Chapter 8 Countermeasures (Part 1)

  Mu Ge continued: "It's no wonder, Jinxiu is usually a timid person. Everyone says she's seeing things, but she just doesn't believe it."

  Seeing is believing, Jinxiu wouldn't easily believe it. If she was carried out of the mansion like this, her family might not be able to afford to treat her again, and besides, the conditions outside were far inferior to those in the mansion... Ronghua furrowed her brow, she couldn't have caused a death just after entering the mansion.

  Mugun looked at Ronghua's expression on her face, and when she slightly opened her eyes from the chaotic burial mound, Miss was also frowning lightly, as if thinking deeply.

  "Miss, you can't just pop out like that. Jinxiu is from the main wife's quarters, it's not your place to interfere. Besides, you've just entered the manor and the main wife is paying close attention to your every move."

  "Now there's nothing that can be done, everyone who could persuade her has already tried, even if you go to talk to her, she won't listen. If Miss is still thinking about her, it would be better to wait until she's carried out of the mansion and then think of a way to find someone to send more silver to her family and try to invite a good doctor to treat her illness."

  To put it simply, if she waited until they were outside the mansion and used her external connections to send the silver money over, wouldn't that prevent anyone from finding out? But outside was even more crowded with people watching, and what couldn't be done inside the mansion would require even more twists and turns outside. Moreover, this matter of Jinxiu's, apart from her, no one else could accomplish it.

  "Miss..."

  Ronghua shook her head, and Mugen knew she couldn't persuade him any further.

  "What about other things in the mansion?"

  "Recently, Sixth Miss and Fourth Aunt have had two exchanges."

  Yan Hua has always been distant from her birth mother, but suddenly they have contact...

  It's just as she thought.

  Muxi lowered her voice, "Once, Old Lady Zhou got drunk and said that if the young mistress didn't get pregnant, they would definitely choose another miss from the manor to come over..."

  The Marquis's mansion is no ordinary place. Although entering it would only be as a concubine, giving birth to children would definitely result in them being adopted by the elder sisters as the eldest son, and in the future, they would inherit the title.

  Even so, assuming the eldest sister really can't give birth to a boy, this is still too risky. Moreover, Yanhua has always been a proud person, how could she be willing to become a concubine? There must be some other reason that makes Yanhua willing to fight with all her might.

  Ronghua remembered Zhao Xuan's attitude towards his elder sister, or was it that Fourth Aunt had seen something?

  Rong Hua had always been suspicious as to why the eldest sister had never become pregnant in three years, could it be related to him?

  "Next is the second young lady, who has poor health and rarely comes out. Everyone in the mansion likes her very much. Every time it's the fifth young lady's taboo day, she would have her maid burn some paper money. Although the eldest mistress dislikes this matter," Mu Jin smiled, "but who can blame her? She is after all the eldest mistress' darling."

  "The young ladies of the mansion would go to her whenever they had any difficulties. The second young lady was the most persuasive when speaking with the mistress."

  Rong Hua nodded, "I already know."

  From top to bottom in the mansion, who doesn't want to curry favor with the legitimate young lady? Now that the elder sister is already married, only the second young lady remains in the mansion. If she can be maintained, there will definitely be a good ending in the future.

  At that time, they all envied her for having such a sister.

  Ronghua's fingers stroked the cloud pattern on the tea bowl.

  Chun Yao tidied up some things and handed over the account book for Rong Hua to look at.

  The account book lists the things in this house and her monthly salary.

  "Miss Tao's family has two taels of silver every month, and some elderly ladies have also sent over some rare items. I've put them in the inner room's cabinet for Miss," Chunyao said, handing over the keys.

  Ronghua raised her head and smiled slightly, not taking the key from Chunyao's hand. Instead, she handed over the account book in her own hand to Chunyao. "I'm new here and don't understand the rules of the house. With you by my side, I can finally feel at ease. This thing still needs your help to manage. When it's time to use it, you'll have to remind me."

  Chun Yao took over the account book with some surprise.

  The young ladies in the mansion all have their ways of grasping power in their own hands... after all, silver and money are good things to buy people's hearts, but Eighth Miss handed these things over to her for safekeeping, anyone would know she was sent by the first wife, yet Eighth Miss seemed to have no guard against her at all.

  Never having lived in the mansion before, Eighth Miss is truly someone who doesn't know how to plan for herself.

  Spring Yao received the key and heard someone outside say, "Mother Chen has arrived."

  The little girl at the door lifted the curtain, and Chen Mama walked in. Her eyes swept around the room before landing on Rong Hua's face. "Madam sent me to tell you that there will be a distinguished guest arriving at the manor tomorrow," she said. Seeing that Rong Hua seemed not to have fully grasped her meaning, she smiled and added, "Madam said for all the young ladies to go and make merry."

  Rong Hua stood up and hastily agreed.

  After saying this, Chen Mama keenly saw that there was a rare object beside Rong Hua, with exquisite embroidery on it, and couldn't help but ask, "What is the thing on Eighth Miss's table?"

  Rong Hua followed Chen Mama's gaze and smiled slightly, "I injured my leg when I was young, and it's most afraid of the cold. This is used to apply to my injured leg." As she spoke, Rong Hua turned the object over, revealing the lining inside, "When it's time to use it, put the hot fine ash into this bag while it's still warm, then apply it to your leg."

  Mrs. Chen's eyes lit up, "Who would have thought it had such a wonderful use."

  Rong Hua said, "Yes, originally it was just hearsay that charcoal ash is effective. Later I thought of this method. The lining can't be too thick or too thin, and some mugwort ash and medicinal oil paste should be added inside to make it better."

  Madam Chen took a look and saw that the garter used by Miss Ba was indeed exquisite. Madame had one similar to it before, but later found it not very useful, so she stopped using it. Miss Ba's one is made with great ingenuity, but who knows if it will be any good when used.

  Madam Chen smiled and returned the things to Rong Hua, "The mistress also has leg disease, many methods have been used but they are not effective, and it's getting colder day by day."

  Having said that, Chen Mama smiled slightly and said, "I still have to go to Er Ye's place to deliver some things, so I'll take my leave first." Chen Mama turned around and left, and when the curtain was lifted, Rong Hua saw a maid carrying some jars and bottles following her.

  Chun Yao escorted Chen's mother to the door and sighed, "It must be that Second Master didn't study his lessons well and got punished again."

  Rong Hua's heart skipped a beat, Brother Hong.

  That kind and obedient younger brother didn't really like those rigid articles in books, but instead often pestered her to make him short knives with branches. Although they weren't born from the same mother, their feelings for each other were deep, and over the years she would often think of Hong Ge looking up at her with a begging expression on his face, soft and warm with a hint of dependence.

  She and Hong Ge are the same, they both lost their mothers when they were young. When she looks at Hong Ge, she always thinks of her own childhood and feels heartache.

  She used to help Hong Ge read books, every time she finished reading the homework assigned by the teacher, she wanted to help him review more, but he didn't listen. She pretended to scare him, "When Dad checks your homework, if you can't read it, you'll be punished."

  Hong Ge smiled mischievously, "No worries, I have five elder sisters to help me, nothing to be afraid of."

  Rong Hua thought of the past scenes and then thought of now...

  It is only when people have experienced hardships that they will become calmer and stronger.

  Although the madam had already adopted Hong as her own son and treated him with great affection on the surface, she was actually a cold-hearted person who didn't have any genuine feelings for Hong.

  She couldn't just watch as the lady of the house manipulated everything.

  Rong Hua picked up the needle and thread to start embroidering, while Mu Jin attended to her. Rong Hua worked meticulously, so Chun Yao didn't dare disturb her and went to the outer room instead.

  The room fell silent for a moment.

  Previously, the lady had entrusted Chunyao to pay more attention to Eighth Miss. Chunyao did not dare to be negligent and several times secretly lifted the curtain to take a peek at Eighth Miss, only to see her seriously embroidering flowers, with nothing else out of the ordinary, before leaving the room and heading outside.

  It so happened that the young lady from next door came to ask Chunyao about the flower pattern on her embroidered handkerchief. Chunyao detained her and quietly inquired about Jinxiu's situation, and the two of them stood outside talking for a while.

  Mugwort quietly walked into the inner room, and Chunyao was separated by a door panel, listening to the content of the conversation clearly.

  Ronghua was still bent over embroidering flowers.

  Mugun walked in and said: "It's about Jinxiu. The old lady has already sent someone to inform the people at Jinxiu's house, letting them come tomorrow to take her back."

  Ronghua was just embroidering a flower bud, and the last stitch was gently embroidered on the crown, tender and beautiful.

  So fast.

  Chun Yao came into the house after a while, walked to the charcoal basin and poked the charcoal in Rong Hua's hand warmer, "I think it's a bit cold in the house today, so I had someone bring over the hand warmer." As he spoke, his mind was somewhat preoccupied.

  Until he handed the hand warmer over to Rong Hua, Chun Yao said: "I'm afraid I'll have to bid farewell to Miss for a while."

  Rong Hua raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

  Chun Yao said: "Jinxiu is going to go out of the mansion for a few days, before she leaves, I must go see her."

  Ronghua was somewhat surprised, "Jinxiu's illness has not improved yet?"

  Chun Yao shook her head, she and Jinxiu were both in the mistress's house, usually not close, but she knew that Jinxiu was a good girl, kind-hearted and down-to-earth, now seeing her end up like this, it was hard for her to bear.

  Mugwort seemed to recall something, "When I was young, I heard people at home say that those who are useless with medicine and stones are because of their thin fortune, can't get through the difficulties, sometimes they need to rely on others' good fortune to get better."

  "Is this really happening?" Chun Yao blurted out unexpectedly.

  Mu Ge nodded, "I also heard from the elderly that first find a string of Buddhist beads, let someone with good fortune hold it and recite scriptures, then place it beside the patient, let the patient absorb some good fortune, if they can get better, then so be it."

  Ronghua thought for a moment, "I happen to have a string of Buddhist beads." She turned around and took out a string of purple sandalwood Buddhist beads from the box in the inner room.

  Rong Hua handed the Buddhist beads to Chun Yao, "If this method works, take my Buddhist beads with you. Jinxiu's illness is always related to me, and I've been worried about it."

  Mugwort could only hold the Buddhist beads in her hand as she listened to Miss Ba say this.

  "But who should be asked to recite the scriptures?"

  Mugun thought for a moment and suddenly smiled, "Who is the luckiest person in this mansion?"

  Of course, madam.

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