"Look, she was sold to me for ten years by one tael of silver."

"Eh-hem!" Yang Zijin glared at Shuo Ling. One tael of silver? For ten years?

Could he dare to be more shameless?

"It seems to be... a fire over there?" Mrs. Li pulled up her slacks and quietly winked at Duke of Mu, gesturing for him to look in the direction of Spring Breeze.

Duke of Mu relaxed his frown a bit and asked, "Young Marquis, let me ask you. On the contract, was it signed by Zijin?"

"No, it was signed by Madam Yang, who raised her."

"Really?" Duke of Mu slowly walked to the entrance of the hall and stared in the direction where the white smoke rose, "So is she still alive?"

Yang Zijin and Shuo Ling looked at each other and knew it was Duke of Mu who set the fire.

"Pop!" Yang Zijin suddenly rose to her full height and smote the table and asked, "Did you set the fire at Spring Breeze?"

Shuo Ling felt amused.

Yang Zijin was amused by Duke of Mu, who was pretending to be affectionate. Those people who didn't know about him would think that Duke of Mu was forgiving and partial to Zijin. So who did he want to show for his kindness?

Yang Zijin sat aside with shaking her feet. She looked at the group of Duke of Mu, and said unflinchingly, "No one will want to come into this place where people are treated ruthlessly and cruelly. Only those brainless people will think about how wonderful the mansion of Duke Mu is. In my perspective, Spring Breeze is much better than the mansion of Duke Mu."

With Shuo Ling on her side, Yang Zijin became nothing to fear. She believed that Shuo Ling wouldn't let her get hurt. With such a backer, she must take advantage of him.

Hearing that Yang Zijin compared the mansion of Duke Mu with that filthy place Spring Breeze, Duke of Mu was so angry. He slapped the table a

At last...

"Eh-hem..." the face of Duke of Mu gradually regained its blood, and he opened his eyes.

Yang Zijin got up and walked to the side. She took the handkerchief out of Mu Yunong's arm, wiped her hands, and then sat back down again.

Shi Weiming looked at Yang Zijin with surprise, "Zijin, do you know medical skills?"

"It's the common sense of first aid." Yang Zijin answered perfunctorily, grabbing her chopsticks and tasting a piece leisurely.

Duke of Mu was just pissed off and had a cardiac arrest. If he were not saved, he would probably die.

As long as to raise his head and deflect it timely, the risk of asphyxiation due to esophageal reflux could be cut off. And then to stimulate by needles at Laogong acupoint and acupoint, along with the stimulation of philtrum-philtra, it would be possible to pull him back from the dead.

Yang Zijin didn't know about medical skills. As for the knowledge of first aid, it was learned in her previous life, and she hadn't forgotten it yet.

Shi Weiming looked at Yang Zijin for a while, and then he suddenly pulled out a palm-sized brocade box from his sleeve and pushed it in front of her.

"Zijin..."

"What?" Yang Zijin frowned tightly.

Shi Weiming smiled at Duke of Mu, who was already helped to the chair and slowly held Yang Zijin's hands, "Zijin, don't be stubborn. If you are truly cold-blooded and heartless, how could you save Duke of Mu at the critical moment? It proves that you are a pure and good man."

Yang Zijin pulled her hands out with a cold face and opened the box. Inside the box, there was a pile of gold hairpins dotted with bright blue jewels.

"What do you mean?"

"Zijin, it is a gift for the first meeting." Shi Weiming stood up and cupped his hands to Yang Zijin, "Today is the first time when I and Chushi Weiming meet sister Zijin. How can I not prepare a gift?"

Yang Zijin twitched her mouth and looked around, and those servants had already dispersed. Mu Yunong stared at her with gritted teeth, and Mrs. Li was still pretending her expression.

Instead, Duke of Mu, with a slightly mild complicated gaze, looked at Yang Zijin, which made Yang Zijin felt a fierce chill.

Did these people misunderstand something?

As for Mu Yunong, Yang Zijin could understand that she had feelings for Shi Weiming, so she was jealous that Shi Weiming showed his favor to herself.

But Shi Weiming and Duke of Mu... could they think that she was willing to go back to the mansion because she had saved Duke of Mu with the risk of being killed?

Yang Zijin was about to say something, and the butler Zhang suddenly reported that Marquis Shuo was here.

While mollifying Duke of Mu, Mrs. Li said in a bad mood, "What is he doing here? You go out and tell him that Duke of Mu is not feeling well, and let him come another day instead."

"Marquis Shuo said that he had something left in our mansion and came to find it specifically." Butler Zhang was also very confused.

And now, Duke of Mu had recovered a lot, but he was still a little weak and said, "Marquis Shuo has never contacted our family, and I'm afraid it's just an excuse to look for something. He has an odd temperament. Just let him in and see what he wants. If it's something that doesn't matter, give it to him."

Yang Zijin raised her eyebrows and thought that Duke of Mu seemed to be much happier?

No way, the misunderstanding was so profound?

And, what could Shuo Ling drop in the mansion of Duke Mu? Couldn't he find a better excuse?

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Yang Zijin slightly turned her head and felt dizzy in the next second. She dazed for a while before she realized that she was being embraced in Shuo Ling's arms.

"What are you doing!" Yang Zijin widened her eyes and clenched her fists and hammered on him. He should mind his behavior on such an occasion!

Shuo Ling grinned wickedly, grabbed Yang Zijin's hands with one hand, and twisted her face around with the other. And then he kissed her, "What can I do? Of course, to fetch my thing."

Yang Zijin struggled to no avail, so she had to glare at him with gritted teeth, "Go and fetch your thing. Don't touch me! Let me go!"

"Shuo Ling, how could you do this to Zijin in public..." Shi Weiming stood up in indignation and pointed at Shuo Ling with a shiver of anger.

Yang Zijin finally felt comfortable with Shi Weiming again, and said in a bad mood, "That's it! Let me go!"

Shuo Ling frowned and whispered in Yang Zijin's ear, "The fire has been lit. If you don't follow me, you think you can walk out of here tonight?"

"I..." Yang Zijin looked at the wind direction of Spring Breeze. The white smoke rose, "Is it going well? Sixi and Wufu...."

"Take it easy." Shuo Ling pressed against Yang Zijin's forehead and suddenly released her hands and wrapped her tightly in his arms.

Yang Zijin looked around at those stunned people and dropped her head silently. Did it seem... to be freer by following Shuo Ling?

Shuo Ling smiled in satisfaction and carefully placed Yang Zijin on the chair next to him. Then he got up and looked at Duke of Mu, saying, "My Lord, Yang Zijin is my bodyguard. I wonder what matter to summon her up here today is?"

Yang Zijin almost choked herself. So, she is that thing?

"Your bodyguard?" Duke of Mu's face became terrible again, "Zijin, is it true?"

Yang Zijin was speechless, and she pretended to be dumb.

Shuo Ling had a cold face when he looked at others, and he even disdained to lift his lips with a slight arc. He just slowly pulled out a contract from his arms, unfolded to those people, and then immediately collected it back.

"Look, she was sold to me for ten years by one tael of silver."

"Eh-hem!" Yang Zijin glared at Shuo Ling. One tael of silver? For ten years?

Could he dare to be more shameless?

"It seems to be... a fire over there?" Mrs. Li pulled up her slacks and quietly winked at Duke of Mu, gesturing for him to look in the direction of Spring Breeze.

Duke of Mu relaxed his frown a bit and asked, "Young Marquis, let me ask you. On the contract, was it signed by Zijin?"

"No, it was signed by Madam Yang, who raised her."

"Really?" Duke of Mu slowly walked to the entrance of the hall and stared in the direction where the white smoke rose, "So is she still alive?"

Yang Zijin and Shuo Ling looked at each other and knew it was Duke of Mu who set the fire.

"Pop!" Yang Zijin suddenly rose to her full height and smote the table and asked, "Did you set the fire at Spring Breeze?"

Shuo Ling felt amused. He grabbed her hand and rubbed it.

"Yes, I set the fire." Duke of Mu admitted 

Chapter 20 Three Hundred and Fifty Thousand Taels of Silver