On the way back, Lian Qiao tried to restrain herself, but in the end, she could not help but ask, "Why did Miss give the plum blossoms away? In any case, it was bought with silver. If you wanted to give it away, you should have left one in the room. Why did you just give it to a stranger?"
"Lian Qiao, when did you know that I like plum blossoms?"
"This …. Miss doesn't really like it. " Lian Qiao shook her head. When Furen was alive, her Miss still liked flowers and grass. Ever since Furen passed away, her Miss's daily life had been very difficult. She was no longer in the mood for romance.
"Since you don't like it, what's the use of keeping it?" Jiang Ruan said indifferently, "Why not do a favor at little cost and give it to someone else?"
"But this favor is also done with silver," Lian Qiao was anxious and her words became nimble, "That old man is not related to us. What's in it for us to give it to him?"
Jiang Ruan walked forward unhurriedly and said, "Of course there's a benefit. Everything in the world has a price. Today, I gave him a few red plums. In the future, the price he will have to pay will be much higher than the red plums. It's just that it's not visible yet. "
These words were unclear. Lian Qiao did not understand. Bai Zhi followed behind in silence. Both of them were very confused. Bai Zhi said, "Miss means that you will still see the old man in the future? But today, the red plum blossoms were bought in passing. If Miss already had an idea, how could you have predicted that the old man would appear and argue with someone? "
"I'm not a deity. How can I predict the future?" Jiang Ruan said indifferently. Her tone was very light, but Bai Zhi and Lian Qiao felt that there was an inexplicable coldness in her voice, which gave them goosebumps.
When they finally returned to the residence without a hitch, they saw from afar a servant girl dressed in a green lined jacket. Her lips were smeared with bright red rouge. When she saw Jiang Ruan and the other two, she immediately cried out in an exaggerated manner, "Aiya, my Miss, the weather is so cold and the ground is frozen, and your body is still ill. Why did you come out? Where did you go? I searched the entire residence but couldn't find you. "
"Chun Ying," Lian Qiao put her hands on her hips and immediately replied, "Why are you shouting in broad daylight? Don't tell me that a lady needs to inform you before she goes somewhere?"
"I'm just worried about Miss. Miss has just recovered from her illness, and now it's the end of the year. What if something happens to her?" Chun Ying wasn't a kind person either, and her tone was quite sarcastic.
Baizhi frowned, "You know that Miss hasn't recovered yet. Why are you making such a loud noise? You're making Miss have a headache."
Chun Ying pursed her lips and looked towards Jiang Ruan as she said, "Miss, this servant has good intentions. Currently, Miss is still ill, so it's better for you to not walk around and not give the people outside a chance to make thoughtless remarks."
Jiang Ruan looked at her quietly. Chun Ying and Qiu Yan were the same, both of them were the head maidservants of the imperial residence. Normally, their status in the imperial residence was also extremely high. Throughout the year, Qiu Yan was busy with matters outside the residence and had very few opportunities to meet with Jiang Ruan. On the other hand, Chun Ying was in charge of matters inside the residence and had a close relationship with Zhang Lan's family. Usually, she flattered Zhang Lan and often tripped up Jiang Ruan. Probably because she had received instructions from her superiors, Chun Ying did not have the slightest bit of respect in front of Jiang Ruan. She did not put Jiang Ruan in her eyes in the slightest, and she was even less respectful towards Jiang Ruan than she was towards Zhang Lan's family.
Jiang Ruan remembered this Chun Ying very clearly. In her previous life, the rumors of her seducing Chen Zhao had spread very quickly, and Chun Ying had added fuel to the fire. She talked about it to the servants as if she had seen it with her own eyes. Because of this, the rumors had spread so quickly, and she had been destroyed so early.
Chun Ying saw that Jiang Ruan had not said anything for a long time and looked towards her with some surprise. She met Jiang Ruan's gaze on her. That gaze was gentle, but inexplicably frightening, as if she was sizing up a toy that was about to be destroyed, indifferent and regretful.
"Miss?" Chun Ying frowned.
"Who's the one making irresponsible remarks?" Jiang Ruan looked at her and suddenly curled her lips into a gentle smile. Her smile was extremely slow, and the corners of her eyes lifted frivolously. It was as if she had become another person, and immediately, she appeared to be lively and fragrant. Chun Ying was only a woman, but that seductive charm had unexpectedly seduced her, and for a moment, she was unable to speak.
"The one making irresponsible remarks, it can't be you, right?" The second half of Jiang Ruan's words pulled Chun Ying back from her thoughts. She stared blankly and subconsciously shook her head, "Naturally, it's not this servant."
"Dogs are raised to bite outsiders, not to bite one's own people. If a dog is raised to make a ruckus when it sees one's own people, do you know what the outcome will be?" Jiang Ruan asked her.
Chun Ying shook her head.
"Naturally, it will be cooked into a delicious delicacy." Jiang Ruan said softly. The words' delicious delicacy 'were spoken very slowly. Chun Ying stared at her in a daze. She only felt that this Jiang Ruan's fair skin was somewhat deathly pale under the sunlight, and her delicate and beautiful face also had some indescribable misery. Unconsciously, she took two steps back, "Miss, Miss, Lan momo is still waiting in the room."
Both Bai Zhi and Lian Qiao's expressions changed. A servant actually dared to use the two words' waiting '. There was really no sense of seniority. Zhang Lan's family's behaviour was too rampant. Normally, they would outwardly comply but inwardly oppose. On the surface, they would pretend that no one could find any fault with them, but in private, they were extremely harsh towards Jiang Ruan.
"Waiting for me?" Jiang Ruan slightly raised her head, "Then let's go, don't let Lan momo wait for too long." She stroked the toad-and-loop buttons on her dark-green cotton-padded jacket.
In the room, two people were sitting in front of the brazier. A twelve or thirteen year old girl was nestled in the middle-aged woman's embrace. Her tone was rather harsh, "This room is really cold, and there's even a smell. No wonder her body usually smells so bad."
"Fang 'er, don't talk nonsense," the woman reprimanded, "In any case, she is the mistress. Don't go overboard on normal days and let others have something to use against you." Although she was reprimanding, her tone was full of love.
The young girl sat up a little straighter. "What kind of master is she? Look at how poor she is. Even the master doesn't care about her anymore. I know what to do. Mother, look at this golden hairpin on my head. Is it pretty?" She tilted her head, revealing the golden hairpin inlaid with pearls and rice grains.
This young girl's facial features were ordinary, and her skin was slightly dark. She wore a brand new peach red silk jacket embroidered with peonies, a pinkish-purple horse-faced skirt, and a rouge-colored robe. On her waist, there was a long five-colored pearl necklace. In her hair, there was a gold hairpin, earrings with eight jewels, and a large gold necklace around her neck. Although she was only the daughter of a servant in the rural residence, her attire was comparable to that of many daughters of wealthy families.
"The quality is not bad, Fang 'er looks really good wearing it," Zhang Lan exclaimed in admiration.
Chen Fang smiled proudly and was about to say something when she heard a soft and gentle voice coming from outside, "Lan momo has been waiting in my room for so long. Is there something urgent?"
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