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Chapter 39 The Embarrassment of Eloquent Tongue

Accountant Li tentatively placed his hand on the back of the clever-tongued woman.

The woman, with her sharp tongue and petite frame, suddenly stiffened, but did not dodge.

Accountant Li's confidence immediately increased.

How could a desperate young girl not give in?

Li Damu smiled smugly, and his hand couldn't wait to slide towards her pert buttocks.

Li, the accountant, had his elderly wife back in their hometown taking care of his parents, while he worked as an accountant alone at Phoenix Villa.

Li Damu can only go home during his annual holidays.

Even if she went home, how could that haggard, unattractive woman compare to the vibrant, youthful girl in front of her?

What flows from his fingertips is his lost youth.

"Ah! No..." the tongue-twisting voice suddenly cried out.

The silver tongue was startled by his actions.

Perhaps subconsciously, she did indeed harbor the idea of ​​using Mr. Li's power to change her predicament.

However, she couldn't easily decide whether to give herself up for it.

Before Li the accountant's fingers had even reached the desired position, the serpentine sensation had already awakened Qiao She.

Caught off guard by the sharp tongue, Accountant Li stumbled and immediately lost face.

His face darkened, and he scolded, "You lowly servant, do you still think you're a high-class maid in the inner quarters?"

Now the young mistress sees you as a thorn in her side, and the madam won't cause any conflict between you and your mother-in-law. You're beyond saving, understand?

Accountant Li lifted the chin of the silver-tongued girl, a threatening sneer appearing on his wrinkled face.

"If you submit to me, I will risk my reputation to plead for you, and you will no longer have to suffer this. Otherwise... hmph!"

The eloquent speaker felt a pang of inner turmoil.

She knew that Accountant Li was telling the truth.

The young mistress wanted to use her to establish her authority, but the madam abandoned her, so she has no chance of ever getting ahead.

Don't be fooled by the fact that everyone in the eldest son's household except for the young mistress is considered a servant; even servants are divided into different ranks.

She once stood on high, so how could she bear to live such a lowly life now?

She was so young, yet she was abandoned and ostracized; the oppression she felt was enough to drive anyone crazy.

But, but, should I really give in to this old man in front of me?

The wrinkles on Mr. Li's face were like the cracked skin of parched land, deep and crisscrossing...

Two lines of clear tears slid down her fair face, and she suddenly closed her eyes!
Fine, since everyone has abandoned me, I might as well sacrifice myself.

Just think of being bitten by a dog!

Just then, a clear voice rang out from outside the door: "Mr. Li, you haven't rested yet, have you? This is Yang Can. I have something to discuss with you."

Li the accountant's words startled Qiao She, who was about to pounce on him and enjoy himself when he suddenly heard Yang Can's voice, and he was filled with hatred.

Damn it, why did you have to come now and ruin my plans?

He glanced at the quick-witted girl who had reopened her eyes, and could only suppress his anger and say, "Is this Deacon Yang? Please wait a moment."

After Li Damu finished speaking, he threatened in a low voice, "Think carefully about what I'm about to say."

Now only Li is willing to save you from this misery. Once this opportunity is gone, it may be gone forever.

Clever girl, don't ruin yourself.

After saying that, Li Damu's face darkened, and he shouted, "Wipe away your tears right now."

Li Damu walked over quickly, opened the door, and saw Yang Can standing outside.

Li Damu asked in surprise, "Deacon Yang, what brings you here so late?"

"Mr. Li, I have something to discuss with you. Why aren't you inviting me in?"

"Ah, look at me, hahaha, Deacon Yang, please come in."

Li Damu stepped back, and Yang Can stepped in, immediately spotting Qiaoshe.

"Mr. Li, do you have guests here?"

Li Damu hurriedly said, "Oh, it's a maid from the inner quarters who brought some account books that the young mistress needs to review and summarize."

Li Damu waved his hand at Qiaoshe and said, "Alright, you can go back now. Our accounting department will settle this account as soon as possible."

Qiaoshe was standing there blankly when he saw Li Damu wave his hand, and he quickly walked out as if he had been granted a pardon.

Accountant Li put on a smiling face and said to Yang Can, "Steward Yang, please have a seat. May I ask what brings you here?"

Qiaoshe walked out of Li's residence in a daze and stopped under a large tree covered with elm seeds.

The elm tree, laden with elm seeds, emitted a delicate fragrance that gradually calmed her emotions.

In the past two days, she was made an example of by the young mistress and then abandoned by the madam, causing her situation to plummet.

The inner quarters were full of people who fawned over the powerful and bullied the weak. They didn't physically abuse her, but the mental torture they inflicted was enough to make her wish she were dead.

Faced with this sudden change, her mind was in a daze, and for a time, besides feeling sorry for herself, she couldn't think of a way to save herself.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her.

How could I forget? I can also seek refuge with Deacon Yang.

Qiao She suddenly remembered that when she was punished by the young mistress by being slapped that day, only Yang Zhizhang was not afraid of the young mistress.

Deacon Yang openly offered her help, completely disregarding the young mistress's expression.

“The maids who serve in the eldest son’s household, and who are also the young mistress’s attendants, have their reputation as the family’s door curtain. If they get disfigured, what will become of them?”

"These days, the ones supervising the executions are more like clowns on a stage than the ones being executed."

Not only did Steward Yang dare to openly administer medicine, he also dared to openly mock Qingmei, the young mistress's trusted maid...

If I absolutely have to find a powerful backer, then choosing Steward Yang is definitely better than choosing Accountant Li.

Leaving aside their power and status, just considering that Steward Yang is young and handsome, how could that old bastard Li Damu compare?
The silver tongue took two steps back, leaning against the large elm tree, hiding itself in its shadow. Inside the room, Li Damu was both surprised and delighted: "The steward wants me to accompany you to inspect the various estates?"
"Of course, of course, there's no reason why not. It's only right that I, Li, should be at the beck and call of Steward Yang."

Li Damu almost burst out laughing.

Hehe, I, Li, just sit here in this manor, and Master Zhang still sends me two gold coins.

If I were to go to his house and check his accounts, how many gold coins would he have to give me?
This business trip is going to be very lucrative.

Moreover, I can now conveniently pass on this task that the young mistress assigned me, a task that would offend people.

Li Damu readily agreed: "I am also a member of the eldest branch of the family, so it is only right that I share the burdens of the clan leader and the young mistress."

Everything else can be put aside; accompanying Deacon Yang on his inspection tour is Li's inescapable duty.

"What? You mean these ledgers? No problem, Mr. Li will hand them over to his colleagues in the accounting office tomorrow."

Yang Can smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then it's a deal."

Alright, it's late now, so Mr. Yang won't disturb Mr. Li's rest any longer.

Mr. Li, you can make some preparations in the next couple of days.

"Don't worry, Steward Yang, I will never let anything go wrong here."

As Li the accountant spoke, he happily saw Yang Can out the door.

……

The spring night was slightly cool, and elm seeds fell with the wind, feeling soft and fluffy underfoot.

In the shadows of the trees, Qiao She saw a tall and slender figure approaching and couldn't help but grit her teeth.

"Deacon Yang, help me!"

If it weren't for the fact that Qiaoshe knelt down so quickly, Yang Can would have already kicked him out.

"Steward Yang, this servant begs your mercy."

Yang Can slowly retracted his raised right foot, looked closely, and said in surprise, "Aren't you... that person from the inner quarters?"

“The maid’s name is Clever Tongue.”

"Yes, yes, clever girl, why are you stopping Yang?"

"This servant begs Steward Yang for mercy."

"Pity, pity what? The young mistress hasn't been making things difficult for you all this time, has she?"

"Young mistress, you don't need to keep making things difficult for me. I'll just have to endure your neglect. There will naturally be people who will take advantage of my misfortune."

Qiao She tilted her small, palm-sized face up, her fair cheeks flushed bright red.

"I beg you, Steward Yang, to have mercy and take me in. I can do everything: wash clothes, make bedding, serve tea and water, warm the bed, and bathe your feet."

Yang Can frowned. Was it really that bad? Why did it sound like they couldn't go on living? Was it really that tragic?

Yang Can had no intention of taking advantage of this girl, nor did he want to take her into his room just because he felt sorry for her.

He has a huge secret that could blow someone to smithereens.

Next, he still has a lot to do for this secret.

Wangcai is just a handyman, so there's no need to worry about him discovering anything.

But if it's your own spouse, then it's hard to say.

Besides, this silver-tongued girl used to be a member of the lord's wife's household.

No one knows whether what she said is true or false, yet they took her back?

He's doing a business that could cost him his life.

"Girl, let go! What kind of behavior is this?"

Yang Can tried to lift his leg, but couldn't.

Because one of his thighs was being tightly held by a silver tongue.

"I beg Deacon Yang to save me. If you refuse to help me, I will have no other choice but to hang myself."

"It's not that serious..."

Yang Can was shocked when he heard that she wanted to commit suicide.

Suo Chanzhi is pregnant right now. If Qiaoshe dies, it would be considered a terrible omen that she died at her hands.

Ok?
Yang Can suddenly remembered Li Youcai. Wasn't Chief Steward Li looking for a pretty maid?
Why don't I give this girl to Sister-in-law Pan?

"Alright, I promise to help you. Get up now."

The silver tongue was overjoyed, and looking up nervously, asked, "Is what you say true, sir?"

Yang Can chuckled and said, "Why would I, Yang, need to lie to you? Get up."

"Thank you, sir."

Qiaoshe happily kowtowed to Yang Can before getting up.

Yang Can said, "You go back first, I'll ask the young mistress for it tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Highness. I will wait for Steward Yang!"

The silver tongue readily agreed, not even noticing the elm seed stuck to her forehead as she kowtowed.

The silver tongue departed, as merrily as a magpie foraging for food.

Yang Can couldn't help but chuckle upon seeing this.

He looked up at the moonlight and suddenly thought of that bowl of dumplings with thin skin, generous filling, and delicious broth.

When the spring chill lingers, a busy man returning home late can find happiness in a bowl of steaming dumplings.

Unfortunately, this bowl of dumplings is poisonous and should not be eaten.

Yang Can sighed, realizing he could only look on longingly at the sight of dumplings.

(End of this chapter)