Shocking Mountain Moon

Chapter 4: Questioning the Evil
The young master of Fu Hai Lou was named Qian Chuan, who loved gambling, drinking, and visiting prostitutes.

These days, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Qian Lai, did you hear any sound?" On the way to Liuxiang Lane, Qian Chuan suddenly stopped, grabbed the servant and asked.

The boy looked confused: "What's that sound? Sir, are you asking about the peddler's hawking?"

There is no curfew in the city, and the city is just as lively at night as during the day.

"The sound of horse hooves! It's the sound of horse hooves!" Qian Chuan said with certainty.

The boy pricked up his ears and listened hard, but he heard all kinds of noises, chaotic and noisy, but he did not hear the sound of horse hooves.

"No--"

Qian Chuan was anxious: "Why not? I heard it yesterday too!"

Seeing his master's ugly face, the servant hesitated and asked: "Master, are you overthinking it——"

Qian Chuan's face changed.

A few days ago, a young man named Han came from the capital. The young men in the yamen were all around him, and he spent a lot of money to help him. On the way back from hunting that day, Young Master Han hit someone and it was said that he killed the person. Young Master Han returned to the capital soon, and the young men in the yamen seemed to be fine, but he felt uncomfortable and stayed at home for a long time before going out.

I always hear the sound of horse hooves when I walk on the street these days. Could it be that he is just overthinking it?
"Maybe I heard it wrong. Let's go." Qian Chuan suppressed his suspicion because he was worried that his playmates would laugh at him for being timid.

Liuxiang Lane is just ahead. At this moment, red lanterns are lit up and the faint scent of cosmetics wafts in the wind.

Qian Chuan took a deep breath of the intoxicating aroma and quickened his pace.

In a small building in the alley, a familiar prostitute served tea and wine, her body soft and fragrant.

Qian Chuan fell asleep contentedly.

Da da da……

In the middle of the night, Qian Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, half sat up, and looked around in panic for the source of the sound. When his sight fell on one place, his pupils suddenly dilated.

A figure was standing quietly not far from the bed, his face - no face, just hair!
"Ah--" Qian Chuan opened his mouth to scream, but found that the sound was stuck in his throat and he couldn't shout out at all.

A figure approached him. There was no sound of footsteps, only a faint smell of blood drilling into Qian Chuan's nose. In extreme fear, Qian Chuan's teeth trembled and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Ghost, ghost..."

A pale and cold hand reached out and grabbed Qian Chuan's neck.

"Why did you hit me to death...why..."

"No, it's not me..." Qian Chuan was crying and trembling all over.

"Who—is—that?" The iron-like hands loosened slightly, and the voice was spoken word by word.

Qian Chuan gasped for breath, his rationality overwhelmed by fear: "His surname is Han, and his father is a high-ranking official in Beijing... If you want to kill me, go to Beijing to find him. It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me!"

The hand brushed past Qian Chuan, bringing with it a cold feeling and a faint fragrance. Qian Chuan closed his eyes filled with fear and fell back onto the soft bed.

It was just getting light in the sky, Qian Chuan suddenly sat up and saw the prostitute sleeping beside him.

The fear receded like a tide, leaving only shadows and doubts in my heart.

"Was it just a dream?" Qian Chuan murmured.

The prostitute woke up when she heard the noise and climbed onto Qian Chuan's shoulders: "Mr. Qian, what's wrong?"

Qian Chuan stared at the prostitute and asked, "Did you hear anything last night?"

"No--"

Qian Chuan suddenly thought of something, pushed the prostitute away and rushed to the dressing mirror.

The man in the mirror had a pale face, and the intermittent blue marks on his neck were particularly conspicuous.

It's not a dream! There is a ghost, there really is a ghost!
Qian Chuan's scalp exploded. He grabbed his clothes, put them on and rushed out.

"Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian——"

The prostitute was confused and never saw Qian Chuan again.

The next day, the maid was cleaning the house and picked up a pearl hairpin from the side of the screen.

"Miss, the pearl hairpin you were looking for yesterday fell here."

"I didn't take it off when I went to bed the night before, and I found it was missing when I got up and was dressing yesterday. How could it have fallen there..." The prostitute said casually without thinking about it any further.

The young master of Fuhai Tower in the city was frightened and became thinner and thinner, and the girls in Yunfeng Village who went up the mountain to worship their parents every day became quieter and quieter. On this day, Wang Ma waited for Qiu Heng to kowtow in front of the grave, and gently advised: "It's good for the girl to be filial, but if you suffer every day, it will make your adoptive parents worry in the afterlife."

For more than a month, the child went up the mountain early in the morning and returned after dark. He has a very deep relationship with his adoptive parents.

"I understand." Qiu Heng said softly.

During the time they spent together, she could feel Mother Wang's sincerity.

"It's good that the girl has figured it out. Let's go down the mountain."

Manager Qiu at the foot of the mountain had been waiting impatiently for a long time. When he saw Wang Mama and Fangzhou accompanying Qiu Heng down, he said calmly, "Sixth Miss, please get in the car. It's time to set off."

The carriage gradually left the village behind and once it was on the official road, its speed increased.

……

At the Yongqing Marquis's residence, a maid entered the room and said, "Madam, the carriage to pick up the Sixth Miss has arrived at the outskirts of the city."

Madam Yongqing nodded and gave instructions: "Bring the person here directly when he arrives. There is no need to alarm anyone yet."

Although Manager Qiu's letter said that the identity had been confirmed, she still had doubts and would discuss other matters after seeing it with her own eyes.

The carriage entered from the corner gate of the Yongqing Marquis's mansion and stopped in front of the hanging flower gate. Qiuheng was led into Qiansong Hall.

The old lady stared at the girl who bowed her head with a scrutinizing look: "I heard your name is Ah Heng."

"Yes."

"Get up."

Qiu Heng stood up and looked up, and what came into her sight was an old woman with a long face.

The old lady knew it was correct at a glance.

There was no other reason. The girl in front of him looked almost exactly like his third daughter-in-law, Mrs. Du, who had passed away young.

After looking at the sachets and clothes handed over by the steward, the old lady certainly had no impression of them. She asked Mother Wang a few questions and then ordered the maid to pass the message to each courtyard.

People came in one after another, and Qiansong Hall became crowded.

"This is your great aunt."

The eldest wife, Mrs. Zhao, took Qiu Heng's hand and smiled: "She is just like my third brother's wife."

After accepting the gift from the first wife, Qiu Heng bowed to the second wife, Lan.

Lan was not as enthusiastic as Zhao and didn't talk much.

Qiu Heng thought of Wang Mama's implicit advice: the first wife appears sweet but is bitter on the inside, while the second wife doesn't meddle in other people's business.

She would not take Mother Wang's words as the golden rule. She would know what would happen in the future.

After that, there was greeting among peers.

The second girl, Qiu Xuan, is elegant and quiet, and is the only girl in the second wife's house; the third girl, Qiu Yun, has a face as ruddy as a silver plate, and the fifth girl, Qiu Ying, who has a heart-shaped face, is a concubine's daughter of the first wife's house; the fourth girl, Qiu Fu, has the most outstanding appearance among her sisters, and is the daughter of the first wife.

Qiu Heng also learned from Mother Wang that the eldest daughter, who was born to the same mother as the fourth daughter Qiu Fu, had entered the palace at an early age.

After receiving a bunch of handkerchiefs and pearl flowers, Qiu Heng took the sachets that had been prepared long ago from Fang Zhou and gave them back one by one.

The fourth girl Qiu Fu smiled while pinching the sachet: "I didn't expect that the sixth sister also prepared a return gift, but it's actually not necessary."

Qiu Heng smiled.

"Your grandfather and his family are not at home. You can see them again when you come back. I have already sent someone to call your father—"

Before the old lady finished speaking, the curtain was lifted and the maid's voice rang out: "The old uncle is back."

Qiu Heng's eyes swept across the girls of the Qiu family and fell on the face of the old man at the door.

This is the famous Earl Yongqing, who sold his granddaughter for fame.

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