The cefei and shiqie hadn't thought that they would see such a violent and aesthetic play the moment they stepped into the zhengyuan. They looked with puzzlement at wang fei, and then at the servants who clearly were in extreme pain but didn't dare to show any twisted expression. What was going on?
But seeing wang fei walk towards the main room, the four didn't care if they were respectful or not, they followed. Only Feng ce fei, when she passed by the people who were being beaten, opened her mouth to call for the servants to help them back. But seeing that the servants standing around didn't move, her expression changed slightly and she didn't say anything more.
Yin Liu and Jin Zhan, who were leading the way, lowered their heads and opened the curtains for the four. From a distance, they saw Mu Jin and Yu Zan walk over with food boxes and stopped walking, waiting for the two to come closer. But looking at the two, they didn't seem to know what had happened. The four exchanged glances and then looked at the servants in the yard who were much more well-behaved. They lifted the curtains and entered the room.
The room had been cleaned. The smell of meat had been suppressed by the burning incense. But Qu Qing Ju didn't like the smell and couldn't resist looking at the Flying Crane Golden Beast.
Rui Xiang saw the situation and immediately went forward to extinguish the incense, changing it for a lighter one. Seeing wang fei's expression relax, she released a breath.
"It's wang fei's yahuan that is so intelligent. No wonder wang ye compliments your yahuan so well," Feng ce fei smiled faintly and bowed slightly to Qu Qing Ju. She was making fun of the fact that a few days ago, wang ye had taken one of Qu Qing Ju's yahuan as a tongfang. She dared to say such things because of wang ye's favor, but no one else dared to continue.
Who knew that after she finished, Qu Qing Ju didn't even look at her, as though she, a living person, didn't exist. The room instantly sank into an awkward silence.
Holding Shu Kui's hand, she sat down. Qu Qing Ju saw Mu Jin and Yu Zan come in with food boxes and said: "Put it all out."
When the food box was opened, all kinds of porridge and dishes were laid out. There was a bowl of lotus seed and lily porridge, a cup of Jade Treasure Eight Treasures Black-Boned Chicken Soup, and a few other side dishes and desserts were all delicate and light. Every dish was steaming, and one could tell at a glance how much effort was put into it.
"It seems that there are still people who can work in the main kitchen. Those who make these will be rewarded with five taels of silver," Qu Qing Ju picked up a porcelain spoon to taste a mouthful of porridge. She looked at Han Qing He standing at the side. This was a shiqie of the wang fu. Her status was low, but she knew how to be subservient. Even though she wasn't very favored, she wasn't unfavored.
"I heard wang ye say that you are very good at serving. Today, you will serve the food," The taste of the porridge wasn't bad. Qu Qing Ju felt that her mood had improved. Seeing that Han shi was dawdling and not angry, she asked with a thin smile, "What, Han shiqie isn't willing?"
"Nu doesn't dare," A thread of humiliation appeared on Han shi's face. But the person in front of her was wang fei. As a shiqie, it was natural for her to serve wang fei. Even if she wasn't willing, what could she do?
The other three looked in disbelief at Qu Qing Ju who had her head lowered to drink the porridge. Was wang fei crazy? Han shiqie wasn't very favored, but she was still an old person who had guided wang ye. She, an unfavored wang fei, how could she let Han shiqie serve her meals?
Not caring what the others thought, Qu Qing Ju stopped the shepherd's purse and pheasant slices that Han shi had picked up, "I don't like this dish. Remember not to pick this next time."
Han shi's expression changed slightly. Her hand holding the chopsticks tightened. In the end, she didn't turn hostile. She stiffly curtsied: "Wang fei, forgive me. Nu has served wang ye for a long time and thought that wang fei and wang ye both liked this dish. Nu was wrong."
Was she telling her that she was an old person by wang ye's side? Qu Qing Ju smiled but didn't speak. Her eyes moved to a plate of green bamboo and pork belly strips.
Sometimes, being speechless was the greatest embarrassment. Everyone present could see that wang fei didn't think much of Han shiqie at all. It was as though this woman in front of them was no different than the shiqie that held the curtains and served the dishes for the principal wife.
Qu Qing Ju ate the breakfast very slowly. Feng ce fei and the others stood until their legs were weak. But they didn't receive the order to be seated. They could only stand to one side and watch as Qu Qing Ju elegantly ordered Han shiqie to serve the dishes.
"Wang fei called us here today, is there something important?" Seeing Qu Qing Ju finally put down her chopsticks, ce fei Feng Zi Jin couldn't resist but she had a warm smile on her face, "Or is it that wang fei just called us here to chat?"
Taking the clear tea that Jin Zhan presented to her, she rinsed her mouth and used the sophora lemon water to wash her hands. Using a silk cloth to dry the water on her fingertips, Qu Qing Ju slowly looked at Feng Zi Jin: "In the past, I've heard that Feng ce fei's personality was as gentle as water. Today, I feel that the words are appropriate. Isn't the personality of boiling water this impatient?"
Cefei Jiang Yong Yu, who was standing to the right of Feng Zi Jin, heard this and buried her head even lower to hide the smile at the corner of her mouth. This Feng Zi Jin usually liked to put on a gentle appearance to attract the pity of wang ye, but wang fei had to say the opposite. It could be seen that wang fei wasn't a clay person. Looking at this wang fei who had just entered the household, she didn't seem to be a small character.
Being teased by Qu Qing Ju, Feng Zi Jin was angry but the smile on her face became even more gentle, "Wang fei must be joking. Nu doesn't deserve such praise. Wang fei's heart is open and pure. That's what nu envies."
"How ben wang fei is, the Emperor has stated clearly when he bestowed marriage," Qu Qing Ju smiled lightly, her eyes carelessly sweeping across Feng Zi Jin as though she was surprised that a little qie dared to comment on a proper wife, "The Emperor's golden words, the eyes of a dragon and the eyes of a phoenix, he naturally sees more clearly than anyone else in the world."
Feng Zi Jin's other words were blocked by this sentence. What could she say? The Emperor had personally chosen wang fei. She was just a little shiqie. Did she dare to say anything bad about the Emperor? Even wang ye didn't dare to say something like that.
Currently, there were four princes who had lived to adulthood, and the Emperor was already close to sixty years of age. Although the fight for the throne had not been brought to the surface, but in private, a storm was gradually rising. The princes naturally did not want to splash dirty water on themselves.
Wang fei dared to say such words, she was clearly using her power to pressure others. She clearly was relying on the fact that wang ye couldn't divorce her, the proper wife, to say such arrogant words.
Thinking about the words on the decree of marriage, what natural beauty, great virtue, the Emperor had said that Qu Qing Ju was of great virtue, who dared to say no?
Thinking about it, the smile on Feng Zi Jin's face froze. She made a curtsey towards the other: "Wang fei, forgive me, nu spoke indiscreetly."
"It doesn't matter what you say in front of me. Behind closed doors, everyone is a member of Duan Wang Fu. If you speak indiscreetly outside, it's a small matter if others say I don't know how to teach, but if you lose face for Duan Wang Fu, then it's not good," Qu Qing Ju sighed softly, "Theoretically, you are all elders of the fu, I shouldn't say more, but I just gave a few words of advice."
"Wang fei is concerned about nu, it is nu's honor, it's not for nothing." Jiang Yong Yu, who had been standing silently at the side, took a step forward and curtsied, "Nu might be an elder of the fu, but not as noble as wang fei, and not as knowledgeable. Wang fei's love for us has benefited nu greatly."
The other three hadn't thought that Luo Yin Xiu would put on such a low posture. Even though they looked down on her inside, they all showed expressions of agreement.
Feng Zi Jin looked at Jiang Yong Yu and thought disdainfully inside, as expected, she really wasn't of high birth. Such an unfavored wang fei was worth it for her to stick close to.
Taking in the expressions of the others, Qu Qing Ju propped her chin on one hand as she leaned against the carved chair, the index finger of her right hand lightly tapping the armrest of the chair. Of the four women in front of her, Feng Zi Jin's birth was the best. Her father was a third-grade assistant minister of the Ministry of Works. Jiang Yong Yu's father was only a sixth-grade supervisor of the Ministry of Works. As for the other two shiqie, their statuses were even lower. Han Qing He's father was only a little eighth-grade Promoted Prefect. It was only because he had taught Duan Wang that he was allowed to become a shiqie. The other shiqie of few words, Luo Yin Xiu, was also of average birth. Her father died early and she followed her mother to seek refuge with her uncle. Her uncle was only a seventh-grade official of the Office of Transmission.
In terms of appearance, Feng Zi Jin was the prettiest, Jiang Yong Yu second, Han Qing He was as delicate as her name suggested, and Luo Yin Xiu's appearance was as unremarkable as her personality.
The seemingly simple four women and a few tong fang that couldn't be seen in public were enough to make the original so ill that she couldn't get out of bed. It could be seen that it wasn't simple at all.
"It's good that you can listen," Qu Qing Ju stood. Holding Mu Jin's hand, she moved to walk outside. The four could only obediently follow to the yard. The yard had already been cleaned. No one would have thought that just an hour ago, someone had been punished here.
Narrowing her eyes to look at the sky, Qu Qing Ju turned to look at the four women: "The weather today isn't bad. Come for a walk with me. I've been sick for a long time and didn't have the time to be intimate with you. From today onwards, make it up to me."
In other fu, when the wife was sick, which concubine didn't come to pay respects? Only this concubine of Duan Wang Fu was especially daring. She only sent gifts but no one came to visit. The original could endure it, but she didn't have to.
Listening to wang fei's gentle tone and words of deep meaning, the usually timid Luo Yin Xiu couldn't help but tremble. She had originally wanted to pay respects every day, but Feng ce fei didn't move. As an unfavored shiqie, she didn't dare to say one more word or take one more step. Now that wang fei wanted to settle old debts, Feng ce fei had wang ye's favor and naturally would be fine. But what about someone like her who wasn't favored?
After Jiang Yong Yu heard the words, she first paused. Then she looked at Feng Zi Jin. She wasn't favored by wang ye, but because she understood the situation, her life in the wang fu wasn't bad. From the first time she saw wang fei today, she strangely felt that wang fei had gained some power. The woman walking in front still had the same appearance, but she didn't have the personality of a clay figurine. The servants that had been beaten in the morning were just wang fei killing chickens to warn the monkeys. Otherwise, there was no need to make such a grand scene.
Any son of an aristocratic family that wasn't dumb would give some face to the wife. Even more so, wang ye was such a wise person. In the past, wang fei's personality was soft and if she didn't care, naturally nothing would happen. Now that wang fei was going to care, the matter wouldn't be forgotten just because Feng Zi Jin was favored.
Wang fei might not be favored by her father and stepmother in her paternal family, but wang fei still had a capable maternal family. Wang ye wasn't a person without ambition and naturally knew how to respect this wife of his.
Looking sympathetically at Feng Zi Jin who was walking in front of her, Jiang Yong Yu moved her gaze away. She saw a procession of people walking over. Walking at the very front was the master of a fu, Duan Wang Fu.
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