From far away, He Heng saw a procession in the garden. But it was far away and he didn't recognize everyone. He couldn't clearly see the woman walking at the front, but judging from her mannerisms, she was unfamiliar.
"Ming He, who do you see in front?" Having just come down from court, he wasn't in the mood to coax these women. As the words left his mouth, he stopped walking, his expression slightly irritated.
"Wang ye, this one sees that it seems to be Feng ce fei and Jiang ce fei's entourage," Ming He widened his eyes and then quickly lowered his head. He might be a taijian, but he didn't dare to stare directly at his mistress' women.
"Then who is walking at the front?" He Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman at the front, "She doesn't look familiar."
Ming He raised his head to look again. The woman walking at the front had an extraordinary presence. He didn't know what kind of flower was embroidered on her wide-sleeved gown. She looked very beautiful. But he really couldn't recognize who this person was. He hesitated for a beat before opening: "Is it wang fei?"
Even Ming He himself didn't believe the words. But of the women in the fu, other than wang fei, who else could walk in front of ce fei?
Hearing Ming He mention wang fei, He Heng thought of that gentle and soft woman. Her father was the Duke of Chang De, her uncle was the Marquis of Xiang Qing and he was also the Vice-Minister of the Judicial Office. Her birth was not ordinary, but she was raised to have that kind of personality. No wonder when mufei had chosen Qu shi, no one had interfered.
From afar, Qu Qing Ju saw the Duan Wang that the original owner of the body revered in her memories. He looked to be just over twenty, tall and straight, wearing a white brocade robe with black edges, a white jade crown on his face. With one glance, he gave off the feeling of a dragon among men. When she came closer, she saw a faint smile on Duan Wang's face, but there wasn't a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Slightly curtsying, Qu Qing Ju smiled and asked: "Wang ye has finished court, do you want to eat?"
"Wang fei's body has recovered?" He Heng's gaze landed on that white and smooth wrist. The red bloodstone made that wrist seem as though it could be broken with a single blow.
"Thanks to wang ye's good fortune," Qu Qing Ju gave a false smile as she used a handkerchief to wipe at the barely visible sweat on her forehead, "It's just that my body is a bit weak. The taiyi had already ordered that it shouldn't be too nutritious. Who knew that the servants in the kitchen would disobey on the surface and send greasy and nutritious things. I was so angry that I punished them with a few planks."
Jiang Yong Yu heard wang fei mention this matter to wang ye and couldn't help but look at wang ye. However, she saw that the other's expression was calm. It was clear that he didn't care about this matter.
He Heng really didn't care about this kind of small matter. He was just slightly surprised that wang fei would do something like punishing people. He didn't have any good feelings towards wang fei, but it wasn't to the point where he would hit her face in this kind of situation: "It wouldn't be a pity to expel a servant that isn't loyal to his mistress."
"Your Highness's understanding is qie's great fortune." Wang ye's personality was as she had guessed, a man who could endure and had ambition. She looked down and no longer smiled at wang ye. In her previous life, she had been a successful manager. What type of man hadn't she seen. This wang ye wasn't a peerless beauty, she didn't care for him that much.
He Heng saw that the other didn't seem to have any intentions of speaking and turned to look at his other women. He saw that Feng shi had a smile on her face, but there was still some unspeakable grievance. He looked at wang fei and saw her head was slightly bowed. In the end, he only nodded: "Your body is better, it's good to walk outside." Finishing, he left the group of women behind and returned to the study.
After He Heng left, Qu Qing Ju turned to look at Feng Zi Jin. Her phoenix eyes narrowed as she reached out with her right hand to raise her smooth chin. In a voice so gentle that it almost came out of water, she said: "Feng ce fei's face, it really makes one fall in love the more they look at it." Finishing, her thumb brushed across her face until she felt Feng ce fei shiver. She smiled and took back her hand. She used a handkerchief to wipe her thumb and forefinger, "Alright, I'm tired. You all should go back." Finishing, she held Jin Zhan's hand and turned to walk.
Feng Zi Jin looked at the handkerchief that wang fei had thrown on the ground after two or three steps. Her face, which was usually able to maintain a smile, turned green. This was a great humiliation. What made her even more angry was that she had seen terror in Qu Qing Ju's eyes. What was she, Qu Qing Ju, dull and dull. She dared to treat her like this?!
At this time, she felt that the other three beside her were laughing at her. She swept a glance at them and scolded with a dark face: "What are you looking at, get out!"
The two shiqie hurriedly bowed and retreated. It was Jiang Yong Yu, who was also a ce fei, who slowly opened her mouth: "Meimei, return to your rooms early. I will leave first." Finishing, she didn't look at Feng Zi Jin's expression and turned to leave.
"Qu Qing Ju!" Feng Zi Jin's face was dark as she crushed the handkerchief on the ground a few times before returning to Xi Yuan with a belly full of anger.
"Wang fei, what you did today is a big slap to Feng ce fei's face." Jin Zhan was both relieved and worried, "If wang ye knew, he would hold you accountable … …"
"Don't worry," Qu Qing Ju smiled lightly, her gaze looking in the direction of the study, "Wang ye isn't a mediocre person." This kind of man, he wouldn't care about these small matters. As long as she, as wang fei, didn't harm Duan Wang's interests, Duan Wang would respect her, as wang fei.
Chang De Gong Fu didn't like her, but her jiujiu was a marquis and a marquis. Jiumu's father was the Minister of War. Both of them didn't have daughters, only two sons. They took good care of her niece. If it wasn't for these two, how could the original have protected her niangqin's dowry?
Duan Wang might not need to rely on wang fei to do things, but what was certain was that he wouldn't get into conflict with these people for favoring a qie over a wife. Right now, all the imperial sons were starting to move. Duan Wang wasn't a person without ambition.
She wasn't a person that liked to be wronged. If she really had to live the rest of her life in oppression, she might as well jump into the pond right now. As to what would happen to her if Duan Wang really obtained the throne, she was too lazy to think that much. Who could predict what would happen in the future. Even if she was virtuous and virtuous, this Duan Wang might not like her very much.
Jin Zhan didn't understand the meaning of wang fei's words. But if wang fei didn't explain, she didn't dare to ask. She, Mu Jin and the others, carefully served wang fei back to zhengyuan. They saw the kitchen steward waiting for them.
When the kitchen steward saw them, he came forward to make a full bow, begging for forgiveness.
They were really unlucky. In the past, it had always been like this for wang fei. Who knew that wang fei would act up today. If it was just that, it wouldn't have been so bad. But just now, even wang ye's personal attendant, Ming He gonggong, had come to scold them. The original steward had been demoted. He had originally been the vice steward. Now that he had picked up a loophole, he became the head steward. But he didn't dare to be careless. He had come early to zhengyuan to beg for forgiveness.
Qu Qing Ju looked at this steward. He wasn't tall, had a simple and honest appearance, and looked very honest. But to be able to become a steward in this wang fu, how could he be an honest person? She was too lazy to listen to the nonsense of begging for forgiveness. She said: "What happens to the kitchen, I don't care. But in the future, if I find that you aren't doing your best, you don't even need to kneel here."
The steward nodded his head and presented a menu, saying that he wanted wang fei to order the food for today and tomorrow morning.
"In the past, you said that it would be according to the allotment, so you could order the food." Qu Qing Ju didn't take the menu, only looking with a faint smile at the steward.
Hearing this, the steward immediately said: "It must be that the boy who passed the message made a mistake. Wang fei's food has to be according to the allotment, but it can be ordered according to the allotment." Finishing, he scolded the messenger for being muddle-headed and passing on the wrong message and so on.
Qu Qing Ju was too lazy to listen to this nonsense. She said: "Fine, I know you are doing your best. Yin Liu, bring up the menu."
Once the menu was in her hands, she saw that there were all kinds of dishes on it. She ordered some dishes that she liked to eat before opening: "I don't like to eat greasy things in the morning. The people of the kitchen can cook as you see fit. If it is to my liking, there will naturally be rewards."
The steward silently complained. Who knew which things suited this wang fei's appetite, but his mouth kept on saying that wang fei was magnanimous and so on.
After sending away the steward of the kitchen, Yin Liu massaged Qu Qing Ju's shoulders. She thought hatefully: "This group of dogs that bully the weak and fear the strong.
Yin Liu had good control of her strength. Qu Qing Ju comfortably leaned on the chaise. Hearing Yin Liu's words, she smiled and said: "All the people in this world are just so. A little steward isn't worth getting angry over."
Mu Jin came in with a cup of date honey tea. Hearing wang fei's words, she smiled and said in a low voice: "Wang fei is right. Nubi thinks that from now on, in this houyuan, there won't be any servants that only obey on the surface but oppose on the inside."
Hearing this, Qu Qing Ju opened her eyes and sighed: "In the past, I always thought of people as good. But today, I feel that good for good, evil for evil is the only way to gain a foothold in the Imperial House."
Mu Jin smiled. She put the teacup in her hand on the round mahogany table and covered Qu Qing Ju with a thin blanket: "It is good that wang fei can think this way." Of the first-rank yahuan, she was the oldest. When furen had bought her into the fu, xiaojie hadn't been more than one year old. Now that xiaojie had become wang fei, she was over twenty. She had said a long time ago that she wasn't willing to marry. Guarding wang fei was all she wanted. For wang fei to have such a change, it was for the best.
Qu Qing Ju looked at Mu Jin. She suddenly thought of Mu Jin Hua's words of warmth and persistence. This name was perfect for the woman in front of her. It was a great fortune that the previous self had such a yahuan that wholeheartedly cared for her.
Closing her eyes, Qu Qing Ju didn't look at the sincere concern in the other's eyes, "Mu Jin's intentions, I understand."
The rims of Mu Jin's eyes reddened. She smiled and said: "Wang fei's words are embarrassing nubi." Finishing, she covered her face and walked out.
In the wang fu's study, He Heng closed a secret letter and immersed it in a basin of water before saying to Ming He: "Don't bother with the matters in the South. Da ge and san di are fighting fiercely. It's better for me to watch."
Ming He nodded. He looked at the letter that had been blotted out in the basin and turned to say: "Wang ye, the people in the kitchen have already been beaten. The new steward is smart and has already gone to zhengyuan to ask for forgiveness."
He Heng nodded. He didn't really care about the matter and only said: "Qu shi is ben wang's di wife. She can't lose the dignity that she deserves." Thinking about Qu shi's grand and plain attire that was contrary to the past, his eyebrows moved, "As to how wang fei will conduct herself in the future, we'll wait and see."
Ming He silently nodded. This was a matter between his mistress and mistress. As a servant, he naturally couldn't say much. But he felt that today's wang fei was very different from the past. It wasn't just her attire, even her eyes had changed. As the chief steward of the fu, he had seen wang fei many times. He always felt that wang fei had changed from an unremarkable grey-furred rabbit to … … a vicious female fox?
Realizing that he was presumptuously guessing his mistress, Ming He buried his head even lower. Amitabha, he deserved to be beaten, he deserved to be beaten.
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