The cousin's family is extremely wealthy; she deserves to be a concubine.

Since it concerned the reputation of the Marquis's mansion, Hua Sirong pulled He San aside to whisper to him.

He San's words, "Why did you lay a hand on me?" were abruptly cut off by Hua Sirong's assertiveness and domineering manner.

Finally, he managed to stammer out, "If you have something to say, can't you just say it properly?"

Hua Sirong was overjoyed to see that even the usually arrogant He San had a moment of weakness.

She leaned close to He San's ear and said, "As your older sister, let me give you some advice. There are many things going on in the manor today, so let's behave ourselves and not go to join in the fun."

He San was about to retort when Hua Sirong gripped her wrist tightly, saying, "I've already offered my kind words; whether you listen or not is up to you."

He San didn't think that Hua Sirong's aura was something she could 'listen to casually'.

While the two cousins ​​were whispering to each other, the arrogant one, who had been waiting impatiently, said haughtily, "Miss He, we've been strolling around the garden for so long, our feet are sore. Why don't you take us to the side hall to rest?"

If it weren't for Hua Sirong's warning, He San might have agreed directly.

Although she was curious about what was in the side hall, she knew that she was a young lady of the Marquis's mansion, and that they shared both glory and misfortune.

He San looked at the young lady who kept insisting on going to the side hall with a strange expression. "There is a pavilion right here. If you want to rest, why go to such lengths?"

The young lady blushed, but then she remembered that she was a guest today, and she couldn't let He San, the host, embarrass her.

Just as he was about to stand up and argue with He San, a cry of "Ah—" mixed with complex emotions burst through the roof and vanished in an instant, as if his lifeline had been forcibly choked.

He San was also stunned by this sudden outburst. When she confirmed that the sound came from the side hall, she immediately turned her head to look at Hua Sirong.

His eyes were filled with doubt, but when he saw the seriousness between Hua Sirong's brows, he instantly realized that things were probably going to go wrong.

She immediately stepped forward and grabbed Hua Sirong's hand, silently asking, "What should we do now?"

If she hadn't been followed by these several young ladies, she wouldn't have been so flustered that she had to ask Hua Sirong, whom she had always looked down upon, for help.

Hua Sirong seemed not to hear the short, terrified "Ah!" She smiled faintly, gave a curtsy, and continued her previous conversation.

"I just came from that pavilion. It's only a few steps away. Since you ladies are going to rest, please follow me."

The troublemaking young lady refused again, saying, "I say, Miss, you are just a guest in the Marquis's mansion."

"The screams we just heard made me suspect that some noble lady had encountered something bad at home. Since we heard them, we naturally had to go and check on her."

Hua Sirong maintained her polite smile, "What was that sound? I didn't hear it."

Just as the other party was about to retort, Hua Sirong pretended to suddenly realize something and asked, "Are you talking about that exclamation just now?"

There are many people and things going on in the manor today. Perhaps one of the maids twisted her ankle and cried out in pain; it's nothing serious.

She looked at Wang's mother and said, "Mom, go and see if it's as I guessed. After you've finished looking, remember to come find me at the pavilion so I can clear up any doubts for our distinguished guests."

After Wang Mama left, Hua Sirong accidentally bumped into He San. They then helped the two young ladies who were leading the group and led them toward the pavilion.

To divert their attention, Hua Sirong brought up He Zhihuan's fall into the water again.

Since this happened in full view of everyone, it couldn't be hidden anyway, so it's better to use it to cover it up and avoid trouble.

“This pavilion is not only close to us, but also offers an excellent view. I was right there in the pavilion when I saw someone fall into the water across the way. Later, I learned that it was our second young lady who had fallen into the water.”

Sure enough, with gossip to dabble in, everyone's attention shifted to the matter of the second young lady falling into the water.

He San was momentarily at a loss for what expression to make at Hua Sirong.

When the group arrived at the pavilion, there were other ladies and young women inside, discussing He Er's fall into the water.

On the other side of the lake, people can still be seen moving about, including several men who look quite noble, but their faces are not clear.

But the young lady couldn't help but take advantage of the terrain to steal a few more glances.

The group of people He San brought quickly forgot their earlier exclamation and joined the group chat.

Hua Sirong gestured to He San to keep watch, while she quietly left the pavilion and stood at the crossroads, waiting for Wang Mama to come looking for her.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Wang Mama finally arrived.

Her face was deathly pale, and she was walking with her arms and legs moving in unison. But when she saw Hua Sirong, she felt like she had found her pillar of support.

Hua Sirong held her cold, trembling hand, and understood. "Mom, don't panic, I'm fine."

Mrs. Wang exclaimed in surprise, "Girl!"

Hua Sirong glanced around and whispered, "I'll tell you the details later. Mom, tell me about what's happening over there first, okay?"

After calming herself down, Wang Mama whispered to Hua Sirong, "When I went over there, no one else had come to the side hall yet."

The maid gently pushed open the door, and a foul odor wafted out. From behind the screen, the sounds of a man and woman hurling insults at each other could be heard again.

Fearing this matter would implicate the young lady, I covered my mouth and nose with a handkerchief and turned to bolt the door. Just then, Granny Zhang, who served Lady Hou, arrived.

“I saw a lady or young lady coming toward the side hall not far from her, so I quickly pulled her in and closed the door.”

As for Granny Zhang, she sensed something was wrong as soon as she entered the room and looked at her with a suspicious and questioning gaze, which was almost as if she said that her young lady was shameless. Wang Mama will skip over that.

"We're two old women. I'll go open the window a little so that the...fragrance in the house can dissipate."

Granny Zhang went around the screen to the back. Apparently, she heard someone enter the room, because the sounds from inside stopped.

Hua Sirong asked, "Did you see clearly who was there?" She was still unsure who the man who wanted to take advantage of her was!

Madam Wang continued, "This servant only recognizes that young lady as the Third Madam's niece."

Hua Sirong paused slightly. Jin Yaoyao and Young Master He?

"Is that man from the Marquis's residence?"

Madam Wang shook her head. "From the conversation between Miss Jin and that man, it seems that they know each other and should be relatives of the Third Madam."

Hua Sirong's tense nerves finally relaxed, which matched what she had heard at the rockery!

Could it be said that their cleverness backfired, and they reaped the consequences of their own actions?

"Where are they now? What happened to them?"

Wang Mama: "While they were exhausted, Granny Zhang and I worked together to tie them up and gag them. They're hiding in the side hall now."