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The next day.

It was already bright outside, but Bing'er was sleeping soundly. When the sun was about three rods high, she was awoken by a soft knock on the door. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and stretched. She looked towards the door. Outside, Yun Xiao knocked lightly and called out to her softly, "Miss Bing'er, it's time to wake up."

"Come in." Bing-Er got up and told Little Yun.

Xiao Yun pushed open the door gently and walked into the room. She placed a basin of water on the chair and said, "Miss Bing'er, today is the day you're going to leave this room. How can you sleep so deeply?"

"Probably because I was too tired yesterday." Bing-Er answered softly as she got off the bed.

After washing up and having some breakfast, Aunt Mei sent someone to clean up Bing'er's things. When she didn't, she was not surprised at all. After cleaning up, Bing'er found out that she had so little things, not even a parcel. Looking at the bun in her hand, Bing'er walked out of the room with a pout. Since ancient times, she was probably the pillar of the poorest brothel.

Bing-Er was a bit angry, so she waved her hand and knocked the bag away. However, she raised her hand too high, so she knocked down the curtain covering the bed. Heavy white curtains covered the bed.

The maid was frightened by Bing'er. She stood where she was, trembling with fear, not knowing what to do.

Bing-Er felt that she had gone too far. She withdrew the angry look on her face and ordered the maid, "Send the couple back to my new room."

"Yes, Miss Bing'er." The young maid hugged her bundle and fished out her room as if she was escaping into the wilderness.

Bing'er smiled to herself. She thought that this servant girl must hate her to death now. But there was no other way. In order to solve this case, even if she was hated, she would admit it.

Bing-Er pretended to be angry as she looked at the door, "What a useless maid!" After finishing her sentence, she stretched out her hand to pull up the curtain that she had scraped off, and hung it on a hook. "Eh?" Bing-Er shouted in surprise as she looked at the hook.

"What's wrong?" Yun Xiao looked over to where Bing'er was looking.

"The hook is broken." Bing'er showed the hook to Little Yun.

Little Yun looked at the hook, and sure enough, there was a crack on the hook. Furthermore, the crack was very big, as long as she exerted a little more force, the hook would snap. She frowned and mumbled to herself, "Why didn't I notice it before?"

Bing'er glanced at Little Yun, and then said to herself, "I was wondering why the curtain is always falling off. The hook is broken."

Xiao Yun didn't care about what Bing-Er said. She just stared at the hook, her eyes full of sadness.

Bing'er thought to herself. It was just a hook, how could Xiao Yun look sad? She pretended to inadvertently talk to herself, "I don't know, did the curtain fall on the day Cai Die died?"

"How could that be? I'm pretty sure the hook broke only recently. So the curtain won't fall on the day that Lady Cai Die died. " Little Yun looked at the hook with regret and answered Bing'er.

Bing'er asked Little Yun in disbelief, "So sure?" You entered this room the other day? " After all, so long ago, Little Yun might not remember it clearly.

"I am sure that the curtain did not fall that day, nor would it fall, because there was a slight breeze that day, and I feared that the curtain would fall, so I tied it up with a rope. When Lady Caidie was trying to pull customers out, I had entered the room before. Because Lady Caidie didn't like the curtains falling off the bed, I had taken a look around. Even until the day after Cai Die's death, the curtain was still hanging from the hook. " Little Yun answered Bing'er with certainty.

Bing'er smiled at Little Yun, and looked at her in admiration, "I didn't expect you to have such a good memory, to be able to remember what happened that long ago so clearly. "Seems like the hook didn't break until after I moved in here."

Little Yun looked at the broken hook and sighed deeply. She put it down and looked around the room. "Miss Bing'er, we are almost done. Let's go."

"Alright, since there's nothing else to take care of, then." Bing-Er walked out of the room with Little Yun.

Xiao Yun followed Bing'er out of the room. When she closed the door, she turned around to look at the hooks of the curtain and slowly closed the door.

Bing-Er walked in front of Little Yun and saw her reaction from the corner of her eyes.

Her new room was installed opposite Aunt Mei's room. Bing'er smiled to herself. Aunt Mei had set up her room opposite the Plum Garden. She wanted to take good care of Bing'er, but in reality, it was to keep an eye on her. What a cunning Aunt Mei. She had to be on guard against Little Yun and Aunt Mei at the same time.

Bing-Er pushed open the door gently. A few maidservants were sitting at the table, tearing the notes.

Bing-Er walked to the table and sat on a stool. She looked around the room. It was well-arranged and spacious. There was a big bed on the right side of the room. Opposite the bed was her round table. On her left was a dressing table with a bright new bronze mirror on it. There was a zither on the table beside the dressing table.

There was a large screen behind her, and she didn't want to know that behind the screen was a large wooden tub for bathing. There was a picture of a hundred flowers blooming on the screen, a beautiful peony blooming in the middle of the screen, and all the other flowers blooming around it. It tightly surrounded the dazzling red peony.

A hundred flowers bloomed in the air. Although it was a bit tacky, it had a unique flavor when painted on the screen. Bing-Er nodded with satisfaction. The room Aunt Mei had given her was not bad. It suited her well. Especially the name of the room, Wu Die.

The names of the rooms of the other girls were all under their own names, but her own room wasn't even close to Bing-Er's.

Bing-Er retracted her sight from the room and looked at the few maids who were tearing the paper apart. She asked blandly, "How many pieces of paper are there?"

"Miss Bing'er, there are about 100 notes now." One of the maidservants raised her head and looked at Bing-Er.

"A hundred sheets is enough. There's no need to tear the paper anymore. Bring me the brush and ink." A hundred brainstorming turns was enough to ward off men who thought only of their lower bodies.

The young maid stood up and left the room. Not long later, she walked into the room with a brush and ink in her hand.

The young maid placed the ink on the table. One of the young maidservants was holding a brush while the other was grinding ink.

"There is a medicine that you can eat without even going to the medicine store to buy it. What medicine is it? "

"How can a calligrapher write red characters in black ink?"

The young maid carefully wrote down Bing'er's question on the slip of paper.

Bing-Er tried her best to write down all the memories in her head on a paper slip in a way that the ancients could understand

"Miss Bing'er, please have some tea to moisten your throat." Xiao Yun placed the tea on the table, poured a cup for Bing'er and handed it to her.

Bing'er raised her head and looked at Xiao Yun gratefully. Xiao Yun, for her part, knew that she was thirsty.