Chapter 10 Who doesn't dream of a pretty girl? A-Zhu: Hard work will definitely pay off...
"elder sister!"
As soon as she caught sight of that familiar figure, Mingxia's eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't stop them from falling.
She rushed over and hugged the person, sobbing and wailing, "Waaah, sister, I thought I'd never see you again, sister..."
Mingxia is Qingwen's younger sister, born of the same mother. What she is called in the palace doesn't matter, since servants' names are given by their masters anyway. But the blood ties can never be severed, and the two of them depend on each other for survival in the palace.
Qingwen is resilient, hardworking, and lucky. Over the years, he has served Consort Zhang and has gained a certain level of respect.
Mingxia was young, so she stayed in the Yeting Palace. Qingwen did her best to take care of her, naturally not wanting Mingxia to suffer the same hardships she had endured.
Seeing Mingxia crying so heartbrokenly, Qingwen hugged her and felt extremely distressed.
"How did you lose so much weight?"
“I went to see you a while ago, but the nanny said you had caught a cold… She also said that there were quite a few people in the inner palace who had caught a cold, and the illness was very serious. In order to be on the safe side, everyone in the palace must take good care of themselves.”
As Qingwen wiped Mingxia's tears with a handkerchief, he continued, "Since I couldn't see you, I asked someone to help me..."
Before she could speak, Qingwen's expression changed drastically upon seeing Mingxia's face. She suddenly raised her voice, "You, you, your face."
Mingxia instinctively covered her face, hiding the red spots on it—
In the scandal involving the herbal powder in the inner palace a month ago, perhaps due to differences in constitution or dosage, the degree of misfortune varied among the palace maids.
Some of them only developed red rashes that would itch and then heal in a few days, while others were more seriously injured, with a series of blisters... But looking at them, Mingxia was undoubtedly the one who was most seriously injured.
Firstly, since the "grass powder" was given to Azhu by Mingxia, others would inevitably observe Mingxia's actions first, and Mingxia received the most "grass powder".
Secondly, Mingxia was angry that she had helped Azhu herself, so she angrily applied layer after layer of scalp cream to her face... The blisters on Mingxia's face subsided, but they left permanent scars.
Qingwen gently placed his trembling hand on Mingxia's face: "Does it still hurt?"
Mingxia shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
Qingwen gritted her teeth, a fierce look appearing in her tearful eyes: "Tell your sister, what exactly happened?"
Despite the nanny's repeated orders to keep quiet, Mingxia couldn't possibly keep it from her own sister, so she immediately told Qingwen everything without revealing a single detail.
Hearing Mingxia's words, Qingwen's expression gradually calmed down.
"Sister, I am now..."
Qingwen wiped away Mingxia's tears. "The palace selection will be in a few days. My girl, you... can't serve your mistress right now. I'll find a way to let you do some lighter work first, and then I'll ask the imperial physician to give you a proper check-up."
"The imperial physicians in the palace are all extremely skilled; they will definitely be able to cure you."
"Your health is the most important thing. Don't think about anything else, just take good care of yourself. I'll take care of everything else."
Qingwen looked into Mingxia's eyes and said softly, "Don't worry, your sister won't let those who bullied you be smug for long."
Mingxia sniffed and nodded repeatedly: "I'll listen to whatever you say, sister."
"Good girl." Qingwen smiled and ruffled Mingxia's hair. "Go back and get some rest, and wait patiently."
With her sister's comfort and reassurance, Mingxia, no longer so flustered, left with much lighter steps.
Standing there, Qingwen watched Mingxia leave. Once Mingxia was out of sight, the reassuring smile on Qingwen's face slowly faded.
She slowly turned around, and on the way to Fugong Palace in the past year, she softly murmured the name that Mingxia had repeatedly mentioned: "Azhu".
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Yeting
"A-Zhu?"
Granny Sun, who was writing something with her pen, paused, looked up at Granny Yang, and asked, "Does this mean... she said it herself?"
Granny Yang shook her head: "No, there isn't any."
"But if she hadn't had such thoughts, why would she inquire about the late Consort Feng for no reason?"
Stories involving beautiful women who bring disaster always spread faster and wider than other news, captivating people's imaginations and remaining popular for a long time.
The famous Consort Feng was someone the palace maids knew well.
Granny Sun had been in the palace for a long time, and she had personally seen Consort Feng.
Upon suddenly hearing the name of Consort Feng again, Granny Sun, sitting behind her desk, seemed somewhat dazed.
One moment her mind flashed the image of the alluring and jade-like Consort Feng, the next it was the image of A-Zhu...
A truly beautiful child doesn't need to be described with words over and over again; your memory will accurately tell you what she looks like.
Of course, the current A-Zhu is indeed no match for Consort Feng, who was nourished by top power and wealth and had an extraordinary demeanor, but A-Zhu has a rare vitality and freshness.
Granny Sun was furious at A-Zhu for making mistakes and punished her countless times, but in the end she couldn't bear to take away her "living spirit".
Everyone in the inner palace was annoyed by A-Zhu, a sycophant who shamelessly fawned over the old women all day long...
But the nannies are human after all. Between a little palace maid who is always timid and hesitant in front of the nanny and Ah Zhu who is always trying to please her, who do you think the nanny would favor?
Although the intention was to "make an example of someone," it was clear that A-Zhu was not the only "chicken" in the inner palace. In fact, it was uncertain whether A-Zhu would even be of any use until a certain level was reached.
Granny Sun had considered Ah Zhu's whereabouts several times. In the past, Ah Zhu's dark skin was not so bad, but now his skin was as white and shiny as silk, and his features were suddenly revealed. His beautiful eyes were fierce and seemed to be squeezing into people's heads.
Even though she makes a lot of small mistakes and embarrasses herself, it's both infuriating and funny.
"A-Zhu..."
When Sun Mama mentions Azhu now, she sighs, "She was always bold. Even after being taught a lesson, she would still dare to sneak over and act cute again."
"Her ambition is ingrained in her bones, and despite her young age, it always shines through her eyes... No matter how much you try to restrain her, you can't hide it."
"Who would have thought that man proposes, God disposes."
Thinking of Ah Zhu's current state, Granny Sun sighed, shook her head, and smiled: "Well, now even Heaven is going to grant her wish and let her have her way this time."
Granny Sun closed the book in her hand.
"After lunch, I went to find Ah Zhu and told her that I had something to tell her."
"yes."
Seeing that Granny Yang had acknowledged and left, Granny Sun looked at the booklet in her hand, remained silent for a long time, and finally opened it, picking up her pen to cross out the line that mentioned A-Zhu.
Everyone has their own ambitions, and besides, the heavens are on our side.
Considering how devoted Ah-Zhu has been to serving me all these years, let's grant her wish.
Granny Sun sat silently for a moment, then got up and slowly headed towards Kunning Palace.
A note from the author:
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Ambitious Jiang Azhu looked longingly at Granny Sun's sixth-rank stewardship: Strive, strive, and strive again!
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