High-class maid

"I don't believe it, this is fake, right? You must have a way to save him, right?" Song Wenyang stepped forward, grabbed the doctor's collar, and asked obsessively.

"Alas, young master, please accept my condolences. If I could save him, I would have done so long ago." The doctor shook his head, packed up his medicine box, and prepared to leave.

Song Wenyang seemed to have lost all his strength. He slumped to the ground, tears streaming down his face, lost in thought.

The doctor saw that he was also a pitiful person. He thought the two were father and son who depended on each other for survival. He felt even more sorry for Song Wenyang. However, he felt pity but could not do anything for him. The old doctor put aside his thoughts, picked up his medicine box and left.

"Who killed He Bo? If you have a problem, come at me. Why did you kill He Bo?" Song Wenyang muttered to himself over and over again. Was it because he had been too prominent lately and someone was getting on his bad side? Or was he blocking someone's way?

Once he calmed down, he knew that now was not the time to be sad. He needed to pull himself together, find the real culprit who killed He Bo, and then avenge him.

Song Wenyang walked out of the alley, hailed a carriage on the street, and went to the government office to report the matter. As an amateur, he felt it was best to leave the matter to the professionals.

On the other side, at the entrance of the examination hall, people had already dispersed. Those who passed the exam went home in high spirits, while those who failed went home dejectedly, forming a stark contrast between the two groups.

However, two people lingered at the entrance of the examination hall, refusing to return home. Those two people were Wu Xunzhi and his mother.

"Son, let's go home quickly. If you didn't pass the exam, you didn't pass. You can try again in a few years. It's the same."

Wu Xunzhi's mother looked at her son with worry. Her son looked at the list again and again, from the initial determination to the final disbelief. Everyone had left, but he was still looking at the list, as if he couldn't believe that he wasn't on it.

"No, Mother, you should go back first. Let me look again. How come I'm not on the list?" Wu Xunzhi looked at the list again and again without turning her head.

“My child, I know you can’t accept it right now, but your name is clearly not on this list. Let’s go home, okay?” Wu Xunzhi’s mother coaxed her son gently, afraid that he would be upset.

"Impossible! Impossible! Dean Ouyang clearly said I could pass the exam. I knew all the questions on this test, how could I not be on the list?" Wu Xunzhi said, still staring at the list without turning around.

"That's right, someone must have switched my exam paper. Someone must have seen that I'm just an ordinary person with no connections and switched my exam paper!" Wu Xunzhi said to his mother as if he had discovered an incredible secret.

"Silly child, are you out of your mind?!" His mother covered his mouth, looked left and right, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one had heard him.

"This is the entrance to the Imperial Examination Hall. Since ancient times, cheating in the imperial examinations has been a serious matter. If it is discovered, beheading is the least of your worries. What if the officials hear you shouting here?" she whispered to her son.

"Mother, I'm not lying. I really passed the exam. If you don't believe me, ask the dean. He read my essay." Wu Xunzhi said, his eyes bloodshot and wide.

"Alright, let's go home!" His mother pulled him along and headed home.

After his initial disappointment, Wu Xunzhi had already regained his composure. He knew this wasn't the place to discuss matters, so he followed his mother home, looking dejected.

"Mother, I'm going to find Brother Song. He's the only person I know now, and he'll definitely help me!" For some reason, Wu Xunzhi thought of Song Wenyang, and he felt that Song Wenyang would definitely help him.

"Child! Young Master Song is currently enjoying great favor with the Emperor; now is not the time to go to him." She stopped her son, fearing that he would offend even more people.

Wu Xunzhi felt that his mother was right, and he sat dejectedly on the ground, not knowing what to do.

"Xing'er, take some of the steamed buns I made today to Uncle He." Wang Shi said as she lifted the pot lid and took buns into the basket.

"Okay." Shen Xing'er put down her pen, rubbed her eyes, which were also sore, and took the opportunity to rest.

Wang packed four steamed buns into the basket, along with a jar of her own pickled vegetables. Now, Wang's skill in pickling vegetables is superb, and she likes to include a jar of her homemade pickled vegetables when giving them away.

Looking at the pickled vegetables in the basket, Shen Xing'er said helplessly, "Mother, you just gave Uncle He a jar of pickled vegetables a few days ago, why are you giving this to him again!"

"This is different. Last time it was cabbage, this time it's chili peppers!" Wang said without turning her head as she hurried back to the kitchen to get other buns.

Shen Xing'er shook her head helplessly. Oh well, she could take this opportunity to see what Uncle He was doing at home. She had promised Brother Song to visit Uncle He more often, but she had been so busy with opening the shop these past few days that she had completely forgotten.

Shen Xing'er carried the basket and slowly walked towards Uncle He's house, where she ran into Liang Yuwen.

"Xing'er, where are you going?" Liang Yuwen was exhausted after being dismissed from his job, but his eyes lit up when he saw Shen Xing'er, and he instantly forgot his fatigue.

"Brother Liang, my mother steamed some buns and asked me to deliver a few to Uncle He's family. You can try some too," Shen Xing'er said as she took out some buns.

"No, no, I just got off work and my hands are all dirty. Xing'er, don't give them to me." Liang Yuwen waved his hands repeatedly. The gift was meant for Uncle He, how could he intercept it halfway?

"It's alright, have one, it's fresh out of the pot!" Shen Xing'er said modestly.

Liang Yuwen was shy, and his face had already turned red to the roots of his ears when he greeted Shen Xing'er. Looking at the bright-smiling girl, he was momentarily overwhelmed.

"I, I really don't want to eat. I'm going home now. Let's talk another day!" After saying that, she ran home as if fleeing.

Helpless, Shen Xing'er put the buns back in the basket.

Han, who was hiding behind the door, saw everything. After Liang Yuwen returned home, she angrily tapped his forehead and said with a look of disappointment, "You're such a disappointment!"

"You, what can I say to you? You're even more shy than a young lady!"

"Mother, I blush and my heart races whenever I see Miss Shen. I don't know what to say. I'm afraid of making a fool of myself, so I just went home," Liang Yuwen explained, scratching his head.

"Good, good, good, so you've fallen for her. How about I go to her house tomorrow to sound her out?" Madam Han was overjoyed to see that her son had finally come to his senses. It seemed that she was just around the corner to have a grandson!

“Yes, I’ll listen to Mother,” Liang Yuwen said.

As for Shen Xing'er delivering steamed buns to Bo's house, neither mother nor son found it strange. After all, the Shen family was very popular in the alley, and neighbors would deliver fruits and vegetables to them every day.

They are a good family, sharing their steamed buns and fish soup with their neighbors. Moreover, in their eyes, Uncle He is a kind and helpful old man who doesn't cause much trouble, so everyone is happy to take care of him.

On the other side, Shen Xing'er finally arrived at the door of Uncle He's house. Along the way, she met several neighbors who had finished work. After greeting them warmly, Shen Xing'er's face was sore from smiling.