On the other hand, they also have to take care of the so-called task of taking care of sick elderly people.
Although there were many capable and hardworking servants in the house, the old lady insisted that she do all these chores herself, without considering her physical condition and mental fatigue at all.
The number of letters Ji Changqing sent back home became less and less. From the frequent correspondence in the beginning, it became only a few letters now, or even his handwriting could only be seen once a month.
I have accumulated so many worries in my heart that I hope to confide them to the people closest to me, but every time I think about showing my vulnerable side to my old mother, it will definitely bring her endless heartache, so in the end I can only hide it in my heart silently.
It would be great if I could be transferred to the capital. At least I wouldn't have to live apart from each other and endure the longing and pain.
No matter what, we still have to try to use Zhao Manxiang as a channel to see if we can make this happen.
Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard the cheerful laughter of children coming from afar.
Looking up, I saw Wen Zhu, wearing a purple top and a yellow skirt, playing with her one-year-old son outside the door of the east wing.
I saw her holding a colorful little rattle in her hand, shaking it gently in front of the baby, making the child laugh with joy and dance with joy, which was very cute, but the corners of his mouth were stained with saliva.
After seeing this, Sheng Shuyao's face turned cold and she sternly questioned the nanny: "Can anyone approach my young master at will? As someone who is responsible for taking care of the child, how can you fulfill your responsibilities?"
The servant who had been watching this scene with a smile on his face suddenly changed his expression as he realized that his master was not happy.
Hearing her master's harsh rebuke, the smile on the nurse's face instantly disappeared. She quickly leaned forward and bowed her head, apologizing with deep fear and trepidation, "Yes, Madam, please forgive my mistake."
Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Wen Zhu stopped smiling and carefully handed Xiger back to the nanny. She bowed deeply to Sheng Shuyao and said in a gentle tone, "Aunt, I just think this young cousin is particularly lovable..."
"What's it to you? Don't forget who you are!"
Sheng Shuyao stared at Wen Zhu coldly with a gaze as cold as ice, her tone full of disdain and contempt.
After saying that, she turned around abruptly and walked away quickly, as if she didn't want to stay here any longer.
The wet nurse hugged Xiger tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid that he would fall.
She lowered her head, not daring to hesitate for a moment, and hurriedly followed Sheng Shuyao's pace, as if being a step late would cause dissatisfaction or even scolding.
Hongyu looked at this scene with a frown on her face. She couldn't help but feel angry for Wen Zhu: "Why did the eldest aunt suddenly get so angry? She obviously didn't do anything wrong."
"It's okay."
Wen Zhu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, forcing a smile to comfort Hong Yu, "A mother always loves her children especially. Perhaps she is worried that I have no experience in taking care of children and will accidentally hurt the young master."
Speaking of this, Wen Zhu felt a wave of bitterness in his heart.
Is it really because of one’s origin and status that all the differences are determined?
Men can shout and question whether the rich and powerful are born into privilege; but what about women?
But they have to live their whole lives under the shadow of others and are forced to accept this unfair treatment and oppression.
Such resentment and unwillingness were like a huge rock pressing on his heart, making Wen Zhu feel breathless.
Instead of weakening over time, it became heavier, like a heavy mountain that is difficult to bear.
When Wen Zhu finished studying with Nanny Mei today and returned to Qifangyuan, the person who caught his eye was Sheng Shuyao, who had just walked out of the main hall with a flushed face.
"Wen Zhu, come here!"
She waved to Wen Zhu to come over.
Following her instructions, Wen Zhu cautiously walked closer and politely called out, "Hello, Auntie."
Before she could ask for instructions, she heard Sheng Shuyao's slightly angry voice: "Why is your sister-in-law's place so empty? She's only been sick for a few days, don't you think she's that indifferent?"
"Aunt, please calm down. The truth is, the young lady's condition is quite special—she suffers from severe phobia. Leaving certain things there would aggravate her symptoms. To help her recover as quickly as possible, we've temporarily removed these things that might cause discomfort."
Wen Zhu tried his best to remain calm and explained the reason in a soft voice.
"Don't lie to me!"
Sheng Shuyao looked at her with disdain, her eyes full of suspicion and dissatisfaction.
"If the eldest aunt doesn't believe it, you can ask the other sisters who are taking care of her."
Wen Zhu remained polite in his response, his voice calm and firm, not seeming flustered at all by the other party's questioning.
"Restore everything in the house to its original state immediately! How can such a desolate environment be suitable for recuperation?"
Sheng Shuyao ordered firmly, her tone revealing unquestionable determination, as if everything had to be done according to her will.
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Wen Zhu thought that this might allow Zhao Manxiang to recover more slowly, which would be more beneficial to him. Since the young lady was willing to take responsibility, let her do it.
So she nodded in agreement, but she had other plans in mind.
"At the same time, we have to send people to the temple to invite senior monks to perform a blessing ceremony to remove the unclean things."
Sheng Shuyao continued to arrange a series of matters, hoping to bring some psychological comfort and support to the patient.
"Understood."
Wen Zhu answered briefly again. Although her tone was submissive, her eyes were flashing with an imperceptible cunning light.
"Donate more money to the temple and pray for your sister-in-law's safety and longevity."
Grandma Sheng Shu went on to say that she seemed to believe that material generosity could be exchanged for spiritual comfort and protection.
"OK."
Wen Zhu still replied in the same tone, maintaining a polite yet distant smile on his face.
"And remember to make her something delicious in different ways. Look at her now, she can only eat half a bowl of porridge. How can that be okay?"
Sheng Shuyao said with concern, and was obviously very worried about Zhao Manxiang's health.
"Yes."
Wen Zhu nodded to show that she accepted the instructions, but her inner thoughts were completely different, but she did not dare to show it on the surface.
"It's best not to be so hypocritical, saying yes on the surface but secretly having other plans. Do I really have to come and watch you in person before you take action? It seems that you are not qualified to manage the affairs of the mansion."
Mentioning this made Sheng Shuyao even angrier. She had almost lost her usual elegant demeanor as a noble lady, and her words were filled with anger and disappointment.
Why are his own relatives unwilling to cultivate the daughter of noble birth well?
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