Could she see it again?
The room suddenly fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Old Madam Feng struggled to blink her eyelids. “Is that… Fourth Miss?”
Jiang Si happened to be standing in a spot where Old Madam Feng could see her at first glance.
The young lady smiled brightly and curtsied to Old Madam Feng. “Congratulations on your recovery, Grandmother.”
She had originally been standing in the courtyard. Although confident that Old Madam Feng’s eyes would recover, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy without seeing it for herself. So she took advantage of the chaos to squeeze inside.
Already a strikingly beautiful girl, paired with a smile as fresh as spring blossoms, she instantly brightened Old Madam Feng’s still somewhat cloudy vision.
She could see! She really could see!
The room full of people awoke as if from a dream, all rushing to congratulate Old Madam Feng.
Second Madam Xiao, caught in the middle, wore a joyful smile on her face but inwardly felt like banging her head against a wall.
It was over. This turn of events meant that Qian’er would be permanently labeled as someone possessed by evil spirits!
Jiang Qian was the wife of the Heir of Marquis Changxing, a true noblewoman of high status. Having such a reputation would surely bring her no end of trouble in the future.
Old Madam Feng’s eyes brimmed with tears, overcome with emotion.
Those who haven’t experienced darkness cannot understand that maddening pain.
The Immortal Sister! That’s right, the Immortal Sister!
“Where is the Immortal Sister?” Old Madam Feng looked around urgently, finally spotting Liu Xiangu in the corner.
Liu Xiangu was in a sorry state at the moment, with dried rotten egg yolk still on her face.
Old Madam Feng was shocked: “How did the Immortal Sister end up like this? Xiao-shi, is this how you’ve been hosting the Immortal Sister on my behalf?”
Old Madam Feng’s words reminded everyone, and several gazes fell on Liu Xiangu.
Whether Liu Xiangu had real abilities or not remained to be seen, but putting on airs was certainly her forte. In an extremely short time, she recovered from her shock and resumed her usual demeanor, wearing a reserved smile and the air of an otherworldly expert.
The three Jiang An Cheng brothers didn’t believe in such things, and their main feelings at the moment were surprise and confusion. However, the looks in the eyes of Madam Xiao and the others instantly changed as they gazed at Liu Xiangu.
The Old Madam’s eyes had indeed recovered within three days, didn’t this prove that Liu Xiangu possessed divine abilities?
By this point, no matter how complex Madam Xiao’s feelings towards Liu Xiangu were, she didn’t dare to slight her. She quickly put on a smile and approached her: “My apologies for the offense, Immortal Sister. Please forgive us.”
After speaking, she glared at a maidservant: “Hurry and escort the Immortal Sister to bathe and change her clothes.”
Old Madam Feng added: “Take good care of the Immortal Sister, and don’t neglect her again.”
“This way, please, Immortal Sister,” several maidservants curtsied to Liu Xiangu in unison.
Liu Xiangu walked out with her young attendant, feeling as if she were walking on clouds.
Heavens, how did Fourth Miss Jiang know that Old Madam Feng’s eyes would recover within three days?
Thinking back to how Jiang Si had preemptively sought her out, clearly aware of Madam Xiao’s plan to harm Second Young Master Jiang, and even knew her secret, Liu Xiangu found Jiang Si increasingly unfathomable.
Could it be that Fourth Miss Jiang was truly someone who could communicate with spirits and gods?
Liu Xiangu couldn’t help but glance in Jiang Si’s direction.
The young lady with a straight posture lowered her eyes, looking obedient.
Liu Xiangu shuddered and quickly averted her gaze.
No more thinking about it. In the future, it would be best to stay as far away from this otherworldly being as possible.
The future—as Liu Xiangu thought of these two words, a smile involuntarily spread across her lips.
After this incident, she would be unrivaled in the capital, truly achieving both fame and fortune. In the future, everyone who saw her would respectfully address her as Immortal Sister!
Liu Xiangu floated out of the room in high spirits, and a momentary silence fell over those remaining inside.
Old Madam Feng’s eyes had recovered just like that, and everyone still felt a sense of unreality.
“Why are you all standing there in a daze? Help me bathe and change my clothes. Oh, and get a couple strings of firecrackers to set off at the main gate, to drive away the bad luck!” Old Madam Feng said jubilantly.
Outside the main gate of Duke East Peace’s mansion, the dense crowd of onlookers had still not dispersed. At this moment, people were discussing whether Old Madam Feng’s life was in danger.
Suddenly, several servants walked out, placing several trays of firecrackers wrapped in red paper. They were then lit, crackling loudly.
The children in the crowd let out shrill screams, laughing as they covered their ears with both hands.
The onlookers looked at each other in confusion. Someone standing close by asked loudly: “Why is your noble house setting off firecrackers?”
A servant from the Duke’s mansion smiled and replied: “Our Old Madam’s eyes have recovered!”
What? Old Madam East Peace’s eyes had recovered.
The onlookers’ exclamations instantly drowned out the sound of firecrackers, followed by a wailing cry: “It’s over, it’s over, I’ve lost all my savings!”
Reminded by this outburst, the scene was suddenly filled with mournful cries.
The sound was so loud that even Old Madam Feng, who was bathing and changing clothes, could hear it. She felt a pang in her heart: “What’s all that wailing about outside?”
A-Fu smiled and said: “It seems those people who placed bets have suffered great losses.”
Old Madam Feng pondered for a moment, understanding the situation, and sneered: “They deserve it!”
On this day, the entire capital was engulfed in a wave of lamentations. Outside various gambling houses, people were running around naked in madness, some banging their heads against trees, and others preparing to choke themselves to death by eating several steamed buns at once.
A-Fei received the last batch of betting money, feeling an urge to join the naked runners.
Two hundred and fifty taels, with odds of ten to one. Heavens, how much money was that?
He, a nobody who lived like a rat in the corner, ignored by all, now had bank notes worth over two thousand taels in his possession?
Stay calm, stay calm. This huge sum wasn’t his; come to think of it, he had even lost his savings.
A-Fei stumbled away from the gambling house as if drunk, looking no different from those who had lost everything, attracting no attention at all.
The long night finally passed, and Tianxiang Teahouse was even more bustling than usual.
“Miss, A-Fei wouldn’t have run off with the huge sum, would he?” A-Man asked, clutching her chest.
She couldn’t even bear to imagine such a possibility; the mere thought made her heart ache.
Jiang Si sighed helplessly: “A-Man, you’ve asked this for the sixth time now.”
“This servant is just worried, that’s all.”
It was over two thousand taels of silver, had the young miss calculated it correctly?
As the mistress and servant entered the private room, A-Fei came forward to greet them, clearly having waited for some time.
A-Man let out a long sigh of relief.
This boy knew his place after all.
“Miss, here’s your money—” A-Fei’s hands trembled as he took out an oil paper package from against his chest.
A-Man took it, opened it, and counted three times before finally showing a smile: “Miss, it’s all here.”
Jiang Si raised her chin slightly.
A-Man understood and reluctantly took out a hundred-tael banknote: “Here, as agreed.”
“How could I—” A-Fei quickly accepted the banknote.
“Give A-Fei another hundred taels.”
“Miss!”
Jiang Si raised an eyebrow.
A-Man deflated and took out another hundred-tael note.
This time, A-Fei didn’t accept it: “Miss, we agreed on a hundred taels before…”
“At that time, the odds were five to one. You placed your bet at a good moment, allowing me to earn much more. This extra hundred taels is a bonus.”
“Then I won’t be polite.” A-Fei, having spent years in the streets, had thick skin. Hearing Jiang Si’s explanation, he happily reached for the banknote.
He tugged, but it didn’t move.
A-Fei glanced at A-Man and reminded her: “Sister A-Man, you’re going to tear the banknote…”