Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

"Why do you look like that? Are you reluctant to leave me, the little general?"

Shen Jing yawned again, "Xie Lanzhao, I told you not to covet this young general, it will be fruitless."

Feng Jia ignored his jokes and just put a banknote on the corner of the table: "I'll pay you back the one thousand taels I owed you in Shicheng."

Shen Jing was stunned: "When did you become so rich?"

Thanks to the two boxes of jewelry given by Xie Qian, although they were second-hand items, fortunately they were all authentic. She asked Qingshu to pawn them all at the pawnshop and got a lot of silver.

Shen Jing seemed to have thought of something and said, "I heard that you have become the daughter of the Xie family and are now generous. I am very curious, what method did you use to make Xie Qian, that old fox, listen to you?"

"Don't worry about this. Anyway, I'll return the thousand taels to you, and I won't owe you any favors from now on."

"No need," Shen Jing waved his hand nonchalantly, "You've already paid it back, it's something a thousand times more important than silver."

An orchid handkerchief was neatly folded on his lapel.

Hearing this, Feng Jia was stunned for a moment.

Three days ago, Shen Jing climbed over the wall to find her again and asked her how her search for her belongings was going. However, all her things from her previous life had been burned by the people in Xie's house, so there was no way there were any belongings left.

Feng Jia was annoyed by his noise, so she casually threw him a handkerchief. The orchid on it was painted by her a few days ago, and her nickname, Wanwan, was written in the lower right corner.

It was just a simple handkerchief, but he treated it as a treasure and hid it in his arms with joy.

That day, Feng Jia looked at Shen Jing from afar with that expression, and she felt indescribable in her heart. She didn't know whether she was more touched or more regretful. It was at that moment that she realized it.

It turns out that he likes her.

He actually likes her.

But Shen Jing in his previous life never revealed a word, so Feng Jia at that time simply thought that Shen Jing just admired her.

But after a rebirth, she slowly saw many things clearly. He would bring her freshly picked lychees in May, and would stand on the wall to share the gains and losses of the day. After being beaten by his father, such a proud boy would run to her to show her his wounds and seek comfort.

He would look at her with a sad expression when she got married. The boy's fiery gaze and the words that couldn't be said seemed like yesterday.

If that’s not love, then what is it?

But in her previous life, she only had Xie Zilin in her heart and eyes. Even if other people caught her eyes, they were not in her heart.

"does it worth?"

Shen Jing was not prepared for her question and frowned slightly, "What?"

Didn't you tell me you don't like fighting?

You said you don't like fighting and killing, you don't like death, and you don't like the dry sandstorm in the north. So why did you insist on requesting a transfer order and going to the war with the general?

Feng Jia pursed her lips but couldn't utter a word.

I just said, "Is it worth it for a dead person?"

"Of course she deserves it," the boy's love was frank and pure. Shen Jing's eyes drifted into the distance, and his voice was gentle: "She deserves the best."

Three years ago, the Feng family was involved in a corruption case. Obviously, the case was full of suspicious points, but no one in the capital dared to investigate. He had beaten the drum to report the case in the dark night, and had also reported it to the Censorate and submitted a memorial of the Emperor, but a word from the Censorate choked him.

He asked, who is Feng Jia to you?

Yes, who is she to him?

He was just a follower of hers, a coward who didn't even dare to express his love.

It was also at that moment that he understood that without any military merit, what good was a mere title of a minor general? At that time, he could not shake the powerful Prime Minister Xie at all!

Only if he climbs high enough and stands far enough, his words will carry weight, and the Censorate will not hesitate to re-investigate the case because of his status and position. This time, the invasion of the Li Dynasty is the best opportunity he has been waiting for in three years!

"I told you when we were in Shicheng that I wanted to entrust you to investigate a case. I'm sure you've guessed that the case I want you to investigate is the old case of the Feng family three years ago."

"There are many suspicious points in that case. I hope you can help me find evidence, Xie Lanzhao. My word is as good as gold. As long as you can help me overturn the case, the General's Mansion can be your eternal backer!"

"I will investigate the case," Feng Jia looked at him. After a while, she said with some difficulty, "If you really want to help her overturn the case, then, come back alive."

Shen Jing looked up at the treetops, but suddenly curved his eyes: "Sometimes I think you are somewhat similar to her. If she were still alive, maybe you could become good friends."

Feng Jia also curled her lips: "Maybe."

There was no sound above her head. She looked up again and found that Shen Jing was gone.

Feng Jia stood up and was about to practice swordplay with the sword manual in his hand, when he saw a doorman from the main room walk in.

"Ms. Nine, the master wants you to go to the study."

"Did something happen?"

The servant shook his head: "That's not what I said."

Feng Jia stood up and was led by the servant. When they were approaching the main courtyard, they suddenly caught a glimpse of a fluttering moon-white robe disappearing around the corner, followed by a faint scent of magnolia wafting over.

She withdrew her gaze indifferently and walked into the garden without stopping.

Sandalwood was burning in the study. Xie Qian was sitting upright on a sandalwood lacquered chair. When he saw her coming, he waved to the servants.

The servants retreated one after another, and Qingshu looked at Feng Jia, and only after seeing the tacit approval in her eyes did he follow them in retreating.

Xie Qian had a gentle smile on his face: "Zhao'er, come here."

Feng Jia walked over, the fragrance of magnolia filled her nose, and her eyelashes twitched slightly.

She had smelled this fragrance before. It came from the fourth young lady of the mansion, Xie Shubai. She had been here. No, it should be said that she had just left.

Even so, Feng Jia did not hesitate at all, walked up to Xie Qian, and bowed, "Father."

"Look at these." Xie Qian said.

There was an account book on the table. Feng Jia picked it up and looked through it. It was easy to find that this should be the account of a tea garden somewhere in the Xie family.

"Any questions?" Xie Qian poured himself a cup of tea.

"Something is not right," Feng Jia naturally picked up the red pen to make comments, but found that the red clay on the pen was still fresh and moist, which must have been used by Xie Shubai before.

Feng Jia roughly guessed Xie Qian's intention.

This is a test.

Perhaps it was a test to see which of his two daughters could take charge of the accounts in the mansion on behalf of Manager Meng who had just been beaten to death. Or perhaps he was still in shock after experiencing Manager Meng's betrayal, so he copied the real account book twice to test his two daughters' loyalty to him.

If the account book is given to only one person, then as long as that person becomes greedy, it will not be easy for him to find out. But if it is given to two people, it will be different. They don’t know each other’s existence. If someone intentionally conceals something, it is easy to find the problem after comparison.

Feng Jia sneered in her heart. This Xie Qian was more suspicious and smarter than she had imagined.

However, she had no interest in the accounting power of the Xie Mansion. The reason why she pointed out the corruption of Manager Meng was, firstly, because she knew that he was Meng's confidant and wanted to eliminate him, and secondly, she wanted to find out something.

"Father, these are the problematic parts of my drawing, and I have made annotations next to them."

Feng Jia handed the account book in her hand to Xie Qian, who took it and his eyes gradually became approving.

He glanced at his daughter who was standing beside him, waiting obediently, hesitated for a moment, turned around, took out a box from the study cabinet, and then took out a brand new account book from the box.

"Zhao'er, please take a look at this for your father."

Feng Jia took it with both hands. The cover of this account book was different from the previous one. The color and leather were different. What was even more different was that there was nothing written on the cover. After opening it, each entry only had the date without any detailed items.

Feng Jia's heart was stirred.

What she wanted finally came.