Chapter 47047: Riding on the Mistress's Head and Acting Arrogantly.

Lin Mu drove the carriage over, removed the lanterns hanging high on both sides of the carriage frame, and at first glance it looked like a fine carriage rented from a carriage company. Although it was luxurious, it was impossible to tell which company it belonged to.

Pretending to buy pastries, Lin Mu got out of the carriage and temporarily parked it in front of the shop.

There were few pedestrians on the street because of the snow, so no one paid attention to the carriage, and no one cared that the carriage "coincidentally" blocked the view of the alleyway opposite the pastry shop.

Li, the scholar, struggled to crawl towards the alley entrance, trying to reach out to the carriage in front for help, but no one paid him any attention.

He felt hot from the cold. On the verge of death, he vaguely saw a gap in the carriage curtain, revealing Li Yue'er's face, which looked both female and male. By the time he tried to get a closer look, everything went white and he lost consciousness.

Inside the carriage, Li Yue'er unconsciously clenched her fingers around the coarse cloth of the carriage curtain.

She hated Li Juren, wishing he would be torn apart by five horses. Now that he was really dead, lying right in front of her, Li Yue'er felt a sense of relief and liberation, but also a sense of bewilderment.

It was as if a heavy stone that had been pressing down on her for a long time had suddenly been removed. The sudden ease left her at a loss, as if everything had become unreal, and even her body felt light as a feather.

All she could see was white. After looking at it for a while, she inevitably felt dizzy, nauseous, and wanted to vomit. Just when she was about to lose her way in this icy and snowy place, a pair of warm hands came over from the side, gently covering her eyes with their palms, and whispered, "Close your eyes."

Li Yue'er obediently lowered her long eyelashes and closed her eyes, leaning back into a warm embrace, her whole body enveloped in the familiar scent of cold plum blossoms.

She leaned against her mistress's chest, raising her hand to gently grasp her mistress's forearm. Whether it was the death of Li Juren or the snow falling all around, her head throbbed and her heart was filled with confusion, as if she were walking in a white fog.

The mistress gently rested her chin on the cloth hat on her head, slowly pressing down with a bit of weight, as if pressing her rising heart back into place, making her feel inexplicably at ease.

The mistress's hand still covered her eyes. "I'll grant you a few days off to go back and help your mother handle the aftermath of this matter."

Li Yue'er suddenly came to her senses. Yes, she still had her mother and sister to take care of.

Although Li Juren is dead, how to avoid the suspicion of the government and how to use Li Juren's death to benefit her own family are the things she should be considering now.

Li Yue'er felt completely relieved. With the gloom gone, she and her two daughters, relying on their status as widows of a scholar, would be protected by the government and only good days would remain.

“Mistress,” Li Yue’er raised her head in this position, so that even if she couldn’t see her, she could feel that the mistress was looking down at her. Li Yue’er took the opportunity to ask the question that had been bothering her for many days, in order to divert her attention, “How did you know that Master Zheng would deliberately make him drink?”

When she suggested using wine to get rid of Li Juren, the mistress came up with a plan to kill two birds with one stone. During their intimate moments that night, she even inserted her fingers into her mouth while meticulously refining the plan for her.

As she sat nestled in her mistress's lap, her mind blank and her mouth agape as she gasped for breath, this question flashed through her mind and she didn't have time to grasp it and ask about it in detail.

Qu Rong said, "Scholars look down on merchants to the core, and merchants naturally feel the same way."

No matter how much one envies the status and position that scholars possess in this world, no one likes someone who looks down on them.

The low social status of merchants is partly due to the influence of scholars, who viewed them as thieves, petty thieves who stole the nation's money, like rats in a rice jar.

Zheng Er was very arrogant and naturally looked down on scholars like Li Juren. He only openly made Li Juren drink wine and pretended to be a scholar, which was already giving Li Juren enough face. If it were any other scholar without official rank, Zheng Er would have stripped him naked and thrown him out of the restaurant to humiliate him.

If it gets out that a scholar is trying to curry favor with a businessman, he'll be laughed at to death.

Li Yue'er's eyelashes fluttered, her long, curled eyelashes lightly brushing against the mistress's palm. She seemed to understand, "No wonder you always say I'm well-educated."

These words might have been a compliment if spoken by someone else, but coming from the mistress of the house, they always sounded like a sarcastic, sarcastic tone.

From the beginning, she knew that the mistress did not like her because she was literate. In the first few days of serving the mistress, Li Yue'er could keenly sense the mistress's instinctive malice towards "scholars".

Although he didn't actually humiliate her, he did verbally attack her a few times.

Qu Rong clearly hadn't expected Li Yue'er to bring up such old grievances at this time. She paused, then awkwardly looked away at the curtains, and said in a low voice:

"No one will have a good impression of someone who has humiliated them with their status. Even saints have selfish desires and hold grudges, let alone me, who is just an ordinary person."

Merchants were considered even lower than poor farmers, and women merchants were even lower in status. Unfortunately, Qu Rong was born an illegitimate woman who was a merchant's daughter.

Li Yue'er pulled down the mistress's hand, looked up at her, and said with a smile, "It's fortunate that the mistress is a commoner, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to appreciate my seductive methods. If the mistress were a saint, I probably wouldn't have even been able to touch the hem of the mistress's skirt that night."

Qu Rong thought to herself, "That's hard to say. Li Yue'er overestimated the saint's worldly mind and underestimated herself."

Taking advantage of the mistress's distraction, Li Yue'er reached out and hooked her clothes, gently pulled them down, and kissed her lips. She then deliberately asked, "If you are a saint, mistress, am I disrespecting your purity?"

Qu Rong, "..."

The slight unease that had just surfaced in Qu Rong's heart was instantly dispelled by Li Yue'er's light kiss. Qu Rong looked down at her with annoyance and said, "I've figured it out."

She slowly drew out the tone.

Li Yue'er looked at her curiously.

Qu Rong is no longer mentioned.

She discovered that no matter what kind of person they were talking about, whether it was black or white, Li Yue'er could turn it into something they wanted to talk about in bed when it was just the two of them.

Li Yue'er raised her hands, palms pressed against the mistress's face, "Say it, say it."

She'd been outside for so long without washing her hands, and now she's touching her face.

Qu Rong feigned disgust as she pulled Li Yue'er's hands away, clenched them in her palms, and pressed them back into Li Yue'er's arms. "I've discovered it; you're a fake scholar."

Which real scholar is as improper as Li Yue'er, spouting vulgarities without hesitation?

Li Yue'er snorted, thinking to herself that the mistress hadn't read enough books. It was precisely because she was a true scholar who read all kinds of books that she had developed such a thick skin.

The mistress doesn't understand her, but Teng Huang is her kindred spirit and a fellow reader, so he will definitely understand her.

While Li Yue'er was eating pastries in the carriage, Teng Huang was fiddling with an abacus, his eyes sparkling.

She looked up to the sky and cried out, "When will the mistress return?"

With so many ledgers, it would take her and Dansha ages to finish reading them!

Today, Teng Huang was wearing Li Yue'er's clothes. She rarely wore such a light pink color, which caused Dan Sha to keep staring at her.

With a face full of resentment, Teng Huang saw Dan Sha looking over and immediately shot her a glare. "You have time to daydream but no time to do accounts? When the mistress comes back, I will definitely tell her that you are lazy and not diligent."

cinnabar,"……"

Dansha straightened her back and gestured for Teng Huang to look at her clothes.

Teng Huang was so angry he almost laughed. He pinched Dan Sha's face with both hands. "Fine, fine, you think you're the mistress just because you're wearing the mistress's clothes! You dare to use the mistress's clothes to intimidate me? Take them off!"

She couldn't touch Dansha's face even with her arms outstretched, and in her frustration, she got up to reach for it.

Dansha sat in the armchair and leaned back, until she was completely blocked between herself and the armchair by rattan yellow until she had nowhere to retreat.

Dansha lowered her eyes and reminded Tenghuang, "You are wearing Miss Yue'er's clothes. Miss Yue'er would not dare to treat the mistress like this."

With his hands on the armrests of the armchair, Teng Huang chuckled like a rogue, "What do you know? Miss Yue'er might be bullying the mistress in private."

cinnabar,"……"

Dansha blushed silently.

Ironically, it was Teng Huang who said it, but she didn't think about it that way. She said in a serious tone, "If I were Miss Yue'er, I would ride on the mistress like this."

She lifted her skirt with both hands, took a step, and straddled Dansha's lap, wrapping her arms around Dansha's shoulders, suddenly closing the distance between them.

Dansha held her breath, pursed her lips, and quietly looked up at her, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly, her thumbs rubbing heavily, her fingertips digging into the polished wood.

Gambo leaned closer, closer still, until his nose was almost touching Dansha's. Then, he suddenly grinned menacingly, his hands loosely gripping Dansha's neck, and continued speaking:

"Then I'll force the mistress to finish settling the accounts for me. I can only go to bed when she has a result!"

cinnabar,"…………"

The mistress's life is not life, nor is hers.

Dansha reached out and grabbed Tenghuang by the waist, lifting her off him. He then expressionlessly straightened the skirt that Tenghuang had ruffled. "The mistress will be back soon. Instead of dreaming with me here, you should hurry up and get to work."

Teng Huang started wailing again, "I'd rather go out with the mistress and Miss Yue'er. I'd rather play the role of a eunuch than a servant."

It's better than being a donkey pulling a millstone here.

Dansha glanced sideways and asked, "What about me? Am I left to do the bookkeeping all by myself?"

Teng Huang blinked. "How could I bear to do that? You'll naturally play the eunuch with me, or you can play a palace maid."

Dansha lowered her eyes and smiled, "Dating is not allowed in the palace."

"What?" Teng Huang leaned closer to ask, his big, clear eyes obviously not having heard.

Dansha smiled. "Let's reconcile the accounts."

Gamboge, "..."

Teng Huang lay sprawled on the table, looking as if the account books had drained his energy, until the mistress and Miss Yue'er returned.

The moment the mistress pushed open the door, Fujiwara's ears, sharper than a dog's, instantly sat up, holding an abacus in one hand and an account book in the other, so focused that one couldn't bear to disturb him.

Li Yue'er peeked out from behind the mistress, blinked and looked inside, bit her lip and smiled, saying in a voice that all four of them could hear, "Teng Huang is so focused, let's go out and let her finish sorting out the accounts."

Gamboge, "..."

Fujiki instantly turned his head and glared at him!

In such cold weather, with such a warm mouth, how could she say such a thing?

She won't share any more good stories with her next time.

Li Yue'er came in with a smile, bringing her hands from behind her back to the front. "The mistress asked Brother Mu to buy some pastries to treat you. You two eat first. I'll change my clothes and come back to help you tidy up."

Li Yue'er went into the inner room to change her clothes.

Once her figure had completely disappeared, Teng Huang, munching on a pastry, grinned at his mistress, deliberately trying to annoy her, "Mistress~ do you think I resemble your moon, the one that hangs in your heart so dearly~"

The mistress glanced at it disdainfully and said succinctly, "...Get out."

Without hesitation, Garcinia picked up the pastries and left, saying, "Alright~"

Her scheme succeeded! She was free in the afternoon!

The mistress spoke slowly from behind, "Change your clothes before you get back here."

Gamboge, "..."

Teng Huang snuggled into Dan Sha's arms, biting at the clothes on Dan Sha's body that the mistress hadn't worn yet, saying, "I'll fight you to the death."

cinnabar,"……"

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Dansha: My clueless, straight-laced childhood friend [melted]