Chapter Forty-Seven Go See Him

  With another heavy snowfall, the Lunar New Year is just five or six days away.

  The maid rubbed her hands and stepped into the house, where a warm atmosphere filled the room.

  Jiangniang sat by the window looking outside.

  "Girl, aren't you afraid of the cold?" The maid went a few steps forward and knelt down, warming her hands and feet by the brazier as she said, "When I first followed Master to come from the south, during my first winter, I cried every day because of the freezing cold."

  "Also cold," said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  The maid smiled.

  "Daughter, shall we stay at home today or go to the young masters' place?" she asked.

  "Go to your brothers' place," said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  The maid answered and got up to open the door, calling over a servant girl to have her prepare the carriage.

  It is natural for a daughter in the family to inform her mother when she goes out, let alone a relative's daughter.

  Madam Zhou soon received the servant's report.

  "Going out again?" Mrs. Zhou frowned and said, looking at the heavy snow outside.

  "Also, take some money." The servant woman said with her head lowered.

  Mrs. Zhou turned her head and looked at Old Man Zhou sitting in the house.

  "How did she dare to speak?" She said with a surprised face.

  Wouldn't you feel even more at ease in your own home?

  Which normal woman can be like this?

  "A woman who runs out every day, what a spectacle!" Old Master Zhou scolded with a stern face, "She has a mother to give birth to her, but no mother to teach her, and she's been foolish for over a decade. You go tell her about it."

  "Me?" Mrs. Zhou shook her head, "Did I say it was suitable?"

  "You are her aunt and mother, how is it not suitable?" Old Master Zhou said displeased.

  "Aunt, if she really treated me like a mother, would she still be doing this?" Madam Zhou said with displeasure.

  The couple is worried. Zhou Lang has already grabbed his raincoat and gone out. He bumped into Qin Langjun who was just about to enter the door.

  "Are you going out again?" Qin Langjun exclaimed in surprise. "You really have forgotten about your brother now that you have a sister."

  Zhou Lang glared at him and waved his hand to leave.

  "I told Liu Lang, it's useless to do things this way. Whatever you do is invisible in her eyes." Qin Langjun reached out and grabbed him, shaking his head and saying, "Listen to me for a moment, ignoring her won't work. Letting her have her way would be even better."

  "I'll do what I want, no matter what she thinks." Shūroku said, raising his head with a hint of stubbornness.

  "That's right, which annoyed her." Qin Langjun said, looking at Zhou Liulang, "Forget it, I'll go with you."

  "This has nothing to do with you." Zhou Liulang said, lifting his foot and walking away in big strides.

  Qin Lang followed up.

  "It's snowing heavily today, just right for having a hot pot and barbecue. Why don't I invite you brothers and sisters to go to the Divine Residence?" He changed the subject with a smile.

  It's better not to mention it. As soon as this was mentioned, Zhou Liuzi's face turned ugly.

  "It's not needed," he said.

  "Why?" Qin Lang was stunned and asked.

  "It's gone," said Shūrō on Saturday.

  Qin Langjun looked at him and laughed haha.

  "Good kid, you really..." He shook his head and smiled, then asked in a hurry, "Does she like it?"

  Zhou Lang took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Qin Langjun.

  "Guess," he said.

  Qin Lang was shocked.

  This was roughly the first time he had seen Qin Lang Jun's face with such an expression since getting to know him, Zhou Lang couldn't help but laugh.

  That woman is weird and likes to pretend to be silly, making others speechless, it's really fun.

  This thought flashed through his mind, and Zhou Liulang's smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

  He shook his cloak and strode away, his leather boots kicking up swirling snowflakes as he headed towards the inner courtyard gate.

  "The Sixth Master is again going to be a rickshaw boy for Madame Cheng..."

  "The Sixth Master is really good to Cheng's wife..."

  However, people's gossip only went this far and didn't say anything beyond brotherly love because, after all, who let this Cheng girl be a silly fool in the past?

  Although it looks a bit better now, the fact that once was cannot be erased. Moreover, looking at her now, she doesn't look much better, strange and weird, one glance and you can tell she's different from ordinary women.

  Zhou Jialiu may not be the eldest son, but he can't marry a daughter like that either.

  During the busy New Year's season, people pay respects to heaven and their ancestors. There are fewer people on the streets than at other times, especially in wine shops and taverns.

  A woman wearing a large cloak stood still at the street corner, looking around as if searching for something. The shop assistants of the stores with newly hung lanterns were all ready to answer her questions.

  But the woman stopped for a moment and went straight in one direction.

  "This is going to Ma Shi Street, and it's actually still known from Tie Hu Tong, originally not an outsider, but a familiar customer in the capital." The shopkeeper standing on the ladder shook his head and sighed.

  After passing through the alley, she arrived at a bustling street. The woman walked for a while and saw an unassuming wine tower with a flag hanging from it, on which were written the three characters "Kuiyuanju".

  "It's indeed here." The woman said, stepping inside and removing her hood.

  At the time of the New Year's festival, those who could return home had all gone back, and the inn seemed particularly deserted. Two attendants stood behind the counter surrounding a brazier to warm themselves, and when they heard a noise, they lifted their heads to see a pretty young maid, and hurriedly welcomed her with smiles.

  "Looking for a Mr. Han from Su Prefecture." The maid said, handing over a handful of money, "Brothers, warm up with some wine on this cold winter day."

  The two men were overjoyed, never expecting the young maid to be so generous. Guests came and went at the inn, some leaving their names and others not, but it wasn't easy to find someone right away. However, the two of them didn't hesitate and pointed behind them.

  "Mr. Han is on the third floor of the east wing, I'll take my sister there now," one of them said.

  The maid smiled and thanked him, following the shopkeeper towards the back. The door was knocked open, but it wasn't Han Yuanchao who came out.

  The man was taken aback when he saw the maid.

  "Liu Xiucai, this sister is looking for Han Xiucai," said the shop assistant.

  The maid curtsies.

  "We met yesterday, I don't know if you still remember me." she said.

  Liu Xiu suddenly came to himself and his expression turned strange again.

  "Are you looking for Yuan Chao?" he asked.

  "Yes, my master has asked me to invite him," said the maid.

  Liu Xiu's expression became even more peculiar, seemingly embarrassed, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

  "Who is looking for me?"

  Behind them, voices were heard, and three people looked back. Two of them were stepping up the stairs, with Han Won-jo taking off his cloak.

  The maid knelt down beside her, watching the two men pull Korean yuan a few steps away and whispering to each other, she didn't care, turning her gaze away.

  A man on the other side saw the maid turn away and nodded even more.

  "It's a great family education, and it can be seen that the family is extraordinary." He said in a low voice, grabbing Han Yuan Chao's arm, "I don't know how it compares to settling down in Texas?"

  "Yes, yes, marriage is a big deal for life, you must consider it carefully." Another person also whispered and patted Hanyuan Chao's shoulder with excitement.

  Han Yuanchao lost his smile.

  "There's nothing to think about," he said, pushing the two people away and walking straight towards the maid.

  The maid quickly got up and waited for Han Yuan to sit down before sitting down again.

  "Mr. Lang, my master wants..." she said.

  Before he could finish speaking, Han Yuanchao raised his hand and interrupted him.

  "No need to think about it anymore, I've already been betrothed thanks to your kindness, so please forgive me, noble master." He said with a composed expression.

  The maid was taken aback, then burst out laughing, the more she laughed, the more she wanted to laugh, and couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, but still couldn't stifle the giggles.