May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

Not long after the old lady's examination, a letter suddenly arrived from Zhang's hometown. After having the accountant read it, Zhang's mother hurried to find the old lady.

"Madam! A letter has arrived from my hometown saying that my grandson has been kidnapped by thieves and his whereabouts are still unknown!" As soon as Zhang Mama entered the door, she knelt down. Despite her advanced age, her hair was gray, and she was crying with snot and tears streaming down her face. "Please, Madam, allow me to go back to my hometown and find my grandson!"

How could anyone who gets older not love the younger generation in their family?

This eldest grandson of Zhang's mother was the apple of her eye.

"There's no law at all!" The old lady, judging others by her own standards, was both shocked and angry. "Go back and pack your things, and send a team of strong guards with you!"

Mrs. Zhang was moved to tears and thanked her repeatedly.

Half an hour later, Zhang's mother hurriedly left with a group of guards.

With Zhang's mother gone, the old lady had no one to take care of her.

Although there were many servants in the Songshou Courtyard, the old lady always felt uncomfortable if the servants were not trusted confidants.

Therefore, Xie Qianjiao had no choice but to take up the post, serving the old lady from morning till night, almost never leaving her side.

That day, as soon as Xie Qianjiao entered Songshou Courtyard, Wen Yuanshu received the news.

"How is the girl we brought back from Rouge Lane?" Wen Yuanshu asked.

"She's recovered well and is in much better spirits," Chunhua said in surprise. "It's strange, really. When that girl first came, she was in so much pain that she could barely walk. She didn't seem to be faking it, but there wasn't a single thing wrong with her, not even a single bruise!"

“Not surprising,” Wen Yuanshu said calmly. “Rouge Lane makes a living off the women’s bodies. If they want to, they can always find a way to make someone feel pain without leaving a mark.”

Chunhua shuddered, feeling a slight pain in her bones: "Then, Madam, shall I invite that young lady over?"

Wen Yuanshu nodded, and Chunhua quickly turned and went out. A moment later, she carefully led a young girl in.

The girl looked to be in her early twenties, with a slender and curvaceous figure. As she walked, her waist swayed gently, creating a beautiful arc that was captivating.

"Did you rest well, young lady?" Wen Yuanshu raised her hand. "Please sit down."

The young woman sat down as instructed, took the tea from Chunhua's hand, and said with her eyelashes lowered, "Thank you for your concern, Madam. The courtyard is quiet, and the medicine you gave me is of the best quality. I rested very well."

The young woman took a sip of tea, then looked up at Wen Yuanshu: "Madam summoned me here because I'm finally going to be of some use?"

“You’re a clever girl,” Wen Yuanshu said with a smile. “Once this deal between us is done, I will have my time to be of use.”

The girl blinked, then suddenly smiled: "My life was saved by you, Madam. Just treat me like a cat or a dog, and give me whatever you want."

Her tone was flippant, and her eyes were indifferent, clearly indicating that she did not believe Wen Yuanshu's so-called promise.

"I don't know your name yet."

"I don't have a name," the girl said casually. "Madam, please choose one for me."

“I wouldn’t dare take on such a job,” Wen Yuanshu said. “Just make one up, anything that will do.”

The girl's pretty face immediately fell, and she mumbled something under her breath, her cheeks puffed out. Her voice was so soft that even Chunhua, who was close to her, couldn't hear it.

"Alright," Wen Yuanshu clapped her hands, "Get ready, let's get to work."

Now Xie Qianjiao has to accompany the old lady all the time, and Pei Zeyu arrives very quickly.

Pei Zeyu sat down in the hall and looked Wen Yuanshu up and down.

It's unclear when it started, but Wen Yuanshu no longer dresses up elaborately all the time. Today, she simply tied her hair into a casual bun, adorned with a single pearl hairpin, and wore no other ornaments. Even her clothes were plain with almost no embroidery, yet they possessed a natural, unadorned elegance.