On the night of the broken engagement, the paranoid prince came to me crying and asking for my statu

Su Sui'an's brows furrowed slightly.

There is a connection between the Dingbei Palace and the Ninth Prince, so it is not difficult to see that the Ninth Prince was able to give the Jade Order to Rong Xian with the instruction of the Dingbei Palace.

It was obvious that she was attracted by Rong Xian's desire to repay her.

He took advantage of Rong Xian.

Thinking of this, Su Sui'an's pupils shrank slightly.

Whenever Su Sui'an thought about Rong Xian becoming a tool used by the rich and powerful, he would always feel more distressed for the boy's experience...

With pity.

Even she herself was surprised why she would be so emotionally moved by a young boy, as if...

They had a bond early on.

After shaking his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Su Sui'an looked at Liu'er again.

"In short, trust me, even if you can't find out any information about the Prince of Dingbei, nothing will go wrong."

Since the people in Dingbei Palace secretly instructed the Ninth Prince to deliver the Jade Order to her in a roundabout way, she would just assume that the people in Dingbei Palace were waiting for her.

After getting Su Sui'an's assurance, Liu'er finally went out.

Not long after Liu'er left, Mei'er came into the house with a small plate of cakes in a lunch box.

"Miss, this was sent by someone from the main room. They said it was a breakfast reward for you."

Su Sui'an nodded and let Mei'er take the pastries out of the food box.

The eldest wife was quite generous today and sent her blood bird's nest cake and gold foil eight-treasure cake.

There is also a small bowl of blood bird's nest placed in the insulation layer at the bottom of the food box.

Mei'er was stunned, "This..."

In the past, let alone bird's nest cake or eight-treasure cake, even a small piece of mung bean cake would be reluctant to be sent...

Su Sui'an took a look at the bright red blood-swallow bird's nest cake, which was so transparent that the color inside could not be seen, and the eight-treasure cake, which was tightly wrapped in gold foil, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"I'll eat later, you can leave first."

"Miss, be careful of traps." Mei'er was anxious.

Su Sui'an smiled and said soothingly, "It's almost time for the thank-you banquet. It's unwise to do anything to me at this critical moment. Hong is not that stupid."

The fewer people who knew about the cooperation with Hong, the better. Su Sui'an didn't even tell Liu'er and Mei'er. Therefore, even when Su Sui'an went out to meet Hong at night yesterday, he didn't bring them with him.

Later, when they saw that she came back safely and didn't say anything, the two of them swallowed the questions that were on the tip of their tongues.

Mei'er thought about it and felt that what her young lady said made sense, and she finally felt half relieved.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard Su Sui'an's order, "Go to the kitchen and get me two small tweezers for picking crab legs."

Mei'er didn't suspect anything and left, but soon came back with a pair of tweezers.

After Mei'er left again, Su Sui'an slowly picked up one of the cakes and gently broke it open.

When she saw the transparent oil paper as thin as a cicada's wing, a meaningful sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

As expected, Mrs. Hong sent her a message in this way.

She did not touch the folded oil paper directly with her hands. Instead, she used tweezers, carefully preventing the oil paper from touching her skin, and paying close attention not to damage the oil paper when removing it, so as to avoid losing sight of the contents on it.

About half an incense stick later, Su Sui'an finally unwrapped the first piece of oil paper.

On the palm-sized oil paper, there were only a few numbers written: At the beginning of the Mao hour, Su Qi came from the study to admit his mistake.

The following words were cut off.

Su Sui'an raised his eyebrows: Wow, this is a serialized storybook by Hong.

He spoke half-heartedly, just wanting her to take down all the oil paper.

Thinking of the methods used by Mrs. Hong before her death in the previous life, Su Sui'an became more wary of these pastries. He covered his face with a handkerchief, fearing that he would smell something he shouldn't.

It seems that her threat yesterday made Mrs. Hong take notice of her.

She now wants to use her to get rid of Zhao Qingwan and her daughter, and also wants to take this opportunity to get rid of her.

What a dreamer.

Su Sui'an thought about it, turned around and went to his closet, took out the sheepskin gloves he only wore in winter, broke open all the pastries in one go, and then opened them one by one with tweezers.

After opening and reading all thirty small notes, Su Sui'an finally pieced together the message that Hong wanted to convey to her.

Su Qishun went to Hong's house early in the morning to beg for mercy.

Following Su Sui'an's instructions, Hong let Su Qishun know that her foot was injured.

Just as Su Sui'an had guessed, Su Qishun felt very distressed, so he scolded Nanny Dai for not protecting her master well enough and insisted on beating her with thirty boards as a punishment.

Before Nanny Dai was beaten, Hong had already informed the other servants in Fuyao Hall. The servants all knew how bad Su Qishun had been the day before. Now with Hong's tacit approval, all the servants in Fuyao Hall were united as never before.

After Xuxu beat Nanny Dai with thirty strokes of the stick, he had her carried back to his own residence.

Su Qishun thought he had established authority for the Hong family, and once again flattered them in an attempt to get them to cover up the matter of Qin Qing.

This time, Hong agreed reluctantly, on the condition that Su Qishun would send Qin Qing away and not let her stay in front of her.

Su Qishun agreed readily.

On the last piece of oil paper, Hong only wrote one sentence: Waiting for the thank-you banquet.

Therefore, Hong also planned to do something at the thank you banquet...

Su Sui'an lowered her eyes, and finally she collected all thirty pieces of oil paper, swept the broken cakes into the same tray, and took out one of the thirty pieces of oil paper, scratched out the words on it, and called Mei'er, "Take these cakes and feed them to Ding Dagui's dog. Before feeding the dog, lock the dog in a relatively cramped space, then light the oil paper, and by the way, give this bowl of bird's nest to Ding Dagui, and ask Ding Dagui to find a way to secretly send the bird's nest to Nanny Dai who is 'injured in bed'."

"It's reasonable to give this cake to Ding Dagui to feed his dog, but asking Ding Dagui to find a way to deliver this bird's nest to Aunt Dai who is 'injured and lying in bed' is probably..." Mei'er hesitated, "I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

"Ding Dagui is not one of us after all. I don't trust him. If the young lady needs him, I can go and deliver him myself..."

Su Sui'an shook his head firmly, "I know whether Ding Dagui can be trusted or not. Just do as I tell you. Wait for Liu'er to come back. I want to tell you a secret."

Another secret...

Mei'er's mouth opened slightly, but finally closed obediently.

The young lady has so many secrets, and perhaps Ding Dagui is also one of her secrets. Since the young lady said she knew it, she would just do as she was told.

...

noon.

A beautifully crafted carriage clattered out of the city.

Behind the small carriage, there were three or four larger black-covered carriages.

A low-key and majestic horse slowly caught up with the black carriage, which was far behind.

Several carriages were still parked in front of the house where Hong had captured Qin Qing.

The servants carried the gifts from the black carriage into the house in an orderly manner.

It was not until the last black-covered carriage was half empty that a man and a woman slowly walked out of the exquisite small carriage.

The woman leaned softly in the man's arms, while the man whispered in the woman's ear with a look of heartache on his face, which elicited a shy smile from the woman.

Sitting in the low-key and elegant carriage, Mrs. Hong looked from afar at the servants busying around in the exquisite little house and the two people flirting with each other in front of the carriage, and smiled coldly.

"Since you refuse to change your ways, don't blame me for not giving you another chance."

Ah!

man...

Pooh!

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