Aman scratched her head.
She didn’t believe that heaven was so attentive as to watch every evil person, but she believed in her young miss.
“Let’s go to the Tianxiang Tea House.”
The private room at the Tianxiang Tea House had been booked in advance, and the person Jiang Si was to meet had already been waiting for a while.
Jiang Si entered with Aman, and the person immediately stood up.
Jiang Si removed her veil hat and casually placed it on the table.
The person quickly lowered his head: “What orders does the young miss have for me?”
He couldn’t forget the first time he saw this heavenly young miss. Because he forgot to avert his eyes for a moment, he was beaten by that stinking girl dressed as a boy beside her until he nearly passed out.
This young man was Afei, the street ruffian who had been stabbed with a hairpin by Aman.
“You did well with the previous matter,” Jiang Si said calmly.
If her second uncle’s family wanted to keep the rotten meat in the pot, she certainly wouldn’t let them have their way. Afei’s efforts had contributed greatly to the rapid spread of this gossip.
The people of the capital were quite wealthy, making it the most suitable soil for spreading gossip. A small spark could start a prairie fire.
“I don’t deserve the young miss’s praise,” Afei quickly glanced at Jiang Si before lowering his eyes again.
Compared to unparalleled beauty, his life was certainly more important.
He had just wanted to tease a beautiful young man on a whim, how did he end up involved with this master and servant pair?
“There’s another matter I need you to handle,” Jiang Si nodded slightly to Aman.
Aman hesitated for a moment before handing over a plain sachet: “Here.”
Afei reached out to take it, but Aman wouldn’t let go.
Afei looked at Jiang Si and increased his force.
What was going on? Hadn’t the young miss indicated to give him the sachet? Had he misunderstood?
“Aman—” Jiang Si reminded helplessly.
Only then did Aman let go, warning: “If you lose it, I’ll kill you!”
The young miss was too trusting, how could she give so much money to this ruffian?
“Open it and take a look,” Jiang Si said.
Afei lowered his head and opened the sachet. Seeing the silver notes inside, his face immediately changed: “Young miss, this—”
“Take these and place a bet that the Old Madam of Earl Dongping’s eyes will recover.”
Afei’s lips turned white: “This, this—”
This young miss was trusting, giving him so much money. Wasn’t she afraid he’d run away?