To Be A Virtuous Wife

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Chapter Eighty Seven, Stupidity

The master and mistress of Duan Wang Fu might have already entered the palace but there were still guards at this place. The people passing by knew that this compound was the home of the new emperor before he ascended the throne and was extra careful as they passed by.

By now, even the paternal families of the qieshi of Duan Wang Fu's status were elevated in status. Even though not many went to deliberately fawn over them but they were now much more courteous.

For the qieshi of Duan Wang Fu, the fact that wang ye succeeded the throne, it was a great and joyful surprise. How could the shiqie of a wang fu be compared to being a niangniang in the palace? Even more so, they had served before the Emperor ascended the throne so their ranks wouldn't be very low. By that time when the Emperor wouldn't favor them, their ranks would still be passable enough that they would be written into the history books. If they were just shiqie of a wang fu, who would remember them after their death?

But very quickly, their exhilaration disappeared. Wang fei had been sent for to enter the palace the night the Emperor entered. After that, no Imperial Decree came. Even though xiandi's body was sent to the tomb and the Emperor held the Ascension Ceremony, still no one came to receive them to enter the palace.

Feng Zi Jin and Han Qing He were frantic inside. They discussed it before going together to find Jiang Yong Yu. At this time, Jiang Yong Yu held the highest position among them. But when the two went into Jiang Yong Yu's resident, they stilled. The two of them had been burning with anxiety but this one was sitting under the willow reading a book. A cup of cold tea was placed in front of her, a yahuan fanning her from behind. She looked very idle.

Feng Zi Jin, who had always looked down at her calm attitude, moved forward to comment: "Jiang ce fei is really restrained. At this time, you still aren't anxious."

Jiang Yong Yu closed the book. She looked at the two, "Meimei, please sit. Such a hot day, why have you come to my place?"

The yahuan brought over two stools to place behind the two of them. Han Qing He was also impatient but knew that Feng Zi Jin's words were inappropriate. She gave her thanks, smiled and sat down: "These days, Emperor and niangniang both aren't in the fu. I found it boring and thought to come to jiejie's place to chat."

Jiang Yong Yu knew Han shi was impatient about entering the palace. Even though her words were prettier than Feng shi, her thoughts weren't any less than Feng shi. She raised a teacup and responded: "These are the tea leaves that niangniang especially had someone deliver a few days before. With one sip, it keeps the heat away. Meimei should have a taste."

Raising the teacup in front of her to take a sip, Han Qing He felt that the tea was slightly bitter but after swallowing, she really did feel the heat inside slightly dissipate. She put down  the teacup, smiling and complimenting: "The things that niangniang has bestowed, it's really great. We can see how niangniang cares for jiejie." Of the four shiqie in the wang fu, Qu Qing Ju wasn't close to anyone but she treated Jiang Yong Yu slightly better. Thinking about it, Han Qing He was slightly regretful. If she had copied Jiang Yong Yu in the beginning and sided with Qu Qing Ju, then even if the Emperor didn't favor her in the future, with the Empress at her back, her days would be much better.

Hearing the meaning in Han shi's words that tried to flatter her, Jiang Yong Yu gave a slight smile: "Niangniang treats us all the same. Meimei must be joking." Finishing, she looked at Feng Zi Jin, "Did meimei also come here to chat with me?"