High-class maid

The tavern couple, as if grasping at a straw, asked, "What, do you two know this young master?"

Shen Xing'er nodded, then frowned and asked in confusion, "Why is he drinking here alone? Without any servants?"

"This young master is the only one drinking from the afternoon until we close. Oh, so he had a servant too. He must be from a wealthy family." The tavern owner sighed. He seemed to understand why the young master was drinking alone. He figured there must be a lot going on in high-class families. In that case, he wouldn't blame him for keeping him from going home.

"Mother, let's take Brother Song away. Uncle He must be frantic with worry," Shen Xing'er said.

When Shen Xing'er saw Song Wenyang alone, drunk in a tavern, her heart broke. She thought he must have suffered a great injustice. If she hadn't happened to meet him tonight, what would he have done?

Madam Wang nodded. Song Wenyang was their family's benefactor, and seeing her benefactor in such a state made her feel terrible. She frowned and said, "We shouldn't delay. You wait here, and I'll go see if there are any carriages left in town. We'll hire one to go back."

"Sister, you don't need to trouble yourself. Our tavern has a carriage. Let me give you a ride." The tavern owner was an honest man. It was late at night and the weather was cold. Everyone was at home warming themselves by the fire or visiting each other. It would be hard to find a carriage.

"Thank you so much, brother. You've really saved us from this crisis." Shen Xing'er quickly thanked him. She didn't know how long Song Wenyang had been sleeping on the table, and she was afraid he would get hypothermia. Now she just wanted to take him home.

"Well, could you two please settle this young master's bill for his drinks first?" the shopkeeper said apologetically.

"Ah! Of course, of course. How much silver? Let me give it to you!" Madam Wang hurriedly rummaged through her purse.

After she paid for Song Wenyang's drinks, the tavern owner felt reassured and helped them lift Song Wenyang into the carriage, then drove them away.

At this moment, Uncle He was pacing anxiously in the yard. He was so restless that he couldn't sit still or sleep, so he could only walk around in the yard.

"I've gone to check outside eight times already, why hasn't the young master returned yet? My useless legs start to ache as soon as the weather gets cold. If this were five years ago, I could have flown all the way to the Song residence with a single move of my light-footed skill... Sigh..."

Just as he was muttering to himself, he heard the sound of a carriage coming from the alley. He Bo was unsure if it was the young master returning, so he had to hide behind the door and see what happened before making a decision.

"Brother, this is his house. Please wait a moment while I go knock on the door." Shen Xing'er pointed to the small courtyard in front, signaling him to stop the carriage.

Looking at the small courtyard in front of him, the shopkeeper thought to himself, "I thought this was a young nobleman, but it turns out he lives on Shangqiao Street, where commoners live! But this young man clearly exudes an air of nobility! Ah, if only I had his looks..."

Shen Xing'er had no idea what he was thinking. She stepped forward and gently knocked on the door: "Uncle He, Uncle He, are you home? I've brought Young Master Song back."

When He Bo heard that his young master was with Shen Xing'er, he felt relieved. He had a nose that was different from ordinary people, and if he was not mistaken, his young master must be drunk.

"No wonder you came back so late! My young master is really something, he's already eating and drinking with the young lady in just a few days!" Uncle He smiled like an aunt.

"Mother, it seems no one is here." Seeing that Uncle He had not opened the door, Shen Xing'er turned to ask Wang Shi for her opinion.

"Could he be asleep?" Wang asked, lifting the carriage curtain.

"It shouldn't be. How can Uncle He sleep peacefully if Brother Song doesn't come home? He must have gone out to look for Brother Song," Shen Xing'er said.

He Bo nodded from behind the door, thinking to himself: Look, look, the girl the young master has his eye on is indeed intelligent and virtuous, how could he have guessed that!

"Well..." Wang wanted to suggest waiting a little longer, but then she remembered that she had accidentally touched Song Wenyang's hand earlier, and it was surprisingly cold. Seeing the tavern owner's sleepy expression, she made a quick decision and said...

"Why don't we let Young Master Song stay at our house tonight? Our houses are close by anyway."

"Alright, thank you for your trouble, young man. My home is right here," Shen Xing'er said, pointing to the small house a hundred meters away from Song Wenyang's house.

The young man didn't say anything; as long as he could get this young master home, that was enough. He skillfully turned the corner and led them away again.

"Young master, it's not that this old servant won't open the door for you, I'm just creating an opportunity for you, hehehe..." He Bo chuckled slyly, and after making sure they were far away, he hummed a little tune and went back to his room to take a nap.

The boss escorted them to their doorstep, helped them carry Song Wenyang to bed, and then turned to leave.

"Boss! Wait a moment!" Wang called out to him.

"Is there anything else?" he asked, turning around.

"Please accept this silver; I'm so grateful for your help tonight." Madam Wang took out a piece of silver from her purse and handed it to him.

The tavern owner thought for a moment and then accepted the money. They were just strangers who had met by chance, and accepting the money would put the other party at ease.

"Luckily, my dad isn't home tonight, otherwise I would have to sleep on the floor," Shen Xing'er said with a smile, looking at Song Wenyang sleeping in her room.

"What exactly happened to this young master Song? While others are enjoying family reunions, he's drinking alone in silence, and no one has come to see him yet." Wang Shi, worried that Song Wenyang was cold, brought another quilt to cover him up.

"Who knows? There are many things going on in high-ranking families. Fortunately, Young Master Song doesn't act crazy when he's drunk, otherwise the two of us women wouldn't dare to bring him home," Shen Xing'er said.

"Alright, alright, we've been up all night, let's go to sleep. I'll get up a few more times tonight to keep an eye on Young Master Song." Madam Wang nudged Shen Xing'er, and the two went to another room.

"Mother, aren't we still supposed to tidy up the guest rooms?" Shen Xing'er asked.

"Silly girl, what time is it? What if we disturb the neighbors? Tomorrow, I'll get up early and start preparing. You can make breakfast whenever you get up."

Although Madam Wang spoiled Shen Xing'er, she wouldn't prevent Xing'er from doing anything; she would still assign her appropriate household chores.

"it is good."

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Shen Xing'er was awakened by the noise outside. Through the window, she saw Wang Shi moving things. She decided not to sleep anymore and got up to make breakfast. Since the weather was cold, drinking some hot food would warm her up.

"Mother, how about making some eight-treasure porridge?" Shen Xing'er asked.

"Anything is fine. Go and see if Young Master Song has woken up yet. If he has, make him some hangover soup first," Wang said without turning her head.

"Oh right." Shen Xing'er slapped her forehead. She realized something was wrong; she had forgotten about Song Wenyang!