jingqiu suddenly looked at Jiang Zhiyue. Would she be so kind as to plead for him?

"Mrs. Lin's mistake was unintentional. Fortunately, she only burned down Qiushuiju..."

Mr. Jiang glanced at Mrs. Qiao, who immediately said, "Achan is too kind-hearted. If everyone makes such an unintentional mistake and it gets out, the Duke's Mansion will become a joke!"

Although the fire at Qiu Shui Ju was only a matter of the Duke's Mansion, the fire captain on night patrol in the capital was paying attention to it.

The fire brigade had already arrived at the Duke's Mansion before the fire was put out, and left only after learning that the fire had been put out.

These are all to be recorded, and the British prince is certainly aware of this.

After Qiao said this, the Duke of England also thought of this.

Because Lin Jingqiu was already under house arrest, the next punishment would still be three months, and Lin Jingqiu accepted it.

Jiang Zhiyue felt that something was wrong when she saw that Lin Jingqiu accepted it without making any noise.

Therefore, she became more and more certain that the fire had another purpose.