Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

"Tenth sister, it's against the rules for you to barge into my apricot garden so loudly, isn't it?"

At this moment, Xie Changrong no longer looked like a lady from a noble family. Her hideous and twisted face looked like a demon that had crawled out of the ground. She stared at Feng Jia intently, as if she wanted to burn a hole through her: "Bitch! Who is your sister! How dare you, a dirty and lowly concubine's daughter, call me your sister!"

Feng Jia frowned. In her previous life, she had no contact with this second cousin, so even though she had tripped her up and almost embarrassed herself during the tea party, Feng Jia did not blame her, thinking that she was young and inexperienced. But if she provoked him again and again, then don't blame her for being rude.

"Let me ask you! Apart from my second brother, was there anyone else traveling with you from Shicheng back to Beijing?"

In stark contrast to Xie Changrong's furious look, Feng Jia was calm and composed, even picking up the teacup and taking a sip: "So what if there is."

"Is it General Shen?"

The overturned teacup, the maidservant Duan who fled in a hurry after being discovered eavesdropping, and Xie Changrong who came to question her... Feng Jia knew the whole story with just a simple connection.

Feng Jia put down the teacup and smiled: "I was wondering who it was, it turns out that the one eavesdropping at the wall was your maid."

"So you admit it! It was General Shen who escorted you back to Beijing! And General Shen did climb over the wall to see you recently? You bitch!!!"

Xie Changrong rushed forward like crazy and tried to pull Feng Jia's hair, but Feng Jia dodged her attack deftly. She was tripped by a stool and fell to the ground, with even her hair bun crooked.

"Ahhhhhh!!! I'll kill you! Xie Lanzhao! I'll kill you!" Xie Changrong screamed.

"Xie Lanzhao, how could you be so shameless! You seduced General Shen! Why don't you two let me have an easy life! Why! Why! Originally, I was the one who wanted to discuss marriage with General Shen! Why did it end up with that bitch from the fourth room! Now the general is making clothes for you again!"

"But what have I done wrong?! I just like the young general, what have I done wrong? Sister Shu told me that, apart from Xie Yunyao, only my appearance and status can match the young general, and Sister Yunyao is destined to marry the most noble man, she will not compete with me, I am the only one in the world who is worthy of the young general!"

Xie Changrong was lying on the ground, cursing viciously at first, but she laughed crazily the next second, staring blankly at a certain place in the room, as if she was talking to someone: "You told me! Sister Shu said so, and Uncle Prime Minister said so too, so I restrained myself day after day and year after year, trying my best to follow the rules and etiquette! Just to be worthy of the position of the legitimate mother of the general's mansion! Just to be favored by General Shen! I worked so hard! I was doing it according to the goal you gave me! Why did you tell me in the end that it wasn't me who got married!"

It turned out that she had been placed with high hopes since she was a child. Presumably, Xie Changrong had been moving closer to the goal of becoming General Shen's biological mother every day. Who would have known that one day everyone would tell her that the person to be discussed for marriage was not her.

The dream is shattered, no wonder he is so crazy.

If Feng Jia in her previous life had encountered such a scene, she would definitely help her up, or even say a few words of comfort. However, she had died once, and her heart had become as hard as a rock. Although she was not an unforgivable criminal, she would never be a good person. So she just stood there coldly and watched Xie Changrong go crazy.

"Just give it to me?" Seeing that Feng Jia was not moved at all, Xie Changrong slowly calmed down, and then took Feng Jia's sleeve, just like she had just held Xie Yunyao's in Meng's yard, and said in a flattering voice: "Sister, Ninth Sister, didn't you say you are my sister? Just give this dress to me! I promise to be obedient in the future! Just treat you like I treat Sister Yunyao and the others, okay?"

Feng Jia naturally wouldn't care about having a sister like that, but at the moment there was no one more suitable than her to take on this hot potato.

Feng Jia looked at Xie Changrong, a faint smile bloomed on the corner of her mouth: "Are you telling the truth, sister? If you give me this skirt, will you be willing to treat me sincerely?"

"Of course! Rong'er never lies! Good sister! Good sister! Just give it to me!" Seeing that she was reluctant, Xie Changrong quickly pulled her sleeve and acted coquettishly.

"I can give you the clothes, but you have to promise me one thing," Feng Jia bit her lip as if she had made a great decision. "You know, my aunt died early, and I have no one to rely on in the Xie Mansion. Although my mother dare not do anything to me openly, you have also seen my garden, which is shabby and shabby. How can a prime minister's daughter live there?"

"Sister, what I mean is..."

Feng Jia sighed as if she had no doubt: "Mother is very strict, and I am afraid that I won't be able to please her... If the second branch can help me in the future, so that I can have some confidence in getting married, it would be great."

"So that's what happened. Don't worry, sister! I'll tell mother when I get back! I will definitely find a perfect husband for you!" Xie Changrong said innocently and romantically, but hidden in her eyes was a poisonous coldness.

"Then I'll give this dress to my sister. I hope she can shine at the banquet tonight!"

Feng Jia handed the clothes and the suitcase to Xie Changrong. Xie Changrong reached out to take them with joy. However, the moment she took them, the expression on her face suddenly changed from a friendly face to one full of sarcasm.

"A concubine's daughter wants to marry a man of her dreams! How shameless! She has no idea how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is!"

"Tenth sister?" Feng Jia's face was filled with shock. "How can you go back on your word?"

"You are stupid! You were fooled by me in just a few words!" Xie Changrong laughed proudly and arrogantly, "You lowly thing! How dare you snatch it from me! Whether it's the little general or this dress! They are all mine!"

Feng Jia seemed to be extremely angry and reached out to grab the clothes: "Give it back to me!"

Xie Changrong was not willing to give it to her, so she pushed Feng Jia's shoulder hard and pushed her directly onto the table. Looking at her frustrated look, Xie Changrong felt extremely pleased and left Xingyuan with great satisfaction.

After Xie Changrong walked away, Feng Jia stood up and brushed the dust off his body calmly.

There was no trace of the anger and resentment he had just shown on his face.

"What a lunatic." Feng Jia said to Xie Chang's daughter from behind.

She poured herself a cup of tea and blew away the foam gently. The hot steam floated on her long and thick eyelashes, making her almond-shaped eyes look even darker and blacker.

"That Princess Pyeongchang is a lunatic, and here comes another lunatic. I wonder who is crazier between these two?"

Feng Jia drank the tea in one gulp, with a faint smile on her lips. She was looking forward to who would win the Hongmen Banquet that Meng had prepared for her tonight!