Mu Yaozhi returned to her boudoir with a belly full of grievances. The anger that she had been suppressing for a long time surged up, and she swept all the tea sets on the flower branch table to the ground in a fit of rage.
She saw Yu Shanlai eagerly fawn over Shangguan Tianyun just now. That bitch is good at winning people over; if the two of them are together, Brother Ziyan will probably pay even less attention to her!
The maidservant, observing the situation, quickly replaced the teacup with a new one and served hot tea: "Please have some tea, Miss."
Mu Yaozhi was so annoyed by what she was thinking that she decided to stop thinking about it. She picked up her tea and took a sip, but instead of calming down, she became even angrier.
"Is this tea brewed so hot that it's going to scald me to death?" With that, he suddenly threw the teacup away.
Nothing went smoothly today!
When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer as well. It seems that Mu Yaozhi often takes her anger out on her servants, and the little maid is used to it. She can only kneel down in a panic, letting the broken pieces of porcelain at her feet pierce her flesh, and beg for mercy, "Please forgive me, Miss, I didn't mean to."
Madam Mu pushed open the door and came in. Looking at the mess in the room, she asked in surprise, "What happened? What made you so angry?"
She's getting increasingly impatient; she could hear the commotion inside from outside the door.
Mu Yaozhi remained silent, her lips pouting high in a huff.
Madam Mu had just returned from a small gathering with several noblewomen. At the tea party, Madam Shangguan was extremely attentive, giving each of the ministers' wives several plasters. She said their effects were miraculous, providing warmth comparable to a goose-down coat!
Whether it was true or not, Madam Mu thought of taking it back for Yao Zhi to try.
These young girls in their prime don't like wearing thick, heavy clothes, so this plaster is perfect for them.
Behind her, Granny Liu's eyes flashed sharply: "You lot, hurry up and clean up the broken porcelain on the ground. If the young lady pricks her foot again, you'll be in for a beating!"
The maids shrank back, fearfully and hastily agreeing.
Madam Mu sat down beside her and placed the plaster on the table: "This is a warming plaster, it's just right for you, it's from Madam Shangguan earlier..."
But as soon as Madam Mu uttered the name Shangguan, the anger burning in her heart surged again, and she threw the plaster away as well.
"Where did this low-class thing come from, bringing it to me like this? Its dark and murky appearance is unlucky to look at!"
"Whoever wants to use it can use it, I won't use it."
Whether her annoyed attitude stemmed from a person or a plaster was unknown.
Madam Mu did not expect her to get even angrier, so she hurriedly told the servants to pick it up and throw it even further away, explaining, "She just wanted to be nice to me, saying that the medicine was extremely effective. I saw that everyone else had accepted it, so I couldn't refuse."
Although her mother explained it this way, she was still angry. She said sarcastically, "Coming from that poor, remote village of Wei County to the capital, what good things could a family of impoverished people have seen? They're just exaggerating like frogs in a well! Mother, really, the wife of the Left Chancellor, you believe whatever others say?"
She said one thing, but the other woman had ten more waiting in the wings. Madam Mu sighed, "Fine, if you don't want to use it, then don't. It's nothing special anyway."
Mu Yaozhi bit her lip tightly, feeling resentful in her heart.
This mother and daughter are truly shameless. The daughter had just stolen the spotlight from her, and the mother immediately came over to fawn over her and be obsequious.
Do you think the Left Chancellor's household is so easily fooled?
What kind of cheap hand warmers are these? I really look down on this kind of petty behavior.
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Xiao Ziwu knelt down, exhausted. His trembling hands seemed unable to grip the sword hilt. Only when the long sword was stuck into the ground could he barely support his weary body.
Even though it was already winter, large beads of sweat dripped down his sharply defined jawline, soaking his brocade clothes as if they had been immersed in water.
"Why are you training so hard today?" a strong voice rang out. "I've told you before, martial arts training emphasizes gradual progress and avoids being reckless."
They worked without stopping for two hours.
Is this sword practice? This is clearly self-torture!
He was panting heavily and called out softly, "Master."
He couldn't describe the feeling. The moment he saw the fragments of the portrait scattered all over the ground, he felt as if his heart was being gripped and squeezed by a mad beast with its claws!
These past few days, only by desperately swinging my sword can I get a moment's relief, so that it's not so unbearable.
His pupils seemed unfocused, fixed on a single point, while his peripheral vision scattered in all directions, and his voice was barely audible.
"I failed to protect it."
Just like how we failed to protect our fortune and prosperity in the first place.
She, which "she"?
Seeing his distress, Duan Ximu felt a sense of relief, thinking that he resembled himself when he first fell in love. "My precious disciple has finally seen the light!" she exclaimed.
Duan Ximu had always thought he was good in every way, except that he lacked a sense of humanity.
Silent in the face of worldly affairs, indifferent to human relationships, like an exquisite but emotionless and desireless jade sculpture.
Duan Ximu sneaked into the palace to find him when he was still young. His mother, Princess Huifei of the previous dynasty, was the benefactor who saved Duan Ximu's life.
I only regret that I learned of my benefactor's death too late, and that I couldn't return in time to see him one last time before they were separated forever. Fortunately, my benefactor left behind only one heir, giving me a reason to repay his kindness!
Xiao Ziwu was in a difficult situation in the palace, so Duan Ximu secretly helped him and taught him martial arts so that he would have more ways to protect himself and not be mistreated by those servants, or be beaten and scolded as a punching bag.
His indifferent and uncompetitive attitude led to repeated humiliations at the hands of the Second Prince over the years. He was only saved by Duan Ximu teaching him martial arts, which improved his physique; otherwise, he would have died long ago.
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