Chapter 180 Mutual Fighting
With just one sentence from the old lady, Qiuheng immediately became the most eye-catching person in the room.
Qiu Heng lowered her eyes slightly, looking obedient.
"Well, Heng'er is indeed outstanding, far superior to Fu'er and the others," Master Qiu said, completely agreeing with the old lady.
It has to be said that the truth is that the Prime Minister's Mansion was completely finished. If the old lady hadn't intervened, the Earl's Mansion would not have gained any benefits, but would have become a laughing stock. Even the history of the Prime Minister's downfall would have included the story of the Yongqing Earl's Mansion selling its daughter for personal gain.
"Alright, that's all I wanted to say. Everyone, you can all leave now."
Once outside, Madam Zhao, the first wife, said to Qiu Fu, "Come back to the room with me."
Faced with her mother's request, Qiu Fu said expressionlessly, "I haven't been eating or sleeping well these days, and I'm a little tired. I want to rest for a while."
"you--"
Master Qiu stopped Zhao from getting angry: "Forget it, let Fu'er rest first."
Back at their residence, Madam Zhao complained with a sullen face, "Master, did you see that? Fu'er has completely resented us."
“Mother has always spoiled her the most, which has made her very temperamental. She’ll be fine in a few days. Why are you arguing with her now? If it gets back to Mother, she’ll scold you.”
Zhao's eyes reddened: "She was born after I carried her for ten months, how can she not understand her parents at all..."
Master Qiu sighed: "With the current state of the Prime Minister's mansion, anyone would think that we made a mistake back then. Didn't you see Mother humiliating Father in public?"
This was impossible before.
"I'm going to my father's place to tell him that Fu'er is back."
Despite the cold weather, Uncle Yongqing didn't go out; he was holed up in the front yard drinking alone.
Fang Xiang's path is gone. All that effort to curry favor was for nothing. I'm so frustrated!
"Sir, the master has arrived."
"Please come in."
Seeing Master Qiu walk in, Earl Yongqing, holding his wine cup, asked, "What is it?"
"Father, I've come to tell you that Fu'er has returned."
Yongqingbo sat up straight immediately: "When did she return? Where has she been all this time?"
"She just got back..." Master Qiu's voice lowered unconsciously, "Mother said she arranged for Fu'er to go out..."
"I knew it!" Uncle Yongqing slammed his wine cup on the table, grabbed his thick coat, put it on, and went outside.
Knowing that his parents would probably have a big argument, Master Qiu silently returned to his residence.
In Qiansong Hall, the old lady instructed her head maid, Chuncao, "Send my set of pink jade headdress to Lengxiang Residence."
Chuncao paused, then asked uncertainly, "The set of pink jade headdresses that came with your dowry?"
"That's the set. The color is perfect for a young girl. It's a waste to keep it sitting in the back of the trunk." The old lady said in a calm tone.
Spring Grass's mood, however, was far from calm.
As the old lady's head maid, she knew very well how much the old lady cherished her dowry jewelry. She never expected that the most elegant set would be given to the sixth young lady!
"What are you standing there for? Go quickly." The old lady urged Chuncao, sighing with heartache.
That girl is quite wealthy; she casually gives her servants gold coins as rewards, while ordinary gifts make her, as the grandmother, seem stingy.
But she couldn't leave Sixth Sister unrewarded for saving Fourth Sister.
That swindler, how come she's so rich?
Chuncao walked out carrying the jewelry box, and curtsied to Yongqingbo who was striding towards her: "Uncle."
The Earl of Yongqing walked straight past, lifted the curtain, and came to the old lady.
"Was it really you who sent Fu'er away?"
The old lady didn't even lift her eyelids: "Hmm."
"Am I the last one to know?"
"Yang'er and the others don't know, do they?"
"They simply didn't know!" Marquis Yongqing was furious. "You kept it a secret so well! Did you feel happy when I was so anxious and upset back then?"
"yes."
The old lady readily admitted it, but the Earl of Yongqing was stunned: "What did you say?"
“I told you that I was happy to see you so anxious and upset about not being able to sell your granddaughter.”
The Marquis of Yongqing took a deep breath and pointed angrily at the old lady: "Have you lost your mind—"
A cup of tea was splashed on the face of the Marquis of Yongqing. The old lady slammed the teacup down and said, "The Fang family has been destroyed and everyone is dead. You still come to provoke me. Are you too idle because the Marquis's mansion didn't go down with them?"
"How dare you treat me like this?" Yongqingbo asked in disbelief, forgetting even to wipe the tea stains off his beard.
"Then you can divorce me." The old lady said indifferently.
She feared that if the old man died, she would immediately lose her title; the old man feared that if she died, it would hinder his sons' careers. Since neither could kill the other, there was nothing to fear.
At an age when she has many children and grandchildren, would the old man really divorce her?
"The older you get, the thicker your skin becomes!" Uncle Yongqing was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet.
The old lady rolled her eyes: "You're as shameless as I am."
The maid standing outside the door heard a series of startling clattering sounds from inside the room, followed by silence.
The old lady looked down at the Earl of Yongqing, whom she had kicked to the ground, and calmed her breathing: "Earl, why don't you focus your energy on improving your health, so that our family's title can last longer?"
It's worrying that they can't even beat an old woman who's half-buried.
In the center of Lengxiang Residence, Fangzhou took out a complete set of pink jade jewelry and placed it in front of Qiuheng, exclaiming in amazement, "So beautiful!"
Qiu Heng smiled and said, "When you get married in the future, I will give you this set of jewelry as part of your dowry."
"How can that be? This was given to you by the old lady." Fangzhou was genuinely happy for Qiuheng. "The old lady truly treats you like her granddaughter. You can wear it when you get married to Lord Xue."
"What are you talking about?" Qiu Heng always knew she was thick-skinned, but her heart skipped a beat when she heard this. "I was clearly talking about you."
"Me?" Fangzhou shook her head. "I'm not getting married."
"Why?" Qiu Heng asked curiously.
"Before, I only thought about finding my enemies. Now that I've avenged them, I'm thinking of taking on an apprentice who likes making pastries in a couple of years. When we get old, I'll have my apprentice make pastries for us..." Fangzhou said happily, outlining his plans.
“That works too. I love red bean cake the most. I’ll teach your apprentice how to make red bean cake first…” Qiu Heng also started to dream.
Fangzhou nodded with a smile: "Okay."
"Today we brought the Fourth Miss back. On the way, we encountered the men of the Fang family being exiled. In this weather, I estimate that half of them will die on the road."
"Serves her right." Fangzhou spat. "I wonder if Granny Su is dead or not."
"She shouldn't be dead. I'll ask Xue Han later to see where she's been sold off to."
Fangzhou suddenly burst into tears: "Miss, I really can't believe it will turn out this well."
Qiu Heng patted Fang Zhou, her expression one of sudden relaxation and languor: "Where there's a will, there's a way. Think about what kind of disciple you'll take in the future, a male or a female disciple..."
This rare moment of ease lasted only until the second day, when it was shattered by someone from the palace.
"It is said that Qiuheng, the sixth daughter of the Yongqing Marquis's family, has come to the palace to pay her respects."
Qiu Heng went to the palace with the eunuch, leaving the Yongqing Earl's mansion with countless questions.
(End of this chapter)
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