Traveling to the ancient harem

"Are we just going to let this matter go?" Xuan's face turned red and he clenched his fists tightly. His younger brother almost died, but he couldn't do anything about the culprit. It was so frustrating.

"We can discuss this matter again after my brother is completely cured of the poison. Now we are in the open and they are in the dark. If they knew that my brother had a chance to recover, they might do something bad."

The old master asked the butler to come over, "Old Chen, tell them that if anyone asks about my brother's condition, just say that it's getting worse day by day, and don't let anyone know."

"Also, Master Song will come back and bring back the medicine that can cure my brother. Apart from the people in Qingsangju, only you know about it. Don't let anyone know about it."

Old Chen responded, "Don't worry, old master. Everyone is grateful for the kindness of the mansion and feels sorry for my brother. They won't say anything nonsense, and I, this servant, will not say anything nonsense either."

"Also, tell the guards that anyone who is not from Qingsangju is not allowed to approach this courtyard. The young lady will be back in a few days, so don't tell anyone."

"Yes, I will pass the instructions on now." Old Chen bowed and retreated.

"The Changning Marquis' Mansion?" The old man closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, thinking about his problems. He was not in a hurry. His grandson could not be bullied by everyone. If he wanted to take revenge, he had to be patient.

Ten days later.

A dusty carriage drove into the capital. Huang Ye in the carriage forced herself not to lift up the curtain (for fear of being recognized). After a year's absence, she, Huang Ye, was back.

In the afternoon, the carriage stopped not far from Maoer Hutong, and three women wearing cloak-hats got off the carriage (yes, Guanzhen also changed her clothes). They walked into a small inn, asked for two upper rooms, and never came out again.

Not long after they checked into the inn, a little beggar appeared on the street. She was dressed in rags, holding a broken bowl in one hand and a dog-beating stick in the other. Her face was dirty and it seemed like she hadn't washed it for a long time. She walked while begging, and people passing by avoided her in disgust, but she didn't care and strolled to the back door of Huang's house.

The one guarding the back door was an old woman who was sitting at the door doing needlework. When she saw the little beggar approaching, she did not scold her, but just said to her, "Go somewhere else. You can't come in here."

"Auntie, you are so kind." The little beggar looked around and saw that there was no one around. He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the woman: "Excuse me, Auntie. Someone asked me to deliver this letter to the master of your house. I can't get in, so please help me deliver it." After that, he ran away.

The old lady looked at the letter in her hand, thought for a moment, took out the key, locked the back door, and then hurried to the front yard.

The little beggar turned around from behind a tree and saw the old lady going to the front yard, so he also strolled away.

In the inn.

Looking at Hongdou who came in through the window, Huang Ye asked anxiously: "How is it, has the letter been delivered?"

"Sister Wang sent the letter to the front yard." Hongdou picked up the tea on the table and took a sip: "I checked it and no one found it."

Huang Ye said nothing more. She walked out, found the waiter, grabbed a handful of copper coins and handed them to him: "What food do you have tonight? Pick out the best and send them to our room. Also, please tell them to send someone to hold the door open and someone will come to pick us up."

The waiter smiled and said, "Don't worry, miss. I'll be guarding the door at night and won't let you down." As an experienced inn waiter, he had seen a lot of such things, so no matter how strange the guests' requests were, he was not surprised.

The autumn night was windy, and the streets gradually became deserted. The patrolling soldiers were nowhere to be found. The sky was getting darker and it looked like it was going to rain. At this time, three people came out of the inn, all wearing hats and cloaks, and hurriedly walked towards the road ahead.

The three people came to the back door of the Huang Mansion. Hongdou walked forward and knocked on the door gently. The door opened from the inside and was immediately closed after the three people went in.

Huang Ye nodded to Uncle Chen, the housekeeper who opened the door, as a greeting. Uncle Chen did not say anything, but bowed and saluted. There was not even a guard along the way, and the three of them walked towards Qingsangju skillfully.

The door of Qingsangju opened with a slight push. Huang Ye ignored the two people behind him and went straight to the room where his second brother was sleeping.

The lights were on in the room. Huang Ye stood at the door, looking at the person sitting inside. Tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes, and she squatted down and cried uncontrollably.

The old lady and Chen came running over. The old lady sat down on the ground and hugged the child who was squatting on the ground and crying and hiccuping in her arms. She coaxed her over and over again with tears in her eyes: "My dear granddaughter, don't cry, don't cry. Grandmother is so heartbroken." When had her little granddaughter ever cried like this? She must have suffered a great injustice.

Chen was crying. She used a handkerchief to wipe her daughter's tears again and again, and comforted her: "My daughter, don't cry. If you cry, everyone in the family will be sad."

Huang Ye raised her tearful eyes and looked around. Everyone in the room was crying, including her grandfather who was very concerned about his reputation, her father who loved to show off, and her eldest brother who was crying silently, and her second brother who was smiling at her foolishly with tears in his eyes.