There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

A big deal.

It is enough to free all people among the birds from the predicament of dying for birds.

What they sought was not even to steal the legendary treasure from Fire Rain Manor, but to gather relevant intelligence and clues.

And so, Mo Yuan arrived.

From Jiang Mo's perspective, the financial backer behind this deal is most likely Ji Wuye and others who have been eyeing the treasure of Huoyu Manor.

However, that doesn't matter.

Since Jiang Mo was already extremely interested in the treasure of Huoyu Manor, he might as well take advantage of the situation and start an investigation, and also use the power of Ji Wuye and his people to seek convenience for himself.

After the deed was done, they took the treasure and made a quick getaway.

Let Ji Wuye and the others search for it.

However, it seems that the backer of the Fire Rain Manor really values ​​the treasure of the manor very much. Jiang Mo only started his first attempt to infiltrate and investigate last night, and today he sent someone over to ask for the results.

The embroidered handkerchief that Hu Meier wore was most likely not to satisfy her sugar daddy.

But Jiang Mo still reached out and ruffled the boy's hair beside him, and began to deceive him in a serious manner: "Didn't I already show you what I gained?"

"Huh? What does that have to do with treasure?"

"Foolish man, Lord Huoyu is getting old but has no sons, only two precious daughters. I heard that in recent years, many things in the manor have been handed over to them to manage."

"Secrets of this caliber, such as treasure, can only be accessed by such close relatives."

Jiang Mo had initially been just making things up, but as he spoke, he couldn't help but find it somewhat reasonable. He subconsciously sat up from the grass, his tone gradually becoming serious:

"To get closer to that precious jewel is to get closer to a treasure."

"And the existence of this embroidered handkerchief has clearly proven its strength! The next step is closer contact..."

The black-haired boy listened, stunned, but finally couldn't help but blurt out:

"Now that you've said it, Brother Mo, it sounds more like the modus operandi of a womanizer? And not only are they planning to steal her beauty, but they're also planning to deceive her feelings..."

Before he could finish speaking, the boy received another solid tap on the forehead.

This time, he used quite a bit of force, and the blow made him cry out "Ouch!" and tears welled up in his eyes.

"What do you know, you fledgling swallow?"

"This is all part of my plan. Do you think I'd be seduced? Go, go practice your lightness skill, let me get some sleep..."

"Well, let me think about our plan for tonight."

Some people sleep soundly, with the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed, embraced by the warm sunshine and smelling the scent of grass.

Some people suffer from splitting headaches amidst the silks and satins.

Hu Meier, who had just woken up, sat listlessly in front of her dressing table, letting the maids around her busy themselves. Her charming face was a little haggard from the hangover, revealing a pitiful and sickly appearance.

"You mean I slipped and fell in the back garden last night?"

As she listened to her personal maid Chunlan's account, she tried to sift through her hazy memories, attempting to recall exactly what had happened the previous night.

Anyone who's ever been drunk knows that.

The term "blackout" is no joke.

Even if you feel perfectly lucid at the time, when you get out of bed the next day, you might feel like your life has been maliciously edited.

No matter how hard you try to recall, you can only remember some vague impressions at most.

They might even find themselves wondering, "Is this really me? Or is it just a hallucination?" because of their unusual behavior.

Hu Meier was in this state at this time.

In the few scattered and vague memories she could recall, Hu Meier remembered that she seemed to have caught a large, fluffy bird last night.

It's really fluffy.

“When we arrived, you were indeed alone, Miss. We only found some scattered black feathers at the scene and did not see anyone else.”

While helping Hu Meier comb her hair, Chunlan explained in a low voice.

"feather?"

The key words he mentioned immediately piqued Hu Meier's interest. She reached into her robes and pulled out a long, dark feather:

"this?"

Stealing Jade and Carrying Fragrance

Chapter 1 How could we let that little thief get away so easily?

"Miss, why do you have one in your arms too? You should throw it away. Who knows what kind of bird it came from? With so many feathers falling out, it might have caught some kind of disease!"

When Chunlan saw her young mistress take a feather out of her bosom, she was clearly taken aback.

When I found Hu Meier in the back garden yesterday, she seemed to have inexhaustible energy. Even in the dark, she was trying to catch birds, but she collapsed after only a short while.

Chunlan originally intended to help the other party bathe, change clothes, and then go to bed.

But a drunk person is like a limp rag doll, completely limp and impossible to lift up. If you're not careful, they might drown in the bathtub.

After consulting with the young lady, Chunlan did not do anything further.

After helping Hu Meier wash up and change her clothes, he carefully helped her to bed to sleep. He never expected that she had a feather hidden in her arms, the source of which was unknown.

It's like some kind of precious treasure.

Chunlan assumed it was one of the foolish things Hu Meier did while drunk, and without thinking much of it, she reached out to take the black feather and throw it away.

Unexpectedly, Hu Meier subtly flipped her wrist, thus avoiding her hand.

Chunlan was not too surprised by this.

Perhaps because they have no worries about food and drink, rich people often have hobbies that are hard for ordinary people to understand. Her second daughter always liked to keep pets such as dogs and birds.

He also has many strange and unusual collections.

It's not surprising that there's an extra feather.

Her delicate fingertips lightly traced the surface of the dark feathers, feeling the firmness and uprightness at the base of the feathers, and the silky smoothness of the down. A playful smile appeared on Hu Meier's face:

"Birds?"

"There are even birds that specifically steal people's embroidered handkerchiefs! They must be incredibly lewd and have shifty eyes!"

"what?"

Chunlan didn't hear Hu Meier's soft murmur and subconsciously asked a question, but the latter didn't explain anything. She just put the black feather into the jewelry box on the dressing table.

"Tell me what exactly happened last night."

Squinting, Hu Meier carefully inquired about the memory she had lost the previous night, but this time the maid beside her did not respond immediately.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and saw Chunlan's hesitant and somewhat fearful expression.

"What's wrong? You just got drunk without realizing it. It's not a big deal. Do you think I'd kick someone out of the manor because of this?"

Seeing Chunlan's appearance, Hu Meier couldn't help but chuckle.

Seemingly sensing what the other person was worried about, she waved her hand, temporarily dismissing the other maids and servants, and continued to urge them on:

"Tell me everything, down to the smallest detail."

She scolded the other person with a slight reproach, her naturally charming eyes revealing an imposing nobility, truly resembling Daji, the woman who brought chaos to the harem, exuding a captivating and alluring charm amidst her dignified and unapproachable dignity.

Even Chunlan, who had served her since childhood, couldn't help but be slightly stunned by the sight.

The second young lady is truly growing more and more beautiful and charming. Even the most renowned concubines in the palace, who are said to be chosen from among thousands, would find it difficult to compare with her.

Subconsciously, Chunlan exclaimed in her heart, her eyes filled with admiration.

There wasn't even much envy.

Only by trying to compare oneself with the other person will one feel envy, jealousy, or hatred. If one genuinely feels that the other person is not from the same world as oneself, then only pure appreciation and admiration will arise in one's heart.

Chunlan was like that to Hu Meier.

Such a noble and charming second young lady should be showered with love and affection in this world and live a carefree life.

If she knew what happened last night...

I imagine the reactions will be quite interesting, right?

Thinking this, Chunlan smiled and recounted the events of the previous night in detail.

However, she still couldn't fully explain the specifics.

Because halfway through her speech, Hu Meier couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her face, hastily interrupting in an extremely embarrassed tone:

"Alright, alright, that's enough, stop talking..."

Although Hu Meier covered her face completely, Chunlan, who was combing her hair, gently lifted the strands of hair that fell over her shoulders and could see that her earlobes were already slightly red.

Clearly, Hu Meier was deeply ashamed of her foolish behavior while drunk.

The way he looked was exactly like someone who, as an adult, was being nagged by their family about their immature and childish behavior in their youth—they practically wanted to dig a hole in the ground with their toes and bury themselves in it.

Chunlan had already anticipated her young mistress's reaction.

That's why she hesitated so much before, fearing that Hu Meier might realize she had embarrassed herself in public and then try to eliminate the other listeners, which made her hesitant to speak.

Now he immediately shut up and stopped talking.

Afraid of provoking the other party in any way

Even the movements of her hands became gentler, in an attempt to help the other person calm down.

After a while, Hu Meier seemed to have recovered from her previous unbearable embarrassment. She lowered her fair hands from her face and tried her best to appear nonchalant.

"Last night, those guards did a good job."

"Give each of them a month's wages as a reward, and transfer them to the front yard. Observe them for a while; if they are capable, they may be promoted to team leader."

"Yes, second lady."

Chunlan nodded, indicating that she had remembered Hu Meier's instructions. However, she understood that Hu Meier simply wanted to get rid of those witnesses from yesterday rather than reward them for their merits.