Quick Transmigration: Leisure

The next day, early morning.

Xia Youmi arrived at his uncle's house looking haggard, hoping his eldest brother would convey his request to summon his second brother to come out and discuss matters.

But to everyone's surprise, the second brother and the Yang family returned to Chang'an overnight.

Why won't they even give me a chance to speak properly?

Misunderstandings were common in old-fashioned writing.

But she didn't like it.

Let's clear our minds and talk about it when we get to Chang'an.

On her way home, she felt panicked; for no reason, her heart was pounding like a drum. Pushing open the door, she saw her mother's face filled with sorrow. Without a word, she rushed to Big Yellow's shed.

Before I even saw it, my vision was already blurred, and I couldn't tell where I was.

"rhubarb!"

"Big Yellow, let's go out and play!"

"This shouldn't be happening! We had an agreement!"

"Auntie!"

Wang Xiu wiped away her tears; she too was heartbroken, having raised her from a baby. Although she had faced separation more than once, Da Huang was different; its existence was inextricably linked to her daughter.

Xia Youmi held Da Huang's lifeless body, her heart filled with remorse. She had made an appointment with Da Huang; she was just in a hurry to go out and find her second brother, for only a short while!

We didn't even get a proper goodbye last night.

Just like that, just one oversight.

As she slowly took a closer look, she was suddenly shocked! Big Yellow's body was covered in blood and gore, and its abdomen was covered in drag marks.

If Dahuang had passed away peacefully, it wouldn't have been in such a pitiful state!

She followed the trail. From Big Yellow's shack to her front door, and then to the path leading home, the drag marks stretched all the way to her uncle's house.

She... unbelievable!

Before dawn, my second brother left. Had something happened between him and Big Yellow? No! He cherished them more than anything.

Xia Youmi stared blankly at the end of the drag marks. There was blood, and the soil and grass were a mess. What on earth had happened?

She wished she had opened her third eye!

Upon closer inspection of Da Huang's body, besides the drag marks, there was a noticeable wound. After comparing it several times, it was confirmed that it was the mark of a shoe toe. And it was a woman's shoe.

With such a shape, the evil one is about to emerge.

Yang Jiuniang!

Only she wore these expensive embroidered shoes, with jewels inlaid at the toes.

Xia Youmi guessed that his second brother was leaving early, and Da Huang went to see him off. Yang Jiuniang kicked him while avoiding people, and Da Huang, being weak, was unable to fight back.

When guests come, all the dogs at my uncle's house are kept locked up; the only one that can move around freely is Big Yellow, who guarded the house last night.

But what about these drag marks?

Could it be that Yang Jiuniang ordered someone to torture her?

......

It's the same hilltop, and once again, the sunset is beautiful.

There was just an extra mound of earth.

Xia Youmi patted the peephole, thinking to herself, "Big Yellow, you didn't break your promise."

That night, Big Yellow must have been seriously injured and no one noticed.

But it wanted to go back and stay with Xia Youmi.

I dragged myself home.

But she was in a hurry to leave and didn't go to take a look first.

It was her; she broke her promise.

The system mentally added today's photo to the folder containing all of Da Huang's photos, and then marked it as finished.

"With rice, Big Yellow is finally satisfied."

The system feels somewhat guilty every year because its functions are still too weak and upgrades are too slow.

If it could directly sense its surroundings, instead of just relying on the window of the Mi Eye, it could refine the data more quickly and help her achieve her wish.

In this way, Da Huang's condition can be detected earlier.

Perhaps it held out until dawn?

After settling in, Xia Youmi returned to Chang'an, but still could not find his second brother.

According to his classmates, Wang Shaoyan had become very close to the Yang family since failing the college entrance exam last year. He frequently attended banquets with them, and especially after the results were announced this year, he was inseparable from them and often stayed overnight at the Yang family's house.

These words sound unfamiliar.

However, it's understandable; after adulthood, everyone manages their own lives. There isn't much special attention anymore, except from close relatives. And Wang Shaoyan's close relatives are no longer by his side, talking about him.

Before Xia Youmi went to expose the Yang family, there was one more thing.

She needs to get confirmation.

One cannot rely solely on one's own investigation and speculation to indulge in conspiracy theories, lest one fall into a vicious cycle of self-perception, or perhaps she is mistaken.

The Song residence, the painted pavilion.

It's been a while since I've seen you.

Song Ningqian remained leisurely and carefree. Her fiancé was arranged by her family; he was of good character and learning, but came from a humble background and needed to rely on the Song family. This way, she wouldn't offend the emperor's fear of power, and she could also confidently control him, making her feel much more at ease.

Xia Youmi meticulously depicted Dahuang's expression. She was very pragmatic in her approach to learning to paint and always felt she hadn't mastered it yet. She thought that Dahuang still had two more years to learn, and she would paint for it when she was even more skilled.

Now, the regret is hard to shake.

"I went to see him off." His tone was calm.

Song Ningqian also has a good sense of propriety and will not pry into topics that are too intrusive.

"Ok."

"Why did you decide to invite my brother? Could it be...?"

"Have you figured it out?"

Seeing the teasing look in the other person's eyes, Xia Youmi began to show a resolute expression.

"It has little to do with me."

"There's something I need to verify. Also, Princess, have you heard any rumors? Something from six months ago is suddenly being widely publicized. I'm afraid the people involved are up to no good and are targeting the people in the story."

Xia Youmi didn't confidently assume that it was aimed at her.

Upon hearing this, Song Ningqian, with a hint of arrogance, said with dissatisfaction:

"A mere clown, trying to use such low-class methods to deal with my Song family?"

"Hmph, now that the powerful families of the capital are all useless, can they really be allowed to manipulate things at will by mere relatives of the emperor?"

Xia Youmi nodded in agreement. If the Yang family wanted to target these noble families, it would provoke strong resistance from them. She didn't need to worry about either side suffering losses, as long as they didn't directly harm her.

"However, I don't understand what this rumor means either. It can't hurt my brother or you at all."

Seeing Song Ningqian's confusion, Xia Youmi didn't explain further. This rumor might be an attempt to indirectly attack her second brother. But for now, it's just her speculation, without any concrete evidence.

There was a commotion coming from the courtyard; the person they were waiting for must have arrived.

Sure enough, Song Heng, dressed in a purple robe, entered the painting pavilion with a smile on his face and a leisurely gait.

He sat down in the main seat with great ease and greeted the two of them.

"His brushwork has improved slightly."

He looked at the drawing of rhubarb smelling flowers on Xia Youmi's table and expressed his approval.

Xia Youmi smiled, not dwelling on the progress of the technique. Instead, she used this topic to recount the recent situation of her second brother, Wang Shaoyan, and her suspicions about the Yang family.

It wasn't just about Yang Ergou's affair; there was also the assassination attempt on the princess, the public announcement of the marriage, the search for a son-in-law under the examination results, and the sowing of discord. There were even deeper speculations: the time Song Heng was framed and defeated, the plan was to eliminate him outright, or at least severely damage him if that failed.

However, the spy was eventually caught, causing the entire plan to fall through temporarily.

However, they did not give up on using this matter and found the best breakthrough point—the Wang family. Not only were they given special treatment by Song Heng, allowing them to stay in Chang'an, but this also made it easier for them to carry out their plan.

Even worse, they realized that His Majesty intended to use a counter-strategy to remove Song Heng from the ranks of military officers. Therefore, the truth could not be revealed to the soldiers' families at the time, and the blame for the defeat was placed on his poor decision-making.

The grieving family members placed their hatred firmly on Song Heng.

This is also why they have their eyes on Wang Shaoyan.

He lost his parents, yet his clan prospered because of his blood feud. He failed the imperial examination, and his cousin befriended his enemy.

Each and every one of these things could make him:

The sharpest knife!