Volume 2, Chapter 10: Rakan (1/2)

Dont eat poison as you please.

Jinshi laid down the order at Maomao as soon as they returned to his room.

(How cruel.)

The poisonous seaweed dish was also confiscated. Maomao gawked at him.

The two dishes Maomao prepared this time were also for her to properly check if there was poison by putting her own body at risk. Even though this was an important experiment. However, to her bad timing, the destination of the seaweed was bought to light, and the one who purchased it was known.

It was the younger brother of the bedridden official. Even though it was discovered who the buyer was, the person himself admitted it simply.

She thought the staring when she was entering the kitchen had been certainly strange, so it seemed to be the case. You would have that sort of attitude if you have something you want to hide.

It was a common story. If the eldest son is healthy, the second son will be ignored. Maomao and the others were disappointed by the simple reason, as far as it had been amusing.

Leaving that aside.

Aside from being told not to eat poison, hes considerably tolerant, Maomao reassessed.

When she thought hard enough turning a blind eye to Jinshis perverted actions his treatment of her was quite good.

(Even so, I do as I like.)

Towards Jinshi, she replied to him discourteously, did not show him respect, gave him attitude, viewed him like creeping bug. If she was the master, she would immediate fire that sort of court lady. Or rather, shell hang her. Dont want hanging, lets request for poisoning.

(If it comes to that, the medicinal herbs,)

Pay was inconsequential. She had other ways to earn money. However, on imported medicinal herbs and the like, there was one item she cant get her hands on for a pharmacist in the prostitution quarter Even though she bore with it for many years, there were many things she wanted for poison experiments.

She must work with whole-hearted devotion from here on. She plastered on the smile she was trained from her prostitution training and looked towards Jinshi.

Since Jinshi was making a dazed face, she was thinking she made a mistake with the expression she plastered on, when he suddenly bashed his head against the pillar. He was slamming his head like a woodpecker.

At that sound, Gaoshun and Suiren, the middle-aged court lady, rushed in.

She had absolutely no idea, but she ended up being stared down by Gaoshun.

(Its not my fault this time.)

The weird one is your master, Maomao thought as she sulked.

Maomaos daily job ends with her receiving her master, Jinshi. Therefore, it was a easier for Maomao when Jinshi comes back quickly.

Jinshi entered the room, looking worn out.

Welcome back.

This is where you say Master, Suiren said, but Maomao ignored that. No matter the circumstance, her tongue might cramp and she could end up biting it if she said that.

Recently, Jinshi had been returning late from work. The reason seems to be due to him putting the piled-up work into order.

If you went to the point of accumulating work, you would have been better off not spectating the incident from the other day and focus on finishing your work quickly, Maomao thought, but he mentioned that it was on a matter that was really hard to do.

Whether the horses dont suit [note]Tastes and way of thinking is different, hard to get along.[/note] or whatever it is, our opinions really dont match.

Jinshi sighed as he accepted cider from Suiren. The person in this case was someone who had resistance towards Jinshi, but lost his mind from just seeing a court lady from somewhere. What a troublesome eunuch.

If such a person finds someone with an opinion, he conversely is terrific, but at the same time, you also think you dont want to get along with him.

I too have people I have trouble dealing with.

He seems to be high ranking military official, someone who is famous for being sharp, but a weirdo. It was said that when he finds fault one way or another, he brings guests into his room, otherwise he assaults them, and engages them in Shogi[note]Japanese Chess.[/note] putting off the judgement of the subject they were chatting about.

His target this time was Jinshi. As a result, it was said he stays in his office for a dual-hour and does overtime like that.

Maomao looked a little irked.

What kind of retirement is that?

Hes only passed his forties. Hes nasty, exactly because my job is ended*.

(Past his forties, a high ranking military officer, weirdo?)

They were keywords she had memory of from somewhere, but she couldnt remember it and it didnt seem to be a good thing so Maomao decided to forget about it.

Well, even if she forgets about it, her usual unpleasant premonition was fixed.

We already talked about the matter.

Jinshi gave a celestial maidens smile at the uninvited guest. It required effort to get it from stiffening.