Hearing Ji Youran’s words, even the Old Lady’s eyes turned red.
Crying in grieve, Ji Youran held Qu Moying’s slender body tightly in her arms, making Qu Moying start to feel sad with her. Qu Moying wiped the tears on Ji Youran’s face with her sleeve and comforted her, “Your Royal Highness, don’t be too sad. If the Crown Princess in the underworld knows you are heartbroken because of her death, she will feel worse.”
She was indeed feeling bad, for failing in the attempt to jump off the Linyuan Pavilion together with Ji Youran.
The rough cloth on Qu Moying’s sleeve brushed Ji Youran’s soft skin and eyes, and she particularly rubbed against Ji Youran’s wound near her temple. Feeling the sting, Ji Youran couldn’t continue her acting anymore. She pushed Qu Moying away, wiped her eyes with her own hanky as her disdain toward Qu Moying was growing.
What a village girl! Qu Moying didn’t even prepare a hanky before attending a funeral. Thinking about Qu Moying’s dirty and rough sleeve brushing her face, Ji Youran felt so disgusted that she didn’t even want to continue acting.
Ji Youran wondered what kind of cloth was Qu Moying’s funeral dress made of since it felt unbelievably rough. Compared to hers that was made of the best and the most comfortable sackcloth, Qu Moying’s felt like a piece of trash. If it weren’t for those princesses, lords’ wives, and infants, Ji Youran would never lower herself to hold Qu Moying and cry with her.
The wound near her temple, left by Ji Hanyue when she jumped off the Linyuan Pavilion, had recovered gradually. Still, it would take some time for the scar to disappear. That was why she left some hair lying in front of her ear to cover the wound. Ji Youran didn’t expect Qu Moying to brush it with her rough sleeve, and after her touch, Ji Youran’s wound started to ache a little bit.
Maybe Qu Moying’s careless behavior made her wound open up again! As Ji Youran thought about it, she started to feel more and more displeased.
“Madam, Moying, please follow me.” Suppressing the annoyance, Ji Youran put on a gentle look and led them inside. She even went to hold the Old Lady’s arm while Qu Moying did the same thing as if they were really two sisters.
Ji Youran had been acting humbly and left the main seat in the center for the Old Lady. However, knowing her identity, the Old Lady was aware that she was not qualified enough to sit in the main seat in front of Princess Ji. She ended up choosing a standard one on the side, which was more appropriate.
Ji Youran had no other choice but to sit down on the main seat first to mingle with the guests while paying extra attention to Old Lady Qu, clearly showing her preference.
Princess Ji’s behavior drew all the noble madams and ladies’ attention to the Qu Family. Naturally, their eyes fell on Fourth Lady Qu, who had already been a hot topic in the capital, Yu, and Yu’s daughter, Third Lady Qu.
The complacent feeling of being favored by Princess Ji made Yu’s guard down. She started to chat with some madams she was acquainted with, leaving her daughter aside.
A maid approached them to refill the tea for some ladies sitting behind Yu.
As she came between Qu Qiuyan and Qu Moying and started to pour the tea for Qu Moying, someone suddenly bumped into her, making her splash the tea on the table.
Qu Moying hurriedly stood up and almost fell over. The noise caught the Old Lady and Yu’s attention, and they both turned around to see what was going on.
“Ying, what happened?” the Old Lady asked Qu Moying worriedly.
“Moying, did you get burned?” Yu sounded even more concerned.
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Reborn to Be A Noble Wife
Historical FictionDie in Water and Revive in Fire Ji Hanyue was born of a general. On the evening when she married the Crown Prince, she was framed and pushed into a lake. Before she died, she was told that both her father and sister had been murdered. When she woke...
