Song Guangdi said in an unfriendly tone: "Then tell your father why he has to sign a death contract while you sign a life contract."
Earlier, Song Dujuan had them sign a death contract, explaining in great detail how it would allow them to be forever attached to the Qiao family, making it impossible for Qiao Lian'er to escape.
Therefore, Song Guangdi suspected that she was hiding something from him by doing this.
After all, the death pact was dangerous, with the possibility of being killed or disposed of at will. He had to be careful until the Song family's identities were revealed.
If his daughter disregards even his life and death, then she is truly a filial daughter, a model of filial piety that will make everyone laugh.
“Father, how could you be so foolish? The reason I signed the contract was for everyone’s sake.” Song Dujuan wasn’t afraid of Song Guang’s question; she had already prepared a set of explanations.
"For my own good? Tell me, how is it for my own good?" Song Guangdi sneered.
“If you sign a life-or-death contract, you can stay in the Qiao family permanently. But if I sign a life-or-death contract now, it won’t be as convenient when the outside world needs me. This way is more flexible for me. Anyway, in the end, we will all stay in the Qiao family forever and take everything here into our own hands.”
"For me, no one has to sign a fixed contract, and no one has to sign a flexible contract."
"The most important thing is how to arrange things to maximize benefits."
Song Guangdi felt a little better: "Don't think about running away alone if anything happens."
"Dad, what are you saying?" Song Dujuan's tone turned angry upon hearing this: "I work so hard to plan for the family, and you, as my own father, doubt me."
"Alright, alright, I believe you," Song Guang said. "But you should tell your family about this beforehand. Just keep quiet and say that you want to sign a contract."
Song Dujuan said impatiently, "Anyway, everything I do is for this family. I make many decisions that require my own judgment."
"However, I absolutely cannot be a third-class maid; I must at least be able to have frequent contact with Qiao Lian'er."
She wasn't afraid of washing dishes or sweeping the floor; what she feared was being too far away from Qiao Lian'er, making it difficult to approach her and causing numerous problems for her subsequent plans.
“No one will dare to contradict Princess Zhenguo once she has made a decision, especially over something as trivial as this. Otherwise, you can forget about staying here. You should just accept it for now and we can figure out a solution later,” Song Guang said.
"If you behave more cleverly, you might become a second-class maid. A second-class maid assists a first-class maid in serving her master. At that time, your chances will be better."
Song Dujuan's brow twitched as she listened. She was supposed to be a mistress, but instead she had become a third-class maid, a lowly position. It was impossible for her not to feel frustrated.
However, she's determined to rise above others in the future, so she might as well endure some setbacks along the way, since she'll get her money back with interest.
After registering with Steward Chai, a cook came over and led Song Dujuan into the kitchen.
Pointing to a large basin piled high with dirty bowls, she said, "You're new here, right? Guilan, you're new here, so you should do your job well. Wash this basin of bowls first."
"The washed dishes must not smell of soap."
When Song Dujuan saw that there were at least several hundred bowls, her expression changed.
"This is too much. It will take at least several hours to wash. My back will be ruined by the time I finish."
The cook, however, said with a stern face: "The newcomers will have to be tested. Today you'll wash hundreds of dishes by yourself, and tomorrow you'll have to clean the entire courtyard by yourself. Otherwise, you'll only be able to work as a maid, shoveling horse manure, living in a dormitory, and smelling people's stinky feet."
Song Dujuan had no choice but to grit her teeth and sit down to wash the dishes.
After washing dozens of dishes, she felt a slight ache in her lower back.
Looking at the sky outside, which had turned gloomy and gray without her noticing, she felt a sense of fear, as if entering this deep-walled compound meant only boundless oppression and suffocation.
The cook wasn't there, so a little maid sat down on a small stool to prepare vegetables. Song Dujuan asked, "Little sister, do all newcomers have to go through these tests?"
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