When Yan Cheng woke up, it was morning and the sun climbed above the treetops. The rustling sound of maids clearing the snow could be heard from the yard, accompanied by the occasional noise of the wind.
Yingbi opened the curtains and walked in with clothes in her arms and she saw Yan Cheng woke up. With a smile on her face, she hurriedly put down the clothes and ran towards Yan Cheng to pour him a glass of water.
"Second Master, you are awake, and we are anxious to death."
Yingbi carefully folded the sleeve of his left arm, exposing the gauze-wrapped area.
Yan Cheng took the teacup from her hand and drank it. He looked around the room but did not see Song Jinshu.
So he asked, "Where is my wife?"
When Yingbi heard this, unnoticeable jealousy and viciousness crept up her face. She turned her back and pretended to put a cup back, avoiding Yan Cheng from seeing her unsightly face.
"I saw that the second master's clothes were a little dirty, so I asked the young master to wash them. He hasn't come back yet, I'm afraid of him being lazy again."
"What did you say?"
Yan Cheng suddenly lifted the quilt and put on his shoes, and he was about to walk out the door.
Yingbi ran behind Yan Cheng with a fur-wrapped cloak in her hand, shouting, "Where are you going, Second Master, it's cold outside, take your cloak with you!"
She could catch up with Yan Cheng's pace, put the cloak on his shoulders, and trotted behind him.
The Huanyi Yard is the place with the best lighting in the backyard. As long as there is a little sun, the Huanyi Yard must be the first place to see the light.
When Yan Cheng arrived, Song Jinshu was washing the maids' clothes. The colorful clothes were piled up in a pot, and his hands were so cold that he lost consciousness, from the fingertips to the wrists were frozen purple.
The maid, who was supposed to wash these clothes, was sitting on the reclining chair in the yard, munching the sunflower seeds, when she saw Yan Cheng coming, she stood up from the reclining chair and greeted, "Hello, second master".
Seeing him coming, Song Jinshu also got up and lowered his head, and addressed the second master. He then bent down squatted and continued to rub the half-washed clothes with his hands.
When Yan Cheng saw this scene, anger rose from his heart. He stretched out his foot and kicked over the basin where Song Jinshu was washing clothes. The clothes mixed with dirty water were knocked over on the snow.
"Wash, wash, what's there to wash!"
Yan Cheng's anger came out abruptly. Song Jinshu and the maid next to him were taken aback, and he subconsciously knelt down as his legs went soft.
The snow below Jinshu's knees got melted with his body temperature, soaking the fabric covering his knees. With the coolness spreading through the bones, soon half of his body became numb.
Seeing Jinshu shivering with cold and kneeling obediently on the ground, Yan Cheng's anger raised. He pulled the kneeling person up and kicked the overturned basin again, forcing the sawdust to fly out.
"What you all want to do!"
Yan Cheng took off the cape from his shoulders and hung it around Song Jinshu's shoulders, wrapping his whole body. He was relieved to see that Jinshu's face gradually turned bright.
The little maids had never seen Yan Cheng getting angry, they looked at each other panic-stricken.
"Don't you know the rules that if you make a mistake, you have to kneel down? "
Yan Cheng cast his eyes on Ying Bi's figure, his eyes were so cold that he had no emotion. It was like a long sword slowly piercing his body.
"Yingbi, you've been here for so long, don't you understand the rules?"
When Yingbi heard this, she knelt down while clenching her teeth and holding up her skirt. She bowed her head and said, "Second Young Master, this servant is wrong."
Seeing Yan Cheng's personal maid in knelt down position, the little maids could never dare to stand and talk to the second master. They all knelt down in the snow with their shoulders trembling slightly half due to cold and half due to fear.
Song Jinshu was frightened by this stance, and he wanted to kneel down too. As he was grabbing a corner of his robe, Yan Cheng pulled his wrist and hooked him back into his arms.
"Put it on well, don't catch a cold."
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