"Mother!" Jiang Yuyao suddenly rushed in, the golden phoenix hairpin in her hair askew, "The carriage back home is ready!"
Xu slowly put on her armor. "Why rush? Young Master Qi is just about to paint a small portrait of Song'er." She tapped the jade paper on the table with her fingertips. "How about using the conch ink we sent in the other day?"
Jiang Yuyao stared at the box of incense burnt with pearls, worth more than gold. Suddenly, she grabbed the ink chrysanthemum painting and tore it to pieces. "How could such rubbish be worthy of such a piece of junk?" Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly yanked up by the back of her collar. Qi Rui tossed her to the guards like a chicken and said, "Send Miss Jiang to the side courtyard to sober up."
On the carriage back home, Jiang Songyi gazed out the window at the darkening sky. Madam Xu suddenly spoke, "Can you see clearly today?" She turned, seeing the last rays of sunlight reflected in her mother's eyes. "Some people, even if they wear phoenix robes, cannot become a phoenix. But you..." The gilded armor gently stroked her temples. "You were born to stand on the clouds."
Mrs. Qi saw Mrs. Xu, the wife of the Marquis of Yongding, in the garden of the Marquis of Yongchang's mansion from afar. She was a little surprised and hurriedly took her son Qi Rui through the corridor to the hexagonal pavilion.
Jiang Songyi was leaning against the vermilion railing, watching the excitement, waving a round fan embroidered with gold thread intermittently. Jiang Yuyao, wearing a bright red satin dress adorned with gold embroidery, looked as if she were the bride getting married. The commotion drew many guests' gazes, and even the maids carrying fruit trays didn't dare approach.
"But the Marquis's wife and Princess Jiaqing are here?"
Madam Qi's gentle voice brought Jiang Songyi back to her senses, and she noticed that a mother and son had suddenly appeared beside her. The young man, wearing a navy satin gown and a mutton-fat jade fish pendant at his waist, appeared to be a refined and elegant person, but his eyes kept wandering to his mother.
Xu gently tugged at her daughter's sleeve and said, "This is Mrs. Qi, the wife of the Minister of Works, and this is Mr. Qi, your cousin Qing Mo's fiancé."
Qi Rui bowed, and Jiang Songyi clearly noticed his gaze lingering for a moment on the front of her mother's brocade jacket. She recalled the rumors of his affair with her wet nurse in her past life, and a wave of nausea welled up in her stomach. She deliberately thrust the fan into her mother's hands, "The sun is scorching, mother, take good care of it."
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