"The day after tomorrow?" Xin You pondered after hearing what Duan Yunling said.
Duan Yunling's eyes flashed with light: "Cousin Qing, do you have any idea?"
If it were before, she wouldn't even have the courage to ask for help. She knows her own insignificance and doesn't think she has the ability to help others, nor does she expect others to help her.
It was cousin Qing who made her change.
Xin You lowered his eyes, focusing on his fingertips.
These days, I have developed thin calluses on my fingers due to rushing to finish the manuscript. Fortunately, the hard work has paid off.
Xin You's silence made Duan Yunling's eyes darken, and he bit his lip and said, "Cousin Qing, I'm just asking. If I can't think of a way, forget it—"
Xin You raised his eyes and looked at the pale girl: "Cousin Ling, if you reject this marriage and exchange it for your comfortable life, will you be willing?"
"I don't care!" Duan Yunling blurted out.
Xin You smiled: "This is not just a casual comment, but it is really related to your future life. You should think carefully before answering."
Duan Yunling thought for a while and asked: "Cousin Qing said that losing the comfortable life now is because of the problem of food, clothing, housing and transportation?"
"That's not the case. It's just that the clothes and jewelry throughout the year are no longer valuable and diverse, and the dowry when you leave the court is not so generous..." Xin You looked into Duan Yunling's eyes, "Doesn't Cousin Ling complain about this?"
After hearing Xin You's words, Duan Yunling breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought even food and clothing would be a problem. Cousin Qing, aren't you talking about the life of an ordinary girl from an official family?"
The friends she usually hangs out with are all from similar backgrounds. Her father and brother have neither high nor low official positions. They originally came from rich families, but if they come from ordinary people who study hard, their lives will not be as glamorous as ordinary people think. It’s true that people will cut clothes and make jewelry all year round. Most of them are small and beautiful, and there are not many clothes and jewelry that can really support the appearance.
Thinking of this, Duan Yunling was stunned, and for the first time she seriously thought about a question: Since she and her friends have similar backgrounds, why do they have so many advantages in life?
Where did this money... come from?
Facing those clear, watery eyes, Duan Yunling suddenly shuddered, and a coldness quickly swept through his body.
Could it be that those rumors are true?
Duan Yunling opened his mouth, and his throat seemed to be strangled by invisible hands, unable to spit out a word.
"Cousin Ling can think so, then I will help you." Xin You didn't expect that her words would stir up waves in Duan Yunling's heart, so she reached out and patted him to express comfort.
These days, she is not only preparing for Mr. Song Ling's new book to be released, but she also wants to get back Kou Qingqing's family fortune. It shouldn't be difficult to solve Duan Yunling's troubles during the game with Shaoqing's Mansion.
Duan Yunling's eyes lit up: "Cousin Qing, what should I do?"
"As long as Cousin Ling doesn't change her mind, leave the rest to me."
"Don't I have to do anything?" Duan Yunling was a little uneasy, but even more ashamed.
"No need for now. I will tell you if necessary."
Duan Yunling interrupted Xin You: "Then I admit it. Cousin Qing, don't do risky things because of me."
She tried to resist, but if she couldn't, it wasn't her fault, let alone the people who helped her.
Duan Yunling left Wanqingju with a much lighter pace.
In the late winter of early winter, the flowers and trees had fallen leaves, making the place look a bit desolate. Fortunately, the warm sunlight poured into the room through the window, dispelling the darkness and coldness in the room.
"Girl, don't you have a lunch break?" Xiaolian, who already knew Xinyou's daily schedule, asked softly.
The third girl came over and said something that she didn't know, but it was obvious that she wasn't here to chat with the girl. Thinking of Xinyou's hard work writing books these days, Xiaolian couldn't help but feel sad.
"Xiao Lian, go back to the bookstore and bring me the manuscript in the second compartment of the bookcase on the west wall of the study." Xin You explained carefully.
Xiaolian agreed and walked out of Wanqingju quickly.
"Sister Xiaolian, please go out." The doorman guarding the corner door was very warm when he saw Xiaolian.
Xiaolian laughs
He agreed and left Shaoqing's Mansion very conveniently.
Everything was in order in the east courtyard of the bookstore. When Grandma Fang saw Xiaolian coming back, she was shocked: "Didn't you accompany the girl back to Shaoqing's house? Why did you come back suddenly?"
"Girl, you didn't bring something with you. Send me back to get it."
Aunt Fang felt relieved: "That's good, I thought something happened."
Xiaolian thought to herself, I'm afraid something is really going to happen, but there was no need to speak out and worry Nanny Fang about this speculation. She quickly found the box containing the manuscript, put the box and manuscript together and rushed back to Shaoqing's Mansion.
"Girl, the manuscript is back."
Xinyou took the box and opened it in front of Xiaolian.
There is a book lying quietly in the box. Different from the stories sold in bookstores, the cover of this book is blank and the binding is more casual. At first glance, it looks like a privately compiled manuscript.
Xiaolian received the manuscript without opening it. Now she stared at the manuscript and asked curiously: "Girl, is this a new book that our bookstore will sell?"
As someone who has been with Xin You day and night, Xiaolian knew early on that although these beautiful stories were told by Mr. Song Ling, the ghostwriter was Xin You.
"That's not it." Xin You put one hand gently on the book and raised the corners of her lips slightly, "This is written to get back Miss Kou's family property."
Xiaolian's eyes suddenly widened and she stared at the manuscript: "Can we use this to get our girl's wealth back?
The little maid's first reaction was disbelief, but looking at the calm and composed girl in front of her, those surprises turned into expectations.
From the time she followed the girl, she watched the girl resolve the crisis step by step. Today, the girl is the kind of person who can make the impossible possible.
"Girl, can I touch it?" Xiaolian's eyes were firmly glued to the manuscript.
Xinyou smiled and moved his hand away.
Xiaolian took a deep breath and tentatively stretched out her hand.
Xin You didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't worry, the manuscript won't bite anyone."
The little maid finally touched the book with her hand and showed a big smile: "What are you talking about, girl? I'm not worried about the manuscript biting someone."
She should soak up the fairy spirit first before talking.
"Okay, come with me to see Duan Shaoqing." Xin You put the manuscript away and stood up.
Xiaolian was stunned for a moment: "Girl, aren't you looking for the old lady?"
Aren't all those belongings in the old lady's hands?
Xin You's tone was firm, letting Xiao Lian know that she heard correctly: "No, go find Duan Shaoqing."
It is true that the old lady controls the money of the house, and the real pillar supporting Shaoqing's house is undoubtedly Duan Shaoqing.
Taking back most of Kou Qingqing's family property, something that would cause serious harm to Shaoqing's family, should naturally be approached by the real head of the Duan family.
At this time, Duan Shaoqing had just gotten up from his lunch break and was drinking hot tea to wake up when he heard from his servants that his cousin was here.
Duan Shaoqing was quite surprised and ordered his servants to invite people in.
