The host was asking for opinions, but for some reason, Song Dujuan felt a cool breeze blow into her neck when Qiao Lian'er said those words, making her body covered in goosebumps.
Besides, wasn't Qiao Lian'er supposed to be kind and benevolent? Why is she being made to kneel all the time?
She had already considered whether to have a death contract or a living contract before coming to the Qiao residence.
"The woman intends to sign a contract with no fixed term."
After Song Dujuan finished speaking, Song Guangdi looked at her suspiciously.
Is it reasonable for them to sign a fixed-term contract while she signed a flexible one? She didn't discuss the specific considerations with them beforehand.
Qiao Lian'er said, "Your uncle signed a death contract, while you signed a life contract. Don't you consider staying in the Qiao family forever like your uncle?"
The word "forever" seemed light and airy, yet it carried a chilling and ethereal feeling, causing Song Dujuan's brow to twitch.
Song Dujuan couldn't look up, but she felt Qiao Lian'er's gaze drift down on her, making her feel a chill run down her spine and a sense of oppression throughout her body.
The man sitting next to her seemed quite displeased, as if she had offended him.
A glance from the corner of Song Dujuan's eye caught sight of that noble, handsome, and otherworldly young man, which momentarily stunned her.
It must be a family of duke or higher rank that can cultivate such demeanor.
If she could marry into such a wealthy family, would she ever have to worry about anything in her life?
All of this requires stepping on the Qiao family as a stepping stone.
Song Dujuan suddenly felt a surge of energy.
She said respectfully, "I have long admired Princess Zhenguo's kindness and generosity, and naturally I admire her. However, I am a woman and will get married in the future, so I will not sign a fixed contract. If we can sign a longer-term contract, that would be the best."
"The contract requires a three-month trial period. If you are satisfied, you can extend it for a longer period," Qiao Lian'er said. "Wang Fu, take Guilan to Steward Chai to register. Let her start as a third-class maid."
Since Song Dujuan came here to enjoy a life of luxury, let her enjoy it to the fullest.
Song Dujuan knew that the maids in the mansion were divided into three classes, with the first class being the highest and the third class being the lowest, but she was not very clear about the specific division of labor.
Once they left the garden, she asked, "Father, what do third-class maids in the Qiao family do?"
Song Guangdi was still thinking about the living contract and the dead contract, his brow furrowed.
"What else can I do? Wash dishes in the kitchen, sweep the yard, wipe the pillars in the corridor—all rough work."
Song Dujuan's heart skipped a beat.
"Qiao Lian'er actually wants me to do these things."
"It's better than farming in the countryside, isn't it?" Song Guangdi said irritably.
Song Dujuan was displeased: "Dad, I am your daughter. You can go out to buy things and earn a few coins, but I have to do these rough jobs, and you say these sarcastic things."
She originally thought that she could serve Qiao Lian'er closely, and that would be her chance.
Once she gained Qiao Lian'er's trust, she would immediately bring in two more members of the Song family.
But with all this hard work, it's probably hard to even see her face normally.
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