tallest building

Chapter 96 To add fuel to the fire

"You can go down first!" Seeing that Gong Xu didn't speak for a long time, Yun Ying told Ma Ping'an to go down first.

"Master," Sang Er said sweetly, taking Gong Xu's hand, "Do you still care about someone as vicious as Consort Song?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Yunying hurriedly interrupted her, "Master will make his own decision."

“I’m not lying. Aunt Song doesn’t truly care about Master at all. Otherwise, why would she keep harming people in this mansion?” Sang Er said. “If anyone were to lie to me like this, I would hate them to death!”

"Alright, alright, stop adding fuel to the fire. Go back now!" Yunying pushed Sang Er toward the door. "Go back and tell Madam that Master has eaten, and that she can rest assured."

Sang Er, that clever little devil, did not return to Lingyue Pavilion, but instead turned around and went to Ruixiang Residence.

The weather was unbearably hot, and my face was already covered in sweat when I arrived.

"Miss Sang Er, what brings you here? Did Madam send you here to give you some instructions?" Ma Ping'an was having tea with two people under the shade of a tree when he saw Sang Er arrive and quickly stood up.

“It wasn’t Madam who asked me to come; I came of my own accord,” Sang Er said with a smile.

"Brother Ma, it's so hot, have you eaten yet?" Sang Er asked sweetly.

"Let's ask those mothers to go eat first," Ma Pingan said. "We'll talk about the rest later."

“It must be so hard for you to watch over people in this weather, Brother Zhang. I have a little money here. Could you please go to the street and buy some sour plum drink and crispy cakes? Don’t buy too little; everyone in this courtyard needs to be accounted for.” Sang Er took out the money.

"How could I let you spend the money?" Ma Ping'an said. "I'll treat you."

"Forget it! You have a whole family to support!" Sang Er stopped him. "If I say I'll treat, then I'll treat. Don't argue with me."

Sang Er was beautiful and lively, and none of the servants (male) in the mansion disliked her.

“Since Miss Sang Er is so generous, then I’ll accept it without hesitation.” The servant surnamed Zhang took the money, “but I’m afraid I can’t carry it all by myself.”

Another servant surnamed Chen got up and went with him.

After those two left, only Ma Ping'an and Sang Er remained.

“You went to give your reply just now and angered the master,” Sang Er said. “His face was as black as if it was about to rain, and I was so scared that I didn’t dare to breathe.”

"Oh dear, it was my carelessness. I shouldn't have gone to report to the master," Ma Ping'an said with some regret.

“There’s no need to regret it. I know you were doing it for Madam’s sake,” Sang Er said.

“That’s right! How can the madam be happy to have such a troublemaker around?” Ma Ping’an said. “The master is indulging in a life of debauchery every day and doesn’t do anything about her. I went to see the master to share the burden with the madam.”

“Brother Ma, as you know, Madam values ​​you highly and intends to put you in charge of the household,” Sang Er whispered. “You could say she trusts you completely.”

“I am naturally grateful that you value me so much, and I will serve you like a slave for the rest of my life to repay your kindness,” Ma Ping’an said. “As for whether I can manage the household in the end, I’ll leave it to fate.”

“Brother Ma, that’s not how it works. Actually, the master also hates this Song fellow to the core, but he just can’t bring himself to do it right now,” Sang Er said. “When the master can’t bring himself to do it, we can’t just stand by and watch. Don’t you think so?”

Ma Ping'an looked at her as if he were seeing her for the first time: "So what do you mean?"

"Isn't that woman surnamed Song always clamoring to see the master?" Sang Er smiled. "Let her go and cause a scene in front of the master..."

Ma Ping'an understood: "The more she makes a fuss, the more annoyed the master will become, and the faster he will make a decision." "That's exactly what I mean," Sang Er said. "I just don't know if you, Brother Ma, are willing to take responsibility for this?"

"You're being too polite. I, Ma Ping'an, am not just a smooth talker. As long as I can be loyal to Madam, what wouldn't I dare to do?" Ma Ping'an patted his chest and said.

"Brother Ma, I knew you were a reliable person." Sang Er gave a thumbs up. "Don't worry, they say fortune favors the bold. This matter may seem like a risky one, but in the end, it will be rewarding."

Not only will Madam appreciate your kindness, but even the Old Madam will remember your contribution. With the Old Madam around, how could Master possibly blame you?

Ma Ping'an wasn't stupid; he knew Sang Er was right. He was disliked when the Song family was in charge, but Wen Mingqian valued him highly.

The most important thing for them, as servants, is to follow the right master and, more importantly, to uphold the master's position.

Now that the Song family has reached this point, all that's needed is one more push.

“I know what to do,” Ma Ping’an said. “Don’t worry!”

A short while later, the two people who went to buy things returned, and Sang Er left with a bowl of crispy mountain delicacies with a grin.

Then the old women who had gone out to eat returned.

“There’s some plum juice here, you can each take a serving,” Ma Ping’an said. “We’re going to eat.”

In the afternoon, the people guarding Song's family all started to have diarrhea.

It's often hot.

Although it wasn't a big deal, it was extremely physically demanding, and by evening everyone was exhausted.

“You all go back and rest! I’ll call two more people,” Ma Ping’an said. “I don’t think anything will happen.”

Gong Xu didn't drink any alcohol in the afternoon, but he still felt drowsy.

Yunying advised him to go outside for a walk: "Master, the heat has subsided now, why not come out and get some fresh air?"

After much persuasion, they finally managed to get Gong Xu outside.

Yunying then ordered someone to move a rattan chair outside so that Gong Xu could sit down.

No sooner had she sat down than a disheveled man ran over. Yunying screamed in fright and quickly shielded Gong Xu in front of her.

"Master! I was delirious that day and I was talking nonsense! It was that bitch Wen Mingqian who bewitched me!" Madam Song cried and knelt in front of Gong Xu. "We have been together for ten years, don't you know what kind of person I am? How could you betray me because of a few words?! Master, it's all Wen Mingqian's fault, it's all her fault! You must not believe her, she hates you to the core, that's why she has tried so hard to harm me."

"Master, I deserve to die! I loosened her up a little and she escaped." Then Ma Ping'an ran over with two rough female servants.

"Don't arrest me! I won't go back with you! I'm the master's woman, and he didn't give you permission to take me away!" Madam Song shouted. "You dogs of servants, don't touch me!"

"Take her away!" Gong Xu frowned in disgust, even covering his nose.

The weather was hot, and Aunt Song had been locked in her room for days without washing up. She had also recently suffered a miscarriage, and her body was covered in the smell of blood.

"No! Master, don't let me go! Listen to me, I was all alone back then, and only you could protect me," Madam Song cried bitterly. "I had no other choice but to do some things that wronged you. For so many years, I have been trying my best to make amends, just to repay your kindness."

(End of this chapter)