After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

at night.

The time has come for the various courtyards in Xie's mansion to need water.

The masters need to take a bath, wash their faces and hands. It is not easy to have a constant supply of hot water in winter, and not everyone can afford it.

The masters who enjoyed their comfort had no idea that hot water required someone to keep a fire burning in the kitchen at all times, warming the water on the stove so that it could be delivered whenever it was needed.

It's okay in the coldest days of winter, as this job can help keep warm, but in the summer, no one wants to do it.

Standing in front of the fire and stove, people were sweating profusely. When the master wanted water, they had to carry the heavy bucket to the door again and again. After each time of going through this, they would be soaked in sweat, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

Maids and servants who have abilities and connections would avoid this kind of work if they could, but those who couldn't avoid it, like Shuanghua, would.

Ever since Xie Tan left, Shuanghua has been like a patch, doing whatever dirty and tiring work is needed.

Normally, a girl of sixteen or seventeen should either be married or become a maid with some influence, but she seemed to have been forgotten and was still doing the work of a maid.

I repeat different tasks every day, all of which are complicated and arduous, such as boiling water in the kitchen in summer.

Shuanghua was born pretty and charming. Girls of this age have shed their youthfulness and grown into the appearance of a woman, with a slender waist and full breasts. Even though she was wearing coarse clothes, her graceful curves could not be concealed. She was like a ripe peach, waiting to be picked, extremely tempting.

It was a hot summer day and I started sweating as soon as I entered the kitchen. My thin clothes were soaked and stuck to my body, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Shuanghua wiped the sweat off her forehead. Life was hard when she was serving in Tanyuan, but at least she had someone to protect her. The Second Young Master had a cold personality, but actually a warm heart. He would rather suffer himself than let her be looked down upon. At that time, she didn't feel any hardship in doing anything.

But now... Shuanghua didn't know whether what was dripping from her face was tears or sweat. She looked at the dancing flames blankly, as if she had become accustomed to this kind of busyness and fatigue.

She sat on a short stool, with her elbows resting on her legs. From behind, this posture made her waist curve particularly graceful. Her sweat-soaked clothes stuck to her body, and from her thin waist came her round and plump buttocks...

The person lying at the door swallowed his saliva and grinned with his mouth that was missing several teeth.

This girl is getting more and more beautiful. She makes people salivate and feel itchy...

She had served in the Tanyuan before, and everyone thought she was unlucky. No maid or old woman told her that girls had to wear a tube top under their underwear when they reached the age. In the summer, the two lumps of soft flesh on her chest were shaking like this...

Manager Huang looked at the gradually darkening sky, a hint of impatience revealed on his face.

*

The Supervisory Council has been very busy recently. A big case happened in the northern border. It is said that when the northern border army led by the eldest prince passed through Xining, they were resting in an inn, but they accidentally discovered that the governor of Xining was colluding with bandits, and using the name of banditry to collect "protection taxes" in various pretexts, the people were suffering. The eldest prince and General Zhechong detained the governor of Xining, and followed the clues to uncover a series of harsh policies that were incredible.

Some people were implicated, and the emperor ordered the Censorate to conduct a detailed investigation. As the Left Jindu Censor of the Censorate, Xie Yunji was extremely busy and even stayed in the courtyard for two or three days.

Song Nihuan brought him some simple changes of clothes. As soon as he got off the sedan chair and returned to Xie's house, he passed Qinghu Lake and walked into the inner courtyard when he heard a commotion not far away.

She followed the sound and saw a group of maids and old women gathered in a circle, chattering about all kinds of things.

"It's a good thing that the old yellow dog died. Evildoers will be punished. I think it's too late!"

"It's a good thing for him to die like this!"

"I saw him the day before yesterday evening. He drank a few ounces of horse urine and thought he was a big shot. He even touched me twice. This guy deserves to die. What a scourge!"

The maids and servants who were surrounding them were discussing the matter indignantly.

Old Yellow Dog is the manager, because what he does is so mean, everyone calls him Old Yellow Dog behind his back. No one can tell exactly what he is in charge of, but anyway, he is in charge of the kitchen, the toilet, and the garbage collection by Wolf.

This guy has a problem. He can't walk when he sees a woman who is somewhat pretty. No matter if she is a virgin or a young woman, no one can escape his dirty hands.

Everybody was hoping that he would get some retribution, and now that he died suddenly, people were applauding and cheering, and the maids came over one after another to watch the fun.

"What's going on?" Song Nihuan asked.

"The old yellow dog is dead!" a little maid said happily. When she turned around and found that it was the young lady, she quickly suppressed the joy on her brows and said, "Greetings, young lady."

Molan said, "Young Madam asked a question, come forward and answer it."

The crowd fell silent, and the little maid looked around hesitantly, not daring to speak.

"Tell me, who died and what happened?" Seeing her hesitating, Song Nihuan scolded, "Hurry up and tell me, do you want to report it to the authorities later?!"

The little maid calmed down and said, "Reporting to the young lady, Steward Huang is dead... Some people say that he got his retribution for doing too many bad things, while others say that Shuanghua murdered him."

When Song Nihuan heard the name Shuanghua, her brows furrowed, it sounded so familiar... The image of the short and thin girl who took the calligraphy and paintings to sell suddenly appeared in her mind.

Xie Tan...She is Xie Tan's maid.

The crowd made way for them, and Song Nihuan looked over and saw Shuanghua standing alone in the open space.

She had grown a lot taller, and had become more graceful and elegant. Her face was pale, and she was obviously still in shock.

"What's going on?" Song Nihuan took a few steps forward but was stopped by someone.

Molan glanced at the dead body lying on the ground and said, "Madam, dead bodies are unlucky, please don't offend you. I have sent someone to call the housekeeper."

Song Nihuan thought for a moment and said to Shuanghua, "Come here and explain it to me."

Shuanghua finally got rid of the dilemma of standing next to the corpse, and quickly walked to the young lady and knelt down, "Greetings, young lady. I don't know how Manager Huang died. When I passed by here, he was already lying here."

"Were you the first to discover him?"

The moonlight sprinkled on Shuanghua's face like water, casting a faint shadow. She answered readily, "It was discovered by this servant."

"Where are you going at this hour? How did you find him? Don't be afraid, I'm just asking. I want to have an idea of ​​whether you should report to the police or something." Song Nihuan asked in a gentle voice.

She has been in charge of half of the Xie family's household affairs over the years, so naturally she needs to know clearly what happened in the inner courtyard. She has a good impression of this girl Shuanghua. She can't be a bad person since she can serve Xie Tan in such an adverse situation.

"I was delivering water to the Madam's courtyard. When I passed by Qinghu Lake, I saw a person lying on the shore." She said calmly, "Butler Huang often plotted against me. I was the first to find out that he was dead. They said that I killed Butler Huang to vent my anger."

If she tried to distance herself from the relationship at this time, it would be even more suspicious. Shuanghua did not hide the fact that Manager Huang coveted her.

Song Nihuan nodded. "What kind of person is this Steward Huang? Does he only touch you?"

Molan replied, "Manager Huang often speaks frivolously to the maids, and he also touches pretty girls. The maids are all resentful."

"So, does that mean that all the girls he targeted should want to kill him to vent his anger? Why do you say that Shuanghua killed someone?" Song Nihuan smiled faintly, "I think it took a lot of effort for this girl to carry such a big bucket of water. How could she kill a grown man while carrying water?"