I Am This Type of Woman - Chapter 5

 Ban Yun got off the palanquin and asked the servant who came to greet her, "Has the Crown Prince returned?"

"Xiang Jun, the Crown Prince returned an hour ago," the servant bowed and replied, "He's currently studying in the study."

"Studying?" Ban Yun raised her eyebrows. Her brother was someone who would feel dizzy whenever he entered the study. If he could calm down and study, it would really be like a red rain in the world. "Let's go, I'll go see him."

"Confucius said, 'Don't worry about others not knowing, worry about not knowing others …'"

Ban Yun had just walked to the door of the study when she heard the sound of Ban Heng reading. Ban Yun pushed the door open and saw him shaking his head with a serious expression. She crossed her arms and said, "Stop pretending. You're reading 'The Analects' but you're holding 'The Book of Rites'. You're really good."

"I'm confusing reading with calligraphy. My eyes are looking at 'The Book of Rites' but my heart is reciting 'The Analects'. This is the only way I can improve my memory," Ban Heng explained calmly. "You're just a woman. What do you know?"

"Hmm?" Ban Yun raised her eyebrows. "What did you just say?"

"I, I didn't say anything." Ban Heng put down the 'The Book of Rites' in his hand and moved in front of Ban Yun with a smile. "Sister, you know that my brain isn't working well. I was just spouting nonsense."

Ban Yun ignored him and walked to the bookshelf to take out a set of 'Mencius'. When she opened it, she realized that it was just the shell of 'Mencius'. In reality, it was some miscellaneous notes. Before she could open it, the book had already been snatched away by Ban Heng.

"Sister, my good sister, you can't read this book." After Ban Heng snatched the book, he stuffed it into his arms desperately. He couldn't let his sister read this kind of book. Otherwise, his mother would beat him to death.

"Even if I don't read it, I know what's inside. It's nothing more than a story of meeting a fox immortal in the mountains, and how young masters and young mistresses promised each other their lives." Ban Yun glanced at the shelf full of books. "Why are you so obedient today?"

Ban Heng lowered her head and didn't speak.

"Did you cause trouble outside again?" Ban Yun looked at him suspiciously. "Or do you lack money to spend?"

"That … that's not a big deal." Ban Heng looked at the roof and the ground, but he didn't dare to look at Ban Yun. "Just a small matter."

"Tell me, what happened?" Ban Yun sat down on the chair and pointed at the seat next to him. "Sit down and tell me slowly."

"Today, when I was riding back, a person suddenly jumped out from the side and was accidentally kicked by my horse." Ban Heng felt that he was quite wronged. He was riding at a very slow speed, but who knew that someone would suddenly run out and startle his horse. Then, he was kicked over by the horse.

After all, this horse was a gift from his grandmother. It was said that it was a pure-blooded horse that was sent from beyond the Great Wall. Its legs were very strong, and he suspected that the person who was kicked was seriously injured.

"What happened after that?" Ban Yun frowned. Although her brother was idle and didn't have a proper job, he definitely wouldn't do something like injuring people on a horse in a busy city.

"After that, when I was about to take him to see a doctor, a few people suddenly rushed out from the side, pulled him up from the ground, and ran away. I didn't even have time to react." Ban Heng rubbed his not-so-smart head. "What do you think we should do about this?"

"Report it to the authorities," Ban Yun said lazily as he peeled the dried fruits on the fruit plate and ate. "Since we couldn't find the person and didn't want to be plotted against, we might as well report it to the authorities."

"What if they took me away?"

"Are you a pig's brain?" Ban Yi glared at Ban Heng in exasperation. "Don't tell me you saw someone being chased today and even bumped into your horse? You were worried that something might happen, so you came to report it to the authorities. Besides," Ban Yi touched the blood jade bracelet on his wrist. "Who dares to touch you now?"

"That's true," Ban Heng thought about how his family would only be in trouble five years later and was suddenly full of confidence. "But what if it wasn't a chase?"

"Do you know what 'suspected' means?" Ban Yun clapped his hands and stood up. "You don't have to care if it's him or not. Get yourself out first."

"I understand. I'll go right away." Although Ban Heng's brain wasn't considered good, he had an advantage, and that was that he could listen to good words. So when Ban Yun said so, he obediently followed.

At night, Zhao Dongan, the military officer of Jing Cheng County, was preparing to change out of his official robe and go home for dinner when he heard the yamen runner say that the heir of Marquis Jing Ting had come to report a case.

As an eighth-ranked minor official in charge of the security of Jing City, Zhao Dongan had always lived a life of suffering. Because this was under the feet of the emperor, any small matter could become a big matter. In addition, there were many nobles in Jing City. Even ordinary people might have one or two prominent relatives. So for the security of Jing City, he was simply worried to death.

Now, when he heard that the heir of Marquis Jing Ting had come and had come to report a case, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

As the grandson of the dignified Great Elder Princess, what could he not solve? Even if there was a problem, he should have gone to Jing Zhaoyi to report a case in front of an eighth-ranked minor official like him? Although his heart was extremely sullen, Magistrate Zhao did not even dare to show his expression. He straightened his robe and strode out to greet him.

Just as he walked to the door, he saw a young man wearing a brocade robe, with a jade crown and a brocade belt around his waist standing in the courtyard. At first glance, he looked like an elegant young man.

Unfortunately, he only looked like him.

"This lowly official, Zhao Dongan, greets Heir Ban."

"Lord Zhao is too polite." Ban Heng saw that this Zhao Dongan was not old, but his hair was much white. He reached out with sympathy to help him up. "I came today to report a case to you."

Magistrate Zhao's heart trembled. "What case does the heir want to report?"

"It could be a murder case."

Kill, murder?!

Magistrate Zhao's heart was on the verge of breaking down. Don't think that you can talk nonsense just because you are the heir. It is not a small matter when it involves a human life.

Ban Heng did not care how much Zhao Dongan's heart was on the verge of breaking down. He roughly told Magistrate Zhao what he had encountered in the afternoon. In the end, he sighed. "Thinking that this person was injured and was taken away by unknown people, I felt uneasy. So after thinking about it, I still came to report the case. Magistrate Zhao, you won't blame me for making a big fuss over a small issue, right? "

What could Magistrate Zhao say? He could only respectfully send him out of the yamen and praise him as a good citizen.

"Magistrate Zhao, what should we do?" After Ban Heng left, he looked at Zhao Dongan awkwardly. "Should we investigate or not?"

"The heir of Marquis Jing Ting personally came to report the case. Do you think we should investigate or not?" Zhao Dongan sighed. "Not only do we have to investigate, we have to investigate it with great fanfare. However, we can't investigate it as a murder case. Instead, we have to increase the security of the capital.

Although the yamen runner did not understand why they had to do this, he still followed the magistrate's instructions and made arrangements.

Zhao Dongan scratched his white hair in frustration. He felt that after tonight, there would be a few more strands of white hair on his head.

"Sister, I have already settled the matter." Ban Heng excitedly ran to Ban Hou's courtyard. After drinking two cups of tea, he said in satisfaction, "That magistrate praised me like a flower. I blushed when I heard it. I don't know how he praised me."

"Do not worry. After you are no longer the heir, no one will go against their conscience to praise you." Ban Hou sat on the taifei chair and did not move. She stretched out her hand to let the servant girl dye her nails. "Now, there are still people who are willing to praise you.

Enjoy it. "" You are my good sister. "Ban Heng moved closer to Ban Hou and stared at Ban Hou's hand for a long time. Suddenly, she said," Sister, I find that your hand is very beautiful. "

"Yes, I think so too. Congratulations on living with me for fifteen years and finally discovering this fact." Ban Hou raised her chin. "There are a few silver notes in the book box over there. Take them and spend them."

"Sister, I know that in the entire fu, you are the best to me." Ban Heng happily found the silver notes and stuffed it into his pocket. "How do you know that I am in need of silver?"

"Since when are you not short of silver?" Ban Yun's beautiful eyebrows twitched. "But you can use this silver to fight chickens and crickets. You can't step into places you shouldn't go. If you dare to do so, I won't even need my parents to discipline you. I'll beat you up first."

Ban Heng remembered that his elder sister had learned kung fu from his grandfather. He immediately swore that he would never go to the brothel or the casino.

Grandfather had been a general when he was alive. He had led the generals to the battlefield to kill enemies. The previous Emperor had once praised his grandfather as "the first general in the court." Unfortunately, his grandfather had injured his arm on the battlefield and had never gone to the border again.

It was said that when his grandfather had been alive, he had liked his sister very much. He had protected her like a treasure since she was young. He had shoved gold, silver, and jewelry to his sister as if they were free. That was why his sister had become like this.

On a certain day at the end of September, Ban Huai left early in the morning and only returned to the fu before curfew. The other three people in the family saw that the corners of his clothes were still stained with dirt and his mysterious appearance. They were all curious about what he had gone to do.

"I buried two pots of silver in our manor," Ban Huai said in a small voice. "Even the servants do not know that I went to bury things today."

Lady Yin could not help but say, "What's the use of burying them in the manor? When the new Emperor comes to search for us, will we still be able to enter the manor?"

Ban Huai was startled when he heard this. He had only thought about the marquis fu being searched, but he had forgotten that after the incident, the manor probably would not belong to him. Thinking of this, his entire body drooped. He had worked for nothing today.

However, this gave Ban Huai some inspiration. They could not bury the silver in the manor, but they could bury it in some sparsely populated forests. Tomorrow, she and Ban Heng would take some people to walk around and see if there were any places that would not be easy to find. After their homes were searched, they could still dig out places where the silver could be used. Also, they had to bury it in a few more places. Even if they were discovered, there would always be some that slipped through the net.

The next morning, the Ban siblings left the city with a few guards. Then, in the name of training her younger brother's physical strength, they had Ban Heng carry the two bags of sand up the mountain by himself. They did not allow the guards to help.

"The fist technique that grandfather left behind cannot be broken here." Ban Huai wore a set of riding attire that was convenient for movement today. He said to the guards behind him, "You guys go stand guard outside."

The guards thought that the Xiang Jun wanted to teach Shizi Ban the fist technique that was not taught to outsiders, so they tactfully retreated to the periphery.

If they were discovered to be stealing techniques, it would be a serious crime. They were doing well in the marquis fu and did not want to cause trouble for themselves.

"What are you waiting for? Dig!" Ban Huai took out a small iron shovel hidden in the bag and half-knelt on the ground to dig.

"Sister, my hand is about to break." Ban Heng shook his sore arm with a bitter face. He accepted his fate and squatted down to dig. From time to time, he would let out the sound of practicing his fist technique to prevent the guards from suspecting.

The siblings used both hands and feet to dig very seriously. They did not know that someone was walking towards them.

"What are you doing?"

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