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Chapter 110 Auspicious Wishes (28)

When she got into the carriage to go to the Marshal's Mansion, Yi Yi was still not in the same cold-blooded villainy persona she had just portrayed.

This time, without any cerebellar distraction, Yi Yi still had a cold face when she arrived at the Marshal's Mansion.

What Ma Dashuai saw was Yi Yi's cold face, which clearly indicated she was in a bad mood.

She stood up, walked over to Yi Yi, pulled him close, and pressed him down onto the sofa. She handed him a cup of tea and said, "I know what happened in your family. Sigh, is it really worth your trouble over such a small matter?"

Yi Yi narrowed her eyes, took the teacup, and pulled herself away from that cold emotion, but still said with a displeased expression: "General, you don't understand. Haven't some young people in the city been giving alms and doing some unnecessary sermons lately?"

Ma Dashuai paused for a moment after sitting back in his seat, then quickly and without any hesitation sat down on the single sofa.

Yi Yi keenly sensed his sudden emotional outburst and sighed inwardly: This old fox really is here to settle scores with me because of Zhu Qianxiao.

I just don't know how far he's gotten.

Yi Yi picked up the teacup, gently blew on it a few times, letting the steam blur the expression on her face, and then thought: I brought this up preemptively before, but I can't be in such a hurry now.

We need to wait for Commander Ma to speak so we can determine the extent of his knowledge.

As expected of an old fox, Commander Ma wasn't in a hurry. He leisurely called a servant to light a cigar and asked Yi Yi if she wanted one.

After Yi refused, he seemed quite disappointed and had his servant take back the cigar.

He lit the cigar with the help of the maid who lit it, and took a deep drag.

Then, he leaned back in his chair, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and sighed, "If you ask me, Patriarch Zhu, you still need to learn to smoke!"

Yi Yi laughed it off and said, "Well, it's not like I haven't tried it before, but even with this Western cigarette, I just can't get used to it."

"Hey! Just try a few more times and you'll get it!" With that, Ma Dashuai put the lit cigar in his mouth and took out another cigar from the box and handed it over.

Yi Yi put down her teacup and looked at the cigar that Ma Dashuai had personally handed to her. She knew that she couldn't refuse this one.

Yi Yi smiled and accepted the cigar, indicating that she could only politely decline.

He then took the lighter from the maid, lit the cigar, and took a deep drag.

Yi Yi wasn't lying when she said she didn't smoke, so when she took that puff, the harsh taste of the cigar made her cough violently.

The cough was so severe that even the maids standing nearby were at a loss for what to do.

Ironically, she didn't offer to lend a hand or hand over a glass of water.

Perhaps they did, but their owners stopped them.

Yi Yi coughed for a long time, until tears came out, before she calmed down a little. She patted her chest, reached for the black tea in front of her, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Seeing his allies in such a sorry state, General Ma burst into laughter.

Seeing that Yi Yi had completely recovered after drinking the water, he spoke up mercifully, saying, "If Patriarch Zhu isn't used to smoking, then perhaps you shouldn't smoke for now. I won't make things difficult for you."

Upon hearing this, Yi Yi turned around and stubbed out the cigar in the ashtray handed to her by the servant.

Turning her head, Yi Yi couldn't help but purse her lips, thinking: You've already made things difficult for me, you old fox!

The older they get, the more they like to conduct these obedience tests!

If I weren't trying to keep you from making any mistakes, I wouldn't even bother with you!

Yi Yi cursed inwardly, then turned to look at Ma Dashuai, who was comfortably taking another puff of his cigar, his mustache radiating pleasure.

He cursed inwardly again.

But General Ma was indeed pleased with Yi Yi's actions. Considering her expression when she brought up the fact that someone had overstepped their bounds and made offerings in Yangcheng, he figured that this matter was not something she had secretly instructed.

He relaxed instantly and casually brought up the matter, saying, "I mentioned the Zhu family head's family affairs before, but why did the Zhu family head bring up the matter of charity?"

Yi Yi understood immediately that the old fox had temporarily lowered his guard and had only found out or guessed that the Zhu family was behind the charity, but did not know the specifics.

That would be easy.

Yi Yi took the tissue that the maid finally handed her, wiped away the tears and saliva that had inevitably been forced out by her violent coughing, and continued Ma Dashuai's words: "Dashuai, you don't know, but behind this charity, there is the Zhu family's involvement."

"Oh?" General Ma was clearly surprised by Yi Yi's frankness. His expression hardened, and he slowly sat up, cigar in hand.

"Actually, it's nothing much. It was the uncles who split up the family and did this." Yi Yi sighed helplessly. "Although we split up and each went our own way, I never expected that one of my uncles would do something like this to win over the people and steal my business."

"Oh? I see."

Commander Ma remembered that the officer he had sent to pick up Yi Yi had returned first to report what had happened at the Zhu family's doorstep, and gradually relaxed.

It's clear that he's already largely believed what Yi Yi said.

"That's right, but he even encouraged Xiaoxiao to join his camp. After all, he's my uncle, so I can't really kill him. Otherwise, how can I face my ancestors in the afterlife years later?" Yi Yi sighed deeply, looking utterly troubled by the ancestral rules that prevented her from taking action.

Yi Yi feigned tears, secretly glancing at Ma Dashuai.

Seeing him take another puff of his cigar and slowly lean back in his chair with a relaxed air, Yi Yi realized that her act of "compromise" at the entrance of the Zhu residence had not been in vain.

Ugh! Look at this black pot!

Look at this pot, it's so big and round!

Second Uncle, please read your letter carefully!

His facial muscles twitched, suppressing the smile at the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and the tears he squeezed out fell down at just the right moment.

Yi Yi quickly wiped it away, and then heard Commander Ma say, "Leave this matter to me!"

"Huh? But..." Yi Yi seemed to want to refute something.

Commander Ma interrupted him again: "I think you, young friend Zhu, are still too indecisive! This isn't how you handle things. You should leave it to me!"

Yi Yi sighed and said in a conciliatory tone, "Alright... but Xiao Xiao..."

Commander Ma made a decisive move with his pen, declaring, "Of course I won't harm my daughter-in-law who's been misled by her uncle and can't see the bigger picture. Here's what I'll do! I'll entrust this matter to my son!"

At the height of his emotions, Ma Dashuai coughed incessantly.

As Yi Yi watched the maid rush forward to pat him on the back, she lowered her eyes to hide her emotions and said, "Alright, I don't think the young marshal will make things difficult for Xiao Xiao. I'm relieved to leave it to the young marshal to handle."

That means you agree.