Ping'er nodded, "Yes, I'll do it now!"

"Wait a minute." Mrs. Zhou called to Ping'er again.

"Don't rush to find the coachman yet. First, let's find out whether the master will be at home tonight? Whose yard will he rest in?" Mrs. Zhou said.

Ping'er nodded, went out, and came in again after a while.

"I have inquired about it. The master left the house in the afternoon and has not come back yet. The person in charge said that the master had an explanation before he left and that he would have some entertainment tonight."

That means whether I can go back to sleep tonight or not is unknown.

"What kind of bullshit entertainment, sleeping outside with flowers and willows is more like it." Zhou said.

He waved his hand and said, "Ignore him. He can sleep wherever he likes. Go quickly and find me the coachman. I want to interrogate him face to face!"

"Yes!" Ping'er responded and left the room.

Soon, Ping'er brought the carriage driver to Zhou's house.

Mr. Zhou was sitting at a small table in the inner room, drinking tea, with his legs crossed, dressed in jewels and with a calm and calm face.

The coachman knelt down at the door of the inner room, outside the broken jade curtain, and accepted Zhou's interrogation.

The maid Ping'er stood aside with her hands hanging down.

"Madam, I really don't know where the young lady is going in the end. I just followed the master's order to pick up the young lady outside the gate of Yuncheng, and then let the young lady and the maid down, and then left first.

" said the coachman.

Zhou directly poured over the half-drunk hot tea.

The broken jade curtain blocked part of the tea, but some of the tea still splashed on the coachman's face and body.

"You dare to talk nonsense with me? You are talking about your eighteenth generation ancestors!"

Mr. Zhou directly swore.

Then, she stood up, came over, opened the broken jade curtain, and slapped the bewildered coachman on the face.

"Snapped!"

It was so clear and loud that it knocked the coachman down immediately.

Zhou pointed at the carriage driver's head and shouted: "Eat my food, wear my clothes, use my food, and drag your family and family all close to our Yang family. Only then can we survive."

"Even the master relies on my money to turn around the business and my family's connections to do business."

"You still dare to help him deceive me? Are you itchy or are you tired of living?"

"Tell me quickly, where did the master ask you to send the young mistress?" Zhou asked again.

The coachman covered his red and swollen face, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging for mercy: "Madam, please spare me, I really don't know..."

Mrs. Zhou snorted coldly and stopped beating and scolding the coachman.

She turned around, walked back to the table, sat down, and said, "Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore. Seeing that you are doing your best to help the master, it's time for me to reward you."

After saying this, Mrs. Zhou turned her gaze to Ping'er who was standing aside.

"Ping'er, if I remember correctly, what is the name of his daughter?"

"Red sleeves." Ping'er reminded.

"Yes, yes, red sleeves." Zhou said.

"If I remember correctly, that girl seems to be of marriageable age, right?" Ms. Zhou asked again.

Ping'er thought for a moment and said: "I am twelve years old this year, a bit younger..."

Mrs. Zhou said: "Twelve years old is not too young. It's better to settle down the marriage first so that you can feel at ease."

"Well, who should I give it to? By the way, Lao Zhang, who specializes in pouring night fragrance in our house, did his wife die last month?" asked Mrs. Zhou.

Ping'er nodded, "Yes, she died in childbirth when she was giving birth to her sixth child. I heard that she hadn't even given birth yet because Lao Zhang drank too much and beat his wife. The poor woman was beaten to death, and finally

One corpse, two lives..."

Mrs. Zhou touched her palm and said, "Okay, then I'll make the decision, Madam. Let's give Hongxiu to Lao Zhang to fill his house!"

Ping'er: "..."

Over there, the coachman knelt on the ground and listened carefully. When he heard this, the coachman could no longer bear it.

He knelt down to the curtain with a pale face and said, "Madam, please, I beg you, please don't promise my daughter to that Lao Zhang."

"He became a drunkard and beat his two wives to death."

"He is several years older than me. My daughter is only twelve years old. If she is promised to him, she will really have no chance of survival!"

"Madam, I'm kowtowing to you. I beg you to be merciful and spare my daughter!"

The coachman banged his head on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the skin on his forehead was cut and bleeding.

Zhou didn't even blink, and her expression didn't change at all.

"Why are you crying? If you marry a man who is older than yourself and knows how to take care of your daughter, you will feel relieved." Mrs. Zhou said.

"You are so loyal to me. I am grateful to you before it is too late. You should be rewarded." She added.

Now, the coachman was even more anxious.

"Madam, it's my fault. I'll tell you. I'll say anything. I just ask you, madam, not to embarrass my daughter..."

…

In the backyard of Yang Mansion, in that remote and inconspicuous courtyard, Yang Wenxuan and Ms. Xie were lying on the bed, and Ms. Xie was nestled in Yang Wenxuan's arms.

"Master, are you telling the truth? Can you really move me to Licheng and give us a good place for mother and son?" Ms. Xie raised her head, looked at Yang Wenxuan's chin, and asked.

Yang Wenxuan lowered his head, raised his hand and gently held Xie's chin, and kissed her hard on the lips.

"Well, that's my plan. In this way, we can stay and fly together in Licheng."

"When the time comes, if you give me more sons, I will want them from you!" Yang Wenxuan said.

Mr. Xie looked yearning.

"If we could really leave here, go to a place where no one knows us, and start over,"

"Then the children don't need to leave my body. That's really the best ending." Xie said.

Yang Wenxuan nodded: "Ms. Zhou is jealous, and I even doubt that I, who have had no heirs all these years, have anything to do with her."

"Is that so?" Mr. Xie was surprised again.

Yang Wenxuan said ‘hmm’, “So many concubines, beautiful as flowers, young and healthy,”

"I ask the doctor to come back every year to check their pulse. They are all fine and can give birth."

"But for so many years, none of them have had any children, and all their children are born to the Zhou family. There is something wrong with this."

"Master," Mr. Xie sat up.

"Since you are already suspicious, why don't you stop it?" she asked.

Yang Wenxuan said: "I have been investigating secretly, but I have not found any conclusive evidence."

"Besides, the state has national laws and the family has family rules. She is responsible for taking care of this backyard. Due to family rules and etiquette, I cannot interfere too much," he said.

"So," Yang Wenxuan lowered his head and looked at Mr. Xie in his arms.
Chapter completed!