The Famous Detective of the Red Mansion

Chapter 81: Sigh, My Beloved is not a Good Match, Reading the Novel at Night

Baochai hid behind the panel and listened to Sun Shaozong's eloquence. He understood her thoughts better than her elder brother, who had been together with her for more than ten years. After listening to him persuading Xue Pan to have a talk with her mother and not to hurt the relationship of their kindred family, she felt even more mixed emotions.

Seeing that Xue Pan had been convinced, the master and the servant quietly returned to their West chamber boudoir.

When Ying’er saw Baochai staring at the lower bed for a long time, she did not think of taking a seat. Her lotus's pink cheek was also changing from happiness and sadness emotions. She didn't know what she was thinking. She built her courage and said, "Lady, I didn't expect Assistant Prefectural Magistrate Sun to understand your thoughts better than my uncle."

This hit Xue Baochai's heart. She first bit her red lips, then shook her head slightly. She murmured, "Although I am a good person, it is a pity that I am not a good match."

"How could it be?"

Ying’er stared into her eyes in disbelief, but she couldn't care about her dignity anymore. She said, "In terms of family background, ability, future, and personality, the Assistant Prefectural Magistrate Sun is a first-class candidate. Even the Second Master of the mansion... Is only a little more literary talented than him. How can he not be considered a good match?"

For a moment, she was in a hurry, but she almost belittled even Baoyu. Fortunately, she realized in time and hurriedly changed her words.

When Baochai saw Ying'er's impatient appearance, she could not help but sneer. She poked at the tip of her nose and joked, "Look at your anxious appearance, are you sure you are not the one having a crush on Lord Sun? Do you want me to talk to my brother in the evening and ask him to send you to Lord Sun's Mansion as a concubine?"

"What are you talking about, Lady?"

Ying’er hurriedly bent down and knelt and said, "I have followed you since I was a child. I will only go wherever you go. How will I give you up and attach myself to others?"

"Get up, get up. It's just a joke. Don’t take it seriously.” Baochai said, pulling Ying’er up from the ground. She could not help sighing, "I said that Lord Sun was not a good match, because of his beautiful concubine from the Kingdom of Qian Xiang. The relationship of “falling in love at first sight and following each other for thousands of miles away” could not be covered by the title of a legal wife. In the future, no matter who enters Lord Sun's house, I'm afraid there will be a fight between dragons and tigers."

Earlier, behind the panel, Baochai did have some feelings, but she was not really Ruan Rong after all. She would not care about her moment of emotion and act towards it. On the contrary, at just this moment, she had already pressed the slightest emotion she had to the bottom of her heart.

—Dividing Line—

Let alone the people in Yiran Xuan.

On the afternoon of that day, Liwan sent the Buddha script that the Old Lady Jia had asked her to transcribe to the west chamber. She also talked with the old lady. Seeing Old Lady Jia's tired face, Liwan took the initiative to leave.

When passing through the two doors, Liwan saw that she was not far from Wang Xifeng's yard. She was hesitant to go in and say hello. Suddenly, she saw a book lying on the flower bed on the left side of the gate.

Although the printing technology of the Great Zhou Dynasty has been quite popular, books, however, have only been separated from the category of cheap goods and are far from luxury goods.

Besides, Liwan came from a family of poets and writers and was a book lover. So she hurriedly asked Su Yun to pick it up and bring it over for her to have a closer look. However, she only saw the words "strange cases" written on the precious blue cover.

She didn't know that it was Sun Shaozong who left it when he was pulled by Xue and Feng, but she thought it was Baoyu who accidentally dropped it. After all, Baoyu was the only one in the mansion who liked to buy such books.

She was thinking about it and asked someone to send the book directly to Baoyu's room. But when she opened it, she suddenly blushed and changed her mind.

Baoyu should still be in the "martial arts hall" now. Her widowed sister-in-law was so anxious to send these evil things to his room. If people knew about them, they were not sure what others would say.

When she was about to throw the book back into the flower bed, Jin Chuan, Madam Wang's servant girl, came in front of her. Liwan had no choice but to fold it into her sleeve,

Pretending to be nothing, she chatted with Jin Chuan for a while and hurried back to her yard.

After she returned, she immediately wanted to find a way to destroy it. But when she arrived at her courtyard, he saw his son Jia Lan reading a thousand-character essay.

But how can she care about anything else?

"Lan'er, why did you come back so early today?" she asked.

"Mom."

As soon as Jia Lan put the book in his hand, he took Liwan and sat down side by side on the couch. He then said, "Master Sun has something to do, so he ordered us to leave ahead of time. By the way, Master Sun drank the sour plum dessert sent by you today and specially told me to do aerobics at most once a day after practicing boxing, so as not to damage my body."

He then hugged Liwan's arm and said coyly, "Mom, would you like to practice boxing with me in the future?"

Liwan listened with a smile and was about to coax him for a few words when she heard Jia Lan's "Eh" and reached out and fumbled on Liwan's sleeve and asked, "Mom, what's hidden in your sleeve? It feels hard."

Shit!

It was only then that Liwan remembered the book of the "strange case" in her sleeve. She quickly pulled her arm away and said with a strong smile, "It's nothing. It's the Buddhist Scripture from your grandparents. If you don't mention it, I'll forget it. I'll go and put it away before I come back to talk to you."

She then hurried to the inner room.

Who knew that just as she started walking towards her inner room, she heard Jia Lan say behind him, "Master Sun also gathered a sleeve of books and went back today. They are all detective scripts bought by Uncle Bao. They said that they should be taken back and destroyed, so as not to bring any disaster. Mom, how can this detective script still bring disaster?"

Why could scripts brought disaster?

Liwan didn't know about it, but when she thought of the "real thing" in her sleeve, which was both illustrated and written, she naturally understood it.

She could not help but rejoice that she had not rushed to send it to Baoyu. Otherwise, the tail of her hand would have jumped into the Yellow River.

It’s just that…

She went into her room and took out the book of the “strange cases.” However, her mind was cold, and a whimsical thought came up, they said that Sun Erlang was good at calculating. Could he have left the book somewhere, just waiting for her to pass by…

Once this idea occurred, it seemed to take root in her heart, and it could not be removed anymore.

The idea of destroying the book was unknowingly thrown away.

At night, Liwan rubbed the book and hesitated for a long time on whether she should open it. After all, she opened the cover with trembling hands and began to read the embroidered image word by word.

In this big and deep courtyard, no one knows what she looked at and did in the dark.

The next morning, Suyun, the maid, took out the two sheets in the inner and outer rooms and washed them several times. She was tired and sweaty, but she refused to let others touch it.

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