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

Chapter 2 Let me see this fox

What's this good stuff? Let me take a look.

Hu Meier's furtive movements piqued Jiang Mo's interest even more. He watched intently, trying to see what she had secretly taken out.

He now believes that Hu Meier is indeed managing the accounts.

On the table where the other person was bowing their head, Jiang Mo not only saw a mountain of documents, but also some abacus sticks scattered around their hand.

Before the abacus was invented, counting rods were equivalent to calculators.

However, ordinary people use small wooden sticks of varying lengths, while the set of counting rods that Hu Meier has in her hand, if Jiang Mo is not mistaken, is probably carved from ivory.

Its surface is also inlaid with brilliant gold patterns.

It's outrageous! Is it really necessary to go to such lengths for a simple calculator? Did they even consider how other people feel...?

Jiang Mo subconsciously touched his empty purse, feeling a sense of loss.

If you were to ask him what his most valuable possession is now, it would still be the embroidered handkerchief he stole from Hu Meier last night. But even if such a consumable item were lost, no one would care.

Hu Meier didn't mention it, and Chunlan, the maid, didn't go to great lengths to look for her.

Looking at the magnificent scene in the room now, Jiang Mo felt a real shock. His habit of never leaving empty-handed made him want to rush down and rob the place immediately.

However, he held back.

Gold and silver items are readily available in any wealthy and powerful family, but the treasures of Fire Rain Manor are unique, and Jiang Mo clearly distinguishes between what is more important and what is less important.

It wasn't for the benefit of the sponsors.

That is Jiang Mo's greatest pursuit in this instance.

Suppressing his burglarizing urges, Jiang Mo didn't turn away. Instead, he pressed his eyes closer to the gaps in the tiles, wanting to see more clearly.

Since she was in charge of the accounts, it means that Hu Meier was indeed involved in the management of affairs in the manor.

Perhaps we can find clues about the treasure here.

For example, if the treasure is being guarded in secret, there will definitely be an account of the guards' expenses. It may be very well hidden, but as long as it exists, there will always be some clues.

Hu Meier's place might be the key to unlocking the treasure.

Unexpectedly, the excuse I made up with that kid Chu Yan actually came true.

Jiang Mo, who was eagerly anticipating what was going on, craned his neck to try and see what Hu Meier had just taken out, hoping to find out if it was a hidden ledger.

Unfortunately, the voyeuristic perspective is extremely limited.

Even if Jiang Mo twisted his neck into a pretzel shape, it wouldn't change the fact that peeping from the rooftop would only give him a bird's-eye view.

Hu Meier, on the other hand, clearly intended to protect the object in her arms.

Jiang Mo, whose face was already pressed against the roof tile, rolled his eyes around and around, but still couldn't make out the whole thing.

I could only vaguely make out that it looked like a piece of high-quality silk.

On the contrary, Hu Meier herself, because she was completely unaware of being spied on, revealed her unknown charm to Jiang Mo.

It lacks an air of nobility and is neither dignified nor elegant.

Instead, it was a lively and agile quality unique to a young girl, befitting her age.

Her delicate body swayed slightly unintentionally due to her inner joy, and the soft moans that floated from her lips revealed an unpretentious and captivating charm.

It has a natural, unadorned charm.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a little dazed, and before he knew it, he had forgotten the passage of time, focusing only on his target.

Until footsteps approached.

Jiang Mo raised his head slightly, one eye still fixed on the situation inside the room, while the other eye, which had been closed, opened and quickly glanced in the direction from which the sound came.

Chunlan, the maidservant who served Hu Meier, hurried back.

She was also carefully holding a delicate food box in her arms.

The opportunity is coming!

With this thought flashing through his mind, Jiang Mo immediately focused all his attention on the room again, and sure enough, he saw that Hu Meier's behavior had changed.

She noticed that Chunlan's pace had slowed considerably.

Therefore, her reaction was not as composed as Jiang Mo's; she hurriedly stuffed the silk handkerchief she was holding under the table.

In a moment of urgency, one naturally doesn't care about hiding anything anymore.

Jiang Mo, who had been waiting for an opportunity, immediately held his breath and widened his eyes.

Not only were there words on the surface, but the outlines drawn by the brushstrokes of a master painter were also faintly visible. However, Jiang Mo still couldn't make out the details.

The beauty of spring always dazzles the eyes.

Even though it was a servant who had returned, Hu Meier acted like a child who had forgotten her parents' instructions after hearing Chunlan's footsteps.

He quickly hid what he was holding in a corner and then hurriedly ran off to do his business.

The way he looked was like someone throwing dirty clothes into a washing machine and praying that it would work at 1000% efficiency to instantly finish the important tasks his parents had assigned him before leaving home.

However, chores like washing clothes were naturally not something Hu Meier needed to worry about or do.

Her plan for later is to take a bath at Chunyang Pool.

After all, she hadn't gone to the hot spring yesterday because she was drunk. If she missed something again today, Chunlan wouldn't say anything, but her sister would definitely scold Hu Meier endlessly.

After bathing, one must change clothes.

If things had proceeded as planned, Hu Meier should have already changed into clothes suitable for bathing. However, she had been distracted earlier and now had to rush to catch up.

He then grabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands and gently peeled it off.

Like peeling back the layers of an onion, the delicate pink color gradually reveals itself from within. On the bodice that clings tightly to the skin, the embroidery is not the common pattern of lotus flowers hiding carp or mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Instead, it was a white fox with nine tails encircling its body.

Although it was an inanimate object born from embroidery needles and threads, its enchanting eyes were exceptionally lively, carrying an alluring charm similar to Hu Meier's.

The budding fruit supports a rounded arc, making the white fox appear as if it were perched on a mountain peak, giving it a slightly three-dimensional feel.

Following the drooping fox tail downwards, the originally exaggerated curves quickly converged, and the ribbon tied to the side accentuated the slender waistline.

Unlike Zi Nu, Hu Meier, being a pampered young lady, did not have the awareness to act rashly.

Naturally, they wouldn't choose tight-fitting clothes suitable for activities.

What falls from her waist is always an elaborate court dress, which, while dignified and pleasing to the eye, doesn't particularly accentuate the figure. In particular, it's difficult to see the curves of the waist and hips from the hem.

Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not plump.

The clothes that had naturally slipped off Hu Meier's shoulders were now hanging around her waist, making it difficult for them to slide smoothly down to her feet.

Others are so generous they can hold a boat in their belly and a horse on their arm.

As for Hu Meier, her buttocks were so high that clothes could be hung on them, and the shapely curve of her buttocks could probably hold a wine glass steadily.

While Jiang Mo was trying to visually estimate, Hu Meier stretched.

Stretch.

It's an extremely ordinary action.

But different people always bring out different charms when they wear it, just like the white dress in my memory, which is unforgettable only when worn by a girl from that year.

Her fair and tender arms were raised straight above her head.

Her slender, long fingers intertwined, her palms turned outwards and stretched upwards. Her fair and delicate skin showed no signs of labor, as tender as moist tofu.

So delicate it could be broken with a touch.

Following down her slender, fair arms, one would never easily show her private parts to outsiders; her armpits, which always evoke bad associations and impressions, were also a delicate pink.

Nothing is too neglected to be seen by others.

Even the barely visible hairs were light-colored downy hairs.

It resembles the downy hair on a baby's head, giving it a very soft feel.

By raising her heels off the ground, Hu Meier used her waist to lift herself up, following the movement of raising her arms.

While stretching your muscles and bones, tighten your body like a bowstring.

She appeared increasingly tall and slender with graceful curves.

It's like a dancer standing gracefully on the stage. Even without deliberately striking seductive poses, the natural curves of her body are still captivating.

The unintentional trembling of that taut, delicate body was utterly captivating.

As she stretched, Hu Meier habitually tilted her head back, causing her delicate and beautiful chin and slender neck to rise slightly.

This helps relieve neck stiffness caused by prolonged sitting at a desk.

Unexpectedly, this casual gesture revealed an unforeseen situation to Hu Meier: above the eaves of the house, a pair of dark, deep eyes were staring intently at her.

For a moment, Hu Meier even thought that the dim lighting was causing her to overuse her eyes.

So much so that she couldn't react for a moment, staring blankly at the unblinking eye, and didn't even dare to scream.

The first thing that came to mind wasn't even being spied on.

Rather, it refers to things like ghosts and evil spirits.

Fire Rain Manor was indeed wealthy, but it was still located in the barbarian land of Baiyue, and was quite familiar with witchcraft and sorcery.

Hu Meier had never studied it.

Having heard many rumors about it, I was horrified to see this rather terrifying scene. My mind immediately conjured up images of those horrifying ghosts and evil spirits.

Otherwise, who could sneak into the manor without a sound?

He could even lie on the roof of her bedroom and spy on her for a long time.

Even his breathing remained calm and normal.

Compared to her drunken stupor the night before, the now-sane Hu Meier was undoubtedly much more astute. Despite the inevitable fear that filled her heart, she maintained remarkable composure.

There was no panicked shouting or yelling.

There was no instinctive urge to rush out the door and escape.