Li Shiyue was reborn and just wants to live a peaceful life with her grandmother and her dowry.
However, her ex-husband from her past life desperately wants to marry her, and she has no inten...
Li Shiyue tilted her head slightly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling in the moonlight, the corners of her eyes upturned with a hint of a smile.
Xu Lingwan's personality is similar to that of Xu Lingzi and Li Shiyue, who are close friends.
The scene... Chunling couldn't help but shudder; she couldn't bear to imagine it.
If that day ever comes, she still believes that Xu Lingwan will rush into Chengyu Pavilion with a slingshot.
Li Shiyue took in Chunling's changing expression, suppressed a smile, and walked slowly, speaking gently: "If she does not repent, today is my last act of kindness. If she does it again, I will not be lenient."
"But I have one condition: we are not afraid of trouble, but we cannot cause trouble. Understand?"
Chunling nodded emphatically: "Don't worry, Miss, Chunling will definitely remember your words and will never cause you any trouble!"
"But no matter who tries to bully the girl, Chunling will be the first to not allow it!"
The maids who grew up together had a bond that was far from ordinary. But what they heard with their own ears was another matter entirely.
Li Shiyue lowered her eyes, spoke softly with a smile, and said, "Then I'll make you go through fire and water."
"Then this servant is willing too. As long as it's for you, young lady, this servant is willing to do anything."
Chunling knew that Li Shiyue was teasing her, but she still went along with the conversation.
A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on her round face: "But girl, don't you really want to consider your marriage?"
Li Shiyue glanced sideways and only made a questioning "hmm" sound with a nasal tone.
Chunling chuckled and leaned closer: "Aren't you curious, young lady, which husband have the two old ladies chosen for you?"
"Not curious."
Li Shiyue suddenly stopped and reached out to pinch Chunling's cheek: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll send you to help in the kitchen when I go back to my aunt tomorrow."
Chunling deflated and hurriedly followed, only to hear her repeatedly apologizing: "Miss, my dear girl, I was wrong, please don't send me away. Miss, dear girl..."