The night she stayed at Pei's house, Mi Xiayao was still worried that she would be embarrassed with Pei Xingyuan.
But who would have thought that the doctor had just prescribed medicine and briefly treated her ankle.
She never saw Pei Xingyuan again.
Until the next day when she was preparing to take a carriage back, only the housekeeper of Pei Mansion showed up during the whole journey.
She sat in the carriage and endured it again and again. Just before the carriage was about to leave, she raised the curtain and looked at the housekeeper.
"Where did Pei Xingyuan go?"
The housekeeper must have been warned. He said in a serious tone: "Something happened at Dali Temple last night. Your Excellency has not returned home all night."
"But is there anything I need to convey to you, sir?"
The butler asked in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
Mi Xiayao put down the curtain and couldn't see her expression. He could only hear her saying in a gentle tone: "No."
Then the sound of the wheels slowly sounded.
The housekeeper stood there with his hands respectfully clasped in front of him, watching the carriage turn a corner and disappearing, and then turned back to Pei Mansion.
In the Bieyuan, Mi Xiaobao, who had not seen Mi Xiayao all night, almost looked through the entire Bieyuan.
As soon as her carriage stopped at the door, she saw the servants of Mi Mansion standing at the door of her mansion, hesitant to speak.
"Auntie," the servant said in a low voice as if he was a little afraid of her and did not dare to raise his head, "the children in the courtyard have been noisy all night. We have ventilation through the wall... we can't disturb the residents."
Mi Xiayao stood tall and straight. She glanced at the servant and said, "Children don't know whether to make noise or not. My second uncle has never raised a child?"
"..." When the servant heard that she knew whose family she belonged to, she buried her head even deeper.
"Go back and tell your second uncle that children have this nature and no one can control them when they cry. Is it possible that he will attack a child who has not yet grown up?"
Mi Xiayao's words seemed soft, but they were actually very lethal.
She didn't care about the servant's reaction, so she walked straight into the courtyard without even giving the servant a look at the crack in the door.
Mi Xiaobao felt her coming back, and he suddenly woke up from his sleep, wailing and looking for her.
By the time the child smelled the familiar and reassuring scent, his thick eyelashes had long been wet with tears and clumped into clusters.
When Song Qiao learned that the child had been crying all night, she looked at the child even more distressedly. She had been particularly worried about her since yesterday, but she didn't worry about leaving her wife alone in the Pei Mansion.
Last night, no one in this special garden of feelings had a good night's sleep.
Mi Xiayao closed her eyes a little tiredly, but her mind was running clearly. After a while, she opened her eyes.
"Song Qiao, go and lock up all the evidence found by the Jingzhou City Chamber of Commerce and stuff it at the bottom of the box. You are not allowed to take it out without my permission."
Song Qiao was dozing off a second ago, but she suddenly woke up and responded neatly.
Mi Xiayao murmured in a low voice, "But I've been too arrogant in and out of the Chamber of Commerce recently... The whole capital is waiting for me here, so I can't waste such good attention."
"Speaking of which, Madam, when we first arrived at the Pei Mansion yesterday, why don't we check carefully the conversation the housekeeper had with Mr. Pei?"
Song Qiao heard Madam's doubts clearly, and she blurted out to ask Madam.
The hand patting Mi Xiaobao's back paused for a moment, then her red lips slightly raised in a slight arc, and her beautiful eyes were cast on Song Qiao.
There was unconcealable relief and recognition in his eyes.
"I'm not in good shape, but the whole capital knows that you are my maid. During this period, you have frequently been in and out of the Chamber of Commerce for me. Please come over."
She waved to Song Qiao to come over. When the master and servant came together, they heard Mi Xiayao whisper something.
Song Qiao's eyes immediately concealed a sly smile, and she looked up at Madam with a snickering smile.
"I know, let's go and get it done."
She hurried out.
Mi Xiayao coaxed Mi Xiaobao to sleep for a day. When she regained her energy, the sun was already setting when she woke up.
There are many letters and invitations piled up at Qianmen's house, waiting for her to deal with them.
Song Qiao had been busy all day. Although she was tired, she was quite happy doing this and ran around tirelessly for half a day.
When she returned to Bieyuan, Mi Xiayao was feeding Mi Xiaobao.
"Madam, it's worth asking around today. I actually found something."
She came over excitedly and said directly: "The Duan family's life is very difficult, especially for the old lady. It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. I heard that she disliked having three people in one room, so she made a fuss.
Several times.”
"Pick up the key points." Mi Xiayao interrupted Song Qiao without raising her head.
She is not interested in how miserable the Duan family is, she only cares about how to attack them to make things worse.
"This news is so weird. I couldn't believe it at first. In order to make her life better, Mrs. Duan also thought she was an old lady and went to meet the old man in the villa next door frequently..."
Mi Xiayao looked up at Song Qiao in shock, "?"
This news is really unexpected.
"Do you take your news seriously? It's not just fabricated by those gossips, right?"
Mi Xiayao frowned. After Pei Xingyuan mentioned the prince and the third prince to her last time, she became more cautious in doing things.
When Song Qiao heard that his wife didn't believe her, she suddenly became anxious.
"Do you know the identity of the old man from Bieyuan next door to Duan's house?"
"That's the third boss of the Fengxiang Chamber of Commerce. We've been running around the chamber of commerce these days. Don't you know the hierarchy within the chamber of commerce?"
Mi Xiayao raised her eyebrows. Mrs. Duan gave birth to Duan Honglin at a young age. Later, Mr. Duan died of illness. Duan Honglin happened to have married her at that time.
Therefore, the Duan family lived a very happy life, and Mrs. Duan did not have much loving relationship with her husband who died early.
"Are they really hanging out together?" she asked, unable to help but laugh.
Song Qiao also didn't expect that a woman in her 70s and 80s, who was about to become a grandmother, could still hook up with other heads of chambers of commerce.
"This news is absolutely true. Due to the relationship between Mrs. Duan and Mrs. Duan, the Duan family's life has become a lot smoother in recent times. However, Mr. Duan seems to be very disdainful of this matter, but he is too short-handed to say anything.
He has been trying his best to hide the news, fearing that the news would get out and people in the DPRK would take a copy of it."
Duan Honglin is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and what he does is equivalent to the face of the Ministry of Rites. Although he is a seventh- or eighth-rank official and has not yet reached that status, he is somewhat influential.
The old lady of the Duan family does not abide by the rules, which will inevitably affect Duan Honglin's image in the court.
"The sunset is red and bright. Unfortunately, Mrs. Duan is born with a show-off temperament. Even if we don't expose this matter, one day we will overturn this ditch."