The Famous Detective of the Red Mansion

It was approaching the Mid Autumn Festival.

Yuanyang's mood was quite complex.

Originally, relying on the support of the Eldest Madam and the halo of the top maid of the Rongguo Mansion, she quickly stabilized the situation in the Sun family, and even the cunning and eccentric stab like Siqi was suppressed. freёwebnoѵel.com

Seeing that the situation was improving, who could have thought there was another stir?

That day when she was planting flowers, she was scrutinized by the Second Master holding her ankles, causing many people to look at her. Although it turned out that the Second Master was indeed investigating a case and didn’t intend to flirt, the rumors in the backyard continued unabated, causing Yuanyang to become extremely annoyed and unable to return any further attacks.

If Sun Shaozong, like Jia She, openly harassed her, it would be easier for her to follow her strong character.

Sun Shaozong didn’t intentionally flirt but discovered important clues during the investigation process. He was momentarily lost in thought, and if she started making trouble just because of this, it would seem like a big fuss.

But those gossips could catch the wind and shadow; she couldn’t just ignore them, right?

Yuanyang sighed in frustration and was about to regain her composure and continue checking the payment for the Mid Autumn Festival purchase when she saw Xiuju come in from outside and say with a smile, "Sister, put away this matter first. Sister Ping'er just brought a gift from her Second Madam and is currently asking to talk to you.”

In the beginning, in the Rongguo Mansion, being best friends with Yuanyang were Ping'er and Xiren. Therefore, when she heard that Ping'er had arrived, Yuanyang simply tidied up the account books, then trimmed her temples in front of the bronze mirror, and followed Xiuju to the courtyard.

Coincidentally, Ping'er was also coming out of Jia Yingchun's house, and she met her, like honey, they stuck together and chatted like they couldn't fully express enough.

Finally, Yuanyang noticed that the little maid behind Ping'er was holding a slender box, which stopped the conversation and said in surprise, "Whose is this for? Why did you take it out?”

At first glance, that box was not something that servant girls could exchange with each other. However, if it were a gift for the Master's family, it should have been handed over to Jia Yingchun as well.

“It's a congratulatory gift from Second Master to Left Councilor Sun.”

As Ping’er spoke, she pushed the boat along the river and asked for the gift, apologizing, "I should have given it to the Elder Madam as well. However, the Second Master has a few words that he instructed me to explain clearly in person. I'm afraid it would be helpful if you could take me to see Lord Sun.”

In the eyes of others, she naturally went with Yuanyang to avoid suspicion.

But Yuanyang was very clear about their relationship, especially when she remembered that she had jokingly said she wanted to stand guard for the two of them. Yuanyang couldn't help but suddenly jump in her heart and secretly shout that Ping'er asked her over; was she really...

Fortunately, she was also a wealthy woman who knew that in front of others, she could never show any flaws. So she clenched her handkerchief tightly in her sleeve and pretended to smile lightly, saying, "What are you saying, it’s just something small.”

As she spoke, she explained to Xiuju again and then twisted his slender waist with willows and led Ping’er towards the west courtyard where Sun Shaozong was located.

Just as she didn't walk far, Yuanyang walked slowly at her feet. Finally, she arrived near the West Cross Courtyard, but she stopped from afar and whispered, "There are so many people in that courtyard; you must not act recklessly.”

Ping'er saw Yuanyang walking slower and slower. She had already guessed what she was worried about. Upon hearing this, she reached out and poked her finger on Yuanyang's forehead, jokingly saying, "Who do you think I am? The sky is clear and the sun is bright; how dare I act recklessly? I have something serious to report to Lord Sun.”

Thinking about her usual temperament, it was indeed the most stable, so when she first learned that she was having an affair, Yuanyang couldn't believe it.

Yuanyang breathed a slight sigh of relief and was about to get up again when someone suddenly smiled and said, "Since it's a serious matter, let's find a quiet place to avoid being heard by others.”

The two women were startled and followed the sound, only to see a burly figure emerge from behind the weeping willow. But who else could it be if it weren't Sun Shaozong?

It turned out that Sun Shaozong had heard that Ping’er was coming, and he also knew that a few days ago, the Jiangnan side had just sent the account book. He guessed that Wang Xifeng had sent Ping’er over and had something to discuss with him, so he waited outside first.

“Second Master.”

“Lord Sun.”

The two women hurriedly approached to salute, but one called sweetly, while the other's voice trembled slightly.

Sun Shaozong didn't answer either; he waved his hand and walked into a courtyard on the left with dense flowers and plants.

Ping’er didn't hesitate to follow up, and although Yuanyang was also forcing forward step by step, her two long legs wrapped in the skirt were soft and unable to exert any force.

And with every step taken, her left ankle felt faintly hot, as if it had been tightly locked and held in one's hand for a closer look.

As she hesitated, she saw the distance gradually widen from the two in front. With a bite of Yuanyang's silver teeth, she was about to accelerate her pace when he saw Sun Shaozong turn around and smile, "Thank you, Yuanyang. Please wait here for a moment and let me have a few personal words with Ping’er.”

Before he could finish speaking, he boldly took Ping’er's small hand and led her into the grape trellis in a corner of the courtyard to see Ping’er's obedient appearance. However, what else could he care about?

While the one he was holding was clearly the gentle hand of Ping’er, Yuanyang seemed to have been pinched by someone with a suppressed redhead and a swollen brain, panting for no reason.

After a while, she hugged her chest and nervously looked back. After confirming that there was no one else around, she still felt uneasy. So she gritted her teeth and even hid in the bushes by the roadside.

After hiding, she felt that something was wrong. If someone found her in the middle of the road, she could still find ways to explain it. But now, if someone saw this hidden and exposed appearance, she might not be able to prove her innocence even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

When she returned to the middle of the road to guard, Yuanyang couldn't muster the courage. After hesitating in the bushes for a long time, she suddenly became angry and resentful. It was clear that Ping'er had an affair with the Second Master, so how could it be that she was in a dilemma instead?

Upon this thought, Yuanyang involuntarily shifted her attention to the grape trellis, and in an instant, the frantic movement filled her ears.

However, in addition to the expected movements, there was also a hint of the creaking and twisting movements of iron objects constantly rubbing against each other.

This seemed to be…

The swing?!

As the saying goes:

Trapped on the swing to relieve the skirt, giving guidance.

Seeing guests come in and leave with a smile, I rub my hands against the plum blossom reflecting the middle door.