In his previous life, Pei Yanzhi accompanied Jiang Yao on her homecoming visit, but he didn't bring so many gifts, including this pen.

This cartload of gifts for returning to the bride's parents' home, plus this pen, is more than double the amount Jiang Yao received for her return in her previous life.

The seventh workplace survival skill.

Besides showcasing your abilities to your boss, you also need to gain their attention.

Occasionally, you need to complain to your boss and let them know how hard you work.

As the saying goes, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

Pei Yanzhi didn't say anything last night, so he's making it up to her today.

Give her a generous homecoming gift so she can have face when she returns home.

Jiang Shuwan stood under the eaves and glanced at Pei Yanzhi beside her.

She was extremely satisfied with the young powerful minister.

Qingxing was also surprised to see these homecoming gifts.

"Miss, you are truly a genius! I thought the young master would remain unmoved..."

Qingxing was filled with admiration.

At the other side gate, a group of old women were also craning their necks, but they were immediately stunned by a carriage carrying a return gift.

"So many gifts for the bride's return visit?"

"Isn't this beyond the specifications?"

In large families, there are specific customs and traditions for giving and receiving gifts.

"My goodness, so many gift boxes! And the young master is holding a pen case, it looks like a blue and white bamboo leaf purple hair brush. That's a rare item that money can't buy..."

"The young master is too good to the young mistress..."

The old women looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yesterday, they heard from other stewards that the young master adored his young mistress, but they didn't believe it. Now that they've seen it for themselves...

Good heavens!

Such a generous return gift.

What else could this be but love?

"This is terrible, this is terrible..."

"The young mistress is too elegant..."

"The young master used to be cold to everyone, but I never expected him to be so kind to the young mistress..."

"This is love!"

The old women were amazed, and then their gazes toward Jiang Shuwan immediately changed.

Regardless of whether Jiang Shuwan needed it or not, he rushed over and helped her into the carriage.

"Young mistress, please be careful, let this old servant help you."

"This old servant will also help you."

"Young mistress, let this old servant do it. This old servant is strong."

A burly old woman with a fawning expression pushed past the others.

Jiang Shuwan had seen her before; she was one of the four old women who kowtowed outside her door on the first day she married into the family.

Her usual style is to fawn over the powerful and belittle the weak. Now that she's in charge of the kitchen, Jiang Yao suffered a lot of food being cut back on her food in her previous life.

"Okay!" Jiang Shuwan smiled at her and helped her into the carriage.

The old woman in charge of the kitchen immediately smiled, her wrinkles disappearing, and looked at the other old women with a smug look, as if it were a great honor for her to help Jiang Shuwan onto the carriage.

Of course, in the eyes of these old women, it was indeed a great honor.

They couldn't even help them up.

Several old women looked at the woman in charge of the kitchen with some envy.

On the other side, Qingxing was speechless.

Helping the young lady into the carriage was her job; what was she doing if someone else took it from her…?

Qingxing was a little annoyed, and then she noticed that several old women were looking at her.

She looked like a piece of fatty pork.

"What are you doing!" Qingxing was frightened by their naked gazes.

"Is that Miss Qingxing?"

"Greetings, Miss Qingxing! This old woman is helping you into the carriage. Please watch your step, Miss Qingxing..."

And so, Qingxing was practically forced onto the carriage.

Qingxing was shocked and whispered to Jiang Shuwan, "Miss, could this be the legendary seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate?"

These old women, unable to curry favor with the young lady, have now come to fawn over her.

"Calm down." Jiang Shuwan gave her a reassuring look. "You'll be the head maid of the Marquis's mansion from now on."

Qingxing immediately calmed down.

Yes, she is the most capable maidservant by the young lady's side, and she grew up with the young lady since childhood.

When Miss becomes the mistress of the Marquis's mansion, she will be the head maid in charge, so she can't be so unsettled.

So, Qingxing relaxed.

Her thinking also began to change slowly, from a lowly maid in a fifth-rank official's family to gradually aspiring to be like a senior maid in a noble family.

Whether it's ability or courage, it gradually becomes stronger.

Jiang Shuwan was very pleased when she saw it.

In her previous life, Qingxing was very capable and helped her manage the Earl's Mansion.

In this life, of course, they, mistress and servant, will still work together to overcome all obstacles.

Before leaving, Jiang Shuwan saw the head nanny and the storeroom nanny of the Wen family seeing off the etiquette nanny at the side gate.

The once-impressive etiquette matron was now dejected, tears streaming down her face.

She was dressed in coarse cloth, carrying a bundle in her hand. Beside her was a dilapidated wheelbarrow, and the coachman was impatiently urging her to hurry up and get on the road, as the village was far away and it would take a whole day to travel there.

Upon hearing this, the etiquette matron immediately trembled with fear.

She had always been part of the Wen family's dowry and lived in a large house in the capital, never having been to a place as far away as the estate.

The head maid comforted her, "Don't be afraid, go in peace."

Go with peace of mind?

The etiquette matron's eyes widened.

The head maid realized she had misspoke and quickly corrected herself, saying, "What I meant was that you should stay there for a few days. You are part of the madam's dowry, and the madam will definitely try to bring you back."

The storeroom maid also said, "You and Madam have been friends for decades, how could Madam possibly abandon you? Besides, this time you're..."

The head maid and the storeroom maid exchanged a glance, but did not utter the words "to take the blame for the mistress".

"Don't worry, your wife will save you."

"We will also speak up for you."

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!