Chapter 87

Uncle Zhong fell silent for a moment, thinking that if it were true that he could kill more than three hundred people in a row, then he was indeed on par with His Highness.

Wait, how did we come back to the question of who’s above and who’s below?

The two chatted as they walked.

Uncle Zhong shook his head and said, “But where did he get all these things? And why did he bring them to the palace?”

Chang Liu’s mind quickly turned, excitedly saying, “I know!”

“What do you know?” Uncle Zhong asked.

Chang Liu said solemnly, “When men and women get married, don’t they exchange betrothal gifts and dowry? I think it’s probably something like that. And apparently, betrothal gifts are given first. So, Shi Yu is here to give his betrothal gifts, he wants to marry into our family…”

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Zhong slapped him.

“Nonsense!” Uncle Zhong was angry, “Regardless, His Highness is marrying, how could it be a bride?!”

Chang Liu seemed to understand, “So it’s… Shi Yu is marrying into the family!”

“That’s right,” Uncle Zhong said.

Then, after a moment’s pause, he hurriedly corrected himself, “No, no, absolutely not! His Highness and Shi Yu have no relationship whatsoever, and they will each marry separately.”

In the meantime, the two arrived back at Qingpu Residence.

Seeing the two returning, Shè stopped his work and asked, “Is everything arranged properly?”

Both Uncle Zhong and Chang Liu didn’t look too good.

Uncle Zhong respectfully replied, “Everything is arranged. Shi Yu has someone counting with the staff in the storeroom to avoid any mishaps.”

“Hmm,” Shè closed one document and picked up another, looking up to see the two still standing there.

“Is there something else?” he asked.

Uncle Zhong thought for a moment, knowing that Shè wouldn’t listen to what he had to say at this time, so he said, “Nothing.”

“What’s wrong with him again?” Shè pointed at the dejected Chang Liu.

Chang Liu leaned against the door as if he had lost something valuable.

Feeling aggrieved, Chang Liu said, “I saw a jar on Shi Yu’s antique shelf that I liked, and he said he would give it to me, but Uncle Zhong wouldn’t let me take it.”

Shè put down his pen, “It’s right not to take it. What do you want the jar for?”

Chang Liu blinked, “I want to raise two turtles from the pond.”

Uncle Zhong, with an iron expression, said, “His Highness raises falcons and leopards, and you want to raise turtles.”

Chang Liu shrunk his neck.

Shè said, “Let Uncle Zhong accompany you to find a jar.”

Chang Liu, holding his sleeves, stammered, “It’s not as nice as Shi Yu’s, I like pink.”

Shè was momentarily speechless.

After the things were moved, the yard became empty again, and Dahuang finally didn’t have to be locked in the house and could run freely.

Spring had been established before the New Year, and it had only started to rain yesterday.

Dahuang ran happily in the yard for an afternoon, digging a hole in the corner and rolling in the mud.

Shi Yu and Er Ya boiled water in the yard and prepared a wooden basin for Dahuang to bathe in, when they heard a light knock on the courtyard door.

Shi Yu got up to open the door, but reminded Dahuang, “No running!”

As the courtyard door opened, several lively maids stood at the door, they were the maids who lived in the neighboring courtyard from Beilin.

Since they moved in, they had been living peacefully, so it was unclear why they suddenly came to visit.

The one in the pink shirt smiled and said, “It’s been a few days since we entered the mansion, but we haven’t come to visit the young master, which is rude.”

Shi Yu hurriedly said, “The young lady is too polite, I am just a guard.”

The girl in the pink shirt smiled without saying a word.

The girl with the melon-seed face handed over the bamboo basket in her hand and said, “These are pastries I made myself, let the young master taste them. They are all special snacks from Beilin, and I learned them from the old chef when I was in the mansion. I heard that the young master loved them when he was young.”

Shi Yu originally wanted to refuse, but hesitated when she heard the last two sentences.

Special snacks from Beilin, she wanted to taste what Shè used to love when he was young.

Seeing that he didn’t refuse, the girl with the melon-seed face said, “Let me help you carry them in.”

As she spoke, she gently pushed open another door and saw a little maid and an ugly dog in the courtyard.

Shi Yu generously stepped aside and said, “Please come in.”

Then she walked to Er Ya and said, “Don’t play for too long, just go in and dry off after a cup of tea, understand?”

Er Ya nodded obediently, holding the wet Dahuang, “We’ll play for just half a cup of tea’s time.”

Shi Yu patted Er Ya’s head and praised, “Good.”

Dahuang barked twice, seeming somewhat dissatisfied that only Er Ya was being praised, so Shi Yu also patted Dahuang, “You’re good too.”

“This yard seems bigger than ours.”

“Yeah, it looks like there’s a pavilion in the back.”

“The young master is indeed generous.”

The girls had already entered the small hall, looking around.

The girl in pink turned her head and lowered her voice, “Is it safe?”

The girl with the melon-seed face said, “Of course, I put colorless and tasteless powder, he won’t be able to taste it.”

“But…” The girl in pink was still a little worried, “What if he eats it and goes to find the young master?”

“Lock the door,” another person said with almond eyes.

Hearing footsteps approaching, the few of them hurriedly closed their mouths.

“Sorry, I’m late.” Shi Yu stepped into the room, carrying a tray with a teapot.

The girls exchanged glances, and the girl in pink smiled, “The pastries will get cold if the young master doesn’t come soon.”

Shi Yu sat down and watched as the girl with the melon-seed face took out the pastries from the food box and placed them on the table.

The pastries were indeed beautiful, shaped like lotus flowers, with the petals dyed a light pink, they looked lifelike.

“Let the young master taste them,” the girl with the melon-seed face picked up a piece and put it on a small plate.

Shi Yu glanced at her.

The girl with the melon-seed face trembled in her heart, feeling a little guilty, afraid of being exposed, she smiled timidly, “Master, looking at me like that, is it not good? I am after all, the Highness’s maid.”

“I apologize,”