Butler Wang raised his eyes and carefully looked at the person in front of him.
Not letting Miss Jin Yin know about the man's death meant that he had to make up a lie first and figure out where the little girl would go.
Although it is just a matter of words, there is inevitably trouble involved. At least these people in Zhuya Courtyard must all speak the same language.
"I heard that the Chen family is talking about getting married recently?"
Pei Yanzhou spoke, interrupting Butler Wang's thoughts.
He did not move, standing like a cedar tree under the lights on the eaves, looking at the courtyard with a calm tone.
But Butler Wang only felt that the oppression was getting worse and he did not dare to raise his head again. He bowed and looked at the ground, "Back to the prince, just as the prince said, Concubine Rong in the palace is also looking at Chen Zhipeng, but the young master is now in the eyes of others. He's like a useless person, I guess it's hard for this marriage to happen."
"How can it be so difficult?"
Pei Yanzhou chuckled, his low and hoarse voice floating around, "Let people keep an eye on Ye Wanqiu and see how many banquets she is going to next month."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Pei Yanzhou stood on the corridor for a while, then he turned around and stepped into the house again when he was about to leave.
"Send the things in the study here."
Butler Wang retreated, and only Cang Lin and Biyu were left outside the house.
Without Song Jinyin in front of her, Biyu's expression became a bit colder and her aura was stronger than during the day.
"If I can take the errand by myself, I would like to follow and check on the girl from the Ye family."
"If you don't show your face in front of her today, you might still be able to follow her."
Cang Lin raised her eyes, remembering what she had just said for Song Jinyin, and her thoughts inevitably fell on the prince's empty backyard.
"Do your job well. There are some things that you and I can't say much about."
"Before entering the house, I occasionally felt that the sword hurt my hands. After entering the house, I sometimes envy you for carrying the sword."
"I don't have a sword, but I can give you a wooden sword."
After finishing speaking, Kurin took out a palm-long wooden sword from his waist and handed it over. There was a small "Xuan" character engraved on the handle.
"Xuan Yi has been recovering from his injuries recently. He has made at least a dozen of these and sent them out, but no one wanted them."
"Xuan Yi?"
Biyu took it and played with it up and down, "I'm sure I'm free. Give me another one and I'll take it in for Miss Jin Yin tomorrow."
Cang Lin always felt that something was not right, but seeing that someone wanted this thing, he still nodded, "I don't have it with me, I'll get it later."
The two of them talked about old things along the wooden sword in the night, and in the corner of their eyes was the figure of Butler Wang returning.
When going down the stone steps, I glanced behind me several times.
"That little girl is still diligent and loves to run."
"Which little girl?"
Biyu put the wooden sword away and looked at Butler Wang who had sent the letter.
"Xueyu came here in a hurry, stood there and looked at it several times, and then ran back in a hurry."
"I didn't see her just now. She probably saw me outside. I guessed that the prince was in the house, so she didn't dare to come over."
"Maybe, I didn't even stop calling. I have to tell her tomorrow not to mention what happened today."
After hearing what Butler Wang said, Cang Lin raised his eyes and looked at the end of the corridor.
There was no one next to the white wall, except for the slightly swaying lights and the swaying shadows of trees reflected on the wall.
He is less courageous than a rabbit, but he doesn't trust others all day long.
After coming back to his senses, Cang Lin looked back in front of him.
...
At this time, there was silence in the house.
Pei Yanzhou was sitting in front of the desk, and when he raised his eyes, he could see the person on the bed.
Song Jinyin still slept uneasily. In a daze, she seemed to have fallen from an abyss into the bottom of a pool. Her whole body was soaked in water. The little girl's ferocious face kept changing, and Ye Wanqiu's accusations made her gasp. Don't be angry.
But it shouldn't be like this, she knew very well.
She couldn't have saved her.
Someone called her name in her ears. The voice was low, as if it came through the deep water of the pool. He opened the surface of the pool little by little, pulled her, and stopped her sinking.
Early the next morning, Song Jinyin got up from the bed with sleepy eyes.
There was no one else in the room, but there was an extra desk in the originally small room. In addition to clean papers, there were also a few pens and a small inkstone on it.
Her dark eyes rolled a little, and she walked around the room, reaching out her hand and patting her forehead, trying to regain some clarity.
The cuffs slid down, revealing slender wrists.
The mark that the little girl pinched eagerly yesterday was covered with a layer of green ointment, and a faint fragrance could be smelled when waving her wrist.
But Song Jinyin didn't bother to look at the traces left at the moment.
She just pursed her lips helplessly, watching the place that belonged to her getting smaller and smaller.
Pei Yanzhou may be crazy.
But this kind of uncertainty is also the only thing she can rely on now.
When Biyu pushed open the door and entered, Song Jinyin stood in front of the desk in a daze, her fingertips resting on the pen holder, wondering what she was thinking.
"Why did you get up so early? Come and drink medicine first."
Biyu remembered Butler Wang's instructions, put down the things in her hands, and waited for Song Jinyin to ask about the little girl yesterday.
According to the instructions, the little girl did not die, but she was given a sum of money and sent out of the house.
But after waiting for a long time, Biyu didn't hear Song Jinyin speak.
Instead, he saw her choose a thick light-colored dress from the wooden cabinet, and then took a simple hairpin from the box.
"I have to go to Third Miss's place during these days, so it's not easy to delay, but Doctor Shen's medicine is really useful. Next time I leave the house, I should pick up some thank you gifts to send."
"...Okay, I'll help you choose."
Apart from her tired look, Biyu didn't see anything wrong with Song Jinyin's face.
The girl in front of her was joking with her as if nothing was wrong, but her bright eyes were a little less lively and her smile was a little more deliberate than usual.
Biyu sighed in her heart, but then she seemed to think of something and her heart sank slightly.
Obviously speaking out could get her master to coax her a little more, but she chose to hold on alone, even daring to reveal her fear in her sleep.
Would such a girl really value the status of the concubine in the backyard, bow to her, and compete with others for the illusory respect and favor?
Biyu suddenly felt a little unsure, recalling her contacts with Song Jinyin these days.
When talking about my concubine, she always just listened quietly, smiled or laughed at herself, and never nodded along with the words.
In other words, the girl in front of her seemed to have not really accepted that statement when others were speculating on her future identity.
She might not care at all.
"Why is there a wooden sword here? It's very interesting. Does it belong to my sister?"
Song Jinyin's words brought Biyu back to her senses. She glanced at the girl with curved eyebrows with complicated eyes and suppressed what she was thinking.
"Xuan Yi made it. I thought it was interesting, so I took one for you."
"Then I'm going to hang it on the door."
It was as if nothing had happened, no one mentioned what happened yesterday, and no one dared to think about it further.
When she stepped out of the yard, Song Jinyin saw Xueyu coming back with fresh soil. She had sweat on her forehead. She was carrying a basin in each of her two tiny arms. She was walking fast and working neatly.
Song Jinyin frowned and waited for her to put down her things before calling her.
Although Xueyu works in the outer courtyard, she doesn't have to do any of these manual jobs. Apart from what she has on hand, she at most helps take care of the gardens in Zhuya Courtyard, rarely even sweeping.
"Why do you have to carry these things?"
Song Jinyin was the maid after all. When she asked her seriously, the seriousness in her brows made the boy working next to her a little scared.
Xueyu originally saw her and ran over happily without wiping off the yellow mud on her face. However, when her eyes fell on Biyu next to her, she suddenly stopped.
There was some distance between her and Song Jinyin, and she raised her hands to wipe her face, her face slightly red under the mud.
Seeing that she couldn't wipe it clean, Xueyu's eyes were filled with eagerness, and she felt cramped and embarrassed.
