Chapter 13 Are you blind?
The lotus-root colored jacket was embroidered with begonia-red lace, and the matching strapless top underneath revealed a section of her delicate collarbone, making her neck appear even longer and more slender.
Paired with a lilac-purple pleated skirt with scrollwork patterns, it accentuated her delicate features, making her look elegant yet noble.
It's as if I've become a completely different person from the drab and drab version of myself I remember.
Song Yi felt a little uncomfortable, tugging at the hem of her skirt and looking at herself from left to right, asking her daughter uncertainly, "Does this really look good?"
Li Nanke nodded emphatically.
"Of course, Mother is the most beautiful person in the world."
Song Yi was amused, and the slight discomfort she felt dissipated considerably.
Mrs. Qian was very dissatisfied.
“The young lady is young and mischievous. How can the young master’s wife indulge her? She doesn’t understand the principle that clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse. Don’t you understand that either?”
"You're dressed so frivolously; people will laugh at you, and the master and mistress will be gossiped about behind their backs."
Song Yi looked anxious and at a loss.
Madam Qian was secretly pleased, thinking to herself that the young master's wife had always been soft-hearted and could be easily manipulated by her.
He raised his chin and continued to scare Song Yi.
"If the Crown Prince's wife dresses frivolously and flamboyantly when she returns to her parents' home, she will inevitably be labeled as promiscuous, and the young lady's reputation will also be damaged. How will she find a husband in the future?"
Song Yi's face paled. "I... I'd better change back into my previous clothes."
Mrs. Qian smiled with satisfaction.
"That's more like it."
Li Nanke grabbed Song Yi, who was about to go behind the screen to change her clothes.
"Mom, come here for a moment."
Madam Qian frowned and walked over, looking down at her, and asked, "What does the young lady want to say?"
Li Nanke beckoned her with his finger, gesturing for her to bend over.
Mrs. Qian was impatient and gave a perfunctory bow.
"Girl, just say what you want to say... Ah! Cough cough cough... It hurts!"
Li Nanke kicked his legs and climbed onto the armchair in one go.
He grabbed the teapot from the table, opened the lid, and splashed a pot of tea all over his face.
The whole process was extremely efficient and completed in one go!
Caught off guard, Mrs. Qian was splashed with tea all over her face.
The tea had just been brewed and brought in by the maid; it was still steaming hot, and it scalded Qian Mama, causing her to scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Hot tea flowed down his face and into his mouth, choking him and causing him to cough repeatedly. He instinctively reached out to hit Li Nanke.
Song Yi instinctively picked up Li Nanke and took two steps back, her brows slightly furrowed.
"You silly child, why are you throwing money at your mother like that?"
Mrs. Qian frantically wiped the tea off her face, which was scalded red and still had a few tea leaves clinging to it. She looked utterly disheveled.
He kept shouting and arguing.
“I have no face to live. I have served my master my whole life, and yet I am insulted like this by the young master. I would rather kill myself.”
He then made a move as if to smash his head against the wall.
"Mom doesn't want the money."
Song Yi was so anxious that she tried to pull Qian's mother away, but Li Nanke held her arm tightly.
"Mother, don't worry. Qian Mama doesn't really want to kill herself. She's just threatening you. Have you ever seen anyone who really wants to die give advance warning through singing and dancing?"
The tears welling up in Song Yi's eyes stopped abruptly.
Her tear-streaked eyelashes trembled. She looked down at Li Nanke, then at Qian Mama, whose expression was ferocious.
My muddled mind cleared up a little.
Yeah, who would give advance notice if they really wanted to die?
In the past, when she disagreed with Qian's mother, Qian's mother would always cry and wail, saying that she might as well kill herself.
You've shouted so many times, but it seems like you've never actually crashed into anything.
When Qian's mother saw that Song Yi did not give in as usual and try to coax her, a sinister glint flashed in her eyes.
They didn't dare to actually run and bang their heads against the wall, since no one was stopping them.
All she could do was cry and wail in frustration.
"What did I do wrong that you would throw hot tea at me?"
Li Nanke wore an innocent smile.
"Are you blind, Mom? Ke'er just wants to cleanse your eyes."
"My eyesight is perfectly fine, how could I be blind?"
Li Nanke pointed her little finger at Song Yi's clothes.
"If Aunt Qian isn't blind, how could she think that Mother looks good in brown and ochre? Those are colors that people in their forties or fifties wear."
If Madam Qian wasn't blind, how could she have thought that Mother was frivolous wearing such brightly colored clothes?
"Open your eyes and look! How beautiful your mother looks dressed like this! You insist on lying through your teeth. What is this if not lying?"
Money Mom...
"I've heard that hot tea is good for the eyes, and I meant well. Does Aunt Qian think your eyes are a little brighter now?"
Show your ass.
Mrs. Qian wanted to unleash a torrent of abuse, but seeing Li Nanke's "If this isn't enough, I'll have another pot" attitude, she swallowed back the curses that were on the tip of her tongue.
He could only cover his burning face and mumble, "It is...it is indeed brighter."
"Then take a good look at your mother's clothes. Do they look nice? Or are they frivolous and dissolute?"
The two words were practically squeezed out of Qian's back teeth.
"nice."
Li Nanke clapped her little hands, laughing especially happily.
"Mom, look! Washing your eyes with hot tea really works! Aunt Qian isn't blind anymore."
Mrs. Qian was so angry she almost vomited blood.
Of course she knew that Song Yi looked better in bright clothes, but over the years, Madam Song's task for her was to suppress Song Yi and make her dress up as ugly as possible.
Over the years, under her guidance, Song Yi's style of dressing has become increasingly old-fashioned.
What should have been an easy task turned into a complete disaster today?
I have no idea what's wrong with that brat Li Nanke.
Mrs. Qian sat down on the ground, slapped her legs, and burst into tears.
“When the Crown Prince’s wife was five years old, I came to serve you. Over the years, I have worked hard even if I haven’t done anything particularly meritorious.”
"The Crown Prince's wife and young lady are disgusted with me because I'm old and useless, so they let the young lady torment me like this."
Since Song Yi was a child, Qian's mother has been by Song Yi's side, and Song Yi has become accustomed to relying on Qian's mother.
When Qian's mother started crying, Song Yi was at a loss. Just as she was about to say something, she felt her daughter grab her hand again.
This is the third time her daughter has grabbed her today.
Thinking back on what has happened from yesterday until now, every word my daughter said and every action she took had a purpose.
A thought struck her, but she pursed her lips and remained silent.
Seeing that her mother didn't speak, Li Nanke couldn't help but smile, her eyes crinkling.
Although her mother was gentle, she truly loved and trusted her.
“Mom Qian is indeed getting old, and her eyesight is not good anymore. She is no longer suitable to serve Mother.”
I think Sister Zilan is quite nice, Mother. Let's take Sister Zilan back to the Song family today.
After saying that, he took Song Yi's hand and went out the door.
Upon hearing the sound, Zilan, who was standing under the eaves, quickly came out and solemnly bowed to Li Nanke and Song Yi.
"This servant will have someone prepare the carriage immediately."
The mother and daughter left without paying any attention to the mother who was still crying on the ground.
Mrs. Qian's heart skipped a beat, and she scrambled to her feet and chased after him to the porch.
Seeing Li Nanke pick a blooming peony and pin it to Song Yi's temple, then turn and glance at her.
With a serious expression, she said, "I heard that burns can easily ruin your face if you don't take good care of them, making you look older. Mom, you should stay home and take good care of your face these next few days."
Mrs. Qian nearly fainted.
Li Nanke smiled and took Song Yi's hand as they went out.
This is just the beginning!
Qian's mother has bullied my mother for so many years and has done too many bad things behind my mother's back.
She was determined to get everything back for her mother, bit by bit!
On the carriage heading to the Song family's house.
Song Yi held her daughter and pondered the events of the moment for a while before asking, "Ke'er, do you really think the clothes in Mother's wardrobe are unattractive?"
Li Nanke held her arm and nodded earnestly.
She even reached out her little hand to touch her face and said, "Of course, Mother is only twenty-six years old this year, which is the most beautiful age."
My mother's body is soft and fragrant, and her face is fair and clean. She should wear bright colors to look elegant and beautiful.
Wearing those dark brown or tan colors will only make a person look sallow and old.
Song Yi's willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed into a "川" shape.
Why did Aunt Qian say those colors were dignified and elegant?
This was completely different from the ideas she had been taught since childhood, and she found it difficult to accept at first.
Li Nanke bluntly told you, "That's Qian Mama lying to you."
Song Yi was so shocked that her mouth dropped open.
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