Chapter 19. The hairpin & Ning Ziyan's personal maid

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Ning Xueyan unexpectedly encountered Concubine Ma on the road. Looking at the delicate Concubine Ma saluting her, Ning Xueyan stepped back with a cold smile on her face and said, "Is this the Concubine Ma who poisoned me? She looks quite delicate!"

Mother Qin, who accompanied Ning Xueyan to Bright Frost Garden to fetch some things, also stepped back carefully while frowning.

Ning Xueyan's words were harsh and made Concubine Ma feel humiliated. She looked up at Ning Xueyan in disbelief. Concubine Ma had never met Ning Xueyan before. But, she had seen Ning Xueyan twice from afar by chance and felt that Ning Xueyan was an emaciated girl. She did not expect Ning Xueyan to humiliate her directly as soon as they met.

"Fifth Young Lady, I made a mistake with your medicine so that... Please forgive me." Concubine Ma stood up while holding her maids and saluted Ning Xueyan again, keeping a low profile.

"I dare not receive your apology. Because of a misunderstanding, you dared to put poison into my medicine, which almost killed me. If I carelessly offend you next time, you may poison the entire Bright Frost Garden."

Ning Xueyan showed sarcasm on her face and her eyes fell on Concubine Ma's beautiful face. Being stared at by Ning Xueyan, Concubine Ma felt that she was almost drowned in the endless darkness, and immediately looked away subconsciously.

"Fifth Young Lady, it's... it's my fault. Please forgive me. If you do not forgive me, I... I'll kneel here forever." Concubine Ma suddenly threw herself down on her knees, bowed her head in tears, and knocked her head on the ground heavily.

Anyway, everybody would think that Ning Xueyan had gone too far if they saw the pregnant Concubine Ma kneeling here with her head bowed and sincerely asking for Ning Xueyan's forgiveness.

Seeing that, Mother Qin slightly frowned.

Ning Xueyan hid the coldness and indifference on her face. She went up to support Concubine Ma with a slight smile on her face. "Concubine Ma, what are you doing? You overwhelmed me with more than I deserve."

Although Ning Xueyan said this with a smile, Concubine Ma dared not regard her words as a joke. She stood up, grabbed Ning Xueyan's hands, and said with tears in her eyes, "Fifth Young Lady, I... I was a fool. How... how could I think that you asked servants to humiliate me? I..."

Concubine Ma was very sad and sobbed while covering her face with her handkerchief.

"Concubine Ma, take care of yourself. No matter what you've done, now your body is the most important." Mother Qin could not help coming over and supporting Concubine Ma while comforting her.

Ning Zu'an only had one son, so Madam Dowager paid great attention to the pregnant Concubine Ma and even pardoned Concubine Ma for murdering the Young Lady of Lord Protector's Manor. It showed that Madam Dowager was eager to have another grandson.

"Concubine Ma, your health is very important. Take care of yourself and don't run around. If something happens, who can afford it?" Ning Xueyan showed her concern to Concubine Ma while quietly pulling her sleeves away from Concubine Ma's hands.

"Fifth Young Lady, my birthday is in five days. First Madam will hold a birthday party for me. I hope to see you then." Concubine Ma stopped crying, put down her handkerchief, and sincerely invited Ning Xueyan, as if she really wanted to dispel her former enmity with Ning Xueyan.

"Oh, mother will celebrate your birthday. No wonder a stage is being set up in the garden recently. Is a theatrical troupe going to sing there?" Ning Xueyan asked with a smile.

Ning Xueyan encountered some outsiders along the way and deliberately avoided them. The maid told her that they were setting up a stage. Ning Xueyan did not remember the happy event that they were going to celebrate, but now she knew that they were going to celebrate Concubine Ma's birthday. A concubine's birthday should be celebrated like that. It seemed that Concubine Ma was valued by the whole manor.

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