Dylan Summers was furious, "That youngest brother! I thought he had turned over a new leaf, but he's still up to his old tricks!"
The housekeeper advised, "It's just a suggestion, it's all old feudal superstition anyway. Don't mind me, maybe the fourth young master just heard about this rumor and thought it was interesting, so he planted them."
As a housekeeper, not only did he need to report every detail of the household affairs to his employer, but he also had to avoid offending anyone.
Dylan Summers was still very angry, "It's such bad luck! Feudal superstitions might not always be accurate, but you never know if guests attending the spring banquet might be familiar with this, and then we'd be the butt of jokes for no reason!"
Some things, you may not believe, but you can't not understand!
Dylan Summers ordered, "Chop them all down! Don't leave a single one!"
The housekeeper agreed.