The 101st Butler
Song Yuan looked at the butler with some suspicion, wondering if he was indeed the one responsible. He nodded and said: "I also want to get to the bottom of this matter, so let's have someone search the butler's room thoroughly, not a single corner can be left unchecked."
A group of servants went down and everyone fell into anxious waiting again.
Song Lingyu had been paying attention to the expressions of Madame and Guan's housekeeper during the waiting process, and from time to time, the two people would exchange eye contact. In the end, Madame seemed to be so nervous that her nerves were tense, and her expression gradually became somewhat uneasy.
After a period of about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the servants finally returned. The leader held several keys in his hand: "Master, these are all the keys we received from the housekeeper's room."
Song Yuan took it and looked at it. His eyes fell on the key to the armory among the many keys. He stared at the butler in disbelief. "You..."
He couldn't have imagined that this was the work of the housekeeper. The housekeeper had been in this household for many years, always loyal and faithful without complaint or regret, but he really couldn't figure out why this was happening.
Actually, he was right, there was no need for the housekeeper to do such a thing. He just missed one detail, that is, everyone will slowly get old.
When people get old and can't move, they naturally think more. The Song family is big and wealthy, so Song Yuan wouldn't think of this. But the steward is different, he's just a servant, so he has to plan for his future life. If he doesn't take advantage now, when he gets old and can't work, maybe he'll have to go begging on the streets.
The butler's mistake was that he was too loyal, he had never done anything to betray the Song family in his life, so he planned to return the weapon without leaving any clues later and left this key behind. However, he did not expect that this key would become an important evidence of the exposure of the matter.
At this time, the madam had completely lost her mind. If she had been tightly strung before, now that string had snapped into two segments. She was now completely out of control.
It wasn't until now that Song Yishan remembered that on the second day after Song Yuan handed over the key to him, the housekeeper came to his room. At that time, the housekeeper said he wanted to go and count the number of weapons, and asked Song Yishan for the key. Song Yishan had a sword wound on his body at the time and was not convenient to move around. He thought again that originally it was always the housekeeper who took care of the armory, so he didn't have much doubt. Who would have thought that it was precisely because of this key that such a great disaster was brought upon himself!
The housekeeper saw Song Yuan looking at himself, he took another look at the big madam and thought: things have already been exposed, he will definitely be driven out of the Song Mansion, having taken the money, he can't not do things thoroughly, so he'll take everything on.
The housekeeper stepped forward a few steps and knelt down in front of Song Yuan, saying: "Master, it's my fault, all my fault. I'm sorry to Master, even more sorry to Second Young Master."
As soon as the words came out, Madame's heart felt a little relieved, and her legs were already somewhat weak. Song Lingluo subtly supported Madame on one side, while she herself fell to the ground.
Song Lingyu looked at the butler with a look of watching a good show, able to achieve this level, it's really not easy.
Song Yuan looked at the housekeeper and asked: "Why did you want to do this?"
The housekeeper trembled as he knelt on the ground and said: "Because originally the armory was under my management, but now Master has handed it over to Second Young Master, I, I thought..."
After listening to Guan's explanation, Song Yuan had completely understood and looked at Song Yishan who was still kneeling upright, a hint of guilt arose in his heart.
