Lunch was spent in a pleasant atmosphere, and the activities after the meal were very casual.

The entire sea of ​​flowers and food street are open to all guests. After a brief contact in the morning, everyone is very relaxed.

Many unmarried young men would also steal glances at girls of the same age. Their mothers understood this and consciously created opportunities for them to go to the garden together to enjoy the flowers.

In ancient times, this kind of opportunity was uncommon and everyone cherished it.

Xia Qianqian followed Ji Zimo to Ziwei Pavilion.

She calmly sat down at the table and said, "Cuilan, come here. Sit down."

Cuilan walked over timidly, not daring to sit down.

"Sit down and extend your hand." She ordered seriously.

Cuilan followed her words.

Xia Qianqian took her pulse carefully again, and Cuilan's face turned pale with fright.

"When did you start at Ziwei Pavilion?"

"Three years ago." She replied quietly.

"When did the grandma who works with you start cleaning here?" Ji Zimo interjected.

"Mama Xia has been in charge for about five years. She has been in poor health for the past year and collapsed three months ago."

Cuilan didn't understand what her illness had to do with Aunt Xia, but she still told the truth.

"Do you know where Aunt Xia lives?" Xia Qianqian asked.

"This slave knows that she lives in a house on the outskirts of Jiangcheng."

"Are you all from the Lord's Mansion of Sa Di City?" There are some things that Xia Qianqian wants to confirm again.

"Yes."

"I just saw the word "Sa" embroidered on the corner of your clothes? Does everyone have it?"

Cuilan nodded repeatedly and answered truthfully: "The maids and guards in the city lord's palace will have words embroidered on the corners of their clothes to identify themselves."

Xia Qianqian was curious, "Isn't the city lord afraid that bad guys will steal the clothes of the guards and slaves in the house and do bad things? Or someone will imitate him?"

"No." Cuilan said truthfully: "The maids and servants in the City Lord's Mansion are not allowed to enter or leave the City Lord's Mansion at will without permission."

"Okay!" Xia Qianqian had the answer she wanted, so she ordered: "The lotus flowers in the yard are blooming well. However, once the lotus flowers are picked from the water, they will easily wither when placed in the vase. This room is temporarily closed.

Need lotus flowers."

"But..." Cuilan stood up, looked at Ji Zimo aside, and said anxiously: "Girl, His Highness just said that he wanted to..."

"Do as she says." Ji Zimo said.

Cuilan nodded, hesitated, and whispered: "Girl, am I seriously ill?"

Her voice was trembling with fear.

"Don't worry too much. I'll give you some medicine later and it'll be fine."

"Thank you, girl." Cuilan was about to kneel down excitedly.

"Go and pour us a cup of tea." Ji Zimo ordered.

Cuilan quickly stood up again, stepped back, and hurried away.

Ji Zimo and Xia Qianqian sat across the table, "What did you find?"

"Maybe it has something to do with your imperial brother?" Xia Qianqian didn't hide anything.

Ji Zimo's face darkened, "Brother Huang died young. I have always believed that the cause of his death was strange, but unfortunately there are no clues. Until now, the old stubborn people in the court still blame the cause of his death on a ridiculous rumor.

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She has never seen him so out of control.

Obviously, he did not make a fuss, speak violently, or beat his chest or stamp his feet, but his anger was like volcanic lava accumulated at the bottom of the mountain. It had been brewing for a long time. It was not that it did not explode, but that the time had not yet come.

"Cuttlefish, no matter what the outcome of this matter is, you must remain calm."

"I understand, you said."

Xia Qianqian summed up what Nanny Gui had told her, took out a square scarf from her sleeve, opened it, and revealed another misty-colored handkerchief.

"This veil is the one given to Aunt Gui's apprentice Liniang when she was about to die."

She put the handkerchief on the table and spread it out. The misty-colored handkerchief looked like the scenery of Jiangnan, hazy and dense, with no special patterns or marks.

She couldn't see what was special about this veil.

Ji Zimo reached out and opened the handkerchief, looked at it carefully, and found nothing wrong. "This is a silk handkerchief. It looks ordinary, but the material is not made of ordinary spring silkworm silk."

"The colors of silk are mostly white and yellow, and this kind of navy blue silk is rare. I'm afraid not many people use this kind of silk to make handkerchiefs."

"Then this veil definitely does not belong to that Liniang. Then what is the mystery of this veil that she fought so hard to protect?"

The two fell into a brief silence.

This problem is currently unsolvable.

Xia Qianqian thought that there were many people waiting for her to put on makeup, so she stood up to leave. Before leaving, she couldn't help but turn around and reminded: "That Zhao Shu is very suspicious."

"What's suspicious about him?"

"With his beloved wife by his side, he always glances at the young master's banquet over there. That look in his eyes... tut tut."

Either it's an affair? Or there's something to hide.

Ji Zimo was dumbfounded by her, "Do you know too much?"

"No more, no more!" Xia Qianqian waved her hands repeatedly, "I know a little bit about the affairs between men and women. I have only heard about the affairs between men."

"Where did you know these messy things?" He stood up suddenly, his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

"I just read too many story books." She stepped back and explained: "You also noticed it, so you let Qingfeng follow him, didn't you?"

"I had doubts about him, but I never thought about that."

"I thought of all the problems you didn't think of for you. You should thank me."

Xia Qianqian jumped to her feet, turned around and ran. When she came to the door, she almost ran into Cuilan who was guarding outside.

"Girl, I'm sorry." Cuilan apologized repeatedly.

"It was my fault, and I am the one who should apologize."

Xia Qianqian straightened her body and emphasized: "Cuilan, I heard that His Highness the Xian King asked you to come from the City Lord's Mansion. You will be His Highness's servant from now on. If others ask you about His Highness the Xian King, what should they say and what should not be said?

Say, you should know it yourself. This is my kind reminder to you."

Cuilan stood up and stood stiffly, not daring to say anything. When she looked up again, the pink figure had already disappeared behind the arch.

In the Liushang Garden, Zhao Shu accompanied E Qiaomei around the hall, and everyone toasted to him to express their gratitude.

Zhao Shu was in high spirits and drank cups of sake. After a while, his cheeks turned red and his tone of voice became a little higher. "Everyone, keep drinking. Eat well and drink well."

Seeing that he was drunk, E Qiaomei hurriedly helped him and said, "Husband, please go back and rest for a while."

"Hey!" Zhao Shu was unwilling, "You are here, how can I leave you alone to greet others."

"The annual Flower Appreciation Festival is time-consuming and labor-intensive. I don't want to hold it again next year." After meeting him and seeing how he behaves when he likes someone, E Qiaomei's heart was completely cold.

"How can we not do it?" Zhao Shu lowered his voice and said softly: "You have been missing home and can't see your family or friends. I don't want to see your face crying all day long."

Zhao Shu's few words warmed E Qiaomei's heart again.

"Husband, you go and rest first. I will send someone to look for you later if something happens."

"Well, that's good." Zhao Shu, with the help of the servant, went to his bedroom.

He was drunk and hazy as he walked along with a frivolous pace, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

The servant helped him into the house, placed him on the couch, covered him with a quilt, carefully exited the door, and closed the door behind him.
Chapter completed!