As soon as she returned to Xinuang Pavilion, Wanyue felt a little uneasy and asked Grandma Wang to come into the house.
The two of them talked quietly for a while. After they finished speaking, Grandma Wang's face was filled with horror: "Miss, was it really you who acted like a ghost last year?"
Wanyue nodded. Grandma Wang was a little confused as to why the young lady did this.
But thinking that Aunt Gui was back now, and after hearing what she said just now, she stopped asking any more questions, and just told Wanyue to be careful and pay attention to Aunt Gui these days.
Wanyue nodded in agreement, and after letting Aunt Wang go out, she sat by the bed for a long time. In her mind was Aunt Gui's sly smile today, and she couldn't help but feel a little hairy in her heart.
She also knew that Grandma Wang was worried about her.
But there was nothing she could do.
She couldn't help but think about the things she had experienced in her previous life.
The next day was the Qiaoqiao Festival. Wanyue didn't think about it. Grandma Wang followed her instructions early in the morning and went to the Xingwangge Bank outside Zhengyang Gate to do some business.
Other people in the mansion have different ideas. The legitimate son of Fujin has made his position more stable. Women like them want to live a good life in Baylor Mansion, and heirs are the key point. Of course, Lord Baylor is a key figure among them.
Especially Zhou Gege, she is the one who is most eager to give birth. Among the concubines in the house, she has the lowest status, so on every big day, she has to personally select suitable clothes and jewelry for this purpose.
Can leave a good impression in front of Lord Belle.
Grandma Wang set off at midnight and returned to Xinuang Pavilion at the end of the day. She saw Wanyue sitting at the table, absent-minded, and couldn't help but ask: "Miss, the old slave is back."
After hearing this, Wanyue raised her head and saw that Grandma Wang was back, her face relaxed a little, "Mammy, how did things go?"
Grandma Wang smiled and said: "Everything is fine, just as Miss expected. Please rest assured, Miss! I have asked the guy to do as I said."
Wanyue nodded after hearing this, "Mommy is reliable in her work. Now that the guy's matter has been resolved, I feel relieved."
"But..." Grandma Wang stopped talking.
Wanyue looked at Grandma Wang and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Grandma? It doesn't matter if you have anything to say."
Grandma Wang hesitated for a while and said, "Miss, why did you pretend to be a ghost in the first place?"
Wanyue was silent for a long time, thinking of her past life, a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes.
The daughter-in-law Fujin Wanyue who was content to be a quail in the backyard, the Wanyue who was timid and cowardly, the Wanyue who thought that patience would keep her safe, but in the end nothing was saved.
Wanyue doesn't want to live like that again. She will never make the same mistakes again, so she must become stronger and become good enough.
"Mommy, you don't need to know too much. You just need to know that I only teach bad people a lesson." Wanyue said lightly.
When Grandma Wang saw this, she could only give up and sighed slightly in her heart. The young lady began to change at some point. Maybe this was a good thing.
After dinner, it was getting dark. Wanyue went back to her room, took off her cumbersome clothes, shoes and socks, and lay on the bed wearing a plain white and thin middle coat. She closed her eyes and rested, thinking about last year's pretending to be a ghost.
At that time, I felt peaceful in my heart.
Unknowingly, she fell asleep.
It's late at night and the moon is hidden in the clouds.
In the middle of the night, suddenly a sharp and piercing cry seemed to come from the yard: "Woooooo~~~~"
Wanyue was woken up. She put on some clothes and opened the window and looked out. She saw a thin child kneeling on the ground crying in the rain. He wore a gray single robe and squatted on the stone slab with his little feet exposed.
On the way, I hung my hands on my chest and kept sobbing.
Wanyue frowned, opened the door and walked out. When she walked in, she looked at the child's back and asked softly: "Whose child is it? Why is it crying in Xinuang Pavilion in the middle of the night?"
The child raised his head when he heard the sound. He had a delicate little face with watery eyes. He was about six or seven years old. His face was fair and his skin was smooth and delicate. His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to that of Yinqi. The difference was that Yinqi was different.
His forehead was full and round, but this little boy looked thin and thin.
He looked directly at Wanyue with his big eyes, his eyes slightly red.
Wanyue was stunned by his eyes and couldn't help asking: "Child, what's wrong with you?"
The little boy bit his lip, suddenly stood up and grabbed Wanyue's arm: "Why did you pretend to be a ghost to scare my mother and cause her to have a miscarriage? It was you who killed me, I hate you!"
Wanyue's heart trembled suddenly, and her face turned pale instantly, "What did you say? Why did you mean I pretended to be a ghost and killed you? I...I don't understand..."
Wanyue's body shook a few times and she almost couldn't stand.
The little boy continued to cry: "Oh, oh, oh, you killed me! You killed me! You killed me!"
After the little boy finished crying, he put down the hand holding Wanyue's arm. Wanyue felt the residual warmth on the little boy's hand, and then she came back to her senses, twitching the corner of her mouth and pretending to ask: "Little friend, haven't you been there yet?"
On the Hungry Ghost Festival, ghosts will come out?"
The little boy stared with his big round eyes, "I didn't lie to you! Why did you pretend to be a ghost and kill me! You are a bad person!"
Wanyue was stunned for a moment and did not answer. How could such a young child know so much?
Wanyue looked at the little boy, but the little boy stared at Wanyue without fear.
Wanyue thought for a while and asked slowly: "Child, tell me who said I killed you?"
The little boy snorted coldly, turned around with disdain and ran outside.
Wanyue quickly chased after him, only to find that the little boy had disappeared into the night. Wanyue shouted anxiously: "Kid! Stop, where are you going?"
No sound came back to her, so Wanyue ran back to the yard and looked around, but she couldn't see the little boy.
Wanyue's heart skipped a beat and she quickly ran into the back room.
"Miss, what's wrong? Why are you up?" Grandma Wang heard the noise and ran in.
Wanyue hurriedly said: "Mommy, I...I just saw a child slipping away from the yard."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Children?! Miss, it's already very late at this hour! Are you sure you read it correctly?" Grandma Wang said in surprise.
Wanyue nodded: "I'm sure. I saw it with my own eyes, mama, that kid was here to pretend to be a ghost, but I saw through it, so he must have nothing to do with Dongnuan Pavilion."
"What should we do?" Grandma Wang glanced at Wanyue and asked with her eyes wide open.
"Mommy, don't worry, I know it well. The fact that the child can enter Xi Nuan Pavilion means that we have people from their side in Xi Nuan Pavilion. We should be more careful in our actions in the future." Wanyue said firmly.
"That's what the lady said." Grandma Wang also calmed down. Now she is the only one who is relatively reliable around the lady. This girl Yudan doesn't know what her family background is, so she is always a little worried.
It would be great if her good sister, Grandma Li, could also come to take care of the young lady. Grandma Wang couldn't help but long for it.
After a long while, Wanyue waved her hand to Grandma Wang and said, "Mammy, please go back first and don't worry about me."
Seeing Wanyue's firm attitude, Grandma Wang had no choice but to sigh and retreat.
Wanyue returned to the bed and thought carefully about what happened tonight. Guar Jiayinan tried his best to figure out these things? For what purpose?
A bad premonition arose in Wanyue's heart.
In a flash, it was July 14th.
As soon as noon passed, Grandma Gui seemed to be in a hurry and went to the front yard to find Housekeeper Yan, her face extremely serious.
"What's wrong?" Butler Yan asked.
Aunt Gui lowered her head and said: "Housekeeper Yan, when I went out to do things for my son Fujin recently, I met a waiter who actually talked to me about last year's Ghost Festival, when Fujin's Tara family asked him to buy a set of sacrificial rituals.
It’s a gift, and the gift happens to contain equipment for pretending to be a ghost. I think this thing is a bit weird, so I came here to tell you about it.”
As Grandma Gui spoke, her tone became more solemn.
After hearing what Grandma Gui said, Butler Yan rolled his eyes twice and lowered his head to think about something.
After quite a while, Butler Yan said, "Mother Gui, what you said is indeed questionable."
"The old slave thought so too. That day the boy and I happened to meet each other on the street. As soon as the boy saw the carriage of our Wubeile Mansion, he immediately recognized it and said he was a boy from the bank owned by the Tara family of Xifujin.
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"Then I'll send someone to investigate and see what clues can be found." Butler Yan lowered his head and said.
After all, she is the grandma of Fujin, the direct descendant of Baylor Mansion, and the strict housekeeper cannot be neglected, but the matter also concerns Fujin. If he, the housekeeper, takes sides at will, he may cause trouble for himself.
Therefore, Butler Yan decided to wait for the matter to be investigated before handling it.
After Aunt Gui left, Housekeeper Yan immediately sent someone to investigate the authenticity of the matter.
A day passed and still no news came.
Butler Yan couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He always had a bad feeling in his heart and kept praying that nothing would go wrong.
At the end of the third quarter, the people sent to investigate came back, and Butler Yan stayed in the study to sort out Yinqi's books.
Hearing the knock on the door, Butler Yan immediately frowned: "Come in."
A boy pushed the door open and walked in, lowered his head and said: "Steward Yan, the guy from Xingwang Pavilion Bank has brought it."
"I just asked you to investigate clearly who asked you to bring the person." Butler Yan looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, how he did things.
At this time, a familiar voice sounded, "I asked him to bring it."
Both of them were shocked when they heard this, and looked back together, only to see Wu Beile standing behind them, with Wu Beile's expression a little grim.
The two people hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Slave, please see Lord Baylor."
Yinqi said lightly: "Get up."
When Butler Yan heard this, he stood up immediately, feeling a little uneasy as to how Lord Baylor knew about this.
Seeing the confused look on Butler Yan's face, Yinqi ordered Butler Yan: "Guan Yan's family, go and call Mr. Tara, the son of Fujin, to the study."
"Yes." Butler Yan agreed and exited the room.
Yinqi sat on the chair in front of the desk, waiting.
After a while, Wanyue took Grandma Wang into the study slowly and leisurely. As soon as she entered the room, she said, "Greetings to Mr. Baylor."
Grandma Wang plopped down beside her and knelt down to salute Yinqi.
Yinqi glanced at them coldly and said with a cold face: "Get up."
Wanyue and Grandma Wang then stood up. Wanyue raised her head and glanced at Yinqi, but his face looked ashen.
Standing next to him were Butler Yan and a clerk from Xingwangge Bank.
Yinqi's face looked a little ugly at the moment. When he went to his direct descendant Fujin's room yesterday, he still didn't believe it when he heard Aunt Gui talking about it.
At this moment, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, because just now, the person sent to investigate brought the clerk, and when he asked, it turned out that as Grandma Gui said, Yue'er had sent the clerk to buy clothes.
The props the ghost needs.
He looked at Wanyue with his brows furrowed and his eyes a little complicated.
The clerk from Xingwangge Bank next to him stood there in a daze.
Yinqi was silent for a while and then said: "You all can have the afternoon, this guy and Yue'er will stay."
Butler Yan and Grandma Wang looked at each other. Since Lord Beile said so, they had no choice but to leave first.
After the two walked out of the room, Yinqi couldn't help but ask: "Yue'er, do you know this guy?"
Wanyue then turned around to look and nodded, "This is the guy from Xingwangge Bank."
When Yinqi heard this, his eyebrows knitted together. This matter really had something to do with her.
"Why would you send this person to do such a thing?" Yinqi asked Wanyue excitedly.
Wanyue was startled by Yinqi, and she said with an aggrieved face: "I don't know what Lord Baylor is referring to."
"You don't know? How could you not know? Don't you want to frame Fujin?" Yinqi was a little annoyed and spoke incoherently.
"Master Beile has misunderstood me, I don't dare." Wanyue lowered her head slightly, as if the good show she expected was about to take place.
"Why don't you dare? Do you dare to admit that you are the one pretending to be a ghost?" Yinzhi stared at Wanyue, his heart full of shock, "How could you do such a thing? This is a serious crime of murdering Fujin."
The boy next to him was trembling slightly. The nanny had warned him before that he must speak at the right time.
"Master Beile, please calm down. I'm afraid there is a hidden secret in this. How could I possibly murder Fujin? If Lord Beile doesn't believe it, you can send people to Xinuang Pavilion to search."
Seeing that Yinqi didn't believe her, Wanyue complained a little in her heart. Yinqi's temper was really good. He would believe whatever others said.
"Search? Ben Beile wants to see how brave you are!" After that, Yinqi turned around and left.
"Wait a minute!" Seeing that Yinqi was about to leave, Wanyue hurriedly called him.
Yinqi stopped and sneered, "What else do you want to do? Do you still want to quibble?"
