She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

"You want to smash this too? Is this new?"

A'ao was holding a wooden frame with a black knife on it.

"Go ahead and smash it." The young marquis bent his long legs, sat beside the table and leisurely watched A'ao work hard.

I still remember that day when she came back to get something, she was in such a hurry that she didn't even look at the road and almost knocked it down with her sleeve.

Yunli rushed over, shouting “No, no, no! Be careful!” Ah'ao was so frightened that the knife in her hand almost fell to the ground.

The two of them danced with joy before they were able to hold both the rack and the knife.

Yunli obviously breathed a sigh of relief.

Ah-yi didn't understand, "Is this an antique?"

"No." Yunli took it and put the two things back in place. "When Yuncheng brought it back, he just said it was very expensive and should be kept well. It should be the new knife bought by the master."

It is said that these princes and nobles always have some expensive entertainments, some of which are shameful and some even violate the law.

Although Hengzhi was among these princes and nobles, he was only considered to be within the circle of the square. He rode a horse and bought a knife, that was all.

Ah'ao was thinking at the time, since you don't have any money, why would you buy a knife to show off your wealth?

But now——

The clothes with a torn corner of the cloth strip had been changed, and the young marquis was drinking tea in a neat and tidy manner, not looking like he was here to quarrel at all.

"That's fake."

Looking at the knife more closely, the scabbard was inlaid with a piece of obsidian. This obsidian really didn't look real. Ah-yi took a closer look but didn't see any bright luster.

"So you are just pretending to be wealthy?" Ah-yi straightened up, forgetting to show off. "Other people who keep mistresses and gamble on horses and cockfights actually spend money. Young masters lose half of their fortunes playing backgammon in one night. Looking back, the young marquis, who usually spends the most, didn't lose a penny!"

As Ah-yi spread her hands, Heng-chi actually laughed out loud as if he was listening to a storyteller, "We're quarreling, how can you stop now?"

As he spoke, Heng Qi stood up, walked to Ah's side and lifted the rack for her, raising his voice as he smashed it, "If you hadn't cried and begged me to seduce you, there would be no place for you to be a laundry girl now!"

The words were as sharp as a knife, but met Ah's eyes as clear as the sea.

However, does this trick really work?

Except for Yunli and Yuncheng, probably no one in the mansion knew that Ah-yi had opened a shop.

The only ones who could enter the house to serve were Yunli and Aunt Zhao.

Yunli would naturally act to the outside world as if the marquis's wife was embroidering and sewing clothes at home all day long, never leaving the main door or the secondary door.

Aunt Zhao had to take care of the internal affairs of the Marquis's mansion and would only come to the private residence once every one or two days. When she came, A'ao deliberately stayed at the house, and so everything had been peaceful until now.

On the days when she needed to go to the shop, Ah'an would go out early, and walk from the secret passage of the study that Hengzhi told her about, all the way to an abandoned shop the size of a palm on the connected East Street.

The shop was separated from the new post house of Zhou Saozi by a wall, and there was a narrow path leading to the second floor of the post house. Ah-yi would pretend to live with Zhou Saozi at this time. Or she would go in through the back door of the shop earlier, open the door from the inside and pretend to stay in the shop at night.

In short, the people only knew that Zhao Hou married a girl named Cui, and a delicate washerwoman at that, but they would never connect her with the bright and handsome shopkeeper Cui on East Street.

After today, rumors will spread that Cui was rejected by Marquis Zhao shortly after her marriage.

The most important thing is that one day when Ah'ao went out to deliver wedding couplets to Mrs. Zhou, she always felt that someone was following her.

She walked around the east and west streets, from clothing stores to jewelry stores, and bought a lot of rouge and powder, but still couldn't get rid of the person.

Ah'ao was suspicious, so she did not go to look for Mrs. Zhou and went straight back to her private residence.

I had thought that I would not go to the shop, and it would not matter if I walked out of the main door. Who would stop the Marquis's wife from going out? I did not expect to be followed.

In the following days, Ah'an asked Yunli to pass on a message and stayed at home to sort out the accounts since the opening of the business, and did not go out again.

Hengzhi had not been caught for several days, and Yuncheng was nowhere to be found. The newcomer Yuncong stayed in the room every day, wiping the knives on Hengzhi's shelf again and again, but he was not familiar with the job and was not comfortable speaking.

Fortunately, Yun Cheng sent three rabbits.

Yesterday, Hengzhi climbed over the wall late at night and scared A'ao.

The two of them talked late into the night, and coincidentally came to the conclusion that the surveillance of Ah-yi was closely related to the fact that the Works Department did not allocate funds a few days ago, which was why they had created today's farce.

Besides, Aunt Zhao really liked to keep an eye on A'ao, so it was inconvenient for the two of them to do anything, whether it was work or trivial matters.

I have to find a way to reassure her.

The current scene of loud quarrels and whispered plots is inexplicably humorous.

Ah'ao heard the scabbard make a dull "thump" sound on the ground, and couldn't help but think of the fact that the Marquis of Hengzhi bought a fake sword to maintain his reputation as a dandy, and she couldn't help laughing.

Fortunately, I covered my mouth in time and didn't make any sound.

The suspects were selected by writing down their names on a piece of paper last night in front of the candlelight, and then compared together. If it really works today, it will be worthwhile to rehearse the quarrel scene for a whole night.

Just when she had calmed down and was about to continue reciting the poem in a sad voice, a loud voice came from a distance.

"Master! Master! Please speak carefully and don't get angry!"

It turned out to be Aunt Zhao.

Hengzhi and A'ao looked at each other.

If I remember correctly, Aunt Zhao should have been directing the cleaning in the Marquis's Mansion today, but she came back so early in the morning.

"Do you think she believes it?" Ah-yi asked quietly. Heng-chi slammed the knife holder against the table, the sound of wood hitting wood almost drowning out his voice. "I don't know, but from what I know about her, she will definitely break in within three sentences."

Yun Cheng didn't try to stop her, so Aunt Zhao walked around him and came to the door that no one dared to go to.

The porcelain vase flew out of the window, but even though the door was open, no one dared to go in and watch the masters quarreling.

The remaining people in the courtyard looked at each other in bewilderment, and were surprised to see Aunt Zhao taking the lead so bravely.

In fact, Yun Cheng didn't quite understand, because the content of the quarrel between the two masters inside was really not something he could explain clearly and put out. Aunt Zhao was meddling too much.

Then I saw Aunt Zhao crouching down with her ear pressed against the door, listening to the eerie silence at the moment.

Not long after, after saying in a tearful voice, "How can I compare to your heartless man Hengzhi?", Aunt Zhao could no longer bear it. She poked a hole in the window paper, pulled open the bolt, and hurried in.

Not only was Yun Cheng dumbfounded, but the young marquis and his wife in the room were also shocked.

One forgot to cry, the other forgot to speak.

A'ao was once again amazed by Hengzhi's precise calculations.

This is more than just a simple matter of knocking on the door. Being able to fit the hand through such a narrow gap in the carved door, doesn't that mean he is gifted?

Ah-yi turned her back to Aunt Zhao and immediately winked at Heng-chi, "Pinch me, quick!"

Hengzhi didn't ask a single question. He followed her instructions and pretended to strangle her and throw her to the ground. With his other hand, he grabbed A's wrist where Aunt Zhao couldn't see.

Forget twisting it, Hengqi couldn't bring himself to touch Ah's slender arm. Hengqi understood her intention immediately, and often used the power of the horse to pull the bow to hold the wrist, which also hurt her.

As expected, she wanted to cry. She just clenched her fists and immediately her eyes felt sore, her vision became blurry and she almost shed tears.

A'an is very professional at mourning.

Although I've been living too comfortably during this period and my skills have obviously declined, it's still okay to use it to hold the show.

The two of them moved so quickly that before Aunt Zhao even walked into the main hall, Hengzhi had already walked out with a frozen face, brushing past her with his sleeves.

The few potted red plum plants that had not yet bloomed placed under the corridor were also kicked to the ground by the young marquis.

Aunt Zhao followed the direction Hengzhi left with her gaze, and soon turned back to the inner room.

The normally gentle and charming new wife now slumped on the ground with red eyes, her clothes torn to pieces. Her hairpins were all loose, and her hair was no longer held together, scattered around her eyes as she threw it on the ground.

It makes people feel pity just by looking at it.

But the one who felt sympathy was not Aunt Zhao.

Yunli pushed aside the people who were watching the fun in front and ran in.

"Are you okay?" Yunli helped Ah'ao up and patted the dust off her dress.

Aunt Zhao stood there with her hands held high, showing no intention of joining hands.

"New Madam, I am not trying to lecture you." As soon as he said this, it was full of lecturing. "I have been with the former Marquis's wife for more than 20 years. I have watched the young Marquis grow up. I have never seen him get so angry."

Aunt Zhao was not as kind-hearted as Sister Zhou. As she aged, wrinkles appeared on her face. Her eyelids drooped, and her words were even more ferocious.

When Ah'ao heard her last sentence, her teeth felt sore.

After being harassed by such sarcastic words, she had to ask Hengzhi to give her some extra wages.

"The new wife goes out every day, not observing the virtues and rules of a woman. When the master comes back from a long journey, you don't even know how to obey him and make him angry. You really don't behave like a lady of a noble family!"

A'ao leaned against Yunli, and her heart understood a little.

Because Hengzhi's parents have both passed away, this aunt, the only one who "watched him grow up", has to act like an elder in front of her.

Although she had only been in the palace for a few years, if she thought about it carefully, even her old aunt sent by her uncle to teach her the rules would not dare to speak to her like this. To put it bluntly, she was just Xu's maid. She was quite friendly to A'an in the days before the wedding ceremony, but now she could no longer hide it.

Ah'ao has heard a lot of gossip about family matters, but isn't it too late to show her some power now?
"I... I come from a humble family and don't know how to please a man. I beg you to give me some advice..." As Ah'ao spoke, she covered her face with tears in her eyes and sobbed bitterly.

Hengzhi's pinch was quite strong. Ah'ao noticed from the corner of her eye that the red mark on her wrist had faded and was beginning to turn slightly black.

Seeing her like this, Aunt Zhao straightened her back even more.

"It is precisely because of your humble origins that you should not and do not deserve to be the wife of Marquis Zhao that you should listen to me and learn to be a virtuous and gentle lady." Only then did Aunt Zhao free one hand to hold A's arm.

She was very proud.

Ever since Cui A'ao suddenly appeared out of nowhere and smoothly became the marquis's wife, she felt something was wrong no matter how she looked at A'ao.

Zhao was proud of herself as an old servant, Xu's dowry, and now she was in charge of the inner house. If Hengzhi wanted to marry, he should choose a woman with good character and family background from among the women Xu and she had seen before.

Cui was brought back on the day of the old Marquis Zhao's funeral. Thinking too much about it makes her feel unlucky. Her parents and brothers are all dead. Who knows if she is born to be a nemesis?

The more you keep it in your heart, the more uncomfortable you feel, and the more you have no place to vent.

until today.

Liking is temporary, but being well matched is lifelong.

"Lord Chu's eldest daughter is a kind and elegant lady, but you are not even a bit like her." The disgust in Zhao's eyes became even stronger, and she said this without thinking.

Master Chu?
Something was wrong. Ah'ao listened attentively, and the conclusion she had already made in her mind was suddenly overturned and returned to the starting point.

(End of this chapter)