After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

Hearing Xiao Hong's voice from outside, Gan Cai'er and Granny Huang exchanged a glance and tacitly stopped talking.

A moment later, Du Ke entered the house with two servants. The two servants were Fu An and Fu Kang, who had been bought by Granny Huang from Fengtian Town.

No good fortune.

Gan Cai'er couldn't help but glance at the two of them a few more times. Ever since she learned Du Ke's true identity, she looked at the people around him differently.

As her gaze lingered on the two men for a moment, she suddenly felt a wary and sharp look from them, making her involuntarily shudder. But when she looked more closely, she found nothing but two servants standing there with their heads bowed, respectful and submissive.

Gan Cai'er then remembered that these two had been personally selected by Granny Huang. It seemed that these two were no pushovers either.

Du Ke was overjoyed to see Gan Cai'er. He quickly walked over, greeted her with a smile, and his expression showed a hint of intimacy and dependence.

Gan Cai'er smiled and pulled him aside, looking him up and down. But as soon as she looked him over, her smile slowly froze.

From the day she disembarked, she and Du Ke had only been separated for six or seven days. But Du Ke looked completely different from when they parted. He had lost weight, his face was pale and bloodless, his lips were also pale and had dry, rough skin.

Gan Cai'er reached out to hold his hand, and sure enough, it was ice-cold to the touch.

She touched Du Ke's cotton-padded coat, which was only a thin layer, and couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you have a fox fur cloak before?"

"The steward said that the Ninth Young Master liked that dress, so he took it for himself," Granny Huang replied.

"This is simply outrageous!" Gan Cai'er slammed her hand on the table, instantly enraged.

She said to Granny Huang, "Granny Huang, are you just going to let the Eighth Young Master be bullied like this?"

Granny Huang sighed softly, "Madam Lan, the Ninth Young Master is the legitimate son. Since ancient times, 'the legitimate son is heaven, and the illegitimate son is earth,' there's no way to win this battle."

"Madam, please don't blame the nanny, I'm not cold." Du Ke gently shook Gan Cai'er's hand and smiled at her.

Looking at Du Ke's obedient smile, Gan Cai'er suddenly felt a pang of pain in her heart; she thought of Xing'er.

Her Xing'er was just as sensible. No matter how much she suffered outside, she rarely cried in front of her. She would only smile at her and say, "Mom, it's okay, I'm not in pain."

A subtle, persistent heartache spread through my heart.

Gan Cai'er silently took out a few silver notes from her bosom and placed them on the table.

"Take this money and buy more winter clothes for the Eighth Young Master. Also, repair the furniture in the house, and buy some charcoal and food. The Eighth Young Master is still young and growing, so don't let him get cold and sick."

"If the Ninth Young Master tries to take them, just say that all of these were lent to you by me. If they really take them, I will go to their door to ask for them back."

"At worst, we can make a scene at the government office. Anyway, I'm just an ordinary citizen, I'm not afraid of losing face. As long as Ninth Young Master isn't afraid of losing face either, that's fine."

“Madam, no need.” Du Ke pursed his lips and pushed the silver note back. “Life in the manor is hard, but I can manage.”

In just two short years, the child who cried and hiccuped had disappeared. At this moment, a hint of stubbornness appeared on Du Ke's pale face.

Gan Cai'er picked up the silver note and gently placed it in Du Ke's hand, softening her voice: "This money wasn't given to you by me, it was given to you by your mother."

"When you left Danzhou, your mother gave me a large sum of money and asked me to take care of you."

Du Ke's hand, gripping the silver note, tightened suddenly. His small eyes finally reddened, and then he sniffed hard, forcing back the tears.

This child has really grown up!

After leaving the Du residence, Xiao Hong kept glancing at Gan Cai'er, her eyes seeming to want to say something but holding back.

"What do you want to say?" Gan Cai'er felt uneasy under her gaze.

"Miss, what happened to the promise of earning eight or ten times the money?" Xiao Hong glanced at her coldly.

Gan Cai'er choked. Well, in her moment of impulsiveness, she'd completely forgotten about it!

"We haven't seen a single penny of income yet, and you've already lost six hundred taels of silver!"

Gan Cai'er touched her nose, chuckled dryly twice, and remained silent.

Actually, she was secretly annoyed. She had clearly planned to earn more money, but somehow the conversation turned into her spending the money instead.

"Miss, this money was originally intended for purchasing a house," Xiao Hong said, somewhat annoyed.

“I spent a thousand taels to buy a hairpin, gave a servant two hundred taels, and then gave the Eighth Young Master four hundred taels! We’ve only been in the capital for less than ten days, and almost two thousand taels are gone.”

"Miss, even if we had a mountain of gold and silver, it wouldn't be enough for you to spend like this!"

Xiao Hong got angrier and angrier as she talked, and by the end, her eyes were almost red with anger.

Seeing this, Gan Cai'er quickly coaxed, "Okay, I promise I'll earn more money in the future, control my spending, and never waste money again."

"Here, I have two silver notes left. Take them and keep them safe for me."

"Okay, Xiaohong, don't be angry."

As she spoke, Gan Cai'er took out all the remaining silver notes from her bosom and stuffed them into Xiao Hong's hand.

"Who cares about your money? I'm just a servant, a mere maid!" Xiao Hong tossed the silver notes aside.

"Spend your money however you like. At worst, I'll sell you and give you a few taels of silver!"

Xiao Hong wiped away her tears, turned around and left. Gan Cai'er hurriedly chased after her.

Inside the Inviting the Moon Pavilion of the Du residence, Granny Huang was carefully repairing the torn window paper on the window frame with a stack of hemp paper.

"Did Xiao Hong cry because she was so upset?" Granny Huang asked as she pasted the paper.

"Yes, I saw it clearly." The one who replied from behind Granny Huang was none other than Fu'an.

"Understood, you go down."

Granny Huang stopped her work and looked out the window at the desolate and cold courtyard full of ruins and withered branches, but the few silver notes in her arms gave off a sense of warmth.

She couldn't help but sigh and put down the hemp paper in her hand. It seemed she still needed to think of a safe explanation to cover up the silly girl's outrageous demands.

Gan Cai'er was naturally unaware that her momentary kindness and inherent chivalry were the true get-out-of-jail-free cards in her life.