"I'm so happy to serve my mistress, but... the palace steward told me that the prince wants me back. I don't want to go back and want to serve my mistress here."
Isn't this stupid?
The concubine of the prince's palace, the prince's woman.
Lu Chunyu realized what was going on. The prince's woman was not serving him, but was living with him, the sent-out farmhand.
As time went on, gossip was inevitable. She didn't care about the reputation of being a jealous woman, or the problem of it affecting Cuisheng.
Cuisheng didn't want to leave, so Lu Chunyu asked someone to pack up her luggage and send her to the car safely.
Cuisheng, who was holding on to her mistress's sleeve by the car, seemed to be experiencing the separation of life and death.
Unable to pull back his sleeves, he felt extremely helpless. Lu Chunyu was standing in front, with a crowd of people behind him.
Cuisheng shed tears.
"Master, take care of yourself. I will be back as soon as possible."
At the back of the crowd of people, the most conspicuous person was a tall man wearing a gray cloth shorts. He should be a farmhand in the mansion.
The farmhand's eyes, hidden under his thick eyebrows, flashed sharply as he pointed straight ahead at Cuisheng, who was holding his young wife's hand tightly.
Full of malice.
Song Yunyi wished he could chop off the hand that was in his way right then and there.
Unfortunately, his long eyebrows spread out, and he turned his back to his little wife, peeking at the helplessness on her profile.
Without even looking, the man could easily picture his wife's beautiful, flawless little face, revealing a look of helpless indulgence.
The expression that should have belonged to him alone could be seen by everyone present.
His little wife was so beautiful, he should hide her in a place only he knew.
After seeing off two close friends one after another, Lu Chunyu walked slowly back to the yard, feeling empty and uncomfortable.
She had no shortage of people to serve her. In the inner quarters of the palace, not counting the servants and maids who were responsible for sweeping the grounds outside, there were more than ten maids who served her closely.
Some of them came with her as a dowry, and some were from the palace, but the one she trusted the most was Errong.
So Lu Chunyu came to live in Zhuangzi to seek quietness and only brought Errong and Cuisheng with him.
Cuisheng left, Errong also left, and the housekeeper found two little maids from somewhere to serve her.
"Could you please not follow me? Can't I do this on my own?"
The tall man behind him stared at his little wife who was acting coquettishly towards him again without changing his expression. He stared for a long time, until the man's face became frightened.
He answered and looked honest, but actually he took a few steps forward nonchalantly.
"It's okay for the master not to bring the little maid, but I must follow you, to prevent anyone with no eyes from offending you."
This is the back mountain of my own manor, my own territory. Who is so blind and bold as to offend the princess of the current dynasty? He must be tired of living.
He snorted coldly and didn't even look at the blockhead following behind him.
Song Yunyi stared at his little wife with a frown on her face. She was like a fluttering butterfly, trying to fly out of his control.
As night fell, the lights in the corridor of Zhuangzi were turned off and there was no one there.
In the dark night, the fragrance of the daughter's room lingered, and the inner room was half-hidden by four screens.
The beauty lying on the bed was sleeping soundly when a breeze blew by and a strange noise came from the window.
The noise was very small. Someone who was in a deep sleep was lying slightly sideways facing outwards, without any disturbance.
The flower thief who climbed in through the window walked quietly and approached the bed with a clear goal.
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