A Girl Traveling Through Troubled Times

"Are you okay?" Sha Yanxiao asked gently.

Guier shook her head.

Sha Yanxiao took a look and saw that she was indeed not injured. He helped her pull up her clothes and said, "Go back first."

Guier nodded and walked out. When she passed by the lady, she whispered, "Mother, I'm leaving first."

The lady's expression was extremely complicated. If this had happened normally, she would have definitely blamed the woman for seducing the Marshal, but now everyone could see that this was not the case, and she really couldn't find any excuse.

She said with a hint of embarrassment, "Your father must be ill and frail. He couldn't stand for a moment and wanted to find someone to lean on. You should go back and rest for a while."

"I'm fine, I'm very sober, and he's not my biological child, so what's wrong with me playing around?" The Marshal said with his neck stiff.

Everyone in the room suddenly changed their expressions. The servants lowered their heads in fear, wishing they hadn't heard anything. They feared their master would punish them and silence them. The concubines had complicated expressions. Madam and Sha Yanyao were extremely embarrassed. Only Sha Yanxiao had a cold glint on his face.

Gui'er was too lazy to care about anything else and went straight back to her yard.

As soon as she returned to her room, she could no longer suppress her aggrieved mood, and she lay on the bed and cried quietly. She had known that the Marshal only had ill intentions towards her, and she had always been careful to prevent it. Today, she had to find the account book and was careful not to be discovered. In addition, the Marshal was confused, so she neglected it.

She felt that she had endured for so many years and had endured enough. She didn't want to pretend anymore and really wanted to shoot the Marshal to death.

"Miss, Miss, are you okay? Miss, please open the door." Dingxiang's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Guier quickly took out the account book from her arms, took out the key from her sleeve, opened the drawer and put it in.

Then she wiped away her tears again and opened the door.

"Miss, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Dingxiang walked in, looked at her cautiously and asked.

"It's okay, I'm not hurt." Gui'er forced a smile.

"I've heard the news. The Marshal is too much. Even though he is so sick, he still has lustful thoughts. It's hard for you to be so filial to him. Let's not visit him in the future." Dingxiang said with heartache.

Guier smiled and said, "I'm fine, just a little tired and want to rest."

Ding Xiang quickly said, "Then lie down for a while. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

After Dingxiang left, Guier quickly took out the account book and started to look at it. It recorded the income and expenditure in detail, but it was just a record and there was no summary. Guier didn't understand finance and couldn't make out anything. She took out the envelope again and opened it to find a few pages of paper inside.

Guier picked it up and saw that it was actually the roster of the Marshal's small treasury, which recorded in detail the gold bars, ingots, silver, famous paintings, antiques, jewelry, and all kinds of things.

She looked at the key again and thought to herself, could this be the key to open the small treasury?

At this moment, Dingxiang's voice came from outside: "Miss, the young master is back and asked you to come down for dinner."

Guier thought for a moment, hid the account book key and envelope in her pillowcase, and then went downstairs.

When Sha Yanxiao saw her coming down, he quickly stepped forward, took her hand, and sat down with her in the restaurant. He said, "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

Guier smiled and said, "I'm fine."

Sha Yanxiao was still worried: "I'm going to the dungeon to see Manager Zhao and negotiate with him. Otherwise, you don't have to go."

Gui'er whispered in Sha Yanxiao's ear, "Brother, I've got the account book. I think we should go together and see what's going on."

Sha Yanxiao was very surprised. After thinking for a moment, he leaned over to Gui'er's ear and whispered, "Did father find out? That's why he's doing this to you..."

Gui'er shook her head and said, "No, he was..."

Sha Yanxiao pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry, I will seek justice for you."

After dinner, Sha Yanxiao brought Gui'er and Dali to the study.

Guier handed him the envelope, account book and key.

Sha Yanxiao flipped through the pages of the envelope, took a look at the Marshal's small treasury, and then began to study the Marshal's account book with Dali.

Dali said, "Master, I see that the eldest branch of the family wants to take it all for themselves. Although they know that they can't do it now and let us do it, it doesn't mean that they won't take it by force when the time comes. Why don't we strike first? The silver on these pages is what the Marshal usually uses to fill the small treasury. Let's tear it off, and then with the cooperation of Manager Zhao, it will be done without anyone noticing. As for the small treasury, we might as well just take it away. It's not in the account book anyway. Although we have taken these, the two mines that are the biggest source of financial income for Jiangcheng and Fengcheng, the young master will not be willing to give them up easily. We will suffer losses anyway, so let's make up for it here first."

Sha Yanxiao thought for a moment and nodded: "Let's do as you say."

So the two of them carefully opened the binding of the account book, took out the pages they liked, and then rebound it with the original binding.

Sha Yanxiao asked Dali: "Are you ready?"

He patted his chest vigorously and said with a smile, "It has been arranged long ago."

As he said that, he opened the door and walked out, and soon led someone in.

Gui'er didn't understand why, but she found that this person was similar in height, weight and build to Manager Zhao, except for his facial features.

"Boss Jia, I've heard a lot about you."

"I've heard a lot about you, Marshal Sha." The man's bow gave people a strong sense of the underworld.

"I'm not the Marshal yet."

"It will be soon," the man said, pulling out a wrinkled, flesh-colored object from his pocket and pressing it against his face like a facial mask, pressing here and pinching there. After a while, he took his hand away, and Gui'er almost screamed. Because the man had turned into Butler Zhao.

"Manager Zhao still has some injuries on his body." Sha Yanxiao said with a frown.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes and I can make an identical one. It's just that the risk is huge, so the price will naturally be higher. I hope you can forgive me for that."

"money is not a problem."

"Thank you very much."

"You go wait upstairs, we'll be down soon."

The man bowed and turned away.

Gui'er looked at his back and said to Sha Yanxiao, "Second brother, is this the skilled martial artist you found? Are you planning to replace Chief Steward Zhao?"

Sha Yanxiao nodded and said, "Yes. When we take that man to the dungeon later, have someone return the processed account books to their original locations. I also need Manager Zhao to help me transfer the money we tampered with in the bank's account books."