In fact, as a senior steward of the Marquis's mansion, Granny Cui had no need to show intimacy to the wife of a poor scholar. However, when she saw the two garments that Jiang Huaiyu had sewn by hand, with stitches that were exactly the same as her own, she couldn't help but feel respect for her, and thus came to talk to her.
Jiang Huaiyu looked at Granny Cui, but felt no sense of unfamiliarity.
In her previous life, when she was in the Marquis's mansion, Granny Cui was assigned to her by the Lady of Jingyuan Marquis.
Granny Cui was not only Lady Jingyuan's personal dowry attendant, but also her trusted assistant.
Whether it was herself in her past life or Jiang Shuqin in this life, Lady Jingyuan had only one purpose in arranging for Granny Cui to be by their side—to both monitor them and prevent them from causing a disturbance after learning about the Crown Prince's affairs, and to assist them. Many of the skills Jiang Huaiyu possessed, including embroidery, were learned from Granny Cui.
The needlework skills she learned in her boudoir were not enough for her to sell in the market. It was only later, during her spare time in the Marquis's mansion, that she began to learn embroidery from Granny Cui and mastered her skills. Otherwise, Madam Hao would not have been unable to recognize it just now.
However, unlike Jiang Shuqin's situation, Jiang Huaiyu had no fear of Granny Cui in her previous life. The two had an extremely harmonious relationship. Granny Cui was like a kind elder, often giving her advice and relieving her worries.
Jiang Huaiyu kept the memories of the past deep in her heart.
When she met Granny Cui again, her words naturally revealed a touch of intimacy.
"Granny Cui, you flatter me. I have heard that your needlework skills are superb. Compared with you, my meager skills are really nothing to mention."
Although Granny Cui didn't understand why Jiang Huaiyu was suddenly treating her with such courtesy, everyone likes to be praised, so she smiled and her eyes curved into crescent moons. "Madam is truly eloquent. If I have the chance, I will definitely ask Madam for some advice in the future."
"Then I will await your arrival, Granny."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two went their separate ways.
Jiang Huaiyu walked to her house, gently pushed the door open and entered, only to find Jiang Shuqin sitting inside.
"Did my sister perhaps go to the wrong room?"
Jiang Shuqin snorted coldly, "I will be waiting for you here."
"What brings you here, sister?" Jiang Huaiyu asked.
A spark of jealousy flashed in Jiang Shuqin's eyes as she asked, "What secret conversation did you have with Granny Cui just now?"
She had been married into the Marquis's household for several months and had never known that the old woman would actually smile at people.
"It's just a friendly exchange of needlework skills."
Jiang Shuqin curled her lip in disdain, "Why should I personally handle gold and silver treasures? You might not care about needlework, but given my status, how could I lower myself to do such trivial things? Yet they insist on testing me with such a small matter!"
"My sister has really been wronged."
Jiang Huaiyu offered a casual reassurance.
Jiang Shuqin glared angrily, "Stop pretending, I have questions to ask."
She stared intently into Jiang Huaiyu's eyes and said firmly, "Do you know that the Crown Prince is not ill, but has suffered a severe injury?"
"What—how is this possible?"
Jiang Huaiyu looked surprised. "How could the young master be injured? If he is injured, why did the Marquis's mansion claim it was an illness?"
Her eyes were filled with confusion, as if she knew nothing about the matter.
Seeing that she seemed genuinely unaware of the inside story, Jiang Shuqin felt both frustrated and relieved.
"Hmm, you didn't know about this?"
Jiang Huaiyu gently shook her head. "Sister, that's a strange question. I'm far away in Fushun Town and only just arrived in the capital today. How could I possibly know about the secrets of the Marquis's mansion?"
Besides, in his previous life, the Marquis's mansion kept the news of Prince Qin's injury a closely guarded secret. Apart from the few masters in the mansion, no outsider could possibly have heard about it.
It's likely that this life will be no exception, so Jiang Shuqin was just deliberately trying to test her.
As expected, Jiang Shuqin asked again, "Then guess how the young master was injured?"
Jiang Huaiyu shook her head, looking completely bewildered.
"I am not an all-knowing god."
Jiang Shuqin stared at her, her tone gradually becoming more serious: "Then let me tell you, the reason why the young master was seriously injured and almost died was because... he was beaten by his father, and that person was the Marquis of Jingyuan."
"Was he harmed by Marquis Jingyuan?"
Jiang Huaiyu's eyebrows shot up sharply, his shock evident in his expression.
"Why is this happening? What serious mistake has the Crown Prince made that made Marquis Jingyuan almost put his own son to death?"
Seeing the terror flickering in her eyes, Jiang Shuqin finally believed that she truly knew nothing about it.
This is understandable.
Such a heaven-sent opportunity as rebirth seems to be something only I can bear. As for that fake heiress, how could she possibly enjoy such good fortune?
However, compared to Jiang Huaiyu's shock at this moment, Jiang Shuqin was also quite confused.
Before she married into the Marquis's household, she had always thought the heir was ill, assuming that since he hadn't been seriously ill in his previous life, he shouldn't face much risk in this one either. However, when she actually began serving by the heir's side, she was shocked to discover that his entire body was covered in wounds, not a single spot unscathed. This was clearly not an illness, but rather the marks of severe trauma!
She was filled with panic, but no one could answer her questions.
The Marquis's household kept their mouths shut, and no one revealed the truth to her.
Although basins of bloody fluid were brought out every time the Crown Prince changed his dressings, everyone said it was due to illness.
Jiang Shuqin suppressed her doubts and took meticulous care of the prince for two months, and his injuries finally began to improve.
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