"What did you say?" Su Qingyu asked in a cold voice.
Zhenzhu brought up a teacup of Guzhu Zisun that was eight-tenths hot. Su Qingyu picked up the teacup and gently stroked the lotus-shaped patterns on it.
Amber recalled and said, "There were two times when the young lady asked Miss Shen to go to a flower show. She asked when to go and who would be there."
"Also, she would ask me what the young lady said and did every day. I mostly evaded her. She only answered a few words when she asked too many questions."
Su Qingyu lowered her eyebrows, thinking of the two times she had asked Shen Yue to attend the flower show. Both times, Cheng Rujin found excuses to go with her, and Shen Zhao also went.
A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her cousin, who was as white as a lotus, was really deep-minded.
"Amber, I'll give you one more chance. From now on, when you come to visit the people in your cousin's yard, chat with them as usual. Report to me in detail everything they say and ask."
"You are a child of the mansion. Your parents, uncles, and aunts all work there. If I find out that you betrayed me, your whole family will die. Remember?"
The last sentence was full of momentum. Amber subconsciously shrank her neck. "I will remember this. Thank you for your forgiveness, Miss. I will obey you from now on."
Su Qingyu nodded lightly and let her go.
The fire in the Bishui Pavilion was burning brightly. Su Qingyu changed into a casual plain long dress, put a kingfisher hairpin on her head, and went to the study in the east room.
The light from the octagonal palace lantern reflected on Su Qingyu's face, half bright and half dim.
At this moment, she was concentrating on copying the "Nirvana Sutra".
Seeing that it was already three o'clock in the morning and the young lady had no intention of resting, Zhenzhu stepped forward and gently advised: "Young lady, why don't you write it tomorrow? It's getting late."
Su Qingyu was not sleepy at all at this time. As she wrote the scriptures, her mind became particularly clear.
Seeing that she couldn't persuade her, and worried that she was hungry, Zhenzhu went to the small kitchen and cooked a bowl of vegetable porridge for Su Qingyu as a midnight snack.
Each courtyard of the Su family had a small kitchen. The old lady and Lin's small kitchens were capable of cooking large meals. The small kitchens of the young ladies and masters were only used for cooking midnight snacks. There were no dedicated maids, so the maids did it themselves.
Su Qingyu suddenly smelled a fragrant aroma and felt hungry. After a bowl of vegetable porridge, her eyelids began to droop. She hurried to wash up, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, Su Qingyu was woken up by Zhenzhu, "Miss, it's time to get up. We have to take Madam to the hot spring resort today."
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