After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen
Chapter 156 - 155: Digging Up His Ancestors’ Graves in the Future (Second Update, Asking for Votes)

Chapter 156: Chapter 155: Digging Up His Ancestors’ Graves in the Future (Second Update, Asking for Votes)

"Doesn’t his family have a young lady? I even heard from Manager Su that last time he personally hired a female tutor for his family’s young lady. I guess that female tutor wasn’t very good, otherwise his only daughter couldn’t possibly not know how to manage the household."

In any case, a young lady from a prominent family who can manage the inner quarters would certainly not tolerate her own courtyard having unraked leaves and weeds.

Mrs. Ning understood: "Are you suggesting that I teach Miss Xie how to manage a household?"

"Mother, you are skilled in managing a household and finances, I think Mr. Xie would probably need that."

Although in the past the husband, mother-in-law, and concubine all ran wild over her, it was due to certain circumstances, and later on facts proved that Mrs. Ning lacked the resolve to manage, not the ability.

"This is too abrupt. For such an official family, what capable people don’t they have? They need me, a merchant’s wife, to offer my services?"

Mrs. Ning didn’t think it was a good idea.

Fu Zhen was just saying it casually, if she didn’t agree, then so be it.

Just then, Cheng Chili jumped in: "Miss Fu! I have booked a room at West Lake Building, let’s go eat!"

With that, he gave a wink.

In the past, when a few of them would meet up, it was almost always at West Lake Building, Fu Zhen could tell right away, this young man was trying to reminisce about the old days.

But earlier, Mrs. Ning mentioned the shop had already opened several tables, how could Fu Zhen just leave?

Mrs. Ning, however, said: "It’s not often the young General is so gracious, you should go, I’ll manage here. Just remember to come back early." Then she took out several silver notes, stuffed them into a small pouch, and handed it to her.

Fu Zhen was filled with gratitude and nodded vigorously. Then she asked Cheng Chili: "Who else will be there?"

"Just Second Brother! Brother Liang and Fifth Brother have things to do, they can’t make it!"

Fu Zhen suspected as much.

Liang Chen had gone to the Imperial College, while Pei Zhan had gone to the Hanlin Academy, they both wouldn’t be back soon.

So she said: "You go first, I’ll follow later, let’s not arrive together and draw attention."

After Cheng Chili rode off into the crowd, Fu Zhen stepped out, habitually glancing around.

At that moment, the sun was setting in the west, and the streets were bustling with people, this place was already a busy intersection, always crowded, so Cheng Chili’s comings and goings didn’t attract much notice.

However, after all the previous interactions, not to mention Cheng Chili had openly become her coach, frequent contact with the Cheng family wasn’t much of an issue now.

Fu Zhen made her way to the carriage under the tree, as a sugar pastry vendor passing by blocked her way, causing her to step aside and accidentally step on someone’s foot.

She apologized: "Sorry."

The other party was good-tempered: "No worries." Then he said, "Miss, be careful."

A man in his twenties with the appearance of a scholar stood before her.

He picked up the pouch Fu Zhen had dropped and handed it to her with a smile.

Fu Zhen accepted the pouch, discreetly examining the half-revealed folded fan in his bosom, then bowed her head courteously and said, "Thank you, sir."

The man nodded: "Miss, you’re too kind."

Fu Zhen said no more, turned around, got into the carriage, and drove onto the street without stopping.

Lian Rong watched as the carriage disappeared into the bustling street, then took the reins from the guard who had reached him from behind and said, "Back to the mansion."

As he made his way straight to the Xu Mansion, halfway through, Fu Zhen turned into an alley and waved him off: "Follow him!"

Wanbin Building was only a short distance from the Xu Mansion. As Lian Rong entered the side door, Fu Zhen was already waiting at the alley not far from the Xu family gates.

She gazed at the large letters on the gate reading "Xu Mansion" and couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh: "As expected!"

The folded fan had the writing of Xu Yin on its bones!

How could Fu Zhen possibly not recognize that villain’s handwriting?

Although Xu Yin was currently enjoying his career success, it hadn’t reached the point where everyone was proud to possess his handwriting.

So, the man from earlier, was very likely someone from the Xu family.

She tapped the carriage wall: "Who was that just now?"

To be in league with the Xu scoundrel, she wanted to see what kind of person it was!

Zhang Cheng didn’t recognize him either; he was familiar with generals but not with civil servants. He said: "I’ll go ask!"

While waiting, Fu Zhen gazed at the mansion before her.

Compared to the not-so-distant Prince Rong’s Mansion, this house wasn’t extravagant, but the grand letters reading "Xu Mansion" on the gate, along with the couplets on either side, were written with great vigor.

These were Xu Yin’s own handwriting.

He was a person full of ambitions for power, yet he didn’t invite any of the reigning scholars of the court to inscribe for him, choosing instead to do it himself, which suited the false veneer of aloofness he created for himself!

Fu Zhen had imagined many times in her mind how she’d approach this place, whether she’d wield a long sword, pave a blood-stained path, and rush in to cut his throat directly.

Or perhaps, she’d retaliate in kind and set fire to this beast’s place?

But she hadn’t expected her first time here to be under such coincidental circumstances.

"Master!"

Zhang Cheng ran back: "Asked around, and apparently that person was a follower of Vice Minister Xu, surnamed Lian, called Lian Rong. Not sure of his exact position."

Fu Zhen certainly wouldn’t believe he was just a follower. A mere follower wouldn’t have such an aura of worldly experience.

The one named Lian had shown a calm and composed demeanor when facing her earlier, with deep eyes, suggesting he was a person of scheming nature.

"What’s his background?"

"I’ve heard he’s from Tanzhou. He’s been following Vice Minister Xu for at least five or six years, a fellow townsman."

Speaking of Tanzhou, Fu Zhen remembered that Xu Yin was from Tanzhou, and he had told Liang Ning that his family had all died during the war and chaos while fleeing.

He had also said he’d take her to Tanzhou to honor the ancestors in the future.

—Pay his respects to grandma’s head!

Fu Zhen couldn’t help but curse in her mind.

By then, it might as well be her digging up the graves of his eighteen ancestral generations!

...But then again, the accent of that person named Lian just now was indeed similar to Xu Yin’s when Liang Ning first met him.

At the time, there were also soldiers from Tanzhou in the camp, and they had exchanged conversations in their dialect.

So, it seems, the one named Lian and Xu Yin do come from the same place.

However, six years!

That aligns with the time of Liang Ning’s death, doesn’t it?

When Liang Ning was still around, everyone by Xu Yin’s side was arranged by her, though it only amounted to a servant boy, a rough-work maid, and two laundry maids.

These people must have been dismissed by Xu Yin later.

So, this seemingly educated Lian Rong with an accent like Xu Yin’s appeared after Liang Ning’s death.

But six years ago, Xu Yin was just a Junior Compiler at the Hanlin Academy, as a young official, no matter how talented, how could he recruit such a "follower"?

And if they were from the same hometown, it would make even less sense.

If they were from the same hometown without family backing, Xu Yin should have pushed an educated fellow townsman to the court as a mutual helping hand for the future.

She glanced at the Xu family’s entrance and said: "Wait until it’s completely dark, then guard their servant’s entrance and catch one of them to question!"

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