Shocking Mountain Moon

Chapter 29 Red Bean Cake

Xue Han's identity as the imperial envoy forced Qiu Heng to be vigilant.

But she looked calm, and said with a curved lip, "I'm not injured. Why would Lord Xue ask that?"

"I..." Xue Han looked at the calm girl and did not say that he smelled blood.

They were not familiar with each other, and saying it out loud would make him seem a little abnormal - although many people thought he was abnormal.

"If Master Xue is alright, I'll get in the car."

"Oh, Miss Qiuliu, take care."

Qiu Heng got on the carriage, the wheels rolled forward, and the curtains were lifted.

"Master Xue." She called out to Xue Han.

Xue Han walked over quickly: "Miss Qiu Liu, do you have anything else to do?"

An oil-paper bag was handed out from the car window: "Master Xue has helped me many times. I am small and powerless, and I have nothing to repay you. Please have some red bean cake."

Fangzhou can make many snacks, but the most common ones are chestnut cake and red bean cake. The reason is simple: she loves to eat them.

Xue Han's eyes stayed fixed on the snack for a moment, then he reached out to take it: "Thank you, Miss Qiu Liu."

He put away the red bean cake, nodded at Qiu Heng, and left without looking back.

The speed was so fast that Qiu Heng couldn't help but wonder: Is he afraid that people will see him accepting bribes?
Just a pack of red bean cakes.

The car curtains were lowered and swayed in the wind. Qiu Heng leaned against the car wall and closed her eyes, feeling truly relaxed.

Once you enter the city, you're completely out of trouble.

As for Han Ziheng being questioned and Zhilan and others being interrogated, it has nothing to do with her.

She saved Han Ziheng's life on purpose.

It would be a pity for a nobleman who regards human life as worthless to die without ever experiencing the pain of losing power.

The carriage merged into the crowd and gradually went away.

Xue Han leaned against the city wall and opened the oil paper package, revealing the red bean cake inside.

It's not one of those desserts that are so beautifully shaped that you don't know how to eat them, but rather an ordinary-looking dessert.

The young man lowered his eyes and stared at the pastries for a long time before he picked up a piece and slowly put it into his mouth.

Sweet, soft and sticky, the red bean cake made by Fangzhou is undoubtedly delicious, but the boy who ate the snack with his eyes closed frowned, feeling bitter and resentful as he ate it.

"Sir..." Seeing the snack in Xue Han's hand, the young man's eyes widened, "You, you eat the red bean cake!"

Damn it, one time when they were on a mission together, he brought some red bean cakes to satisfy his hunger, but when he shared them with the adults, the adults would rather starve than eat them.

Xue Han looked at his subordinate who was shouting with disdain and said perfunctorily, "I love it."

The young man looked incredulous.

At that time, he gave red bean cake to the adults. What did the adults say?

Don't eat, feel nauseous.

"Is this red bean cake particularly delicious?" The young man was so curious that he reached out to touch a piece and try it.

Xue Han collected the oil paper and said, "Let's get started."

The young man's hands were hanging in the air.

After Qiu Heng returned to the Yongqing Marquis's mansion to bathe and change clothes, she was called over by the old lady.

"Are you back?" Seeing Qiu Heng coming in, the old lady raised her eyelids and said in a lukewarm tone.

Perhaps because things were going well, Qiu Heng looked at the old lady's dark face and felt that it looked kind. She bowed lightly and said, "Grandma."

The old lady paused.

How come she also heard some coquettishness in her voice?
In the eyes of the old lady, this granddaughter was reckless, ignorant of etiquette, bold, and particularly evil. Suddenly she acted like a proper granddaughter, which made her feel uneasy.

After a moment of silence, the old lady spoke: "Although your grandfather said that you are a sensible person and don't want to restrict you, you can't run out every day. Apart from other things, you sued Han Ziheng, which seriously offended the commander of Handu. Han Ziheng is even more lawless in the capital. If you are plotted against outside, you will have no place to cry..."

Qiu Heng listened obediently without saying a word of rebuttal.

The old lady said she was tired and was quite satisfied with her granddaughter's attitude. She picked up the tea, took two sips and was about to let her go when Earl Yongqing came in.

"Uncle is back." The old lady put down her teacup and stood up.

Yongqing Bo only had Qiu Heng in his eyes: "Heng'er is here too."

He said this without blinking, which made the old lady mutter in her heart: It really looks like he is possessed by evil spirits. Maybe we should invite a fairy lady to come. At worst, prepare a bowl of dog blood and pour it on the old man to try, but it will be hard to explain afterwards...

Facing Yongqing Bo, Qiu Heng's attitude was a little cold: "Well, come and accompany grandma."

Only then did Earl Yongqing look at the old lady.

"The sixth girl just came back from going out early this morning. I gave her some instructions." The old lady noticed that Qiu Heng was more obedient in front of her than in front of Earl Yongqing, and her mood subtly improved.

"Heng'er, go back to Lengxiangju first." The old lady sent Qiuheng away. Seeing that Earl Yongqing was still staring at the door, she complained casually, "Master, you shouldn't be too indulgent with the sixth girl. She runs out every few days. If she runs into the Han family--"

Seeing the old man's strange expression, the old lady stopped talking and gave him a puzzled look.

Yongqing Bo let out a long sigh and told him the news that made him rush home: "Han Wu is dead!"

"Who?" The old lady suspected she had heard wrongly, "That Han, Han Dianshuai?"

Yongqing Bo nodded heavily: "It's that Han Dianshuai!"

The old lady still couldn't believe it: "This is impossible? How did he die?"

"He was assassinated! Yesterday, his son went out for a trip with a few friends in the suburbs, but he disappeared..."

After hearing this, the old lady gasped: "How dare such a daring villain exist under the emperor's feet!"

"Who said it wasn't?" Uncle Yongqing sat down on the chair, feeling uneasy.

He was a high-ranking official of the second rank and one of the three marshals. How could he be killed like that?
It is said that it was most likely done by spies from the Northern Qi Dynasty!

Hiss—what if a spy targets him?
Yongqing Bo was just daydreaming, and the old lady spoke with a complicated look on her face: "So, our Bo's Mansion doesn't have to worry about the Han family's revenge from now on?"

"Yes!" The old woman finally found the key, and Yongqing Bo laughed.

He was originally worried about being retaliated by Han Wu, but he didn't expect that Han Wu was dead in the blink of an eye, and he got in touch with the eunuch Xue Quan.

There are only benefits and no hidden dangers. What kind of luck is this!

The old lady found the noisy laughter unbearable: "Master, please don't laugh like that..."

"You don't understand." Uncle Yongqing drank a cup of tea and felt refreshed.

How could the woman with long hair and short knowledge know that it was he who arranged for the Sixth Girl to sue Han Wu's son Han Ziheng.

Well, I have to reward Sixth Girl.

"The sixth girl just came back and has little foundation. Madam, please make her some jewelry and head ornaments, so that when she goes out to meet people, people won't think that our mansion is shabby."

The old lady was stunned.

The sixth girl has a weak foundation? If I remember correctly, she just received a thousand taels of silver notes, while the monthly allowance for the granddaughters is only two taels, not to mention that the idiot Third Child sent all the money for buying wine to Lengxiangju.

"How many sets?" The old lady squeezed out these two words from between her teeth.

"Ten or eight sets will do."

Ten or eight sets will do. The old lady took a deep breath, waited for Earl Yongqing to leave, and immediately told her trusted maid, "Go find a pure black dog quickly."

This bloody incident has to be exposed!

(End of this chapter)