Huang Ningmeng said without changing her expression, "Go ahead, you don't need to come and serve me at noon. Madam, please temporarily transfer Rongyin from your place to me."
The Prime Minister's wife smiled and said, "Ningmeng is short of people here, so I should naturally send someone. Why don't I call Geman over to serve you first? Geman is older and knows better how to serve people. Rongyin is just a maid."
Huang Ningmeng placed the book on her knees, turned her head to look at the Prime Minister's wife, and said, "Madam, we didn't bring many people with us when we came here. Aunt Ge is an old servant in the manor, and she usually serves you diligently. It would be inappropriate to assign her to me now. Instead, assign Rongyin here. She is not allowed to leave without my permission."
The Prime Minister's wife's smile froze. "Fine, whatever you say."
"Mm," Huang Ningmeng responded, and then continued reading her book.
The Prime Minister's wife turned around, her face immediately darkening. "You little wretch, just wait until I marry you off, then let's see how you dare to run rampant in this mansion!"
Huang Ningmeng watched their retreating figures and found it somewhat amusing.
Do you really think it's that easy?
The Heart Sutra she read yesterday was entirely in traditional Chinese characters, and even just the character "观" (guan) required a lot of effort to understand.
The brush is too soft and not as easy to write with as a pen. When she said she could finish in an afternoon, she was referring to the pen.
Let's mess with this red smoke first and teach her what dedication really means.
Rongyin was sent over at noon.
Rongyin was a sixteen-year-old girl with a round face, delicate and cute features, and an honest and straightforward gaze.
Perhaps because Huang Ningmeng's 'reputation' was too widespread, Rongyin had heard too much about her and was prejudiced against her. When she first met her, she couldn't help but show some fear.
Huang Ningmeng waved her hand and pointed, "Put down the vegetarian food. Go eat lunch, then come back and pick up the bowls and chopsticks."
“Miss…” Rongyin wanted to say that this was against the rules.
Huang Ningmeng interrupted her directly, "What I say is the rule. Go eat, don't rush. Come back after half an incense stick has burned."
"Yes, Miss." Rong Yin, still a little dazed, withdrew.
“Master, if you care about people, just say so. When did you become so awkward?” The ring immediately understood.
"I'm asking you, what kind of personality did Huang Ningmeng originally have?" Huang Ningmeng walked to the table and sat down.
"The original Huang Ningmeng was arrogant, domineering, and self-willed, doing whatever she wanted without regard for right or wrong. She had high standards and looked down on the poor..." As she counted the rings, she suddenly felt a little sorry for Jiang Sheng. What kind of person did she like before?
"If Huang Ningmeng truly looked down on poor people, how could she have fallen for Jiang Sheng?" Huang Ningmeng asked with a smile.
The ring was stunned. "Right, if she looked down on him, why would she have fallen for Jiang Sheng?"
"In my memories of Huang Ningmeng, she did have a stubborn streak and refused to admit defeat. She lost her mother at a young age and didn't want to show her vulnerability, so she wore a sharp shell around her." Huang Ningmeng poured herself a cup of tea, placed it aside, and picked up her chopsticks.
The ring nodded. "In that case, Huang Ningmeng is quite pitiful too."
"Every visible person has something despicable about them." Huang Ningmeng picked up a piece of green vegetable and ate it without even frowning.
"Master, if I didn't know you go hunting and have a good meal every few days, I would admire your calm demeanor," the ring said with a chuckle. It practically adored its master's fake act.
"Does this mean you won't admire me anymore?" Huang Ningmeng quite liked to chat about the ring while eating, at least it kept her from getting bored.
"Hehe, I admire you even without this."
...
Following Huang Ningmeng's instructions, Rongyin came over after a short while to clear away the bowls and chopsticks.
They came back a short while later.
As usual, Huang Ningmeng took a Buddhist scripture and went into the courtyard.
Rong Yin grabbed a cushion and strode out. When she reached Huang Ningmeng, she looked at the available seats and hesitated for a moment before turning to ask, "Miss, which chair would you like to sit on?"
Huang Ningmeng pointed to the stool she usually sat on, and Rongyin went over and placed a cushion on it.
"Please, Miss."
Huang Ningmeng walked over, sat down, and tried it out. She looked up at Rongyin and smiled, "Thank you, Rongyin."
Rongyin scratched the back of her head, feeling a little embarrassed. "Miss, this is what Rongyin should do."
Huang Ningmeng smiled, said nothing, and began reading Buddhist scriptures.
Seeing that she was not speaking, Rong Yin felt a little awkward, but she calmed down after a while.
It's unheard of for a master to thank a servant. The fact that the young lady did this proves that her heart is not as the rumors suggest.
She should serve her mistress well to repay her for her kindness in helping her.
"Hmm." The ring nodded approvingly in Huang Ningmeng's mind. "Master has excellent taste. Rongyin is much better than that Hongyan."
"The eyes are the windows to the soul; the ancients were right. Rongyin's eyes reveal her character," Huang Ningmeng said.
"Someone like her is easily bullied, isn't she?" the ring said.
“I will teach her how to be a good head maid,” Huang Ningmeng said.
“There has always been only one head maid by the ‘Miss’s’ side, and Hongyan has already been abandoned by the master.” Ring was excited at the thought of the bad Hongyan’s fate.
"You've got that wrong. When have I ever considered her one of my own?" Huang Ningmeng said.
"Hehe, you're right."
As usual, Huang Ningmeng spent the afternoon reading Buddhist scriptures.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Hongyan realized just how severe Huang Ningmeng's punishment had been; she had spent the entire afternoon writing and had only just managed to finish the first draft.
And this process had almost killed her. Her back ached, her head hurt, and her hands were sore that she could barely lift a pen.
But she still has two more copies to write! Two copies!!!
It would be better to punish her by making her do laundry in the laundry room for a day.
Hongyan cursed Huang Ningmeng as she wrote.
Just then, she suddenly remembered someone.
...
That evening, Huang Ningmeng went out hunting as usual. When she passed by the west wing, she heard a sound.
Somewhat puzzled, she quietly walked to the window of Jiang Sheng's room, and then she saw a scene she would likely never forget for the rest of her life—
Hongyan's hand was half-embracing Jiang Sheng's shoulder, while her other hand was directing him to write something.
Jiang Sheng, busy and sweating profusely, was so focused that she didn't even notice the need for proper distancing between men and women.
“Master…” the ring called out to her worriedly.
Huang Ningmeng stared intently for a while, then took a few steps back, turned around, and leaped over the courtyard wall.
...
In the woods outside the temple, a black figure moved silently, as fast as lightning.
"Master, perhaps you have misunderstood. Things are not as you think at all."
"Look how old Hongyan is. Thirteen years old. He's practically a child. How could he possibly be interested in a bean sprout? If he's interested in someone, it'll be you."
"Master, please don't do this, I... I'm scared."
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