The patriarch of the Ximen clan, Ximen Jing, was both indignant and angry. He asked Ximen Song with a sullen face, "Song'er, if you lack money, you can tell grandpa. Our Ximen clan hasn't reached the time to auction treasures to pass our days."
Ximen Song was caught between laughter and tears. He was a legitimate son of the four great clans. Did he have to secretly auction treasures and be caught red-handed? He slapped his forehead. "Grandpa, why didn't I know that I had sent treasures to auction?"
Ximen Song turned his head and asked the beautiful maid, "May I ask who asked you to send the key to me?"
He didn't suspect that someone was plotting against him. It was obvious that if it wasn't someone who was especially close to him, they wouldn't have given him such a good treatment. Sure enough, the beautiful maid's answer almost made Beiting Qing vomit blood from anger. She smiled and said, "Lord Ximen Song, it was Lord Beiting Huang who asked us to send it over!"
