Minghui didn't finish her sentence.
But the girls here, except for Mingyue, all understood what she meant.
Jingrou was also a little surprised. If this matter involved her mother, it would probably be quite difficult to handle…
How could I not understand? Of course, the nanny doesn't have that much power to make the princess compromise. But Mother does.
Moreover, only her mother could have the pretext of caring for her to do such an exceptionally strict thing.
Parents always have the same heart. Perhaps Consort Ping really meant well for her, wanting her to learn more manners so that she could marry well in the future and not be neglected like she was.
Under such dual pressure of rules and filial piety, it's normal for the princess to compromise.
However, simply learning the rules does not guarantee that one will be valued by one's husband's family.
To gain the respect of one's husband's family, one must rely on one's intelligence and contributions to the family... at the very least, there must be mutual affection between the two people.
The girls looked at each other in bewilderment.
Minghui was different; she lost her mother at a very young age, and no one really cared about her.
Although the Empress Dowager doted on her, the Empress Dowager was getting old and her energy was waning. Therefore, the Empress Dowager could not possibly consider every aspect of her life.
Furthermore, the Empress Dowager herself was of Mongolian origin and was not very familiar with such rules. To put it bluntly, the Empress Dowager was a very typical Mongolian woman, and she wouldn't have lived so freely if it weren't for the fact that her aunt held the highest position in the palace.
The Empress Dowager simply arranged for a nanny to teach her manners, as instructed by the Imperial Household Department.
Besides her, Mingying also lowered her head.
Her mother was only a noblewoman of humble birth, but she was very insistent on this matter. In addition, there was the nanny by the princess's side, which was a tradition that had existed since the founding of the Qing Dynasty...
So her nanny might not have gone as far as Mingxuan's nanny, but she actually suffered a lot before she could gradually become familiar with the rules.
So this is how her sisters all went through it. Mingying lowered her head, her fair fingers intertwined.
Jingrou didn't speak. She reached out her soft hand and lifted Mingxuan's sleeve. Their sleeves were very wide, and by lifting them up a little, the marks on her arms were clearly visible. There were several red marks, and the marks were a bit rough, as if she had been hit with something.
That's quite obvious.
Jingrou gasped. Mingxuan's skin was fair, and children are delicate. At this moment, the area was already red and swollen. She could smell a faint medicinal scent, indicating that medicine had been applied, but it was to no avail and could not be completely eliminated.
One can imagine how painful it must have been when he was first beaten, and how severe the injuries must have been.
“This is a ruler,” Minghui said firmly.
Jingrou pursed her lips. She hadn't expected that there was such a thing behind Mingxuan's dignified demeanor. Perhaps her upright posture every day was a requirement from her nanny or her mother, or perhaps she had been practicing this kind of routine in the palace for a long time. Jingrou had no idea.
Jingrou felt a pang of sadness.
"Mingxuan, perhaps you could mention it to Consort Ping, and suggest choosing a gentler nanny..." Wenying said, frowning. No mother doesn't love her daughter, so this matter might not be as serious as they imagine.
Unlike those in the palace, the rules for those outside the palace are not so strict. The nannies are all carefully selected by their mothers to take good care of them and be responsible. If they are not satisfied, they can be replaced.
But Wenying didn't know what the palace was like.
Mingxuan shook her head. Her mother was very satisfied with her current nanny, believing that only by teaching her strictly could she learn things; only through hardship could one rise above others. Moreover, the nanny wouldn't let her tell her mother about her injuries; the nanny could always find an excuse to accidentally hit her.
So there was no need to even mention it to her mother; the result was already a rejection.
Jingrou was indignant. "But we're still so young, there's no need for such high intensity! Besides, this nanny isn't someone you can easily get along with. If she wants to teach us, she should! Mingxuan is so sensible, how could she not listen to her! Why resort to hitting people all the time!" She puffed out her cheeks, feeling that these nannies were probably psychologically disturbed by the torment of the palace, which was why they vented their anger on the young girl. In any case, something was definitely wrong with them!
Seeing how exhausted she looks now, even her dignified demeanor is crumbling, it's easy to imagine how tired she must have been yesterday!
The thought that she was already asleep while the person in front of her was still being tormented by the rules made Jingrou feel powerless.
Mingyue spoke urgently, "We can't do this... We have to find a way to help Sister Mingxuan."
Although their mothers were different and their relationship in the palace wasn't particularly close, the scar that was exposed to others immediately drew the hearts of the girls closer together.
They were all soft-hearted children; how could they have seen something like this? They suddenly felt both sympathy and admiration for Mingxuan.
Mingying clenched her fist and nodded. She didn't know what she could do, but she couldn't just stand by and watch!
Moreover, Mingxuan was the best performer in the study and usually received the most praise from the teacher. They all admired Mingxuan to some extent.
Jingrou's thoughts were not limited to children of this age. She just suddenly thought that if such young children had to endure the torment of nannies, wouldn't the nannies around married princesses be tormented even more?
And if he really developed a fear of nannies from a young age, wouldn't he have the princess completely under his thumb in the future?
Jingrou frowned. She felt that simply resolving Mingxuan's matter would do nothing to improve the princess's situation. Over the years, countless princesses had endured similar hidden suffering!
Although she had never met any other married princesses, she felt that even if a marriage alliance with Mongolia was suitable, she didn't need a delicate, weak woman who was subservient to others and whose husband was her everything. Instead, she needed women with more assertive personalities who could gain a foothold in Mongolia and live a good life...
"Did your mother see your bruises today?"
"What was her attitude before..."
"Don't panic, we'll figure something out." Jingrou asked a series of questions.
Mingxuan shook her head, "I didn't see this yesterday, but I saw it before..."
This is the reason why Mingxuan was unwilling to tell his mother: because what he had said before had not yielded a good result.
Jingrou frowned. She was unwilling to believe that she had such a heartless mother. Perhaps there was something else going on, such as Consort Ping not knowing how badly she was injured.
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