"She dares." Shen Weiwan patted the dust on her hands, "But next time you come, you have to bring 'hand-rubbing fee'." She walked to the window and watched Liu disappear behind the moon cave door. Her eyes gradually turned cold, "Liu, this is just the beginning."
In the afternoon, Chuntao came in with a bowl of iced sour plum soup, her face full of smiles: "Miss, you didn't see it, the second wife smashed all the vases in the room after returning to her room! She also said she would never come to our courtyard again."
"If she doesn't come, I don't care." Shen Weiwan took the sour plum soup and took a sip. "By the way, has the invitation for the Spring Banquet been delivered?"
"It's here, it's here!" Chun Tao pulled out a red invitation sprinkled with gold from her sleeve. "It's from Madam Taifu herself, inviting the noble ladies of the capital to come to her house to admire the peonies."
Shen Weiwan took the invitation and traced the words "Spring Banquet" with her fingertips. She remembered the banquet in her previous life, when Shen Ruorou had planned to "borrow clothes" and made her look ridiculous in clothes with straw scraps sewn on them.
"Appreciating peonies?" Shen Weiwan raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a sly smile, "Okay, it's just right for me to go meet that good cousin."
Chun Tao looked at her young lady's smile and shuddered inexplicably: "Young lady, do you have another idea?"
"Of course." Shen Weiwan put down the sour plum soup, walked to the closet, opened the door, and saw several half-worn skirts hanging inside. "Doesn't Shen Ruoruo like to play the trick of 'borrowing clothes'? This time, I'll let her wear her own 'good clothes' and show off at the banquet."
She pulled out a gaudy pink gauze dress that Shen Ruorou had given her last year and ran her fingertips lightly over the hem. The dress looked beautiful, but the material snagged easily. Shen Ruorou had given it to her on purpose, hoping to make her look bad.
"Chun Tao," Shen Weiwan picked up her skirt, a gleam in her eyes, "Go, find some of the itchiest grass clippings, the more the better."
Chun Tao was stunned for a moment, then she understood and rubbed her hands excitedly: "Miss, you mean..."
"That's right." Shen Weiwan nodded, "Shen Ruorou wants me to wear itchy clothes? Then I'll return the favor and let her taste the itchy feeling of scratching her heart and liver."
The master and servant muttered in the room for a while. Chun Tao followed orders and went to find grass scraps, while Shen Weiwan took out her needle and thread and gestured at the pink gauze skirt. The sunlight shone through the window lattice, shining on her focused profile. Although she was clearly playing a prank, her eyes were surprisingly bright.
In the evening, the old housekeeper knocked on the door and came in with a bunch of keys in his hand: "Miss, the locks of the warehouse have been changed. Here are the new keys."
Shen Weiwan took the key. It was cold to the touch, but it made her feel at ease. She looked at the old housekeeper and said seriously, "Old housekeeper, thank you very much."
The old butler bowed. "Young Miss, you're too kind. This is my responsibility." He paused and whispered, "Second Madam sent someone to the accounting office this afternoon, asking to use the brocade in the warehouse. I turned them away, saying, 'Young Miss has changed the locks, and the key is with you.'"
"Well done." Shen Weiwan nodded approvingly, "From now on, if Liu wants to touch anything in the warehouse, she will not be allowed to do so without my warrant."
"Yes." The old housekeeper looked at the young lady in front of him, feeling a surge of emotion. In just a few days, she seemed like a completely different person. Not only did she keep the red gold hairpin, but she also made the Second Madam suffer twice, and even firmly grasped the key to the storehouse.
After the old housekeeper left, Shen Weiwan put the key into a secret compartment, and took out the treasury list from her past life memory, comparing it with the account given by the old housekeeper, and checking it one by one. She would remember every penny that Liu withheld, and would get it back with interest in the future.
When Chuntao came back with a handful of dried grass clippings, she saw Shen Weiwan frowning at the account book. She put the grass clippings on the table and asked in a low voice: "Miss, are you still looking at the account?"
“Yeah.” Shen Weiwan didn’t even raise her head, “Liu has been greedy for a lot in the past few years, and we have to find a way to make her spit it out.”
Chun Tao looked at the grass scraps on the table, then at the account book, and suddenly said, "Miss, how about we give the Second Madam a 'hand-rubbing gift' too? Let her rub out all the money she embezzled?"
Hearing this, Shen Weiwan couldn't help but laugh: "Your head is becoming more and more like mine." She put down the account book and picked up the grass scraps, "Let's deal with Shen Ruorou first. She will have a good show to watch at the Spring Banquet."
Late at night, Shen Weiwan lit the oil lamp and stitched grass scraps into the lining of her pink gauze skirt. Chuntao yawned beside her and helped her pass the needle and thread.
"Miss, do you think the second lady will have a nightmare tonight?" Chuntao asked in a low voice.
Shen Weiwan paused, thinking of Liu's grinning face when her hands were rubbed, and couldn't help laughing: "Of course she will. Maybe she will even dream of a room full of stones chasing her."
The master and servant laughed softly. The moonlight from the window streamed into the room, illuminating their busy figures. No one noticed as a dark figure flashed across the courtyard wall and quickly disappeared into the night.
The next morning, Liu sent someone to deliver a note saying that she had "caught a cold" and would not go to the Spring Festival Banquet. Shen Weiwan looked at the note and sneered: "Are you scared? It's too late."
She handed the pink gauze skirt to Chuntao to keep, and gave her a few more instructions. Chuntao nodded repeatedly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Let's go," Shen Weiwan stood up and straightened her clothes, "We should also get ready to go to this 'good show'."
Chun Tao followed her, her heart full of anticipation. She knew that her young lady would definitely make the second young lady suffer a great loss when she went to the Spring Banquet this time.
At this moment, Shen Ruorou was trying on her newly made moon-white skirt in front of the mirror, thinking about how to embarrass Shen Weiwan at the Spring Banquet. She had no idea that a pink gauze skirt with grass scraps sewn on it had prepared a "surprise" for her.
The Spring Banquet in the capital is about to stage a new farce. This time, the protagonist is Shen Weiwan, who will use her own way to make all those who look down on her and scheme against her pay the price.
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