Chapter 4 — Judge's Debt Book

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. Her question was interesting. How to live? I remember the look of my mother falling in a pool of blood ten years ago, remember the fresh blood spreading all over the ground, remember the six year old girl with wide eyes, standing behind the hallway pillar watching the whole process. I slowly answered her word by word in my heart. How to live? Of course, being an ox and a horse will prolong the dying breath, and living will be worse than dying. 06 Not long after, the father completely stopped breathing. When my sister received the news, she immediately returned from Tong residence. She was dressed in pure white and had a calm face as she entered the hall and lit three incense sticks in front of her father's altar. When doing all of this, there was no expression on her face. Don't laugh, don't cry. A person has been dead inside for ten years. What kind of trouble can he create if he dies once more? The funeral was arranged well. In the palace, white lanterns were hung and white couplets were posted, and people came and paid their respects constantly. Colleagues in the court, distant relatives, business friends, all kinds of people came one after another. Concubine Lieu considered herself the mistress, guarding the shrine every day, crying until the world was dark, her eyes swollen like peach nuts. She was really heartbroken and really scared. We can see it. Every time she cried, the corner of her eyes always secretly glanced at me, like a prey that smelled danger, instinctively sensing something. It's just that she still doesn't understand where this danger comes from. The day of mourning is over, and the moment of direct confrontation has finally come. The servant came to report, saying that Concubine Lieu "invited" me to the main hall, there was something important to discuss. "She said that the second lady must bring the key to the book room and the inventory list, the affairs in the palace need to be handed over." Handed over. I put down the notebook I was reading and burst out laughing. She truly considers herself an important person. The funeral cloth in the shrine had not yet been taken down, her father's coffin had not yet been lowered into the grave, she could not wait and wanted to seize power. Also good. Save me having to go look for her. I changed into a white mourning outfit, didn't bring the key, and didn't bring the list. Just like that, he walked empty-handed, carrying a cold body into the main hall. Concubine Liu sat on the main throne. That was the position her father used to sit in, and it was also the position that during her twenty years as a concubine, she had never had the right to sit in. Seeing me coming, she didn't stand up, just held the tea and slowly took a sip. That posture is exactly like she is the official owner of this palace. "The second maid has arrived." She raised her eyelids, her voice carrying a bit of fake regret: "The old master left too quickly, the palace cannot go a day without someone to manage it. You are still young, and you are a girl, you don't understand these trivial matters. Give me the key and the list, let the lady take care of things in the palace for you." Such a nice "manage for me" sentence. When she said this, she didn't even look directly at me, as if I was just an entangled junior who could be chased away with a few random words. I didn't answer, just looked at her silently. The hall is extremely quiet. The old servants stood in the corner with their necks shrunken, not even daring to breathe loudly. They are all watching. Observing the second young lady from childhood to adulthood, she never fought or won, only knowing how she would cope with burying her head in reading this medical book. I was silent for a while, and Concubine Lieu began to lose patience. "What's wrong?" She put down the tea cup, the corner of her mouth curled up like a smile, not a smile: "Are you mute? Or can't you bear to hand over those keys?" "All these years your father raised you and provided you with those random medicinal herbs, I never said anything. Now

The old man is gone, the house needs a manager anyway. What can an unmarried girl like you understand?” “Listen to what you say, obediently hand it over here. From now on, I will of course not mistreat you. Finding you a good family, so that you can get married, will also be considered as fulfilling your father's will." When speaking of "good family", the mockery in her eyes could not be hidden at all. The meaning was extremely clear. People like Grandmother Song were also called "good family" by her. I looked at her carefully maintained face, looked at the arrogance in the corner of her eyebrows that had not faded over the years, and suddenly felt extremely calm. That's it. is the calmness of a person who has waited for ten years, finally waiting for this moment. I spoke: "Lin Bach." The sound was not loud. But as soon as he finished speaking, someone suddenly pushed open the cold wind of early spring, blowing the white flags in the hall. A tall figure walked against the light, walking through the door Jet black suit, cuffs neatly tied, footsteps carried by the wind, strode in front of me, knelt down on one knee, held his fist and bowed his head. "Second Miss."