Chapter 67: Women of Prince Ding's Manor (2)
Ye Li frowned and thought to herself that the daughter of Yang Family and the niece of Concubine Yang ought to be Mo Xiu Yao's cousin . Only that Ye Li was quite unfamiliar with this cousin since Yang Family wasn't a prestigious house to begin with . In fact, except Mo Lan Yun, the first Prince Ding, who married a princess of the former dynasty, later Princesses of Prince Ding's Manor were from lesser families . That the men of Mo Family didn't need associates to consolidate their power was part of the story . On the other hand, it was probably an avoidance of the suspicion from the royal family . Ye Li knew that Princess Yang didn't have a legitimate brother from her maiden family to the best of her knowledge and Princess Yang's only brother who was born of a concubine died many years ago . Then, Yang Qian Ru was the orphan of this son of a concubine of Yang Family . "Cousin, you don't have to be so polite . Take a seat . His Highness must have forgotten you . It's strange that he hasn't mention you therefore I haven't prepared a present for you . Please don't mind that . "
Speaking of that, Ye Li took off the jade bracelet on her wrist, putting it in Yang Qian Ru's hand and turned to Concubine Yang who was sitting by Yang Qian Ru's side and asked: "Does cousin live with you, Concubine Yang?"
Concubine Yang glanced at Ye Li and nodded: "Qian Ru is still young and doesn't have anyone else . So I take her with me, at least I could look after her . After all, she is not from the manor so it doesn't matter that she lives in the same yard with me . "
Ye Li wasn't going to take the trouble and arrange another yard for her anyway . She nodded and smiled: "It's good as long as cousin and you feel fine . If you need anything, just send someone and tell me about it . Don't hesitate to do that . "
Concubine Yang's eyes changed and said: "That's why I take her here to see you today . Qian Ru is almost seventeen this year . A marriage should have been arranged for her at an earlier time . However, there's no opportunity to see His Highness and I'm an old lady without much experience . Since you are Qian Ru's cousin-in-law, you can find a husband for her . Besides, she's still a girl and shouldn't wear such plain clothes everyday so she needs more clothes . "
Concubine Yang was speaking, not paying attention to those around her while Yang Qian Ru lowered her head with her face all flushed and wouldn't look up . Ye Li was leaning cozily against her chair and listening to Concubine Yang's requests which started out as a discussion and turned into an order as she kept going . Ye Li looked at Yang Qian Ru who was in all white and couldn't help but frown: "Cousin, does anyone from the manor dock your expense?" No matter how disgusted Mo Xiu Yao was towards Concubine Yang, there was no reason for him to dock the expense of a girl . Look at the plain white clothes Yang Qian Ru was wearing . Even her hair was decorated by white silk ribbon . Someone who didn't know her well might think that she was observing a period of mourning for some deceased relatives . Those maids in higher status in the manor had more decent clothes than she did .
Yang Qian Ru lifted her head all of a sudden with tears and bewilderment in her eyes and said hurriedly: "No . . . the manor has never treated me harshly . Cousin-in-law, please don't mistake my cousin . . . It's me . It's all my own fault . . . "
Ye Li couldn't help but stroke her forehead . What was all that about? She rubbed the space between her eyebrows and said to Qing Luan, who was by her side: "Go and find out if Sun mama has time and invite her here . "
Sun mama came soon . Apparently, Qing Luan had already told her what all this was about and Sun mama had brought two stewards with her, one of whom was in charge of the account of the inner manor and the other expenses of the manor .
"Princess . Concubine Yang . " The three of them paid their respect together .
Ye Li nodded and said: "Mama, please be at ease . "
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