Chapter 37
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"He got into a fight! That damned little slut! When she saw this servant carrying something, she deliberately tripped this servant. I was in a hurry and didn't look where I was going. The noodles I made for Young Master, his favorite, were all spilled on the ground. "
Double Happiness ordered the little eunuch to bring in the food.
More than a dozen plates of food filled the table.
After they were set, Double Happiness waved her hand to let them go.
"Your Highness, where is Young Master?"
"He went to take a bath. Tell me, who tripped you? "
"I haven't been in the palace for long. The servants in the palace know that you are from the Phoenix Perch Palace just by looking at your clothes. Who has the guts to trip you?"
"If it was someone else, of course they wouldn't have the guts. Your Highness, that Ju Yan is the maid of Zhangsun Wuyue."
"The daughter of Zhangsun Wuchi, the minister of the Ministry of Rites?"
"Yes, Your Highness, it's her! That little bitch pushed you into the water that day! I didn't expect that she would also come to the palace. Although I didn't see Zhangsun Wuyue, that little girl Ju Yan's arrogance is exactly the same as that of her family's miss. "
Double Happiness cursed angrily.
Shen Yueji understood. It turned out that her master was pushed into the water by the daughter of the Zhangsun family. She was so focused on entering the palace that she forgot to ask about this.
She couldn't help but smile. "You've always been unwilling to suffer losses. The status of the Zhangsun family is much lower than that of our Shen family. How did you repay her?"
"I slapped her more than a dozen times, making her lie on the ground and unable to get up. I also kicked her more than a dozen times. Not only that, I also picked up the dusty noodles on the ground and put them all on her head to make a new hairstyle for her. "
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"Your Highness, you were afraid of the daughter of the Zhangsun Family because she could help you come up with a plan to attract the Regent's attention. However, none of the ideas she came up with were not good …"
Some of the memories of the original owner were fragmented, and Shen Yueji more or less knew some.
For example, Zhangsun Wuyue was getting closer and closer to the original owner because of the Regent.
The original owner had fallen in love with Mo Wushang and had gone crazy. Zhangsun Wuyue had taken advantage of this opportunity to give the original owner countless rotten ideas. This had implicated the entire General Residence and caused them to lose face because of the original owner.
The original owner was indeed afraid of Zhangsun Wuyue, afraid of offending her, afraid that she would no longer give her advice.
She was afraid that she would never be able to obtain Mo Wushang's favor in this lifetime.
"What are you testing me for? Are you testing me to see if I'm still the same as before? If that Zhangsun Wuyue comes looking for you, will I let her find trouble with you and ignore her? "
Shuang Xi felt wronged. "Your Highness, when we were in the mansion before, that Zhangsun Wuyue always found trouble with me. Although Your Highness is on my side and every time something happens, you let me hide and not show my face, but this time in the palace, if she comes looking for trouble with me again …" "Don't worry, I will protect you. It was her maid who bullied you first, and you were defending yourself. Even if the villain complained first, there is no need to be so shameless."
"Your Highness, have you finally thought it through? You want to shed all pretense of cordiality with the daughter of the Zhangsun family?!"
"Zhangsun Wuyue suddenly approached me for no reason. Afterwards, when I provoked the Prince Regent's disdain, she went to the Prince Regent and put in a good word for me. Double Happiness, do you think this Zhangsun Wuyue is interested in the Prince Regent?"
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