He and Tianshi immediately felt something was wrong about that female servant.

The person was very thin, skin and bones, with both cheeks heavily rouged red, her mouth also covered in rouge. A pair of pitch-black eyeballs stared straight at people—somewhat eerie.

So the two quickly blocked Fourth Master.

But just then, the woman’s mouth issued a string of sounds.

“When Kang constellation is used for construction, the eldest son’s house faces disaster. Within ten days there will be calamity. Fields wasted, official position lost, and certainly tiger or wolf injuries. If used for marriage unions, sons and new brides will keep empty chambers. If burial uses this day, immediate harm brings heavy injury.”

At that time, he had only recently come to Fourth Master’s side. The old master hadn’t taught him any fortune-telling or feng shui skills. Before he could react, Fourth Master pushed aside their hands and ran over.

“What were you just saying?” Fourth Master asked.

“You’re from the Zhu family, yet you still ask me?” the female servant answered.

“How do you know I’m from the Zhu family?”

“I also know you’re ranked fourth.”

“Who are you?”

The female servant snorted coldly and answered: “I’m your maternal grandmother.”

Fourth Master immediately flew into a rage and turned to leave.

At this moment, the female servant’s mouth spouted another stream of words. As Fourth Master walked, he slowed down, and finally turned around and ran back.

Just like that, the female servant sat speaking while Fourth Master stood listening… For a full half hour, both remained motionless.

He tried several times to step forward and lead Fourth Master away but was blocked by Tianshi each time.

Tianshi was three years his senior and had served by Fourth Master’s side since early on.

He didn’t dare disobey Tianshi’s words, so he could only quietly ask: “What is that female servant muttering about?”

“Seems to be about fortune-telling and feng shui.”

Tianshi shook his head: “I don’t really understand either.”

His temples jumped with anxiety: “You don’t understand, yet you dare let Fourth Master listen to her nonsense? What if she teaches him badly?”

“You just arrived and don’t know some of Fourth Master’s temperament yet.”

Tianshi said quietly: “What he’s unwilling to hear, not a single word enters his ears. What he’s willing to hear, no one can pull him away from.”

Seeing he still stared with wide eyes not understanding, Tianshi added: “As servants, our small master’s happiness is the top priority. Everything else can be overlooked with one eye open, one closed.”

After a while, people from the Fu family called out from afar.

The female servant frivolously stroked Fourth Master’s face, smiling: “Meeting me is your fortune. Remember it and benefit for life, my dear good grandson.”

Seeing the woman make a move, Tianshi rushed over in fright and carried Fourth Master away.

Following behind them, he saw very clearly that Fourth Master’s eyes kept gazing toward the female servant’s direction without blinking once.

At this time, the Fu family members also saw the female servant in the flower bed. They asked each other, all asking where this female servant had come from.

Young Master Pei was already confused: “Could it be that female servant wasn’t from the Fu family?”

Taiwei shook his head.

“What about this person later?”

Taiwei bit the brush and wrote three characters: Scold, beat, chase!

A crazy woman mysteriously appearing in the house—several Fu family servants swarmed forward, some scolding, some beating, driving the woman out of the residence.

That woman had a lock of hair torn out, the flower had fallen, her sleeve was torn, and her face had palm prints on both left and right sides—utterly disheveled.

Yet she still cackled with laughter. While laughing, she danced about, like a madwoman.

“Taiwei, how old was Zhu Xuanjiu at the time?”

Taiwei wrote one character on the paper: Six.

Six years old?

At merely six years old he could remember a madwoman’s mad ravings?

“Zhu Qing, give Taiwei some water. Let him rest a bit.”

After giving instructions, Xie Zhifei turned to look at Yan Sanhe. Just as he was about to speak, Young Master Pei shot over like an arrow.

Not content with coming himself, he also beckoned Li Buyan, signaling her to come listen too.

Li Buyan was truly speechless.

Half an hour ago, this person quarreled with her, even swearing to heaven he’d never speak to her again. Now he’s beckoning her over?

Young Master Pei had really forgotten the pain once the scar healed!

Go then go.

This hero is curious too!

Four heads huddled together. Young Master Pei immediately spoke: “This Concubine Fu is somewhat sinister.”

Xie Zhifei: “I think she deliberately waited at the Fu home, don’t you?”

Li Buyan: “What she said was mostly evil and heretical things.”

Yan Sanhe: “I have a bold guess. Someone who understands these evil ways and is a woman—could it be someone from the Xing family?”

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

Four people, eight eyes—all simultaneously flashed the same message: Could the Xing family and Zhu family have a grudge?

Xie Zhifei decided immediately: “We must send someone to Wutai Mountain’s East Terrace Peak again.”

Young Master Pei thought of that old monk’s nature and got a headache: “What if he refuses to tell the truth?”

“Simple.”

Yan Sanhe laughed coldly: “Take Geng Songsheng’s transfer order. See if he talks or not.”

So clever!

And so devious!

Young Master Pei immediately walked to Taiwei’s table and picked up the brush, beginning to write vigorously.

After finishing, he pulled out the official seal he always carried, breathed hot air on it several times, and with a “smack” stamped his official seal on it.

Seeing Taiwei, slouched in the grand master chair, watching him unblinkingly, Young Master Pei folded the paper and snorted coldly:

“This official will find a way to locate that madwoman. Big Brother Zhu, pay up.”

Having listened closely to the four people’s conversation, Zhu Yuanmo said nothing more and pulled out several bank notes from his chest.

Young Master Pei took the bank notes, opened the door and walked out, summoning Huang Qi for a thorough briefing.

Huang Qi’s heart was more bitter than coptis root.

Just returned, now leaving again. If this continues, he might as well become a monk at East Terrace Peak.

“The extra silver is all yours.”

Seeing those several bank notes totaling over a thousand taels, Huang Qi’s heart immediately bloomed with joy.

This was an extremely lucrative assignment!

He quickly tucked the bank notes into his chest and said to Ding Yi beside him: “While I’m gone, protect my master well. Also, not one word can be leaked. When I return, you must tell me everything.”

Ding Yi: “…”

Left alone guarding the gate—how lonely.

…

Pei Xiao returned inside and nodded to Yan Sanhe and the others, indicating everything was arranged.

All three simultaneously raised their right hands, simultaneously raising their thumbs.

Pei Xiao’s heart swelled with pride.

See that? At critical moments, you still need Young Master Pei!

Little did he know, this scene falling into Taiwei’s eyes was another matter entirely.

Young Master Pei should be the son of the Imperial Physician Pei who took his pulse, right?

The Pei family was a hereditary medical family.

He’d heard the jailers mention Master Xie’s background too.

The youngest son of Cabinet Minister Xie Daozhi.

Both revolved around that Miss Yan Sanhe—did this mean Yan Sanhe truly had ability?

This scene, falling into Xie Erli’s heart, was yet another matter.

How long had it been since Third Brother and Ming Ting had become so familiar with Yan Sanhe’s master and servant?

One speaking the first half of a sentence, the other catching the second half—the tacit understanding between the four in their words and actions that no one else could penetrate.