Feng ce fei was arrogant and despotic. She had broken the eight treasures glass lamp that wang ye had gifted to wang fei. That night, the news spread through the entire wang fu. Those that hated Feng ce fei clapped their hands in glee inside, waiting for her misfortune.
Who knew that on the second day, there was no movement in zhengyuan. Wang fei didn't even send any words of reprimand. Some of the servants that had been humiliated by Feng Zi Jin were slightly disappointed. Was the matter going to pass like this?
After another two days, the rumors in the fu had started to calm down. But at this time, the Feng Family came. Feng ce fei's father was a third-grade assistant minister of the Ministry of Works. This rank wasn't a high official in Jing City. Even more, it was just the Ministry of Works, not an important department like the Ministry of Revenue or the Ministry of Rites.
Before the Feng Family's invitation could reach zhengyuan, it was intercepted by wang ye's people. They only said that the fu temporarily didn't receive guests. So the Feng Family's people didn't even get to see wang ye or wang fei. They weren't even able to leave behind anything before they were chased out.
The fu became lively again. Wang ye didn't give the Feng Family any face, did it mean that he was extremely dissatisfied with Feng ce fei? Before anyone could react, Feng ce fei was moved to a small yard in the west corner of the wang fu. Her expenses were halved. Even though she was still called ce fei, but her expenses were no different from a shiqie. Immediately after, the news spread that wang ye was going to make Feng ce fei a shiqie.
The title of ce fei was just a pleasing one. To put it crudely, it was just a yiniang of a better birth. Of wang ye's women, other than wang fei, there was no one else that could enter the genealogy of the Imperial Family. Today, wang ye could make the servants call you ce fei. Tomorrow, he could make the servants call someone else ce fei. No matter how noble this ce shi was, it couldn't compare to the zhengfu by half a hand.
In zhengyuan, Qu Qing Ju looked at the box that He Heng personally held out. She looked suspiciously at He Heng: "What good thing is wang ye putting in this box, to be so mysterious, isn't it just to play with qie?"
He Heng pointed at the door and windows. He ordered the servants: "Close the door and windows, make the room darker."
Because of the winter weather, the room was darker than other seasons. Once the door and windows were closed, the room instantly darkened and people weren't used to it.
"Open it and see," He Heng smiled as he looked at Qu Qing Ju, motioning for her to open the box.
Qu Qing Ju raised an eyebrow at He Heng and smiled. Her index finger lightly rubbed the lid a few times. Under He Heng's expectant gaze, she opened the box. The moment the box opened, a soft light came out of the box, instantly brightening the entire room.
Her fingers slightly paused, Qu Qing Ju's eyes slightly widened. Inside the box was a mutton-fat jade lamp. The base of the lamp was carved in the shape of a Qing Luan spreading its wings. The Qing Luan held a lotus in its mouth. The stamen of the lotus and the wings of the Qing Luan gave off a gentle light.
Qu Qing Ju looked in disbelief at this lamp. The thing the size of an infant's fist was a night pearl? And those thumb-sized pearls inlaid on the wings, were they also night pearls? Also, this lampstand was obviously carved out of a whole piece of jade. How big of a piece of jade would it take to make such a finished product? This lotus flower was not small, and its weight almost exceeded the lamp holder. How did it maintain its balance with the lamp holder?
Even though the light of the night pearl was gentle, Qu Qing Ju could see the light of a nouveau riche on this lamp. The wisdom of the ancient people was limitless. In this instant, a certain country bumpkin from the modern era was kneeling in front of the great civilization.
The previous glass lamps might have been exquisitely made, but Qu Qing Ju, who was used to seeing all kinds of glass products in the modern era, wasn't at a level where she would gasp in amazement. Today, when this night pearl lamp appeared, Qu Qing Ju could only worship.
Seeing Qu Qing Ju's shocked expression, He Heng smiled and said: "This lamp was bestowed by fuhuang two years ago when I moved out of the palace to build a fu. Supposedly, it was made by a famous craftsman a hundred years ago. Even though it isn't as pretty as the light of the moon and stars, but I see that the carving of this jade lamp isn't bad. It will be very suitable for you to use when you sleep. "
The servants in the room were dumbstruck. The night pearl was already a precious and extraordinary item. This lamp was even more priceless. Wang ye really valued wang fei.
"In the legends, the Qing Luan is the bird that announces good fortune by the side of the Queen Mother of the West. It is also said that the Qing Luan is deeply in love, and only seeks a lover in its life," Qu Qing Ju's face seemed especially gentle under the light, her eyes seemed to be dyed with the light of the night pearl, "To have met wang ye, it is qie's greatest fortune."
He Heng slightly lowered his head, not looking at the eyes that were glowing. He warmly opened: "It's just a dead object. As long as Qing Ju likes it, it is its greatest merit."
Caressing the warm wings of the Qing Luan, Qu Qing Ju's fingers lingered on the night pearl embedded in the wings, "Wang ye's good intentions, qie appreciates it. But such a valuable item … …"
"No matter how valuable it is, it can't compare to Qing Ju's position in my heart," He Heng reached out to hold her hand, "Don't think too much, just like it."
Putting the Qing Luan Lotus Holding the Jade Lamp back into the box, the room once again became dark. He Heng saw that Qu Qing Ju seemed to be staring dazedly at him and his grip tightened.
The servants opened the doors and windows. The room lit up. He Heng released Qu Qing Ju's hand, "Before this, the palace had sent a decree. I have to enter the palace in a little while and return late. You don't have to wait for me to sleep early."
"Alright," Qu Qing Ju smiled and nodded. She stood and carefully put the box to one side, "If that's the case, then prepare early in case fuhuang is unhappy if you are late."
He Heng nodded and gripped Qu Qing Ju's hand again before leading his people out of zhengyuan.
Qu Qing Ju watched as his figure disappeared at the door. Her expression was calm as she sat back on the chaise, "Mu Jin, put this lamp in my bedroom. Be careful, don't knock it." No matter what He Heng's intentions were, since she liked this lamp, then it should be placed in a pleasing place.
As the room of the mistress of the wang fu, it wasn't a place that just anyone could enter. Mu Jin nodded and carefully carried the box into the room, afraid of knocking it.
A short while later, Qu Qing Ju hadn't even finished a cup of hot tea when she saw Huang Yang rush in, "Wang fei, Feng ce fei is kneeling outside the yard to beg for forgiveness."
Qu Qing Ju raised an eyebrow: "She came to beg for forgiveness?" After a moment, she asked, "Has wang ye left the fu?"
"Just left the fu," Huang Yang thought, "Feng ce fei's clothing was simple. She said she was sincerely repentant and begged wang fei to forgive her."
"A good show is starting, but the main character isn't in the fu," Qu Qing Ju snorted. She stood, declaring, "I want to see how sincerely she repents."
Putting on a fox fur cloak, Qu Qing Ju led many people of all sizes to the gates of the yard. She saw Feng Zi Jin, dressed in blue, and with a little yahuan, kneeling at the gates. Maybe it was because the clothing wasn't thick enough, her face was slightly green. Seeing her come out, Feng Zi Jin's green face became slightly regretful. She heavily kowtowed, "Nu was ignorant and made a great mistake. Wang fei, please forgive me."
"What is Feng ce fei doing?" Qu Qing Ju walked to the stone steps in front of the door and calmly looked at Feng Zi Jin's state, "I haven't done anything to Feng ce fei. What is the meaning of your actions?"
"Wang fei, please forgive me. In the past, nu was rude, nu didn't know when to retreat," Feng Zi Jin kowtowed a few more times and knelt in front of Qu Qing Ju, "Please, wang fei, please persuade wang ye, don't demote nu, please, wang fei, put in a good word for nu."
Qu Qing Ju finally saw that in just a few days, Feng Zi Jin had become much more haggard. Her eyes were still bloodshot. There was no trace of the bright and arrogant look from a few days ago. In the past, this person had always been high up. Had she ever thought there would be a day like this?
However, He Heng wanted to demote ce fei to yiniang. Was this telling the entire fu that in this wang fu, other than him, the wang ye, only she, as a wang fei, was the mistress of this wang fu?
She had long known that He Heng was a rational and intelligent person. But since he could make such a clear-cut decision and purposefully let Feng Zi Jin know, wasn't it because he wanted this scene to happen?
That man wanted to let her vent her anger, and also let the people of Jing know how much he, Duan Wang, respected his di wife, and how upright his character was? Duan being this person's title, on the surface, it really was the most suitable.
Lowering her eyes to look at the person continuously kowtowing to her, Qu Qing Ju slowly opened her mouth to ask: "Feng shi, who do you think I am?"
Feng Zi Jin stilled and stopped her kowtow. She raised her head to look dazedly at this woman that she had never placed in her eyes.
"I am the mistress of Duan Wang Fu, wang ye's di wife," Qu Qing Ju bent down and raised a hand to lift Feng Zi Jin's chin, "But why do you always forget this fact?"
Feng Zi Jin's eyes widened. She remembered that Qu Qing Ju had once humiliated her by lifting her chin. At that time, she had felt angry and humiliated. But now, she felt a chill spread through her entire body. The woman in front of her wasn't a harmless white rabbit, she was a seductive vixen, a vicious snake or scorpion.
Looking in satisfaction at Feng Zi Jin start to tremble, Qu Qing Ju gave a light laugh. She slowly stood and used a handkerchief to slowly wipe her fingers, one by one, "I remember when I was seriously ill, I vaguely heard you say outside, it's so annoying to die but not die."
Feng Zi Jin trembled even more violently, even her teeth started to chatter.
"I, the person who couldn't do as you wished, how can I bear your pleas?" The smile at the corner of Qu Qing Ju's mouth was so gentle that water could be squeezed out. She raised her voice, "Feng ce fei, what are you doing? It's cooler on the ground. No matter what, wang ye will make his own decisions. You acting like this is very difficult for me."
"Lowly … …" Feng Zi Jin's terror reached a peak and turned to anger. Before she could start scolding, Yin Liu covered her mouth.
"That's right, I forgot that the Feng Clan also has some prestige. I'm sure the family rules are very strict. I wonder if your other cousins are as straightforward as you?"
Feng Zi Jin instantly stilled and collapsed weakly to the ground. She looked dazedly at the smiling Qu Qing Ju, murmuring in a low voice: "You want to threaten me?"
Hearing this, Qu Qing Ju used the handkerchief to cover the corner of her mouth as she laughed lightly: "Feng ce fei, don't joke around. The most important thing for us, the women of the inner compound, is our reputation. We don't care much about what happens outside, it's embarrassing."
Feng Zi Jin's mouth opened but she couldn't speak. She didn't understand. She was clearly the most favored ce fei, how did she end up like this?
Didn't wang ye not like wang fei? How did it become like this?
Smiling faintly as she watched Feng Zi Jin being supported away, the smile on Qu Qing Ju's lips gradually dissipated. She looked coldly at her back without any warmth.
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