After several days of snowfall, the rooftops, treetops, and ground were covered with a layer of frost.
Even for a top-tier family like the Feng family, the bluestone path on the ground was exceptionally slippery.
Hua Rong kept her eyes fixed on the ground, just in case she accidentally fell and ruined the plan.
Of course, what's even more frightening is losing your life by accident.
Feng Ling'er was the illegitimate daughter of Feng Shangshu and was not favored.
So after following the slave trader into the Feng family, they walked for quite a while before arriving at the Linglong Pavilion where Feng Ling'er lived.
Outside Linglong Pavilion is a bamboo grove, now completely covered with a thick layer of snow. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and the snowflakes resting on the bamboo leaves and treetops fall down, revealing the green and yellow leaves beneath, a sight that invigorates the spirit.
Several maids were sweeping snow in the courtyard of Linglong Pavilion. They were chatting and laughing as they swept, and they seemed to be having a good time.
Hua Rong's pupils contracted slightly upon seeing this.
It seems the information gathered from outside is not entirely accurate; Feng Ling'er is not as arrogant and domineering as the rumors suggest.
If that were true, these maids wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.
Linglong Pavilion has three rooms on two floors. Feng Ling'er lives on the east side of the first floor, separated from another concubine's daughter of the Feng family who lives on the west side by a wall.
The second floor housed two more concubine daughters, making a total of four concubine daughters living in this small Linglong Pavilion!
From this, Hua Rong deduced that the matriarch of the Feng family was definitely not a tolerant person!
Making a concubine's daughter live in such a cramped space is to disregard even the appearance of civility.
The Feng family produced a Consort Feng.
Although he had no sons, Feng Shangshu held considerable military power.
Besides, this mansion is quite large!
Hua Rong extended her divine sense slightly and found that the first floor of Linglong Pavilion was very quiet.
There were whispering voices on the second floor. Judging from the occasional words, it was two young ladies from the Feng family talking.
Despite the short journey, Hua Rong quickly sifted through the surface information to extract the information she wanted to know.
If others knew, they would surely exclaim that she was incredibly clever and insightful!
To outsiders, Hua Rong merely glanced up at the courtyard before lowering her head again.
With her head bowed and eyes downcast, she was just like the other seven or eight girls who had been sold into the family, with nothing particularly outstanding about her.
After all, she had been raised by farmers for many years, even though she had good facial features.
Now she's dark-skinned and thin, and her clothes aren't very presentable.
Unless one has eyes that can see through the past and present, no one can see that she is anything special.
It can be said that it would not stand out even if it were hidden in the crowd.
Hua Rong naturally wanted to look beautiful, but she had no ability to do so. Dressing herself up to look beautiful would be suicide!
At this moment, an old woman came out of the room on the east side of the first floor. She was fair-skinned and plump, and her clothes were even more presentable than those of the landlord's housekeeper that Hua Rong had seen before!
The old woman and the skinny human trafficker were about the same age, and they seemed to know each other quite well, exchanging a few words.
From their conversation, Hua Rong learned that this old woman was now Yao Mama in Feng Ling'er's house.
Yao's mother looked at Hua Rong and his group with disdain on her face.
It took him quite a while to walk over and casually point to three girls.
He said, "Alright, the three of you can stay. The rest of you can go back."
Unfortunately, Hua Rong wasn't among the people she selected.
How could Hua Rong be willing to do that? She had gone to so much trouble to get into the Feng family.
If she hadn't stayed, she probably would have vomited blood.
However, before she could speak, a girl next to her knelt down.
The girl seemed to really want to stay in the Yao family. When she heard that Yao's mother didn't intend to keep her, she cried and kowtowed to Yao's mother.
"Mom, I don't eat much, but I can still work. Please let me stay!"
However, Yao's mother was clearly not a person who could be approachable or sentimental.
He rolled his eyes at the girl's words and didn't say anything to her.
She seemed to feel that talking to girls like them was an insult to her.
She said directly to the slave trader, "Look at the kind of people you've brought this time! Putting aside whether they're good or bad, this one can't even read the room? If you keep acting like this, I won't buy people from you next time!"
The slave trader quickly apologized to Yao's mother and said many kind words.
His expression changed as he turned his head, his face contorted with rage. He pulled a whip from his waist and began to lash the girl kneeling on the ground.
"You little brat, did I ask you to speak? Madam Yao didn't like you? That's just because you're unlucky! Don't ruin the luck of these lucky girls."
"ah!"
Hua Rong could tell that the slave trader had used force when he wielded the whip.
The poor girl next to her, who was only four or five years old, was whipped.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes, but she did not step forward.
However, it's impossible to just let her watch like that.
After all, her goal was to stay in the Feng family.
She looked directly at Yao's mother and asked, "Mom, have you been sleeping poorly at night lately, often waking up in the middle of the night? And do you always feel tightness in your chest, and even have difficulty going to the toilet?"
Hua Rong described Yao's mother's symptoms in one breath, without waiting for Yao's mother to reply.
The slave trader thought Hua Rong was just like that little girl from before, and lashed out with his whip.
Hua Rong naturally wouldn't take the whip, and simply dodged to the side.
He dodged the whip.
The slave trader paused for a moment, then his expression turned ferocious again.
"You brat, you actually dared to hide!"
As he spoke, he was about to lash out with the second whip.
But this time, Yao's mother stopped her!
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