Chapter 263: Someone Died
Yanran endured the pain in her lower abdomen and began to sweat on her forehead. She didn't understand why drinking this bowl of contraceptive soup would cause her so much pain.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, her face pale as she said weakly, "I want to rest for a while today."
"Let's do this embroidery tomorrow."
Cui Liu rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips slightly raised, she snorted with a hint of a smile, and said in a gloomy tone: "Auntie, when you were doing whatever it took to get rich, you should have thought about what would happen today."
"How come when you were seducing the young master, you didn't think about the fact that you would have to drink contraceptive soup until the young mistress gave birth to a child?"
"Aunt, please stop being so pretentious. This benefit, no matter if you are a lady, a lady, or a maid, as long as you can hold a needle and thread, you have to do some embroidery."
"Why is it that Auntie is the only one who is making excuses?"
Yanran's face became paler and paler. Listening to Cuiliu's ridicule, she felt like she was being stabbed by needles in her heart.
She was inevitably depressed, but she still kept her face pale and mumbled, "It's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that my stomach hurts so badly today."
"Leave it there for now. When I feel better, I'll do it naturally."
Now her eyelids are trembling with pain, how can she embroider properly?
Seeing her like this, Cui Liu and another maid looked at her with even more contempt.
The two of them seemed to have determined that Yanran had a good temper, so they spoke without any scruples.
"Everyone in this mansion does needlework, but it's just the concubine who's so pretentious. Every other day, she has a headache or a stomachache. I've never heard of any concubine lying down all the time after drinking contraceptive soup, not even doing embroidery."
"It's easy to explain to the Young Madam. After all, she has a good temper and will indulge you no matter what you do. But how are you going to explain this to Madam later? Have you thought about it, Auntie?"
Yanran: “…”
Yanran felt so embarrassed by the ridicule that she had to bite her pale lower lip hard. She coughed twice, endured the pain in her lower abdomen, and slowly exhaled.
"I see."
"I'll just continue embroidering."
Cui Liu finally smiled and reached out to help Yan Ran. "Wouldn't it have been better if Auntie had said so earlier?"
"Young Madam treats Auntie well, so Auntie should return the favor. If she had been so sensible earlier, it wouldn't have been difficult for Young Madam and us servants."
Yanran felt a pain in her lower abdomen, accompanied by a slight headache.
She didn't know how to argue.
Everyone in the mansion said that she was a lowly creature for seducing her master. If it weren't for Young Madam Ling Qiu's kindness, she would have turned into a pile of dust long ago.
Even she herself thought so, and was very grateful to Ling Qiu.
But am I really that ignorant?
Yanran didn’t know.
She could only endure the pain in her lower abdomen, pick up the embroidery frame, and embroider stitch by stitch.
Her embroidery skills were excellent.
But her lower abdomen was in so much pain that the embroidery she produced today was inevitably incomparable to the ones she had embroidered before.
When the things were handed to Ling Qiu, Ling Qiu did not scold her. Instead, he took her embroidery and sighed softly.
Yanran had long expected Ling Qiu to have such a reaction.
After drinking the contraceptive soup, her lower abdomen was in pain and she had no strength to pick up the needle and thread.
Fortunately, Ling Qiu is magnanimous.
Seeing her like this, she smiled and waved her hand, "Sister Yanran, since you are not feeling well, please don't do the embroidery for the next two days."
"I'll ask my mother for a day or two of leave on your behalf."
"Mother has always been kind to me and will not make things difficult for you. Just take good care of yourself and serve the young master well."
When she said this, Yanran knelt down with tears of gratitude and bowed to Ling Qiuying, "Thank you, Madam."
Ling Qiu's smile was still gentle. "Why would you say these things to your own sisters? It's not strange to be so estranged."
Yanran is really grateful to Ling Qiu.
I really think she is a good person.
Even the contraceptive soup that made her extremely uncomfortable was brought to her by Ling Qiu.
Ling Qiu rested well for three days.
I can pick up the needle and thread and do embroidery work again.
But less than a day later, her nightmare came again.
Because Zheng Xiu, who had been sleeping with other women outside, came back.
After he came back, he asked Yanran to serve him.
He is Yanran's husband and master. As a concubine and a servant, how could Yanran have the capital to refuse her husband and master?
No matter how unwilling she was, she had to endure the discomfort and serve Zheng Xiu.
Even if Zheng Xiu was in the study, playing with her like a cat or a dog, she could only endure it in humiliation.
As a slave, there is no dignity at all.
Compared with the other servants in the mansion, she was already considered good.
After all, she had once seen Zheng Xiujiang and other maids doing indecent things on the rockery.
At least she has a status.
Others don't even have a name.
It is true that all women who have been touched by Zheng Xiu must drink the contraceptive soup.
Ling Qiu asked someone to bring some quilt soup to Yanran.
After drinking this time, Yanran's lower abdominal pain was more obvious.
But this time, she could no longer be so shameless as to ask Ling Qiu to take leave for her.
Because she had been serving Zheng Xiu these past few days, everyone in the mansion said that she was coquettish and spoiled because of her favor.
He also said that she was indeed a lowly thing, born to serve others.
Yanran felt so ashamed that she could only endure the pain of her life and sit there embroidering with gritted teeth.
What was handed in was naturally incomparable to before.
Ling Qiu's brows furrowed even more.
But she didn't say much. Instead, she sighed softly and looked at her with some pity, "Sister Yanran has worked so hard."
"Well, you can't do embroidery well like this. How about this? I've thought of a compromise. From today on, you won't do embroidery anymore. Instead, you can teach these maids in the abbey how to embroider."
"Sometimes, the young ladies in the mansion may also ask you for advice. I hope Sister Yanran will be generous with her advice. Please don't hide your knowledge."
What can Yanran say?
Ling Qiu did think of a compromise for her.
She really didn't have to put on a show day and night anymore. She had to express her gratitude both publicly and privately, and was grateful to Ling Qiu.
So from that day on, Yanran stopped doing embroidery and started teaching others how to embroider.
Yanran is sometimes also in a trance.
She had thought about opening an embroidery shop and sitting in an embroidery building to teach people embroidery.
But at that time, she was arrogant because of her talent. She thought that even if someone wanted to send her to learn, she would still be picky about their qualifications. If they had poor talent or their embroidery skills were really shabby, she would not accept them and would not teach them.
Now, she no longer has to embroider day and night, but can sit here and teach people. I am so grateful.
As for the money?
What are you thinking about?
She was a slave, and embroidery was her job. It was only out of mercy from her master that she was exempted from the hard work. It was already good enough for her to receive this grace, but she was still thinking about asking for a reward?
Is she used to being shameless?
Yanran is not qualified to ask for the reward.
Even for a lowly concubine like her, being able to occasionally give some pointers on her master's embroidery was a blessing she had earned in her previous life.
The maids and masters in this mansion looked down on her.
I always feel that she is lowly.
But her embroidery skills are truly convincing.
When she taught people embroidery, she received fewer cold stares and fewer ridicules than before.
If life continues like this, apart from having to endure some sarcasm from time to time, life would be relatively stable.
Unfortunately, as a concubine, and a beautiful and talented one at that, how could she possibly have such a peaceful life?
Not long after, Zheng Xiu returned home.
As soon as he returned home, Yanran started drinking the contraceptive soup that scared her.
Can……
But a few days ago, Yanran saw with her own eyes that the maid serving Zheng Xiu was carried out.
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