Chapter 59
Many people have seen it
After following Madam Liu for these years and using all sorts of tricks in secret, she did get some money and benefits, and lived like a fish in water.
but.
The real big share was not given to her, as it was held tightly in the hands of Madam Liu, and it is likely that her son will not get it in the future.
Besides.
No matter how much money you have, it is not as important as your descendants being freed from slavery and having a good future.
This is a great thing that will bring honor to the family for generations to come!
at this point.
Nanny Liu couldn't help her, and Madam Song wouldn't help her either!
If her descendants could read and write, even if they had no chance to take the imperial examinations in the future, being able to serve the young masters closely would be a very honorable job.
"Miss, should we also nominate a lady to be the manager of our courtyard?"
Shu Yun glanced at the simple courtyard and asked Jiang Zhaoying softly.
Jiang Zhaoying glanced at Aunt Yu.
Aunt Yu quickly pricked up her ears.
"There is nothing suitable at the moment, let's take a look."
Aunt Yu’s thoughts began to stir.
It is true that Jiang Zhaoying is not favored, but she is rich and has a strong temper, so she can keep things under control.
Madam Song and the Crown Prince are sinister enough, but they haven't been able to benefit from her until now!
Not to mention Shu Yun and Shu Yu.
They are the ones called Ah Si and Ah Wu. They all wear fine silk and gold hairpins on their heads.
What does this indicate?
This shows that Jiang Zhaoying treats her servants well, so following Jiang Zhaoying is truly profitable and comfortable.
Jiang Zhaoying led the maids back to the house. Shu Yu opened the window and turned to speak.
"Miss, I want the new butterfly hairpin from Linglong Pavilion."
"Aren't you in charge of the money? Ask them to bring a few more sets of good stuff over, and you can just pick the ones you like."
The maids' happy laughter came from the room, and Aunt Yu was shocked when she heard it.
Everything that came out of Linglong Pavilion was extremely expensive, ranging from a few hundred taels to tens of thousands of taels. Jiang Zhaoying was surprisingly generous enough to let the maid pick whatever she wanted.
They had to rack their brains every time to get that little bit of money, but the maids here could buy anything as long as they asked.
Aunt Yu felt like a hand was scratching her chest, making her heart beat wildly.
Gritted his teeth.
She turned back into the house and stepped forward and bowed.
"Madam, I have something to tell you, but I don't know if it will be helpful to you."
Jiang Zhaoying smiled, and Shu Yun handed her a lucky bag. Aunt Yu weighed it in her hand and was shocked to find that there were at least fifty taels of silver in it.
This made Aunt Yu very excited. So this is how the Crown Prince's wife rewards her servants?
"The deficit in the mansion is not only because we have to support Empress Song, the prince, and the princess. Remember..."
Aunt Yu looked at Jiang Zhaoying, smiled, and stopped talking at the right time.
Shu Yun looked at her shameless behavior with contempt in her heart, but still smiled and stuffed another silver note into her hand.
When Aunt Yu took a look, it turned out to be one hundred taels.
So he no longer dared to play tricks and hurried forward and said.
"But I am just guessing and cannot guarantee its authenticity. A year ago, the border was always harassed by those tribes and conflicts often occurred. The emperor ordered people to prepare a lot of supplies and send them to care for the soldiers over there and encourage their morale. Empress Song took on this task for the prince, and the supplies... were personally escorted by our prince."
"When I left, I was very happy. Madam even said that if he returned with merit, the Emperor might let him take over the position of Marquis. But for some reason, when the prince came back two months later, I felt something was wrong. He came back late at night, and it took more than ten days to report to the palace. During that time, Madam and the prince were very mysterious, and her face was not looking good. She would lose her temper easily, until... until three months later, when things slowly got better. Then Madam started to arrange the prince's marriage."
"besides……"
Seeing Jiang Zhaoying's eyes gradually warming up, Aunt Yu knew that she had made the right bet and continued.
"I remember that night I went to look for my sister. My sister is Aunt Liu, and I am her sister-in-law. But my sister stopped me. I heard the sound of something being thrown inside. It seemed that it was the head of the Song clan, but I didn't know what he was talking about."
Because the relationship between the Song clan leader and the Song family has always been very good, she didn't think much about it at the time and just thought it was a trivial matter in the clan.
Jiang Zhaoying's eyes were filled with smiles. She took off the bracelet on her hand and handed it to Aunt Yu.
"I also want to know more about the affairs of the mansion. There is not a penny here, and no family would hand it over like this."
“That’s exactly the truth.”
Aunt Yu thought that she had only gambled and stayed, but she got so much money. She was surprised and happy for a moment.
It seems the rumors are true.
This Miss Jiang is indeed very wealthy, with more money than she can spend. No wonder the ladies' eyes are all on Jiang Zhaoying.
Her eyes drifted towards Jiang Zhaoying's arms intentionally or unintentionally. It would be perfect if she was willing to give her the letter of recommendation.
Even if Nanny Liu discovered that she had betrayed her and blamed her, she would be able to refute her firmly.
But.
Jiang Zhaoying did not mention the recommendation letter at all, but slowly stood up and said.
"The wound on my body hasn't healed yet. It hurts and itches. I need to apply medicine. Shuyun, please accompany Aunt Yu to eat something."
There was some disappointment in Aunt Yu's eyes, but she didn't know what to say. When Shu Yun came over with a smile, Aunt Yu waved her hand hurriedly.
"No need, no need. I have been bothering you for a long time. It is time to go back to work. Madam, don't worry. If my sister asks, I know what to say."
"Yes." Jiang Zhaoying looked at her. "I have your indenture. Maybe one day, I can consider returning her to you."
Aunt Yu's eyes suddenly widened, and she was so excited that she didn't know how to react.
This is a huge benefit and a great gift!
This, this, this...
Jiang Zhaoying didn't say anything more to her, turned around and walked towards the side room. After she sat down, Shu Yu came in and said that Aunt Yu had left. An inexplicable sneer appeared on Jiang Zhaoying's face.
With her connivance, the corruption in this mansion will only become more and more serious, and the Song Mansion will be completely destroyed without any trace.
"Shuyun, you guys draw up a guest list, and then find a suitable day to hold the party."
We must let all the noble families in the capital come and see what the Song Mansion is like and what kind of rotten hearts the people in the Song Mansion have.
What you hear is always false, what you see is true.
"Now that the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, let Ah Si and the others go back to the Jiang Mansion and borrow all the chrysanthemums in my yard, and also bring all the ones from my brother."
"Okay, the servants will do it right away."
Shu Yun and Shu Yu immediately set about taking care of these matters.
Come back later.
They chose a courtyard with a wide view, lots of sunshine, and no one living there, called Tianqing Courtyard. The date was set for the day after tomorrow. Then everyone would leave the mansion and go to the Jiang Mansion to borrow chrysanthemums, and also gather all the chrysanthemums from the Song Mansion.
When Song Mingji and Song Qinghuan saw Jiang Zhaoying's people coming, they thought they were bringing them something, but it turned out that they had taken away all the chrysanthemums in their yard.
It didn't stop until it was getting dark.
They were so angry that they quarreled with Mrs. Song for a long time, which gave Mrs. Song a headache.
but.
After some questioning, I learned that she was preparing for the flower-viewing banquet, so I didn't say anything and let them get busy.
But she and Matron Liu discussed for a long time but could not come up with a good idea for Song Qinghuan's clothes and jewelry, so she had to send someone into the palace to ask Empress Song for a few sets to use first.
After the meal.
Aunt Yu came in and handed a letter to Mrs. Song.
When Mrs. Song opened the letter, her eyes lit up at first, then she became angry and threw it to the ground.
The letter was written by Patriarch Song, inviting her to watch the moon at the back mountain of Da'en Temple.
Speaking of which.
They haven't had a good reunion for a while, especially after the incident at the Song Mansion, it was not convenient for everyone to meet privately. Mrs. Song thought of the head of the Song clan and his wife and children, and the grievance in her eyes welled up.
"Ma'am, are you going?"
Nanny Liu asked softly, and Madam Song walked to the window and looked at the scenery in the garden. She nodded after a while.
Of course she had to go. She had to ask Patriarch Song for some money. As for her private vault, she couldn't touch it at all. It was her stuff.
Aunt Yu blinked, turned around and walked out.
It won't take long.
She heard the voice of Madam Liu instructing the servants to bathe, change clothes and dress the lady.
In the dark place.
Si Nan's figure disappeared immediately and he retreated back to Jiang Zhaoying's room. After he finished speaking, Jiang Zhaoying raised her eyebrows.
"Today, Da En Temple is distributing marriage bags. It was very lively in previous years, and this year should be no different."
Young ladies from wealthy families would go there, and so would children from common families, and many parents would also go there with their children.
It may even become a good story that a marriage proposal is chosen because of a chance encounter.
"Miss, Madam Song will definitely go, but will Patriarch Song go?"
She is so old, yet she still appreciates the moon. Shu Yun always feels that the young lady's excuse is a bit panic.
Jiang Zhaoying smiled.
"It's useful whether you go or not."
It's just that it would be more useful if they went, and not going would only make their misunderstandings deepen. In short, it wouldn't be easy for them.
"Let's go."
Leaving Shu Yun and Shu Yu in the yard, Jiang Zhaoying and Feicui dressed up as men, and Si Nan dressed up as a woman, and then the three of them went out from the backyard.
He also arrived at Da'en Temple at the same time as Mrs. Song.
The capital city at night is truly ablaze with lights. The moonlight seems to merge with the glass lamps, and there are lively lights and shadows everywhere. The vendors are hawking their wares enthusiastically, and there are a dazzling array of all kinds of small items. Young boys and girls are walking back and forth in the Da'en Temple, and there are also groups of young ladies, young masters, and ladies from wealthy families walking around.
"Miss, the scenery at the back of the mountain is particularly beautiful, and I heard that if you pray to the moon there, your prayers will really come true."
The male Feicui spoke softly to the female Sinan, and then they gathered together and bit their ears, as if afraid that others would hear them, and then hurriedly ran towards the back mountain.
Several people around them heard their conversation, so after discussing it quietly, they turned around and went to the back mountain.
then.
Many people rushed to the back of the mountain.
In the open space at the back of the mountain, the moonlight was scattered, making the surroundings look elegantly white like frost.
Madam Song pressed the Song clan leader against a big rock, and while gnawing on him she put her hand into his clothes. The Song clan leader felt like he was thrown into a frying pan, which made him extremely uncomfortable and he couldn't wait to cooperate.
"Su Xin, I had no choice but to do that. Don't blame me."
"I don't blame you, but who can I blame? You have no conscience and let my son die. How could you do this to us?"
Mrs. Song's nails dug into the flesh of Patriarch Song. Patriarch Song groaned in pain, guilt flashed in his eyes, and he hugged Mrs. Song tightly and bit her.
"That was just a temporary solution. I have my own way to save him, but things needed to change at the time, and with so many eyes watching, I couldn't do anything."
"Mr. Song, you really deserve me. Aren't you blind to see how much I have sacrificed for you? Have you fallen in love with her?"
Thinking about how Song Bozong was with his wife day and night, Mrs. Song felt as if her heart was burning with discomfort.
While blaming Patriarch Song, she also tried her best to seduce him, making him very excited and unable to help but merge with her.
A comfortable sigh escaped from each other's lips and they hugged each other tightly, moving up and down in unison.
Dark place.
One figure after another climbed up breathlessly.
I haven't recovered yet.
I was stunned by the fiery scene that was vaguely visible in the moonlight.
All at once, his face was flushed, his heart was beating, his blood was boiling... and the entire mountain area was burning with heat.
Although.
There was a large rock blocking most of their bodies, but the sounds of their swaying, breathing, and talking should still be audible.
There was silence all around, with only the sounds of their breathing and lips touching each other.
Feicui stepped forward and gently squeezed Jiang Zhaoying's hand.
Jiang Zhaoying nodded, and then the three of them slowly retreated and hid behind a big tree nearby.
because.
They saw it.
Patriarch Song's wife Zhao Yurou and son Song Yanfeng had already stood at the front of the team. They were stiff and shivering all over. Everyone saw that Mrs. Song's long legs were hooked around Patriarch Song's waist.
Jiang Zhaoying looked at the clan leader's wife with great interest. She wanted to see how long this lady would endure.
She had always known that her husband and Mrs. Song were in love, but for the sake of her son and daughter, she chose to endure it.
"When will you marry me? I've been waiting for you for twenty years."
As soon as Mrs. Song said this, the clan leader's wife lowered the gauze curtain on her hat and turned around.
"It's cold here, not suitable for moon-viewing. Please leave."
In fact.
Only the clan leader's wife herself knew how hard it was for her to endure at this moment, how fiercely the tears in her eyes were falling, and how violently her body was shaking.
The ladies naturally knew that it was not appropriate to participate in such matters, so they hurriedly took their children away.
"This is too wild. This is a Buddhist place. They must be a wild pair of mandarin ducks. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so selfless."
"Did you guys figure out who was with whom? The voices don't sound familiar to me."
"It could be the girls and patrons in the building, who come here for excitement..."
…
These words were like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the clan leader's wife, and she couldn't help but shed tears.
Song Yanfeng held his mother's hand tightly. He knew the pain his mother had felt over the years, and he also knew that his mother had been enduring for them.
Jiang Zhaoying hid behind a tree, keeping silent. Lady Gui was afraid that she would lead her son and daughter astray, so she hurriedly dragged her away with a red face. However, some people still wanted to stay and continue watching the fun.
Song Yanfeng wished he could find a hole to crawl into, but what could he do?
I could only ask everyone to leave with a sullen face.
The clan leader's wife knew that it was unavoidable, but if she tried to stop it now, not only would she be embarrassed, but Madam Song would also be embarrassed, and Clan Leader Song would be embarrassed as well.
But.
Listen to their passionate voices, listen to their conversations, listen to the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh.
The clan leader's wife was so angry that her eyes turned red.
She had always known it, always known it... She had endured it for nearly twenty years.
When she loved him deeply, she felt excruciating pain.
The clan leader's wife suddenly opened her eyes and touched her long-numbed heart. When did she stop loving him?
But not loving someone doesn't mean not hating them. She has had enough of the humiliation imposed on her over the years.
"ah……"
Two extremely satisfied voices were heard. Patriarch Song leaned over, and Madam Song raised her body at the same time. The two of them hugged each other tightly skillfully, and then kissed each other for a while.
This is the habit of Patriarch Song. Every time after he is satisfied, he will do this action for a while.
The clan leader's wife looked at him in a daze. She thought that he was reluctant to be gentle with her because he loved her. It turned out that he was like this to everyone.
"Are you not going to take care of us orphans and widows anymore?"
Mrs. Song leaned in the arms of Patriarch Song with tears in her eyes, and asked softly with sobs.
"How could that be? Have you forgotten what our purpose has been all these years?"
Speaking of.
Patriarch Song hurriedly tidied his clothes, and Mrs. Song also started to tidy up with a pout.
Turn around.
Patriarch Song's throat felt like it was stabbed with a knife. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.
because.
He saw his wife standing there quietly. Although she was wearing a hat and his expression could not be seen, Patriarch Song could imagine how desperate she must be at this moment.
"My dear, it is cold and chilly, please come back with me."
Patriarch Song's mind was in a mess and he had many thoughts in mind, but they were all shattered by her light words.
For a while.
He uttered a word in embarrassment.
"kindness."
The clan leader's wife stepped forward and held clan leader Song's hand. His hands were now burning from his previous impact, but they were unable to warm up her coldness.
The two men turned around.
When Mrs. Song saw them holding hands, hatred surged in her heart and she stepped forward and said.
"What are you doing?"
He said that he didn't love her, but he had no choice but to get married and give birth to a legitimate son. What was going on in forcing them together now?
"Let him go."
Madam Song rushed forward, glaring at the clan leader's wife fiercely, and spoke through gritted teeth.
The clan leader’s wife let go of Clan Leader Song and slowly turned around.
Mrs. Song glared at her unconvinced.
Pop.
The clan leader's wife suddenly raised her arm and slapped Mrs. Song hard in the face, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.
"Su Xin."
Patriarch Song subconsciously wanted to help her, but the patriarch's wife grabbed him and scolded him.
"Do you still have any shame?"
Patriarch Song was stunned, the embarrassment on his face was almost indescribable.
This was the first time his wife spoke harshly to him and the first time she stopped him.
This feeling... Patriarch Song suddenly realized that his wife might have been enduring all these years and she was not without temper. This discovery made him a little panicked.
"Don't leave."
Madam Song climbed up and tried to stop them, but the clan leader's wife turned her head slightly and spoke in a cold voice.
"Do you know how many people were standing here watching? Madam Song, when it comes to being dissolute and lowly, you are second to none in the whole capital."
"What?"
Mrs. Song's eyes were filled with panic, and she looked around hurriedly, looking everywhere, but there was no one else around.
But Patriarch Song knew that it was probably his wife who had asked everyone to leave. With an embarrassed and complicated look on his face, he held his wife's hand.
"Thank you!"
Watching the couple leave hand in hand, Mrs. Song angrily picked up a stone on the ground and smashed it hard on the back of Patriarch Song.
There was a bang, and Mrs. Song's eyes turned red with anger, and she wished she could smash his back through.
Patriarch Song endured the pain, did not look back, and left with his wife.
Seeing Mrs. Song shaking with anger and pacing back and forth like a madman, Sinan and Feicui helped Jiang Zhaoying slowly retreat from the woods.
The temple is still bustling with activity. Those who received the marriage bags are very happy and look forward to meeting a good marriage partner soon.
Jiang Zhaoying watched this scene quietly, feeling extremely sad.
A lucky bag was suddenly handed to her. Jiang Zhaoying turned around and saw an old monk with a round face and kind eyes speaking to her with a smile.
"It's for you, by the destined person."
"Give me?"
There was a hint of surprise in Jiang Zhaoying's eyes.
Not everyone can receive this marriage bag. Instead, monks will move among the crowd, look at people's faces and then hand them out, or they can place lots in front of the Bodhisattva, and the bag will only be given if the Bodhisattva agrees.
"Yes, it's given to you. The donor must be happy."
After the old monk finished speaking, he bowed to Jiang Zhaoying and looked at her deeply. Jiang Zhaoying took the lucky bag and looked at the compassion in his eyes. She felt sad for a moment and hurriedly thanked him.
Watching the old monk turn around and go back to the temple, Jiang Zhaoying clenched the lucky bag in her hand.
The old monk came specifically to give her a lucky bag.
and.
He gave a green lucky bag.
green.
Representing women!
Are you happy?
Thinking of the old monk's words, Jiang Zhaoying's eyes became a little hot. In this life, she never thought she would be happy. She only wanted revenge.
Even if I go to the eighteen levels of hell after death, it doesn't matter!
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