"If you continue to be so reckless when you arrive at the Marquis of Weining's residence, you don't need to follow me anymore, cough cough."
"Miss!"
Qingyin spoke hastily, which caused her to cough abruptly. Her face was pale and her lips were bright red. The stark contrast between her appearance and her previous appearance had a kind of alluring quality.
Xiangling didn't notice the difference; she only felt that her mistress was more affectionate than before.
"Miss, I'm sorry, it was my fault. I promise I will never do it again," Xiangling said guiltily, glancing cautiously at Qingyin.
Qingyin didn't speak.
This girl is used to life on the manor and has no one to guide her. She followed her when she was young and doesn't know any rules. She has to suppress her fearless nature, otherwise this little girl will definitely cause trouble because of her.
Qingyin deliberately left her to wait a while, and seeing that the little maid was finally showing fear because of what had just happened, she gently comforted her, "Xiangling, I know you are good to me."
“But I don’t want you to risk your life for me. You are a human being. What if the guards hadn’t stopped the horse back then?” Qingyin stared intently at Xiangling.
Xiangling was stunned, "I..."
Qingyin sighed and patted the little girl who was a few years older than her: "I know that my father and mother were not really that good to me. Xiangling, you are a really good person to me. Xiangling, I don't want to lose you."
Qingyin lowered her head, her clear eyes revealing a sad expression. On her excessively fair face, she was as fragile as a summer snowflake, sparkling yet easily broken.
"Miss! I'm sorry, I'll never do that again." Xiangling looked at her heartbroken mistress, and all the grievances she had just felt vanished, leaving only self-reproach and regret.
The two, master and servant, embraced and reconciled.
Only the reddened corners of his eyes proved what had happened.
Xiangling stepped out of the carriage, saw that her mistress was feeling better, and then told the guards to continue their journey.
After Xiangling's instructions, Qingyin was also a little tired. Although she had just taken the medicine, the effect was not immediate, and she was still a fragile body. Fortunately, her body-strengthening pills would prevent her from getting sick and in pain so easily, and Qingyin felt sleepy and wanted to rest.
Her delicate, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, fluttering as they closed on her small eyelids, casting a small shadow. This face, which was originally aggressive, became quite different in temperament because of the girl's sickly air. Instead of appearing aggressive, it seemed fragile and melancholic, with a touch of Qingyin's unique allure.
Xiangling looked at her mistress with pity, and carefully used the handkerchief she had brought to cleanly wipe her mistress's flushed face before stopping.
Whether it was Xiangling's instruction or not, Qingyin barely felt the bumps in the carriage.
So she slept very comfortably.
She was only awakened by the bustling noise of the streets and alleys as the carriage entered the capital.
Meanwhile, the people in the Marquis of Weining's residence were getting impatient, fearing something might have happened on the way, so they sent servants ahead to scout out the situation.
The two groups met right at the gates of the capital.
Qingyin rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Xiangling, have we arrived in the capital?"
"Yes, Miss." Xiangling suppressed her curiosity about the capital and replied gently to her mistress.
Xiangling spoke with her mistress, carefully recounting the arrival of the people from the Marquis of Weining's residence.
Qingyin knew that it was probably because she was feeling unwell that Xiangling forced the carriage to stop and rest, which caused the people from the Marquis of Weining's residence to become impatient.
She nodded without much surprise. In her previous life, the original owner endured the pain to visit her parents and relatives at the Marquis of Weining's mansion, but they didn't care about her being a patient. Why should she force herself to endure the pain like the original owner?
It's a habit.
"Let them drive the carriage slowly; it breaks my heart to see it going too fast."
"Yes, Miss, I just told them." Xiangling smiled smugly.
It's all these people's fault for making Miss suffer so much. Since they came to pick up Miss, they should have gone along with them.
The people waiting outside the carriage were unaware that the maids inside were complaining about them, and they were also annoyed.
The lady and master of the manor instructed them to tell the young lady's carriage to hurry up, but the maidservant beside the young lady was so fierce that she wouldn't allow the carriage to go any faster.
As the maidservant by the Marquis's side, Aunt Chen was always the one everyone in the mansion tried to please, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.
The maidservant beside Aunt Chen looked at her aunt cautiously and said, "Aunt Chen, are we just going to go along with that young lady's maidservant?"
"What do you mean, 'come here'? Humph, she's just a maidservant of an unfavored young lady. I don't believe I can't deal with this little maidservant."
A vicious glint flashed in Aunt Chen's eyes. "Come here and say this to the master."
The young maid in green hesitated for a moment, "Auntie, isn't this inappropriate?"
"What's wrong with that? Didn't you say last time that you wanted to put your nephew in the kitchen?"
The young maid's eyes lit up, and she understood immediately, saying, "Auntie, I know what to say."
Seeing the maidservant's hurried departure, Aunt Chen spat at the closed carriage, thinking angrily, "That wretched girl, she's got the ability to deal with an unfavored young lady's maidservant."
...
The maidservant hurriedly ran back to the Marquis of Weining's residence.
Marquis Weining looked at the little maid who had run away with a flushed face, and at the empty space behind her, and asked, "What happened? Are you alone?"
The young maidservant, not daring to look at the Marquis's expression, cautiously said, "The maidservant beside the eldest young lady said that the eldest young lady is not in good health and cannot withstand any exertion. She forbids the carriage from going any faster and insists on resting halfway before it can continue. I told my aunt that I wanted to go back to the manor to rest early, but the maidservant said it was not possible..."
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