Chapter 91
Yining did not respond after hearing what the second lady of the He family said.
Cheng Lang would definitely not marry Zhao Mingzhu. If she remembered correctly, Cheng Lang seemed to have finally married a daughter of a high-ranking family. She couldn't quite remember who it was, but she was born into a legitimate family and was truly arrogant, but her status and talent were worthy of this arrogance.
The second young lady of the He family was talking to her when Old Madam Wei sent someone to call her over.
She was talking with Mingzhu in the house when she saw Yining coming over. Old Madam Wei pulled her to her side and said to her with a smile: "...I'm afraid there will be a happy event in our house soon."
Mingzhu turned and saw Yining. Her daily attire was simple, but the Hetian jade on her wrist and the blue-gold satin woven with gold were both worth thousands of gold. She was being kept in the Duke of Ying's mansion, and her complexion had become increasingly translucent and flawless. Although she was not overbearing, she had a certain dignity about her.
Zhao Mingzhu thought back to the day she saw Luo Yining talking to Cheng Lang, how she had left Cheng Lang inside to teach Tingger, and how she had humiliated him these past few days. A smile crept up her face, but she said angrily, "Why are you saying that?"
In fact, Yi Ning had never wanted to argue with Zhao Mingzhu because there was no need. She was Zhao Mingzhu's biological daughter, and Zhao Mingzhu was fostered. Arguing with her would be a loss of status. Anyway, Zhao Mingzhu and Cheng Lang had nothing to do with her, and the slap was not to her face. She asked, "What happy event are you talking about?"
Cheng Lang walked through the door at that moment. He loved to wear moon-white robes, as elegant as the clear breeze and bright moon. Others couldn't match this color, but he looked even more handsome in it. And with the silver hair crown, the look was eye-catching. He walked over with a faint smile and said, "I heard Mother Song said you were looking for me. Is there something important?"
Cheng Lang's mother was born out of wedlock, and since the Duke of Ying's family had few descendants, Lu Jiaxue had Cheng Lang acknowledge the Duke of Ying as his maternal grandfather, a formality that was included in the family tree. Zhao Mingzhu's adoption of Lu Jiaxue as her adoptive father was at the request of Old Madam Wei, a seemingly minor honorific. Lu Jiaxue didn't do much for her beyond sending her gifts during festivals.
Yi Ning had rarely seen Cheng Lang since their last meeting; after all, he was busy with court affairs. One day, Yi Ning saw him standing tall and straight in Ting'er's study, his slender fingers flicking at a dragonfly tied to a small basket. Ting'er saw it and said to him, "This is something my sister folded for me. Isn't it beautiful? If you like it, I'll ask her to fold one for you, too."
"Mingzhu?" Cheng Lang asked him.
Ting Ge'er shook his head: "Mingzhu is Sister Mingzhu, and sister is sister."
Cheng Lang smiled and shook his head after hearing this: "No need..." No matter how well it is done, it is not done by that person, so it is meaningless.
But from then on, he treated Yi Ning differently. He truly felt she bore some resemblance to that man, so he became more polite and stopped acting frivolously. This was a sign of respect for her. But since he no longer wanted to exploit Yi Ning, he naturally had no desire to get close to a young girl, and so he became much colder towards her.
Cheng Lang also saw Yining sitting next to Old Lady Wei and called her "cousin Yining." Yining felt that he was in a good mood today and finally responded with a smile.
Zhao Mingzhu felt that his attitude towards Yining was cold, so she said, "Brother Cheng Lang, last time you said that Biluoxuan's cosmetics were good, you gave me a box. Why didn't you give any to Yining? This is really partiality. You can't be so partial. You must give it to Yining at least."
Cheng Lang felt a little sarcastic when he heard this. He knew what Zhao Mingzhu meant. But what Zhao Mingzhu didn't know was that Wei Ling truly loved his daughter. He placed all kinds of treasures in her room, and the cosmetics and perfumes she used were all tributes given by the palace. Of course, Yi Ning herself probably didn't know this. He said to Yi Ning, "If sister Yi Ning wants it, I will send it to you the next day."
"I don't mind. Since it's a gift for Sister Mingzhu, it means Sister Mingzhu is blessed." Yining really didn't know what she used in her daily life. She just knew that it was useful.
The more Mrs. Wei looked at Cheng Lang, the more satisfied she became. After hearing what they said, she felt that Cheng Lang was interested in Mingzhu. She smiled and said, "Mingzhu, you and your sister Yining should go to the back room first."
This is about to clear the area.
Yi Ning thought carelessly, since she knew it wouldn't work out, she was lazy. She was also tired from her daily life, so she asked the maid to help her go to the side room to rest. Zhao Mingzhu came in and whispered to her maid Su Xi. Qing Qu brought in some medicine for Yi Ning and whispered to her, "I finally managed to get you better... but you thought you were fine and were lazy about not taking the medicine. Are you feeling sick again now?"
Yining originally had dysmenorrhea problems, and it took Qingqu a long time to treat her.
Qingqu had never been particularly respectful when speaking to Yining, something Zhenzhu and the others were used to. But Zhao Mingzhu was skeptical. She noticed the girl Yining had brought back was tall and unusual. After drinking the medicine, Yining handed it to her, frowning and saying, "Why don't you have plums..." The medicine was very bitter, and plums would remove the taste.
Qingqu raised his eyebrows and said, "Plums will spoil the properties of my medicine. I can't eat them."
If this kind of girl was in her place, she would have been kicked out long ago! Zhao Mingzhu thought to herself, but she saw Yining just pursed her lips, and seemed to be a little spoiled in front of this girl, which she didn't usually do: "Well, if you can't eat plums, I can drink water, right?"
Qingqu then nodded and said, "Okay." He took her medicine bowl, poured hot water into it, and handed it to her.
Yi Ning was speechless for a moment, but she drank it anyway. Who made Qingqu the most influential person in her room? Last time, Daimao had a heartache, and she took a few doses of medicine to suppress it. Now, Daimao was completely devoted to her. The maids in her room all said, "Miss Qingqu is right. She is capable, and you should listen to her."
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