At that moment, Granny Li came in carrying a tray.
The tray held hangover remedies, liver-nourishing soup, and ginseng soup.
Ding put down her Buddhist beads and went to get various kinds of soup, which she then fed to Bai Qingzhou.
Poor Fengchu, he had already drunk a bellyful of wine, and now he had to drink a bellyful of soup, but in order to please his mother, he still held his nose and drank it.
After finishing his drink, he asked cautiously, "Mother, I have a small request."
Madam Ding smiled and said, "Just tell me, I'll help you as long as it's within my power."
Bai Qingzhou secretly tucked his fingers together. "For the next ten days, I may be busy studying with the Master. Could you... perhaps avoid seeing Mianmian for these ten days?"
Upon hearing this, Ding's smile faded by half. "Ha, I thought it was something serious. Turns out you're just afraid I'll bully your concubine. What, in your eyes, am I such a vicious person? If I were even slightly vicious, I wouldn't have let you bring her back in the first place."
Bai Qingzhou explained with a pale face, "Mother, please calm down. I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again."
Mrs. Ding felt sorry for him and said, "Never mind, you didn't sleep well last night, did you? Go back and rest."
Bai Qingzhou knew that his mother had agreed to his request, so he smiled and said, "Yes, Mother, you should rest early too."
Afterwards, Bai Qingzhou left the main courtyard.
When Granny Li brought the young master back, she saw that the madam was still grinding Buddhist prayer beads, and asked, "Why isn't the madam resting yet? Is something... on your mind?"
Ding glanced at the doorway and sighed softly, "Since just now, I've been thinking, how wonderful it would be if Yin Jin could also be liked by Qing Zhou? Or, if Shen Shi wasn't a prostitute, but came from a better background, even if she was just the daughter of an ordinary minor official, that would be good too."
Granny Li understood what the lady was thinking and felt regretful, but she still comforted her, "I think this is the best arrangement."
Ms. Ding asked, puzzled, "Why?"
Granny Li chuckled, “Think about it, why does the young master like Madam Shen? She speaks softly and is always humble and submissive. Not to mention the young master, even I, as a servant, can’t get angry when I see the gentle Madam Shen. The young mistress is a scholarly and talented woman, how could she lower herself to say such sweet words? The young mistress also needs to be coaxed. Madam, would you want the young master, a dignified man, to coax a woman?”
Ding suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly, "That's right! You're right, the most important thing is that Qingzhou is in a good mood. My Qingzhou can't be coaxed like that by women! Ayuan, you're so insightful."
...
Peony Courtyard.
Jiang Yinjin was also very surprised after hearing what Hanrong said. "The Crown Prince managed to get the Minister of Rites through Minister Liu and Academician Ma of the Ministry of Revenue?"
Hanrong nodded emphatically, "Yes, it's absolutely true, if what the young master said is true."
Jiang Yinjin was stunned—everything was different again! Since her rebirth, everything had changed. Not only had the Shen family changed, but even the heir had changed?
In her previous life, the prince was clearly unambitious and indulged the lewd horse's misdeeds. Even though she and the lewd horse had no direct conflict, every time they met, the lewd horse would flaunt her power in front of her and even asked her to take the initiative to divorce him and pursue her so-called love.
The two later moved out of the Marquis's mansion and went sightseeing. The skinny woman also lost a lot of money in business, and the Marquis's mansion became increasingly indebted.
After her rebirth, the slender horse was no longer arrogant and domineering, no longer uttering those earth-shattering words. Even the young master started to become more ambitious?
This sudden change made her feel unfamiliar and confused.
She thought that she had been reborn and would slowly torment that hateful opponent, but she found that her opponent seemed to have changed.
She couldn't reconcile the prince and the young woman in this life with the prince and the young woman in the previous life; even if she were to truly seek revenge, she wouldn't feel any satisfaction.
Jiang Yinjin suddenly froze, then shook her head violently—no! She shouldn't doubt herself. The resentment from her previous life was still vivid in her mind; how could she waver in this one? An enemy is an enemy!
If she doesn't seek revenge because of their changes, what was the point of her tragic death in her previous life? Wouldn't her rebirth become a joke?
Even if we take a step back and assume that the two of them didn't provoke her in this life, the humiliation of their wedding and the shame they brought upon the Jiang family is an undeniable fact.
Jiang Yinjin raised her head and looked at Hanrong with a sinister gaze, "Any other news?"
When Hanrong saw that the usually dignified and gentle young mistress now had a cold look in her eyes, she felt a chill run down her spine and said in a trembling voice, "...Reporting to the young mistress, it's nothing. I have told you everything I heard."
Jiang Yinjin said coldly, "First Snow, see the guest out."
"Yes, young mistress." Chu Xue took out the prepared purse and stuffed the silver into Han Rong's hand as she saw her out.
A short while later,
Hanrong left the Peony Courtyard and silently walked back.
Recalling the young mistress's cold expression, a chill ran down his spine, and the silver in his hand felt icy cold.
She sighed softly—who could believe that the young mistress, who presented herself as virtuous and gentle in public, was actually shrewd and calculating? And Aunt Shen, who should have been shrewd and calculating, was instead carefree, easygoing, and generous.
Hanrong still can't understand why Aunt Shen said such harsh words on the day she asked for help.
She was in a hurry at the time and didn't think too much about it, but after she calmed down, she found it increasingly strange.
...
Meigetsuin.
When Bai Qingzhou returned, he found that Mianmian was still awake, sitting at the table looking at some papers.
"I'm back."
"Ah? You're back." Chen Mianmian turned her head and said with a smile.
Bai Qingzhou walked over. "You were waiting for me? Didn't I just tell you not to wait and to get some rest?"
Chen Mianmian raised an eyebrow. "Does Your Highness want to hear sweet words, or the truth?"
"Listen to everything." Bai Qingzhou took the strange painting from the woman's hand and began to examine it.
Chen Mianmian smiled and said, "Sweet words are: I knew that the young master would definitely return here first. Since I knew this in advance, I naturally had to wait for the young master."
Bai Qingzhou shifted her gaze from the painting to the woman, her eyes filled with grievance. "Is this sweet talk? Isn't it the truth?"
“Uh…” Shen Mianmian gently scratched her cheek, “It seems to be the truth.”
Bai Qingzhou pursed her lips unhappily. "Since this is the truth, then the truth before must have been unpleasant. I'm not listening to it anymore."
"No way!" Chen Mianmian laughed, turning around to hug the boy's waist. "It's not bad, I promise it's not bad. I want to ask you if you can help me find someone to run errands, I want to make mahjong tiles drawn on paper."
Bai Qingzhou gently pushed her away, "Don't hug me, I smell of alcohol."
"So what if it smells bad?" The boy's fragrance, mixed with a faint scent of alcohol, created a striking yet discordant aroma. This subtle contrast is sometimes what makes it so captivating.
Seeing that she didn't dislike it, Bai Qingzhou didn't stop her from hugging him; he liked the feeling of her clinging to him.
He even wondered if she would idolize him and cling to him even more if he passed the imperial examination.
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