She was buried alive at the start, but she's determined to smash her ex-husband's head in

Pei Zhaoan, who had searched without success, looked unwell and preoccupied. Lin Qingwei was very nervous beside him, afraid that he would discover something amiss.

The two were each preoccupied with their own thoughts, and neither was willing to let the other know what they were thinking. In the end, Pei Zhaoan gave up first and decided to torture Liu Zhong properly after returning to the manor.

It seemed impossible for Zhao Huarong to poison her own brother, and more importantly, Lin Qingwei looked unwell, perhaps due to her injury and physical discomfort.

Pei Zhaoan glanced at her, and Lin Qingwei immediately forced an innocent and pale smile.

"That's enough for tonight, I'll take you back."

"Great!!!" Lin Qingwei was already cheering in her heart, but on the surface she remained calm and even a little regretful.

She said, "It's all my fault. I delayed the adults from looking for the things. Actually, I'm not in pain at all. I can hold on for a little while longer. Please don't worry about looking."

The more Lin Qingwei said this, the more Pei Zhaoan felt that she was putting on a brave face.

He shook his head and said, "The item may not actually be here. Breaking into the Duke's mansion at night is still too dangerous. I'll take you back first."

"You know it's dangerous now? Then why did you bring me here in the middle of the night?!" Lin Qingwei's fake smile masked her uncontrollable grumbling.

Reaching the corner of the wall, Lin Qingwei consciously stood next to Pei Zhaoan and hugged his waist: "We can start now, I'm ready this time."

The moment her waist was embraced, Pei Zhaoan unconsciously held her breath, her body trembled, and the place she touched felt warm and itchy. A strange sensation climbed up her tailbone and numbed her heart.

Whether it was because he was worried about Lin Qingwei's injured arm hurting, or for some other reason, this time his arm around her shoulder wasn't as tight, making Lin Qingwei feel like she was about to fall off at any moment. Therefore, she could only hold Pei Zhaoan's waist even tighter.

The water droplets still clinging to his hair were blown by the wind and dripped onto Lin Qingwei's face.

Lin Qingwei opened her eyes and looked up at him. His long, black hair danced in the air, and his skin was as white as a ghost that had never seen the sun. His light-colored eyes looked somewhat cold, yet they were filled with emotions that were hard to fathom.

His aloofness possessed a unique kind of beauty...

A tiny drop of water stirred up quite a ripple in Lin Qingwei's heart, and she was now truly beginning to agree with what Shen Yushu had said.

After escorting Lin Qingwei back to the Lin residence, Pei Zhaoan left without lingering for a moment.

Chunqi, who had been waiting for a long time, was extremely anxious. She ran over and saw Lin Qingwei's bloodied arm. She almost screamed.

"Miss!!! You're injured! What dangerous things have you been doing?!"

What a bunch of sirs! How could they take the young lady on such a dangerous mission!

Lin Qing smiled and comforted her, "It's nothing serious, you just slipped and got scratched by a piece of porcelain."

She handed the medicine bottle Pei Zhaoan had given her to Chunqi: "Keep this safe. Tomorrow, quietly leave the manor and have someone prepare some more medicine using the same prescription."

It would be difficult to explain that I had been injured for no reason, so it was best not to let the Lin family find out. But this small bottle of medicine probably wouldn't be enough.

Chunqi held the small porcelain bottle, staring at it with her mouth slightly open for a long time, before replying, "I'm afraid such good medicine can't be obtained outside."

"Ok?"

"This is the Grand Secretary's exclusive secret recipe! We fight and kill each other every day, and we interrogate some vicious criminals. It's inevitable that some people will retaliate against us. It's common to get knife wounds and arrow wounds. Usually, we don't need to see a doctor. We can just apply some medicine ourselves."

Chunqi shook the small porcelain bottle in his hand and said, "So the Grand Secretary basically prepares his own medicine and carries it with him. This medicine is very effective! The Grand Secretary himself is reluctant to use it. It is said that it uses medicinal materials bestowed by His Majesty! It can not only stop bleeding and remove blood stasis, but also promote tissue regeneration and wound healing. It can even bring the dead back to life! It is very rare!"

Lin Qingwei felt flattered. He was actually willing to give her something so good? Come to think of it, she was still somewhat useful to Pei Zhaoan.

Then she should buy some new medicine. In case Pei Zhaoan gets angry and tries to kill her one day, she can use this medicine to save her life!

After returning to her boudoir, Lin Qingwei told Chunqi to go to sleep as well. She carefully took out the fragment stained with balsam juice, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and locked it in a box.

Zhao Huarong was becoming increasingly arrogant. Fortunately, as the days for her to enter the palace as a companion to her studies drew closer, she was finally able to openly enter and get close to Zhao Huarong and Xu Hanzhang.

She was really looking forward to seeing Xu Hanzhang's interesting reaction when he saw her face...

Ever since Lin Qingwei whipped Lin Zhengwen and seized Ye Shi's weakness, and Lin Xiuyao was confined to Manfangzhai, she has been living a very leisurely life in the mansion.

Since Lin Zhengwen didn't come to see her, Madam Ye appeared somewhat obsequious, and the servants, ever opportunistic, were all extremely attentive to Lin Qingwei.

Just then, on this day, Madam Lai brought a large group of carefully selected maids and servants to Qinghui Hall.

Although Madam Lai harbored resentment towards Lin Qingwei, she had no choice but to follow Madam Ye's instructions. The people she brought were indeed all clever and capable. Lin Qingwei chose a seemingly honest and dutiful madam, along with three maids and two guards.

"Miss, please choose a few more. I'm afraid such a small number of people won't be able to serve you well."

In her heart, Madam Lai felt contempt, thinking that Lin Qingwei was just a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and that she was so petty in choosing a husband. Lin Xiuyao had four personal maids by her side! Not counting the cleaning and tea-serving maids, there were also two or three head maids!

Lin Qingwei: "How many people does Aunt Lai think are suitable?"

"We need at least four more people! I think Mother Sun is very good, as are Xiao Cui, Qian Qian, and Feng'er. They are all servants and are very loyal!"

Chunqi rolled her eyes so hard they were practically flying to the sky. It was obvious they were trying to squeeze people in! They were all dressed so flamboyantly, they didn't look like easy to get along with!

“Since Aunt Lai thinks it’s good, let the four of them serve you. I’ll also clear out the courtyard for Aunt Lai to live in, how about that?” Lin Qingwei said with a smile.

Madam Lai immediately knelt down in fear and trepidation: "Please forgive me, Miss! I have overstepped my bounds!"

But Madam Lai swore that she had no intention of putting anyone in there. Madam Ye had specifically instructed her that even if she resented Lin Qingwei, she would not dare to disobey Madam Ye's orders!

"Get up, I was just joking with Aunt Lai. Why are you so scared? Chunqi, go help Aunt Lai up."

"Yes!"

When Chunqi pulled on her arm, half of Lai's mother's arm almost dislocated, and she grimaced in pain.

At this moment, Xiaohe, the maidservant beside Madam Ye, came over, bowed respectfully to Lin Qingwei, and said, "Please go to the front hall, Miss. We have guests at the manor today."

"guest?"

"She is the daughter of the lady's eldest sister, Miss Ye Qinxuan."

Ye Qinxuan, the daughter of the Ye family, a woman even more famous than Lin Xiuyao, a woman even she, from a remote border town, had heard of, why did she suddenly come to the Lin residence?