High-class Spring Joy

Chu Jingxian didn't even wait for her to answer the first question before immediately asking the second one.

Clearly, the first one was not a question at all, but a statement of fact.

Qingyuan stared wide-eyed at Chu Jingxian in front of her.

he?!

They covered it all with special scented powder, so how come he can still smell it when I get close?

Its nose is even more sensitive than a dog's!

No, you're so dense, think of something!

"This servant..."

Qingyuan swallowed nervously. "This servant doesn't know what you're talking about, young master. This...this woman's aura...it's always..."

"Always what?"

Chu Jingxian followed up with her question.

"Shut up, just say it!" Qingyuan wanted to slap herself twice. "They're always about the same. Women use rouge and face powder, and also perfume. If they use the same rouge and face powder, the fragrance will naturally be almost identical. Young master, you may have mistaken me for someone else."

"Is that so?"

Chu Jingxian simply asked a question, seemingly without any emotion, but he didn't loosen his grip on Qingyuan's wrist.

"Yes...yes, this servant is so respectful to you, young master, that she would never dare to deceive you. Please, young master, see the truth."

If Chu Jingxian could see her, he would easily notice the tension and panic in her expression at that moment. Unfortunately, he couldn't see it.

This made Qingyuan feel much more relaxed.

The next moment, the man's voice rang in her ear again: "What are you so nervous about?"

He spoke with his head down, his warm breath brushing against Qingyuan's forehead, sending a shiver down her spine.

They were so close that he could hear the woman next to him breathing rapidly.

Qingyuan forced down her panic and hurriedly explained, "Replying to your question, young master, this servant... this servant has never been so close to a man since entering the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion, except for the Fifth Young Master..."

After she finished speaking, she observed Chu Jingxian's reaction. He didn't say anything, as if he was thinking about whether her words were true or false.

Qingyuan added, "Although I haven't read many books, I still know the saying 'men and women should not touch each other.' For you and me to act like this is truly against propriety."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a knock came at the door: "Young Master, we have found out what you asked us to do."

Chen Sha looked at Zhe Ji, who was shoving the face powder into his hand, and asked in confusion, "You were the one who found the face powder according to what you said, young master, so why are you making me go?"

Zheji patted him on the shoulder and said solemnly, "You're strong and tall, you could kill a bull with one punch, this kind of thing is suitable for you."

Direct version: Thick-skinned and tough, resistant to blows.

Interrupted by Chen Sha, Chu Jingxian seemed to only then realize what was happening, releasing Qing Yuan's hand, "Come in."

Qingyuan felt as if she had been granted a pardon and immediately took two steps back to create distance. This man was too dangerous and should not be approached lightly.

As soon as Chen Sha entered, he reported, "Young Master, as you said, Zhe Ji and I have found ten similar perfume powders, all of which are specially supplied by Hongxiu Manor. The prices vary, some are low and some are high."

As she spoke, Chen Sha placed several boxes of face powder on the table and handed them to Chu Jingxian.

Qingyuan's heart was in her throat, her gaze fixed on Chu Jingxian.

He was smelling the perfume powder, probably trying to distinguish the scent.

Chu Jingxian smelled several boxes along the way, only stopping at the last one. "This one."

Chen Sha immediately explained, "Young master, the shopkeeper said that this box is the cheapest and sells the best."

Qingyuan seized the opportunity: "To be honest, young master, this is the one I use. Since a box only costs fifty coins and lasts for half a year, it's affordable for girls from ordinary families. Hongdou, who shares a room with me, also uses this one. When you use the same perfume powder for a long time, the scent naturally becomes similar."

Chen Sha also said, "The shopkeeper also said that this scented powder alone has sold several hundred boxes this month."

The highest sales volume means that more and more girls use this kind of face powder. It is very common and there are no special characteristics. It is indeed impossible to directly distinguish whether it is Qingyuan or not.

嗏

Chu Jingxian clutched the box of face powder and fell silent.

Qingyuan was on tenterhooks at this moment. Seeing his uncertain expression, she pressed her advantage: "If you don't believe me, you can have someone bring Hongdou over and smell her. Then you'll know whether what I said is true or false."

"No need."

Chu Jingxian refused quickly, "Chen Sha, give her the things. I was presumptuous today, you should go back now!"

Chen Sha took the purse out of the box next to her and returned it to Qing Yuan.

Upon hearing this, Qingyuan felt as if she had come back to life. She took the purse, bowed, and ran away.

Chen Sha was completely bewildered. Zhe Ji, who was standing nearby, entered the study and said, "If you truly suspect Miss Qing Yuan, why not test her with something else? For example... you once said that the woman from that night had a scar on her wrist. While face powder is hard to find, which woman doesn't care about her appearance and skin? I think it's extremely rare for someone to have a scar on their wrist."

Chu Jingxian nodded: "The people below continue the investigation, Qingyuan... I'll handle it myself."

"Yes."

After Zheji finished speaking, he pulled Chensha away. Even after they left the study, Chensha was still scratching his head and looking at Zheji:

"No, young master suspects Miss Qingyuan? That girl seems... quite gentle and kind, she shouldn't pose a threat to you, right?"

Broken Halberd:………

People who don't have to think about anything definitely have an easier life.

-

Jiang Qingyun was forced to kneel outside the ancestral hall for three days and three nights. Because this was the residence of the Marquis of Zhenguo, not the residence of the Minister of Justice, no one dared to give her food or drink when Madam Dou gave the order not to.

The next day, Qingyuan passed by the ancestral hall and saw Jiang Qingyun still kneeling. He looked listless and hunched over. His back, which had been straight when he was whipping people, was now almost bent into a semicircle.

Upon seeing Qingyuan pass by, Jiang Qingyun's eyes widened, glaring at Qingyuan with uncontrollable anger, but she dared not utter a word.

With her eyes wide open in anger, her face pale and contorted in a ferocious expression, and her hair disheveled, she truly looked like a vengeful ghost.

He looks terrifying; he doesn't have the arrogant and domineering air he had before at all.

Qingyuan smiled sweetly at her and bowed, saying, "Second Miss Jiang."

I'll make you furious!!

Qingyuan was right; her smile and curtsy were enough to make Jiang Qingyun faint with anger.

When Granny Tang found out, she ordered people to carry her back and have the family physician take her pulse. The physician said that she had suffered a heart attack from anger, but there was nothing else wrong. She forced a few bites of food down her throat and carried her back to the ancestral hall, where she continued to kneel.

Jiang Qingge went to Chu Jingyu several times to plead for mercy, but Chu Jingyu knew that Jiang Qingyun's mistake this time was too big, and he was powerless to help her.

The fact that she tore up the portrait of the Marquis of Zhenguo in his mansion spread throughout the entire city of Bianjing. If her father hadn't been the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, and if she had only been a maid, she would have been beaten to death with sticks, which would have been the least she could have done.

Jiang Qingge understood that she could only visit her sister occasionally by herself.

Upon seeing Jiang Qingge, Jiang Qingyun exclaimed as if she had seen a savior: "Sister, sister, you're here! You've finally come! Did you bring food for Yun'er?"

Jiang Qingge looked troubled: "Yun'er, we are already living under someone else's roof in the Marquis's mansion. Besides, this matter is too big, and many eyes are watching. Sister... can't go against Madam Dou's wishes."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyun knew that her sister hadn't dared to bring anything either. However, she hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a long time, and immediately felt aggrieved, bursting into tears: "Sister, sister, Yun'er wants to go home, Yun'er doesn't want to stay here anymore."

How could Jiang Qingge not feel heartbroken seeing her younger sister being tortured like this?

"Just bear with it a little longer. Once Madam Dou agrees to my engagement with Jingyu, we can go back. If we don't complete what Father asked us to do, we won't have an easy time going back. Soon, in half a month, it will be Jingyu's birthday. Once the embroidery of the Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water at Hongxiu Manor is finished, I will definitely make him marry me wholeheartedly."