Qiuniang went back to House of Cardamon Fragrance, eyes completely red. Rong was sleeping in the inner room now. The moment Qiuniang saw Hongxiao, she couldn't help shedding tears. After all, the two of them had stuck together in difficulties over these years. Then they held each other's hands and went to the side room to chat.
"Sister, excuse my poor look," Qiuniang wiped her tears, looking very sad, "It's all my fault. Even Master was gossiped by others because of me."
Hongxiao sneered at her inwardly, 'You are the only one who were ridiculed.' while saying intimately, "Don't blame yourself, Master and you are close to each other since his childhood! Master always treats you differently over others, our new Madam wouldn't understand that. Sister, don't take it personally. Hasn't Madam said that Master always praised you in front of her! Think how honored that is!"
Qiuniang sighed with tears in her eyes. After a long while, she said, "I am already an aged woman, how could I fight for Master's favor with Madam? I just wanted to see if Master was well. Madam is a young girl anyway. I'm afraid that she's not able to take good care of Master..."
"You are right. We have waited for so many years, how's it possible for us to have second thoughts? Madam is a bit too oversensitive." Hongxiao also sighed. After she talked with Qiuniang tearfully, they both went back to their own rooms.
"She's gone?" A maid whose hair was anchored in two buns stood up to welcome Hongxiao. This girl looked quite adorable with a pretty face. After Hongxiao entered the room, she lied on the bed straightly and said, "She went back to transcribe the Buddha Book. Where's Wu'er?"
Jinxi poured a cup of tea for Hongxiao while saying smilingly, "Where else could she be? I guess she must be chatting with others."
"... This Qiuniang, really is a funny woman." Hongxiao squinted her eyes and held the tea cup up with a meaningful look on her face, saying, "She is extremely stupid indeed. How can she not tell that Master is not the one he used to be? She even asked Mama Lai which road Master would pass the moment she arrived at this mansion. However, she is not a dull person. She's good at playing dumb and always looks honest and kind. After all these years, she still manages to live a peaceful life."
Jinxi whispered, "Right. Otherwise, our lady wouldn't dislike her so much."
Hongxiao showed a sarcastic look and said, "Back in the old days, Master wasn't that fond of her either. Master only treated her nicely before for old time sake, after all she had served Master when he was a boy. But after so many years, everything has changed. If she's clever enough, she should curry favor with Madam now! The past is the past."
Qiuniang hadn't done paperwork before, nor did she dare to transcribe the book carelessly. As a result, the rate of her writing progress was rather slow. Even though she wrote very swiftly, it still took her two days to finish the task. The third day, she came to give obeisance to Minglan with the papers. Minglan advised Qiuniang to mind about her behavior. However, at last Minglan also got tired of instructing Qiuniang, so the affair finally came to an end.
The second day, Minglan finally knew why she had been whiny these days. It turned out that her period started.
Danju decocted the herbal tea with brown sugar on a stove for Minglan to drink as usual. Xiaotao fried a bag of hot salt in Mama Ge's kitchen. After that, she wrapped the salt with a few layers of oil paper and cloth bag. After covering the salt bag with thick satin, Xiaotao gave it to Minglan to let her warm her belly.
For two days, Minglan laid on the bed weakly. She looked at the beautiful scenery through the window, with a sad look in her eyes. Right now she was like the reed by the lake, gainly and delicate... Eh, if only she was holding a book of poems instead of an account book.
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The Legend of Concubine's Daughter Minglan
RomanceThe pessimistic and negative daughter of a concubine living in the ancient times thought - since life is so difficult, why should one invest serious effort in struggling to live? The life of an ancient noble woman is often determined and controlled...