Jiang Songyi stepped forward to defend herself. Upon hearing this, Liao Qianqian's eyes suddenly filled with endless gratitude. "Yes, Sister Songyi knows me very well. How could I do such a thing as stealing? Sister Yuyao, how could you be so cruel and heartless?"
Jiang Songyi felt a sense of sarcasm in her heart. In the past, Liao Qianqian had always been by her side, and she had selflessly shared everything with her, but Liao Qianqian had taken it for granted and never expressed a single ounce of gratitude.
But now, she just said a few words to defend her casually, and she burst into tears of gratitude. It's really sad.
Jiang Yuyao was practically fuming at Liao Qianqian's words and actions, but Liao Qianqian was unwilling to take the blame, so she could only bite the bullet and try to smooth things over: "Perhaps I made a mistake in judgment. This pair of hairpins is not the one bestowed upon you by the Imperial Concubine. I will personally deliver your hairpins to you within two days. You can give this pair to the servants."
However, Liao Qianqian stared at Jiang Yuyao in shock, "Sister Yuyao, didn't you just say..."
Wasn’t it a gift from the Imperial Concubine?
Jiang Yuyao shot a cold gaze at her, and the chill made Liao Qianqian shut her mouth involuntarily.
The old lady took in all these subtle changes but said nothing.
Jiang Yuyao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that her grandmother still favored her after all.
As usual, she supported the old lady intimately and said softly and concernedly, "Grandma, it's chilly today. Why don't you warm up a hot water bottle to keep the cold away?"
However, the old lady reached out and pulled Jiang Songyi to her side, blocking Jiang Yuyao's figure, and said gently: "Songyi, come here. Yuyao, you and Qingzhi will ride in the same carriage."
Jiang Yuyao's smile froze slightly.
When she turned around, Hao Qingzhi seemed not to have seen her. She chatted with her two sisters and got on the carriage first.
Jiang Yuyao's gaze grew increasingly cold.
How dare these chess pieces, who had been abandoned by their father, ignore her like this!
Even if they managed to save their lives temporarily, what good would it do? Once her father dealt with Jiang Shu and her mother returned to the Duke of Huguo's residence, those who had usurped her identity would all meet their doom!
…
The vermilion gate of the Marquis' Mansion slowly opened, and the luxurious carriage slowly drove out.
Jiang Songyi always had a feeling in his heart that the old lady's attitude towards Jiang Yuyao no longer seemed as obviously partial and close as in her previous life.
Is it because in this life, there is no such willful and disruptive behavior by her that Jiang Yuyao's knowledge and good manners are more prominent?
The old lady's eyes suddenly fell on Yue Qingyang, who was silent beside Jiang Songyi. Her brows knitted slightly, and her tone was filled with dissatisfaction: "Songyi, why would your mother choose such an ugly maid for you?"
These maids usually do heavy work in the kitchen or laundry room. How could they dare to be sent to serve their masters? Aren't they afraid of angering their masters?
Jiang Songyi glanced at Yue Qingyang, who was enduring the embarrassment beside her, and couldn't help but smile. "Grandma, her face is just swollen due to peach blossom moss. She only needs a few days of recuperation and her appearance will be restored."
[Hahaha, whether in the past life or this life, this is probably the first time Yue Qingyang has been called an ugly maid.]
The teacup in the old lady's hand trembled slightly, and the tea spilled out.
Fearing that Jiang Songyi would become suspicious, she quickly added, "This carriage is indeed too bumpy."
[It's been so bumpy before we even left the city. Sigh, hand tremors are a common problem among the elderly. It's common sense that people get sick more often as they age.]
The old lady sipped her tea, took a deep breath, and secretly looked at Yue Qingyang standing beside Jiang Songyi, a trace of the vicissitudes of life flashing in her eyes. If she hadn't heard Jiang Songyi's inner voice, she would hardly have recognized that the person in front of her was the Dongling hostage.
What was Jiang Songyi's intention in asking him to conceal his identity and follow her?
The old lady felt that her granddaughter was not only daring but also rebellious. "Since this maid is unwell, why not let her stay in the mansion to recuperate? Bringing her to the Buddha? Aren't you afraid of offending the gods?"
Jiang Songyi responded casually: "The Buddha is merciful and will not mind. Qingyang also hopes to pay homage to the Buddha and pray for peace."
Rong'en Temple isn't a proper Buddhist sanctuary, so even if it's violated, it's not a big deal. How can I send Yue Qingyang back? Isn't he partial to the crabapple blossoms on the hillside behind Rong'en Temple? That's the burial place I carefully selected for him.
Thinking of what he had planned today, Jiang Songyi was secretly delighted.
She recalled the storybooks her master had given her. In those stories, Yue Qingyang was nothing more than a future tyrant and villain. She had no interest in using love to influence him like the heroines in those stories. She didn't care what tragic past he had; that could be left to the King of Hell to judge.
She had no intention of reforming others, she just wanted to save them.
The old lady was disturbed by Jiang Songyi's inner voice.
Her granddaughter is so brave, it's amazing!
Although Yue Qingyang, the hostage, was treated like a piece of trash in the palace and was trampled upon by others, he was still a hostage of Dongling after all. If he died in Dongling, it would probably give Dongling a reason to raise an army.
Furthermore, supervising Yue Qingyang was the task assigned by the emperor to the Yongding Marquis' Mansion. If Yue Qingyang died, the Yongding Marquis' Mansion would find it difficult to absolve itself of responsibility.
The old lady knew in her heart that she must try to prevent the impending disaster.
“Cough cough cough…”
Suddenly, the old lady began to cough violently. She held her chest tightly, as if she had difficulty breathing.
Aunt Xi immediately panicked, "Madam, what's wrong with you?"
But after carefully checking the old lady's pulse, he found that her pulse was unusually steady.
Nanny Xi decisively ordered, "Driver, turn around and return to the mansion immediately!"
Jiang Songyi firmly opposed: [Absolutely not! ]
How can we go back so easily? If so, how can I get rid of Yue Qingyang? If I don't kill him today, he will lead his army to break through Yulong Pass and march into Jindu. I absolutely do not want to spend the rest of my life as a traitor to my country!
The old lady's cough gradually subsided, but her heart was in turmoil.
She secretly glanced at Yue Qingyang, who was tall and thin, standing beside her. How could this Dongling proton who had been imprisoned for many years actually have such amazing strength hidden?
It turns out that Jiang Songyi's thoughts of the country's destruction and the family's ruin were actually related to this person!
Well, why not get rid of him first?
"Grandma, during the years I was wandering outside, I was fortunate to follow my master and have some understanding of medicine. If you are feeling unwell somewhere, how about I give you acupuncture?" Jiang Songyi said as she took off the silver hairpin on her head.
Aunt Xi frowned, "Miss, please don't do anything reckless."
The old lady looked at the thick silver hairpin, and her eyelids twitched involuntarily. "It's okay, maybe she just choked while drinking water. She's fine now."
She was really worried that Jiang Songyi would take the opportunity to harm her.
Jiang Songyi was slightly disappointed. "Really? Grandma's health is more important."
[Actually, I really want to poke a few needles into her eyes. After all, she was so blind in her previous life and only knew how to favor Jiang Yuyao.]
The old lady's eyelids kept twitching. "Buddha is merciful and will surely protect grandma."
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