After I traveled through the book, I fought back in the Hou Mansion

Chapter 59

Du Juan sniffed, forcing herself to hold back her tears, and said in a nasal voice, "Don't cry, this slave is happy."

Seeing Dujuan smile again, Luo Shuiyao nodded in satisfaction.

At this point, Luo Shuiyao couldn't help but sigh with emotion. In ancient times, clans often monopolized many resources. The Marquis's Mansion was truly vast and powerful. Most of the maids there were actually literate, and the older servants even taught the younger ones. While their handwriting wasn't particularly beautiful, they could write the most basic characters and even their names.

You have to know that in ancient times, printing books was extremely difficult, and writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were very expensive. Most ordinary families could not afford to teach their children to read. Only families as wealthy as the Marquisate could afford such conditions.

In the following time, Luo Shuiyao leaned on the couch, holding a piece of fruit in her hand, eating slowly, while listening to the heated discussions of several people and giving pointers from time to time.

The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was spreading across the earth. Luo Shuiyao looked up at the sky and said to the few people who were still immersed in their studies, "Okay, it's getting late, let's all go and rest."

After thinking for a moment, she continued, "Tomorrow, Dujuan and Chunxing, you two will go out with me. Chuntao, you stay home and study this arithmetic method carefully."

Chuntao and the others nodded in agreement, then dispersed.

Luo Shuiyao was about to rest when she heard Aunt Zhang knocking on the door. "Miss, have you rested?"

Luo Shuiyao stood up from her bed and walked toward the door. In ancient times, young ladies from a certain clan usually had maids to watch over them at night, but Luo Shuiyao didn't have that habit. She didn't need maids to serve her at night, so she sent them back to their rooms early to rest. Hearing someone knock on the door, she had no choice but to open it herself.

Luo Shuiyao opened the door, and Aunt Zhang bowed to her and said, "Miss, I'm sorry for disturbing your rest."

Luo Shuiyao waved her hand nonchalantly. After these few days of contact, Luo Shuiyao knew that Aunt Zhang was a very sensible person and would definitely not bother her if there was nothing to do. Since she came to see her, it meant that something had happened. As she walked into the room, she said, "Come in and talk about it."

Nanny Zhang followed Luo Shuiyao into the house. Luo Shuiyao sat at the table, raised her hand to pour herself a cup of tea, and poured another cup for Nanny Zhang. "Sit down, have some tea, and talk slowly."

When the nanny heard Luo Shuiyao say this, she did not refuse.

These past few days, not only Luo Shuiyao had been observing her, but she had also been observing Luo Shuiyao. Naturally, she knew that this young lady was extremely tolerant towards her servants. Look at the maids in her room; they were spoiled by her to the point that they didn't look like servants at all.

For this, Aunt Zhang was very grateful. A kind master and a cruel master, for servants like them, the former is naturally better.

Nanny Zhang took a sip of the tea in the teacup and then slowly said, "Miss, the matter you asked me to pay attention to last time has been resolved."

"Oh!" Luo Shuiyao put down the teacup in her hand, became interested, looked at Aunt Zhang, and waited for her next words.

You once told me to keep an eye on the happenings in the courtyard next door. Today at 3 p.m., the girl named Hongying quietly left the house.

She was wearing a veiled hat, thinking no one would recognize her. Little did she know that the gatekeeper, Old Man Zhou, was actually the kitchen manager, Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang, grateful for your pastry recipe, discovered Hongying had left and quietly came to inform me. I then sent my good-for-nothing son to follow.

At this point, Aunt Zhang took a sip of water, kept the question a secret, and asked, "Guess what happened?"

Seeing this, Luo Shuiyao cooperated and asked, "What's going on?"

Nanny Zhang said mysteriously, "Hongying went to Guihua Lane wearing a veiled hat and found a group of children there to spread rumors. However, I don't know the specific content of these rumors. My son has brought one of the children who was going to spread the rumors here. Miss, would you like to meet him?"

Luo Shuiyao sat up straight and said, "Then let's meet. I'll go to the guest room, and you bring the person here, and bring your son as well."

"Ah," Nanny Zhang responded with an indescribable joy, rising to make arrangements. Her son was fifteen this year, and there were only two young masters in the mansion, each accompanied by a servant they had followed since childhood. Her son hadn't had much work to do yet, and could only help out with his father around the mansion. Being able to show his face in front of the young lady was much better than being a nameless person.

Not long after sitting in the living room, Luo Shuiyao heard a series of footsteps. She sat up straight, but did not stand up, and looked towards the door.

Nanny Zhang walked in front, followed by two young men. One was slightly older, with fair skin and a well-proportioned figure. She thought he was Nanny Zhang's son. The other was thin, with slightly darker skin and wearing shabby clothes. He must be the one Lu Zhaozhao had hired to spread the rumor.

"Miss, I have brought them here." Nanny Zhang brought the people to Luo Shuiyao and said respectfully.

"My name is Zhao Cheng, nice to meet you, young lady." Nanny Zhang's son followed closely behind her and bowed quickly.

"No need to be so polite." Luo Shuiyao raised her hand slightly to signal him to stand up.

Wang Gousheng, who was standing next to the two of them, looked at Aunt Zhang, then at Zhao Cheng, and said, "Your servant greets the young lady."

When he said this, Luo Shuiyao, including Nanny Zhang and her son, couldn't help laughing out loud. Luo Shuiyao almost cried out with laughter. After finally stopping her laughter, she said, "You are not a servant in the Marquis' Mansion, why do you have to say 'slave'? Just say your name."

Wang Gousheng reached out and scratched his head. Even though his skin was a little dark, one could still see that his face was flushed.

Seeing how thin-skinned he was, Luo Shuiyao couldn't laugh at him anymore. She cleared her throat and asked seriously, "What's your name?"

Wang Gousheng's face was still red, and he rubbed the corner of his clothes vigorously with one hand. "Slave, no, I... my name is Wang Gousheng."

"Wang Gousheng... Guihua Lane..." Luo Shuiyao murmured, vaguely remembering that the name seemed quite familiar. She frowned slightly and tried to search her mind for memories of Guihua Lane and Wang Gousheng.

After a while, still finding nothing, Luo Shuiyao stopped dwelling on it and got back to the point: "Can you tell me what rumor that girl asked you to spread?"

Wang Gousheng glanced nervously at Luo Shuiyao, then at Nanny Zhang and Zhao Cheng. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "That girl asked us to say...that the commoner cousin who was taken back to the Marquis's Mansion was arrogant and domineering. She looked down on the guards who had protected her all the way and even bullied another cousin in the mansion."