Lin Qingge whispered a few words into Hua Jinrong's ear, and Hua Jinrong immediately accepted the order to handle it.
When Lin Qingge entered the Fragrant Soup Pavilion, she found that the women who had been locked in the cellar were already washed and changed, standing respectfully with their heads bowed.
"As expected of you, Madam, your efficiency in handling matters is more than a notch higher than others!"
Hearing Lin Qingge's heartfelt praise, Leng Ningyue commented with a smile, "You have a slippery tongue."
Looking at the exceptionally harmonious scene in the distance, Lin Moyuan, who had always been invincible, frowned in confusion: "It's strange, with almost the same words, why can Lord Lin always make Lady Lin smile so heartily?"
Lin Zimo, held by Lin Moyuan, took a candied haw bitten by him, said in an old-fashioned way, "Uncle Lin, is it possible that the person speaking is different?"
...
Whether it was because he was taught a lesson by a four-year-old child or because he was hurt by the undeniable truth, Lin Moyuan's usual demeanor of having everything under control broke for a moment.
After finding a carriage and sealing the entrance of the Fragrant Soup Pavilion, Lin Qingge and her entourage prepared to depart in full force.
Qin Han took the corpse and wine bottle fragments back to the Yizhuang, and Murong Bai yawned and followed Qin Han back.
Perhaps due to frustration, Lin Moyuan did not follow this time.
Hua Jinrong was assigned a task by Lin Qingge, and Yan Tinghao was left at the yamen.
Rarely, Lin Qingge's family of three sat alone in a carriage. Lin Zimo, with his hands and feet flailing, pounced into Lin Qingge's arms and nuzzled her affectionately, "Daddy, are we going back to school again?"
"Yes, to send you back to continue studying!"
Lin Qingge, who was deliberately teasing the little child, pushed the child, who was pressing painfully on her knees, away with a hint of disdain, "No, what have you eaten again, you little rascal? Why is your mouth so sticky?"
"Oh, Mo'er just ate a candied haw given by Uncle Lin, who said it could aid digestion~"
Feeling the heavy weight on her leg and thinking that the rascal had gotten fatter, Lin Qingge raised her hand and pinched the chubby little face, "It wasn't Uncle Lin who gave it to you, but you tricked Uncle Lin into buying it for you, right?"
"Daddy, lying is wrong! Mo'er didn't lie! It was Uncle Lin who proactively bought it for Mo'er to eat! It's just—the candied haw first beckoned to Mo'er from outside the window, then Mo'er pointed it out to Uncle Lin, and then Uncle Lin bought that candied haw for Mo'er to eat~"
In short, the candied haw made the first move, and it had nothing to do with him.
Seeing the little child's indignant look, Lin Qingge couldn't help but laugh, "Daddy, in all my life, this is the first time I've heard of candied haws having their own consciousness and waving to people?"
"Hehe, Daddy, you don't know, when the wind blows, the candied haws stuck on the grass frame swing back and forth, aren't they waving?"
"Oh ho, it seems your schooling is going well lately. However, school cannot be held for the time being. How about this, starting tomorrow, Daddy will ask Forensic Doctor Murong to help you review your studies at the yamen?"
Although Lin Qingge asked a question, her tone was one of irrefutable certainty. She remembered that Murong Bai had just earned a burial fee from Tang Wan'er. She didn't need to take a cut, but Mo'er's studies were all his responsibility. This small request was not excessive, was it?
As Lin Qingge was calculating how to extract the maximum value from Murong Bai, Lin Zimo let out a wail of joy turning into sorrow: "Daddy, no~~ That Tutor Murong is not only stingy, but he always tests Mo'er with subjects he hasn't learned! If Mo'er can't answer, Tutor Murong punishes Mo'er by copying books, again and again, Mo'er's hands have even developed calluses!"
However, regarding Lin Zimo's complaint, let alone Lin Qingge, even Leng Ningyue rarely spoke out.
"Mo'er, you must understand that a strict teacher produces excellent students. It is precisely because you are so intelligent and talented that Forensic Doctor Murong holds you to such high standards and strict requirements. As for making you copy books repeatedly, it is to temper your impetuous nature. Copying books and writing can best train a person's temperament. Therefore, you must listen carefully to Forensic Doctor Murong."
At the end, Lin Qingge smiled somewhat maliciously.
Lin Zimo pouted his small mouth, trying to resist defiantly, "Daddy, can Mo'er learn from Grandpa Su?"
"No, your Grandpa Su is old and does not have enough energy to teach you."
"Then can Mo'er learn from Uncle Lin?"
"No!" Lin Qingge refused without a second thought. Lin Moyuan, who was already harboring ill intentions towards Leng Ningyue, would create opportunities for them to be alone if he were to teach Mo'er. However, Lin Qingge did not say these words to Lin Zimo, but only warned him to stay away from that Uncle Lin, the farther the better.
After a few more words, the carriage arrived outside the school. Since Lin Qingge had just emerged from the epidemic area, her family of three did not go in, but stood outside the entrance.
Yongning, hopping and skipping, ran out from inside, "Madam Lin, did you drop something? I'll go get it for you!"
Leng Ningyue shook her head.
"Madam Lin, are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water!"
Yongning turned sideways and discovered the one tall and one small figure beside her, "Oh, Lord Lin, you're here too?"
Lin Qingge, who had unexpectedly fallen from a great hero saving someone from dire straits to a background character in just a few days, pulled out an awkward yet polite smile.
At this moment, Xu Siyun gracefully walked out from inside and bowed to Lin Qingge, "Siyun greets Lord Lin."
"Miss Xu need not be so formal."
"Siyun was just about to bother you at the yamen, I didn't expect Lord Lin to come over."
Lin Qingge raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, "Miss Siyun, do you have something to tell me?"
"My father asked Siyun to relay a message to Lord Lin."
"This..." Lin Qingge looked around, seeming to find no suitable place for a conversation.
Seeing this, Xu Siyun's lips curled into a faint smile: "Lord Lin, please don't worry, my father instructed that this matter is not a secret that cannot be overheard. On the contrary, it is a piece of great joyous news for Lord Lin."
"Great joyous news?"
"My father received an imperial decree yesterday, appointing my father as the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and he is to take up his post in the capital by the end of the month."
"Then congratulations to my mentor, congratulations to my mentor!" In her happiness, Lin Qingge asked with some confusion, "My mentor just took over Fengtian Prefecture not long ago, why was he recalled to the capital so quickly? Then Miss Xu..."
Lin Qingge did not finish her sentence, but Xu Siyun understood the meaning.