Chapter 131 Thoughtful

The old lady was stumped.

Since Madam Yang had put it this way, in order not to offend the Prime Minister's residence to the death, she should ask Madam Yang how she intended to handle the situation.

But if these words were spoken, it would be tantamount to handing over the punishment of Liu Yatou to the other party, and the outcome would be out of control.

That brat, she's always causing her trouble!

The old lady cursed Qiu Heng in her heart.

“Mother, I have a suggestion,” Fang Rui said suddenly, glancing at Qiu Heng.

Madam Yang looked at her daughter.

“Sixth Miss Qiu allowed her servants to injure Granny Su, but our Prime Minister’s residence is not one to resort to violence. Why don’t we have Sixth Miss Qiu change Granny Su’s dressings every day until she recovers?” Fang Rui said this with a half-smile, waiting for Qiu Heng’s reaction.

Sending a noblewoman to change the dressings of a servant in another household—I wonder if Qiu Liu could bear such humiliation.

What's even more interesting is that by going to the Prime Minister's residence every day, the reason behind it will soon spread, and the whole circle will know about Qiu Liu's evil deeds of letting her servants hurt people.

If she refuses, the Yongqing Marquis's Mansion will have to offer a result that will satisfy her even more.

“Okay.” Qiu Heng readily agreed, and even found Fang Rui somewhat adorable.

Such thoughtfulness, I never expected it.

The old lady frowned: "Heng'er—"

She's a noble lady from a noble family, yet she's going to change the medicine for someone else's servants—it's incredibly humiliating!

In the old lady's opinion, kneeling in the ancestral hall for half a month would be better than this.

“Grandmother, I think Miss Fang’s suggestion is very reasonable. The person was injured by my maid, and it’s my fault for not disciplining her properly. It’s only right that I take care of the injured person.” Qiu Heng hurriedly said, fearing that the old lady would ruin things.

The old lady couldn't understand it.

Does this girl even know the meaning of "a scholar can be killed but not humiliated"?

Where is your integrity? Where is your dignity? Where is your reputation?

Qiu Heng looked at Madam Yang: "What does Madam Yang think of this approach?"

Madam Yang glanced at the old lady's unpleasant expression and smiled slightly: "Since Miss Qiu is willing, then so be it. I am not one to force others."

Seeing Madam Yang put down her teacup and get up, Qiu Heng stepped forward and said, "I will go to the Prime Minister's residence with Madam Yang now."

"No need for today, Miss Qiu can come tomorrow."

On the way back to the Prime Minister's residence, Fang Rui rode in the same carriage as Madam Yang and asked Qiu Heng, "Why didn't Mother let her come today?"

Madam Yang gave her daughter a deep look: "Why are you in such a hurry, child? We should give the old lady of the Yongqing Marquis's Mansion time to deal with family matters."

If it hadn't ruined her mood for offering incense and praying for her son, she wouldn't have gone to the Yongqing Marquis's residence in person.

“Mother is right.” Fang Rui smiled.

“Rui’er really dislikes that Qiu Liu? Mother rarely sees you so open about your likes and dislikes.”

Fang Rui pursed her lips: "Mother has no idea how much trouble Qiu Liu has caused in Dingbei. No wonder she can't like her."

"Tell me about it," Madam Yang said casually.

In previous years, she would go with her son on the autumn hunt, but this year her son was ill, so the mother naturally lost interest in going out and went with her sister-in-law, Sun.

After Fang Rui finished recounting Qiu Heng's deeds in Dingbei, Madam Yang raised her eyebrows and said, "She is quite capable. We should be wary of someone like her coming to the Prime Minister's residence."

"Don't worry, Mother, your daughter will keep a close eye on her."

It's fine to come tomorrow; it will give her time to invite her friends to come and see this amazing thing.

Back at the Prime Minister's residence, Madam Yang changed her clothes and went to her son's place.

Madam Yang had a son and a daughter. Her son was the third in line, and he was usually called Sanlang.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, Madam Yang asked, "How is Sanlang?"

The maidservant, her eyes darting around, asked, "Young Master—"

Madam Yang's heart sank: "Speak!"

"Reporting to Madam, the young master felt quite unwell for a while, but he felt better after taking the medicine."

"I was feeling fine before I left home, so why did I suddenly feel so unwell?"

Faced with Madam Yang's persistent questioning, the maidservant felt immense pressure and lowered her head, saying, "The imperial physician didn't say anything either..."

Madam Yang's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "When did you start feeling unwell?"

"It's probably around 7 AM."

Madam Yang frowned deeply.

That was when she was offering incense and praying for blessings, and heard the commotion outside.

Sure enough, the bad omens were a sign that things weren't going well when I prayed to the gods!

A cold glint flashed in Madam Yang's eyes as she strode inside.

The young woman serving by the bedside came over and bowed respectfully: "Mother-in-law."

Madam Yang first looked at her sleeping son, then went to the outer room.

The young woman followed closely behind.

Madam Yang turned to look at her daughter-in-law, her face grim: "Jin, how have you been taking care of Sanlang!"

Jin lowered her head and said, "Mother-in-law, please calm down. It's my fault."

"Sanlang is your husband. If anything happens to him, you'd better think it over yourself." Madam Yang was worried about her son's health. Looking at her submissive daughter-in-law, she felt a lump in her throat. After saying this, she turned and left.

Jin silently escorted him to the courtyard gate, and only turned back into the house after a long while.

The maidservant beside her couldn't help but complain, "You haven't had a proper night's sleep for two days because you've been taking care of the young master—"

"Don't talk too much." Mrs. Jin raised her hand to her forehead, her face pale.

After returning to the mansion, Madam Yang was filled with gloom, and the atmosphere in Qiansong Hall was even more tense, as if a storm was brewing.

"Kneel down!" The old lady pointed at Qiu Heng.

Qiu Heng knelt down silently.

"I told you to stay home and behave yourself, but you insisted on going to burn incense. You only cause trouble when you go out, you only cause trouble when you go out. Are you going to keep driving this old woman crazy?"

"Grandmother, please calm down. I know I was wrong."

"What good is it if you know you're wrong! Soon the whole capital will know that the young lady of the Yongqing Marquis's mansion allowed her servants to beat people, and that she went to the mansion every day to change the bandages for a nanny in order to apologize!" The old lady was so angry that her temples throbbed.

Worried that the old lady might get sick from the anger, Qiu Heng quickly reassured her, "It's the sixth young lady of the Yongqing Marquis's Mansion. Grandmother, don't worry, everyone knows that I'm different from my sisters."

"Shut up!" The old lady stood up abruptly, her head buzzing.

How can there be such a thing as a dead pig that isn't afraid of boiling water!

“You failed to discipline your maid, so you deserve to suffer the embarrassment. As for Fangzhou—” The old lady glanced at Fangzhou, who was kneeling silently, “A maid with such a wild temper can no longer stay by your side. From now on, she will go to work on the estate.”

Fangzhou's face turned pale as he stared blankly at Qiuheng.

"Grandmother wants Fangzhou to go to the estate?" Qiuheng's calm expression changed.

"Aren't you willing?" the old lady sneered. "You've caused such a huge mess, it's already a favor that we haven't kicked this unruly maid out, considering how many years she's served you."

A maid who dares to hit the head maid of the Prime Minister's residence at the slightest disagreement is a troublemaker!

"What's going on?" Uncle Yongqing asked, puzzled, as he stepped inside and saw the situation.

"When Sixth Sister went to Lingwei Temple to offer incense, she was stopped by the head maid of the First Madam of Fang Xiang's residence, and Fangzhou beat the head maid."

The Earl of Yongqing's voice suddenly rose: "You hit the head maid of Prime Minister Fang's residence?"

"Yes, Madam Yang came to our door with her injured head maid."

"And injured them too?" Uncle Yongqing plopped down in a chair, feeling dizzy.

Let him take a moment to calm down; perhaps he didn't step in the right way when he entered the house.