The servants in Jing'an Garden were surrounded by a depressing atmosphere early in the morning, and were discussing the prince's anger yesterday. The old people in the palace said that they had never seen the prince so angry in all these years.
Some people were even counting how many fights the two had had in less than a month since the new princess came into the family.
"This is well written, it's finally quite good. Your brother is about to start practicing calligraphy. If you don't make progress, be careful that your father will dislike you." Xiao Lin looked at the big characters written by Song Baimo, and couldn't close the corner of her smile.
Song Baimo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Xiaolin say this. It was rare for him to hear Xiaolin praise him. Most of the time, she would criticize him for his shortcomings, or she would wipe her eyes and cry, saying that she was sorry for his deceased mother.
Liunian stood aside, looking at Song Baimo's expression, and sighed in his heart, "Poor young master, the concubine is not satisfied with your writing at all, but is happy about the letter she received last night."
How can a person who can't even read tell whether someone else's writing is good or bad?
"Let's go and show it to the prince to make him happy." Xiao Lin stood up.
Mother Lu and Liu Nian exchanged a glance, hardened their hearts, and stepped forward and asked, "Isn't it the wrong time to go now?"
Xiao Lin's eyebrows raised, and the smile on her face disappeared. "What do you mean? The prince is eager for the young master to improve. You know it very well. Today's writing is so good, I must let the prince see it with his own eyes to make sure that the praise for our young master is true."
"That's not what I meant. You know how angry the prince and princess were last night. A new screen was installed in Jing'an Garden early this morning. If I approach now and upset the prince again, wouldn't that be a waste of your kindness?"
Xiao Lin snorted, "It was Meng who made the prince unhappy, not me and the young master. Besides, it was because the prince and the princess were angry, and we don't know how angry she is now. I will take the young master with me. The prince will definitely be happy to see his good handwriting."
After saying that, he looked at Song Baimo again, "Brother Mo, do you think I'm right? Is this the truth?"
Song Baimo bowed to Xiao Lin and said, "Aunt is right."
Xiao Lin glanced at Mother Lu complacently, but she also knew that what Mother Lu said made sense. "Liunian, go find Xiao Songzi and ask him to see how the prince is feeling now."
Liu Nian replied in a low voice, walked out of the room, and sighed as she stood in the corridor. She had a bad feeling that if the man she served continued to behave like before, he would not have a good life.
Xiao Lin's reason for holding a position in the palace's inner chambers, and a most important one at that, was due to three factors: first, the eldest son was raised by her side; second, there was no mistress in the family; and third, her family background was better than others.
Li, who could compete with her, disdained to compete with her. Wu, who wanted to compete with her, was not as stable as her. As for Bai, she was even more dependent on her for survival. If you say flattery too much, you will start to take it seriously after a while.
He was not a stupid person before, but recently he has become impatient and increasingly unwilling to listen to advice.
No matter what she thought, she dared not disobey Xiao Lin's orders. No one knew Xiao Lin's character better than her.
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Wu pinned the imperial flower on her daughter Song Nongyu's hair and kissed her on the cheek. "She's so beautiful! Look at our eldest daughter. She's even more beautiful than the other legitimate daughters in the other mansions. It's a pity that we haven't had the opportunity. The prince hasn't come to our Yinyan Pavilion for a long time. If we could persuade the prince to ask for the title of Princess for our eldest daughter, it would be perfect. Even if she's born out of wedlock, she'll still be of a higher status when she gets married."
Song Nongyu's wet nurse, Mrs. Hu, stepped forward and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Concubine Consort. The young lady is still young. It's only a matter of time before she becomes a princess. It doesn't matter if she's not a legitimate daughter. This is our prince's first daughter, and he's very happy. When our young lady grows up, you can choose a suitable husband for her."
Jinzhi also stepped forward with a smile, "Besides, with the situation in Jing'an Garden right now, the prince might not even wait until a month after the wedding to come to our place. When the time comes, you will serve the prince well, and if you bring up the eldest lady's affairs again, the prince will definitely respond."
Mrs. Wu nodded, her face beaming as she thought about the news she'd received last night. "I thought Mrs. Meng was clever, but I didn't expect her to be so foolish. I really want to see what Mr. Hong San looks like. How could Mr. Meng still be obsessed with her and dare to provoke the prince again and again?"
Mrs. Hu quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Please be careful with your words, Concubine. You dare not say anything careless. Besides, the news of yesterday's incident was that the princess disliked the prince coming back to the courtyard too late every day and suspected that he had a mistress in the outer courtyard. So she took advantage of a few sips of wine to cause trouble. Who would have thought that Prince Duan was also there? She embarrassed the prince, so he lost his temper. It has nothing to do with that Mr. Hong San."
Wu curled her lips in disdain. "I know the seriousness of the matter. I only say this when we're together. Besides, I'm not the only one saying this. Lin has said it countless times. Humph, she knows it all."
As he spoke, he took Song Nongyu's hand and said, "Let's go, let's go see our father, okay?"
Song Nongyu blinked her beautiful eyes and nodded, "I also need to recite a poem for my father."
"Yes, recite poetry to please your father." Then he sighed, "It would be great if you were a boy. You would be a hundred times better than the eldest young master."
When Mrs. Hu heard what Mrs. Wu said, she looked down at Song Nongyu's face. The little girl was four years old and no longer at the age where she didn't know anything. If she heard something too many times, she would naturally take it to heart.
Although Mrs. Wu also loved her daughter very much, she would always bring up this matter when she was unhappy or in a bad mood. Every time Song Nongyu heard it, she would remain silent and lower her head.
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