Song Tantian transmigrated to ancient times, becoming a five-and-a-half-year-old little sprout. In a chaotic, famine-stricken world, surrounded by danger, she immediately faced the immense change o...
"Big sister, do you think Second Sister will change her ways after she gets out of prison?" Zhang Shen asked with some worry. If Second Sister continues to act recklessly, his reputation will be ruined, and he might even lose his eligibility to participate in the imperial examinations in the future.
“If she doesn’t repent, then we don’t need to show her any mercy. I’ll send two rough old women to keep an eye on her. If they can’t keep an eye on her, tie her up and lock her up so she won’t embarrass herself.” Zhang Qingyu nodded. She had once been a noblewoman from a high-ranking family and had seen a lot of the secrets of the inner quarters of the household since she was a child.
Women can be more ruthless than anyone else when it comes to their own interests; what wouldn't they do?
Now that she and her brother are in such a difficult situation, if her younger sister still doesn't repent and continues to cause trouble, then she shouldn't blame her for being ruthless as the older sister. She believes she has already been more than kind and righteous to her younger sister.
Because it was very cold due to the snow, Song Tantan didn't like going out and stayed with her aunt all day. Song Zhuiyan's belly gradually grew bigger, and her maternal heart overflowed. Although her needlework skills were average, she still took cotton cloth and needle and thread every day to make little clothes for the baby. This was her greatest joy now.
Song Tantan also made a few pieces, but needlework requires concentration, and she couldn't sit still for long. While others could make three small hangers a day, she could only make one every two days.
So that day she simply gave up making clothes and decided to make dumplings instead. Having lived in Fengcheng for three years, she and her aunt had both learned to make dumplings. She used to be quite good at it, but she wasn't really that good at it.
Just as she was about to go to the kitchen to get meat and flour, she heard the servant knocking on the courtyard gate. She turned around and opened the door to ask what was going on.
"Miss, a woman named Zhang Qingling wants to see you. She says she's here to thank you," the servant replied.