After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

At the end of Wuyi Lane, a dignified and graceful figure walked slowly out under the dim moonlight.

His usually gentle features now seemed to have been tempered by ten thousand years of cold ice, as if he had become a different person.

Looking at the young man being carried by his subordinates hiding in the darkness, he said, "She really went to meet the Jiang family father and son during the day."

No wonder she became unsteady in her determination after coming back and kept saying that she didn’t want to be his wife!

Judge Jiang is truly a talented person. Even though I gave him a favor for free, he still wants to repay the favor!

If he hadn't sent someone to kill Jiang Yao, this engagement would have been canceled long ago. How could it be his Jiang family's turn to actually marry into the Xie family!

"What did you threaten her with?" he asked expressionlessly.

The handsome man in front of him was very elegant, but there was a sense of oppression all over his body, as if he was going to be killed in the next second. The son of Jiang Tongpan was so scared that he was shaking like a sieve.

"No, I'm not threatening anyone. Who are you? My father is an official in the court. Taking an official's family hostage is a capital crime..." He said courageously.

"What did you tell her?" Xie Yunji asked again patiently.

But this person didn't know that this was the last chance given to him by the other party, and he still stiffened his neck and said nonsense: "I don't know who you are talking about!"

His father had warned him not to tell anyone about the young lady's substitution.

Xie Yunji glanced at him indifferently, not disguising the naked murderous intent in his eyes. The next moment, he raised his hand and suddenly strangled his neck.

The five bony fingers gradually tightened, and as if looking at an ant, they twisted his neck without hesitation.

The man immediately fell to the ground.

In fact, with his meticulous mind and extraordinary intelligence, it was not difficult for him to guess that they were simply threatening Song Nihuan with her true background, asking her to ask for a position for them. If she was unwilling, they would tell the Xie family the truth.

But what he wanted to know was whether the Jiang family knew that he was the one behind all this, including sending robbers to take her money, sending her to the doorstep of the Jiang family, and making her take the place of Miss Jiang, with whom he was engaged.

Did she know? If she knew... all her hard work these days would be in vain, she would definitely hate him!

Xie Yunji's eyes fell lightly on the subordinate, "Did you handle that matter efficiently?"

"My lord, there is absolutely no evidence left! Madam Song will never know that it was all done by you, lord!" The subordinate had a look of horror on his face.

Who would have known over the years that the man who seemed as gentle as jade on weekdays actually had a heart of a devil.

"That's good." Xie Yunji showed an inexplicable smile on his lips, gently waving his folding fan, leaning down, his voice light and cold, "You did a good job."

The next moment, the folding fan opened and closed, and the sharp tip of the fan suddenly cut the subordinate's neck.

“It just needs to be a little better.”

The man covered his wound, his throat hissing with blood, and in a moment, he fell to the ground without a breath.

The sharp tip of the folding fan was stained with blood. Xie Yunji slowly wiped it clean with a brocade handkerchief, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

It rained the night before, and the rain had not yet dissipated. Strands of cold air penetrated into people's bones, making them feel chilled to the bone.

Before daybreak, many people were crowded in the corridor of Xie's kitchen. Some were yawning and complaining, some were stamping their feet because of the cold, and it was as noisy as a market.

These are people from various hospitals who come to get breakfast.

As the year draws to a close, the kitchen has to prepare food for New Year's Eve, and is busier than usual, so the maids and servants in each courtyard come earlier than usual.

"Why do you want others to pass me again?" Shuanghua reached out her hand to stop the woman behind her, "I am obviously the first one to arrive. I have been waiting here since it got dark."

She knew that everyone in each courtyard wanted to get their share as soon as possible. Even if she came early, she would be squeezed to the back by the maid of some legitimate master. So this time she stayed up all night to wait here and was the first in line.

Unexpectedly, the maid in charge of distributing meals pushed her away and asked knowingly, "Who are you?"

Shuanghua announced her identity in a low voice and begged, "Sister, please help me. We don't have a small kitchen in Tanyuan... The young master has had a stomachache these days. If he eats cold food again, it will probably get worse. Sister, please help me this time. The young master will definitely remember your kindness."

"Someone from Tanyuan?" the head maid asked loudly on purpose.

After hearing the name Tan Yuan, the people who had been standing behind her just now silently distanced themselves from each other, and some even muttered some obscene words under their breath.

"I won't follow her to get the meal. You can go in front of me!" The old woman standing behind Shuanghua wanted to change seats with the maid behind her.

"Would you like this blessing? Who wants to be close to the people in the Tanyuan?"

"I think they should be given a small kitchen so they don't come out to cause trouble. Didn't the master say they were under house arrest? Why are they still coming out?"

……

"Look, it's not that I don't want to serve you. I've already served you the meal, and you don't need the food in the back yard anymore. Sister Shuanghua, don't get up so early to queue up. It's useless." The head maid said indifferently.

Shuanghua was not very old, about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was so embarrassed that her eyes were instantly covered with tears. However, she gritted her teeth to hold back the tears. She sniffed, glanced at them, and then quietly stood at the end of the line.

The corridor was bustling again, as if the scene just now had never happened.

When I got the food box, it was cold again.

Shuanghua knew that the food was cold, but she still ran to the Tanyuan with the food box in her arms. As she ran, tears began to flow. She felt sad. The Second Young Master was such a good person, but everyone hated him. Even the lowest servants in the mansion did not regard him as a proper master.

Shuanghua wiped away her tears and returned to Tanyuan. She gave the food box to the young master and glanced at Xie Tan. As always, there was no fluctuation on this icy face.

It seems like I'm used to it.

He opened the lunch box and ate some quickly.

"Second Young Master, is this all you need to eat? Or I can go get some hot water so it can be better when you drink it." Shuanghua asked tentatively.

"No need."

Xie Tan refused without even raising his eyelids, but his right hand lightly covered his stomach. Then he stood up and walked to the bookshelf, handed the written words to Shuang Hua, and said, "Take it."

"Young Master, you stayed up late writing again? How long will it take us to save money by writing for others? Why is this necessary? The master will not really pursue the one thousand taels..."

After hearing what she said, Xie Tan finally responded: "You talk a lot today."

Shuanghua felt that something was wrong with Xie Tan recently.

He used to be a cold-hearted person, but now his coldness shows obvious weariness, as if he has lost hope.

Even if I was not valued by the master in the past, was flattered and looked down upon, and was bullied, it would never be like this.

She thought that once the young master could return to the Ministry of War, things might get better.

"Why aren't you going yet?" Xie Tan asked, looking up.

Shuanghua hurriedly took it and turned to run to the gatehouse.

In Shuanghua's heart, the young master's calligraphy is a precious thing, not just worth a few taels of silver. The second young master was better at studying than the eldest young master when he was young, but for some reason, he failed the exam when he took the exam in the same year.

Later, with the help of his master, he entered the Ministry of War as a sinecure. Although it was one of the six ministries, it was far less prestigious than the eldest son in the Hanlin Academy.

Since receiving his salary from the imperial court, the second young master has never withdrawn a single cent from the Xie family's account.

But a few days ago, for some reason, he forged the master's handwriting and withdrew 1,000 taels of gold from the account! When he was brought back to Xie's house by the eldest son, he had not even a tael of silver left on him.

These days I rely on writing couplets and letters for others and selling paintings to pay off my debts bit by bit.