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Hanxiang slowly leaned forward, about to touch Pei Yun's hand as he poured tea, her posture alluring. "Hanxiang has a bad memory. Perhaps Lord Pei could explain it to her in detail and see if Hanxiang can still recall anything?"

These are the kinds of attitudes that officials usually like.

Pei Yun ignored Hanxiang's offensive words and rudely withdrew his hand.

“We met in court on July 11.”

Seeing Pei Yun's serious expression, Hanxiang pretended to think for a moment and then suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. Lord Pei has a good memory."

She actually remembered Pei Yun as soon as she saw him, because on that day when everyone was criticizing Zeng Jitian, only Pei Shaoqing, who was in a high position, remained silent, as if the people below had nothing to do with him.

It was that indifferent look in his eyes, as if he were the ruthless ruler, that made Hanxiang resent him.

Pei Yun drank a cup, slowly raised his head, and his eyes revealed a fierce look.

"Tell me, who ordered you to do this?"

"Ordered? Lord Pei is overestimating me. I did all of this by myself."

Pei Yun had expected this answer and simply chuckled.

"You were indeed responsible for Wu Wenyuan's death, but what about saving Zeng Jitian? Was that also something you did all by yourself?"

Pei Yun spoke in a calm tone, but emphasized the word "alone".

Hanxiang's expression remained unchanged, and she only said, "Hanxiang doesn't understand what Lord Pei is saying."

"Oh? Do I need to explain further? I remember Miss Hanxiang was confined to Tianxiang Tower the whole time, so how did she get released and even manage to turn over and go into the execution ground to save her beloved in front of everyone?"

Pei Yun looked at the reflection of Hanxiang's face in the teacup and said softly, "It would be fine if you were just fooling ordinary people with your sweetheart, but the worst thing you could do was to show off your skills."

Hanxiang's expression hardened, but her words remained calm. "My mother was the daughter of a bodyguard, so it's not strange that I know some martial arts."

"Which escort agency?" Pei Yun asked.

"..."

Hanxiang was silent for a moment, then said, "Why should I tell you? Did Lord Pei come to inquire about my family background today because he wanted to marry a commoner like me?"

Pei Yun was not annoyed by Hanxiang's sarcastic tone; he simply put down the teacup.

“Your mother’s escort agency’s route must have passed through the Northwest.”

"It just so happens that not long ago, I handled a case involving a Hu person."

Upon hearing this, Hanxiang's face darkened, and she stopped looking at Pei Yun, refusing to answer whatever Pei Yun said.

Pei Yun had no choice but to give up and said he would come back to ask her again in a few days.

……

Hanxiang is dead.

Xiao Ran heard this news a few days later.

Xiao Ran was digesting her food in her own courtyard. She hadn't been to this courtyard in a long time, even in her previous life. When she saw the swing under the pear tree, she felt as if she had been to another world.

She tugged at the swing vine and asked Chun Tao behind her, "How did he die?"

"I heard he took poison in prison, and his death was horrific!" Chun Tao, with her vivid imagination, immediately shuddered. "Miss, the women of Tianxiang Pavilion all have tragic lives..."

Indeed, if one fails to find a lover, one will bear the name of a lowly person for life. Even if one finally finds someone who can redeem one from this status, one must try every means to please them. If one is not careful enough to displease them, one will have to start all over again. Moreover, even if one enters the mansion of a high-ranking official, one may not necessarily live a happy life.

Anyway, she had never heard of how well prostitutes who were redeemed lived.

Xia He seemed to suddenly remember something, her voice filled with gratitude, "I must thank you for saving my life, otherwise I'm afraid I would have ended up like this..."

That's right, Xia He was the woman who sold herself to bury her father.

Chun Tao had been in the manor from the beginning. She hadn't expected this topic to bring up Xia He's sad story, so she quickly changed the subject, walked behind Xiao Ran, and said, "This servant will help Miss push it!"

Xiao Ran gladly sat down.

As the swing swayed, the wind blew past her ears, and the fragrance of pears from the pear tree slowly drifted into her nose, reminding her of her childhood.

Her mother also built a swing under the pear tree in the yard. Every evening after school, she would play on the swing and watch her mother do embroidery on the stone bench. Those were the happiest days for her.

Thinking of this, a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

Chuntao and Xiahe looked at each other, feeling very happy. After all, ever since their young lady returned to the manor, they felt that she no longer liked to play or laugh.

Just then, a man's calm voice came from afar.

"Ran'er".