Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

"Oh, Sister Nine, I'm so sorry."

Xie Changrong looked down at Feng Jia with a smile in her eyes, and then slowly moved her high boots away, as if the kick just now was really unintentional.

Feng Jia's smile did not diminish at all. She picked up the white feather fan with clear footprints on it, shook off all the dust on it, and then handed it to Xie Changrong: "Tenth sister, is it ok?"

"Of course... Oops!" The moment Xie Changrong stretched out her hand, she "accidentally" dropped the fan on the ground again.

The white feather fan was turned over on the ground, with a lot of dust accumulated on the fan.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Xie Changrong was teasing her on purpose, and Zhou Muqi often used this method to tease the concubines in his own house. He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Although Xie Xiyi didn't say anything, there was a barely perceptible glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.

The smile on Feng Jia's lips began to turn cold.

Xie Changrong leaned back slightly, with a mocking smile on her lips: "I'm sorry, Sister Nine, I'm not steady, so I can only trouble you to pick it up again."

"Tenth Miss! Don't go too far!" Song Huai couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were about to burn with fire.

"Why are the maids in your Prime Minister's Mansion so ignorant of the rules? The masters are talking, and it's the turn of a lowly maid to interrupt?" Zhou Muqi covered her mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled.

Feng Jia's eyes fell on Zhou Muqi, who was stunned. His eyes were so cold, as if he had just been fished out of a cold pond. Zhou Muqi couldn't help but shiver. The smile on his lips also froze.

The coldness on Feng Jia's lips quickly dissipated. She raised her head and said softly, "It's not that my hand slipped, but that I was too soft on you."

She took a step forward, but Xie Changrong subconsciously took a step back, alert all over: "Why are you so close to me...ah!"

The next second, there was a sudden scream.

The green-clothed woman who had a faint smile on her face suddenly lost all expression. She grabbed Xie Changrong's hair and dragged her towards a water tank nearby.

The hands above her head were as steady and powerful as iron clamps. No matter how Xie Changrong struggled, she could not break free. Her scalp felt as if it was exploding. She screamed at Feng Jia to let go, but the other party turned a deaf ear to her and even quickened his pace.

No one expected things to turn out like this. Everyone present was stunned and forgot what to do for a moment. They could only watch Xie Changrong being dragged to the water tank like a chicken with no ability to fight back.

Feng Jia threw her to the ground, and Xie Changrong's back hit the surface of the water tank with a thud. She felt her back was about to break.

But before he could even cry out in pain, Feng Jia grabbed him by his hair, lifted him up, held his head down, and shoved him hard into the water tank.

The splashing water wet Feng Jia's sleeves, shoes and socks, making her stone-blue gown appear even greener, but she didn't care. Her pair of eyes, distinctly black and white, were as deep as a dark pool.

"Tenth Miss!" Chunmei was the first to react. She screamed, but her voice seemed to break due to fear and terror. The umbrella in her hand slipped to the ground due to her weak grip, splashing dust.

The sound woke everyone up.

Zhou Muqi, who had been arrogant and conceited, screamed and covered his face with a handkerchief, not daring to look anymore. Xie Xiyi opened his mouth slightly, his face full of horror, and Song Huai was also full of surprise.

Just when Xie Changrong felt she was about to drown, Feng Jia lifted her head up.

Xie Changrong's originally neatly tied hair was completely messed up by Feng Jia, the gold hairpins and jade rings on her head were also twisted, and the broken hair stuck to her cheeks, making her look extremely embarrassed.

Feng Jia whispered slowly in her ear: "Tenth sister, I have tolerated you again and again. It seems that I have given you an illusion that I am a good-tempered person?"

"Please, let me go... wu... gurgle gurgle..." Xie Changrong's voice was trembling as she begged for mercy. However, before she could finish her words, her head was pushed into the water again.

After a while, Feng Jia was carried up again.

Xie Changrong felt her stomach churning and bloating. She didn't know if it was because she was too scared or because she drank too much water. She felt like vomiting.

"How could you have such an illusion, Tenth Sister? Have I been too kind and polite to you these days?"

"No! No, no! I'm wrong! Sister, I'm wrong!" Xie Changrong was so scared that her legs went weak and she couldn't stand steadily. Tears flowed like crazy.

Chunmei cried and fell to Fengjia's feet, kowtowing repeatedly: "Miss! Ninth Miss! I beg you! Please let our Miss Rong go! Our Miss Rong will never dare to do that again!"

"Since your maidservant begged for you, I will spare you this time."

As soon as Feng Jia loosened her grip, Xie Changrong immediately collapsed to the ground like a piece of mud.

"Thank you, Ninth Miss! Thank you, Ninth Miss!" Chunmei kowtowed a few more times on the ground, then rolled and crawled to Xie Changrong and pulled her up.

Xie Changrong leaned her entire body on Chunmei, unable to exert any strength at all and could only dry heave.

Feng Jia raised her eyebrows: "Remember, this is the last time. If you dare to have bad intentions again..."

"I don't dare anymore... Sister, I don't dare anymore..." Xie Changrong burst into tears.

"This is my good sister." Feng Jia smiled. She walked sideways to the young monk, who was stunned. He had never seen such a strong woman, but he still said with a stiff neck: "Dear guest, this temple prohibits, prohibits gathering and fighting..."

Feng Jia's black and white eyes showed a hint of surprise: "Young Master, how can this be called a fight? Didn't you see that it was my clumsy sister who accidentally fell into the water tank?"

The little monk was shocked: "It's obviously you..."

"It must be because of the confusion just now that you didn't see clearly, little master," Feng Jia interrupted him and said to the back, "You are close, so you should have seen it most clearly. Did my stupid sister fall into the tank by herself?"

Chunmei and Liu'er looked at each other and didn't dare to speak.

Feng Jia's lips curled up slightly: "If you have seen it, tell the truth. If you still haven't seen it even when it's so close, then you don't need those eyes!"

Chunmei and Liu'er were so frightened that they knelt on the ground together. Liu'er said, "Miss! I saw it! It was indeed the Tenth Miss who accidentally fell into the water!"

Chunmei also said immediately: "I saw it too! If the old lady and the third lady ask us about it, we will only tell the truth! We will never dare to say anything else! We will not blame anyone! Don't worry, young lady!"

"Let me tell you, young master, you've made a mistake." Feng Jia turned around and said.

The little monk was so frightened that he dared not even breathe.

Feng Jia looked at the jar with a look of pity on her face: "Little Master, the water in the jar is dirty. Let my servant follow you to fetch water and fill it up later."

The little monk waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no need, sir! The place to get water is far away, I can do it myself!"

Feng Jia shook her head, "You must, little master. I am the most fair person. If someone respects me one foot, I will respect them ten feet. But if someone offends me even an inch, I will peel off her skin, pull out her tendons, and make her die without a complete corpse!"

Hearing this, Xie Xiyi, who was standing in the corner, subconsciously covered her chest. She had a vague feeling that these words were directed at her.

After Xie Changrong, is it my turn next?