Dream of the Red Chamber: I can see the hidden labels of the beauties.

Jia Can didn't explain further, but simply told Lin Daiyu and the others to tidy up the account books and not to check them anymore.

Although Lin Daiyu and the others were puzzled, they couldn't figure out what it meant, so they could only keep quiet about it.

The group extracted the problematic accounts and then neatly stacked and arranged the remaining account books in their original order.

After finishing, Jia Can thanked the women again, then summoned two maids and servants and instructed them to move the account books away and deliver them to the manager's office at the front.

The maids and servants responded and each took a stack of account books and left.

Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai had no reason to stay any longer, so they all bid farewell to Jia Can.

Only Jia Xichun wanted to stay and keep Jia Can company. She felt that although Jia Can appeared calm, he was probably not unsettled inside. All the sisters had left, and he was all alone here with no one to confide in.

Seeing that she was standing still, Lin Daiyu and the others asked:

"Fourth sister, aren't you leaving?"

Jia Xichun replied with a slightly firm tone:

"You guys go ahead, I'll keep Brother Can company for a bit."

As he spoke, he sat back down in his chair.

Jia Can felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this. Looking at Xi Chun's pretty face, which held a hint of stubbornness, he couldn't help but smile slightly, knowing that Jia Xi Chun genuinely cared about him. He said gently:

"Alright, Fourth Sister, you should go and join the other sisters. I'm fine. I feel relieved to have nothing to do, and I can go back to my room to rest. You and the other sisters have been working hard for a long time, so you should rest too. Go ahead."

After saying that, Chao Xichun gently waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

Seeing that he had no intention of refusing or forcing her to stay, but instead sincerely told her to go and rest, Jia Xichun couldn't help but feel touched.

She gazed intently at him, a flicker of tenderness in her eyes. Seeing Jia Can's genuine concern, she finally nodded obediently after a long pause.

"Alright, I won't disturb your rest any longer, Second Brother Can. I'll talk to you again later."

After saying this, he bowed to Jia Can, then turned around and quickly caught up with Lin Daiyu and the others.

As she was leaving the courtyard, Xichun couldn't help but turn back and glance back into the courtyard.

Jia Can was still standing at the door, watching them leave. His clothes fluttered gently in the breeze. His face was gentle, his figure was upright, and he was handsome and dashing, like a pine tree standing alone on a cliff, unafraid of any severe cold or wind and rain.

Jia Xichun felt both comforted and admiring. She couldn't help but gaze at Jia Can one last time, firmly imprinting his image in her heart, before following Lin Daiyu and the others out of the courtyard.

No sooner had Lin Daiyu and the others left than Qin Keqing hurriedly arrived, her steps quick, clearly having rushed here after receiving the news.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her expression filled with urgency, and her eyes held deep worry, fearing that Jia Can might do something rash or drastic.

After entering the courtyard, Qin Keqing went straight to the main house.

Upon entering, one sees Jia Can sitting in a chair by the window, flipping through some account notes in his hand. He appears calm and composed, without the slightest sign of agitation or dejection, as if he were simply reading in his leisure time.

Qin Keqing stared at him blankly, thinking she was seeing things. She blinked, then looked again carefully. After a long while, she was certain that Jia Can was indeed very calm, as if nothing had happened. She parted her lips slightly and softly called out:

"Ah-Can".

Hearing the voice, Jia Can looked up and saw Qin Keqing. He glanced around the room to make sure no one else was there, then put down the accounts he was holding and gave her a friendly smile.

"Qing, you've come."

As he spoke, he stood up and went to meet them.

Qin Keqing also took a few steps closer, staring intently into his eyes, scrutinizing his features, trying to discern something from his gaze.

After a moment, he finally asked:

"Ah-Can, are you alright? I heard..."

Jia Can naturally took her slender hand, smiled slightly, and there was not a trace of gloom in his eyes:

"I'm perfectly fine, lively and energetic, what could possibly be wrong?"

As he spoke, he patted his chest, displaying a childlike playfulness that contrasted sharply with the gloomy atmosphere that filled the mansion.

Looking at his handsome face, so open and composed, Qin Keqing felt both relieved and somewhat amused. She pursed her lips, but ultimately didn't laugh. Instead, she sighed softly.

"I've heard that Master She of the West Mansion wants to adopt Jia Baoyu and personally take charge of the affairs of the East Mansion. He's clearly trying to seize everything in the Ningguo Mansion, but all of this is clearly yours. Are you just going to...?"

Jia Can took her hand and led her into the inner room, gesturing for her to sit down. He then sat down beside her and replied solemnly:

"Don't worry, my dear. What's meant to be mine will not escape me."

"Take you, Keqing, for example. We have been separated for more than ten years, but we have finally reunited in this mansion. Now that Jia Zhen and Jia Rong are both dead, no one will stop us from being together anymore."

Hearing this, Qin Keqing felt a surge of tenderness in her heart. Looking at Jia Can, her eyes were filled with admiration and respect. He really did what he said he would do!

When Jia Can first told her he wanted to get rid of Jia Zhen and Jia Rong, she was skeptical, even somewhat worried, fearing that Jia Can would not only fail to kill Jia Zhen and Jia Rong, but also harm himself.

But now, Jia Zhen and his son Jia Rong have both died in accidents. If this is not divine intervention, then Jia Can's methods are too clever, so clever that no one can see through them.

However, the more this was the case, the more Qin Keqing felt that Jia She's actions were too domineering and shameless. She took Jia Can's hand, gazed at him, and softly suggested:

"Ah Can, otherwise, let's leave here together. I believe that with your abilities, even if you don't inherit the Ningguo Mansion, you will definitely make a name for yourself and make a name for yourself."

"Why put up with their attitude and have to put up with their bad temper here? We're far away, we can go anywhere."

Jia Can gently comforted him:

"Qing, don't worry, this is nothing, there's no need to think about it."

"Does Jia She really think the Ningguo Mansion is so easy to seize? Not to mention that the execution of Jia Zhen and Jia Rong was done at the behest of the Emperor Emeritus, who also promised to let me inherit the Ningguo Mansion and bestow upon me an official position afterward."

"The opinions of the powerful and influential people in the capital alone are enough to stop his shameless embezzlement. He thought he had a clever plan, but little did he know that he was never the one in charge from the beginning."

"If everyone were like Jia She, taking advantage of others' misfortunes, wouldn't that lead to the collapse of morality and chaos throughout the land? Neither the imperial court nor any clan would stand idly by."

Seeing how confident he spoke, as if everything was under control, and recalling his previous seemingly impossible but all-true prophecies, Qin Keqing felt much more at ease.

Her previously anxious heart was completely at ease. Her brows relaxed, the worry in her eyes gradually disappeared, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration and joy.

He thought to himself, "Ah-Can is really amazing. I've worried about him for nothing again."

After a long pause, he softly replied:

"In that case, I'm relieved. I was worried you might do something rash, so I ran all the way here without even having time to fasten my cloak."

As she spoke, she gently tugged at the collar of her cloak, lowered her head slightly, and a faint blush rose on her pretty face.