The Princess Wei Yang

4

Punishing Mrs. Liu

Zhou Qing was a man who had the ability to see the broad picture compared to Mrs. Liu. He had never treated Li Wei Yang too wickedly because his principle was to leave himself a route to retreat for all types of situation. Consequently every time he returned home, Li Wei Yang would have several days of peace and tranquility.

Having finished cooking, she extinguished the fire. Li Wei Yang opened her eyes, which was blurry from the steam. After a while of contemplation, she gradually stood up. She was about to massage her tired limbs when a voice flew in from the doorway.

"You damn lass, you're being lazy again. Hurry up and clean up the kitchen! I'll come back later to see if you're still being lazy!"

Li Wei Yang slowly glanced over the young girl, standing at the door, with her arms on her hips, glaring at her. This young girl was only older than her by a year but was taller than her by a head. Her face was pretty but the sour attitude had ruined her natural beauty.

Zhou Lan Xiu was filled with jealousy as she stared fixedly at Li Wei Yang's delicate features. She scoffed inwardly then turned around and left. She instructed over her shoulders, "Remember to thoroughly clean the pots. Also, the floor should be cleared of puddles. The miscellaneous items on the stove should also be organized!"

Li Wei Yang stood in the tiny kitchen, her eyes on the girl's back then promptly grinned. Half an hour later, she finally finished cleaning the pots, hunched her back and began to clean the floor.

At this moment, Zhou Lan Xiu poked her head through the window and said, "It's not going to be clean if you do it like that. You have to kneel down and clean! How can you not know! Oh and the water tank is empty. After you finish, fill up the water tank. Did you hear me?"

Li Wei Yang wiped off the perspiration on her forehead and chin. Then she continued on with the chores.

It had always been like this. As the daughter of a farmer family, Zhou Lan Xiu had to work as well but she would constantly think of ways to dump all the chores onto Wei Yang. Afterwards she would claim all the credits for the housework. She would go out and proclaim how busy and tired she was too, claiming that she had to take care of the spoiled xiaojie who didn't know how to do anything. Not only that, every day when it was time for Wei Yang to eat, all that was left were two cold buns and a little bit of soup. Before, Li Wei Yang would cry while she worked but now, she didn't care about anything. Despite how exhausting the chores were, she could still endure it.

At night, Zhou Qing didn't stay home for dinner. He was invited for dinner by the village head. A groundskeeper like him was plenty a dime at the Li's in Ping Cheng but in this small village, he was a highly regarded person.

Li Wei Yang knew that Zhou Qing had an amazing tolerance for alcohol. Each time he would drink until midnight before coming home, thus giving her a very good opportunity. She calculated the time, waiting until it was peaceful at midnight. She silently picked up the red fabric that she had purposely kept hidden when she was doing the laundry earlier in the day. Standing up, she opened the doors and walked up next to the fence. She hooked the red fabric onto the fence and stared at it for a long time, softly chuckled and quickly returned to her room.

In the middle of the night, there was the abrupt sound of the front gates being opened. Li Wei Yang strained her ears and listened attentively. There was the sound of commotion and then she pretended she didn't hear anything.

Right at this moment, a drunken Zhou Qing returned and saw in his chamber was the tall and broad silhouette of a man. He turned grim and immediately awakened from the drunken stupor. He went to retrieve a knife and with a bam, kicked open the door.