Chapter 220 My great-aunt was so angry with Miss Meng that she fainted!
Before Meng Shilan could speak, Huang Qiuning on the second floor couldn't stand it anymore.
"Whose house is this old lady? Is her door made of gold? It's so precious."
Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone upstairs and downstairs to hear.
Everyone downstairs looked towards the second floor.
However, Huang Qiuning had already pulled her sister away to avoid it.
Huang Yuning is right. No matter how unconventional she is, she still doesn't dare to argue in public.
When has Madam Zhou ever lost face like this?
He choked so badly he could barely speak.
When Meng Shilan looked up, she could only see a corner of a garment.
She looked away, then smiled slightly. "Please rest assured, Madam Zhou."
"Although I am rude and impolite, I know that I will only come to your door when you are invited to a banquet."
"As for what kind of banquet it is..."
She smiled, leaving only half a sentence unsaid.
He turned around and led Fu'er and Shuang'er to the room next door.
Madam Zhou was so angry that she pointed her hand in mid-air, her mouth open but unable to utter a single word.
"Great-aunt!"
Song Jiyun was shocked, and then she spoke urgently to the maid of the embroidery shop beside her.
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and fetch a doctor!"
The maidservant hurriedly left the room.
Those who witnessed the whole thing were all horrified.
This Miss Meng is too brave. The Zhou family is currently at the height of its power. If something really happens to Old Madam Zhou, the young master of the Zhou family will probably not let it go.
They dared to confront each other head-on without a single man in the manor to back them up.
I have no idea what she was thinking.
Moreover, it seems that Miss Meng's words were barbed and sarcastic...
Song Jiyun glanced in the direction of the next room.
A fleeting smile crossed her eyes.
Even if Zhou Congxian protects her, now Old Madam Zhou is caught in the middle.
She wondered if Zhou Congxian's filial piety would still allow him to favor Meng Shilan.
Song Jiyun put the handkerchief, which contained some powder, back into his sleeve.
The powder on her fingertips accidentally rubbed onto the hem of her skirt, and with a movement, it all fell off and disappeared without a trace.
Old Madam Zhou's face was pale, and her eyes were somewhat glazed over.
The breath in my chest is stuck, unable to go up or down.
She still doesn't know that Song Jiyun, whom she loves and cherishes, is now only using her as a useful bargaining chip.
Her originally healthy body became increasingly weak due to repeated illnesses.
Shuang'er couldn't help but glance back.
All she could see now were the somewhat flustered maidservants and the figure of Song Jiyun.
Shuang'er was originally named Shuangjiang, a name given to her by the old lady. Her parents were servants in the Duke of Ying's mansion.
She had been serving in Madam Zhou's courtyard since she was thirteen years old.
She never went hungry or cold at the British Duke's residence.
However, her life was also predictable and predictable.
She's gotten used to life outside, and she wouldn't want to go back if asked.
Shuang'er pursed her lips slightly. Her mother had died trying to save the old lady.
So, being so young and knowing nothing, she was taken to the courtyard to serve.
The maids in the manor said she was born beautiful and was now being raised by the old lady to learn manners, so that she would become the young master's concubine in the future.
The old lady sent her to serve Lady Jiang, also so that she could learn from Lady Jiang how to keep her man...
Later, she left the capital with her sister and traveled to many places.
Madam Zhou can be considered the first benefactor.
If it weren't for her, she might not know her sister now, nor would she have the free and easy life she enjoys today.
She now acts as if she doesn't recognize Old Madam Zhou.
she……
Meng Shilan noticed her unusual behavior, "What's wrong?"
Shuang'er had long since lost any anticipation for her new clothes.
Her mind was filled with the look in Old Madam Zhou's eyes when she looked at her.
It's like...
"I...I feel like I'm an ungrateful wretch..."
Meng Shilan knew about Shuang'er's background.
She looked up at her and said, "Your mother died saving the old lady; your family is the one who has done the favor."
"Isn't it only right that she promoted you?"
Shuang'er lowered her eyes and tapped her fingers.
She has been hiding her identity.
She was just a lowly maidservant.
If it weren't for this opportunity, she would still be just a maidservant.
Meng Shilan had always understood what Shuang'er was thinking.
They are actually quite similar, which is why they have been able to get along so well for so long.
People from humble backgrounds all yearn to carve out their own path in life.
Therefore, she is not afraid of being tired or suffering. Even though a man like Wei Xun is now in love with her, she does not want to rush into marriage. She only wants to make herself better.
Their sense of security comes from themselves.
Meng Shilan patted her arm, "Everything has its cause and effect, and you and Madam Zhou are even."
Fu'er walked over and hugged Shuang'er, "Sister Shuang'er, how much money do you owe her? Fu'er will pay you back all the New Year's money."
Shuang'er touched her little face and almost laughed.
"I don't owe any money."
Meng Shilan then held up a light yellow dress and held it up against her.
"It's only been a month, and they've already cut back again."
At that moment, there was a lot of noise outside.
Zhou Congxian was summoned from the capital's yamen (government office), and he hadn't even had time to change out of his official robes.
Then came the doctor summoned by the embroidery shop.
Meng Shilan glanced at him through the half-open window.
Zhou Congxian caught her gaze immediately.
He was about to call out to her when Song Jiyun ran out with tears streaming down her face.
"Young Master, quickly look at your great-aunt!"
Zhou Congxian saw that his grandmother was lying in Zhou Wanhui's arms.
His eyes were half-closed, and his face was ashen; he looked very unwell!
"grandmother!"
Zhou Congxian's heart sank, and he quickly approached, taking two steps at a time.
The doctor stepped forward and, as was customary, carefully placed a handkerchief on Madam Zhou's wrist before taking her pulse.
His breath was faint, yet his pulse was sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
The doctor was just an ordinary doctor, and he had no clue what to do with this pulse.
"Please forgive me, sir. This old man is not skilled enough and dare not delay the old lady. It would be more prudent for you to have the imperial physician examine her!"
Zhou Congxian pulled off the jade token from his waist and turned to instruct Ji Xiaoman, who was standing at the door.
"Xiaoman, go and invite Imperial Physician Cui here!"
After Ji Xiaoman left, he glanced at the eyes that were watching everywhere.
"Shopkeeper, a screen, a couch, and hot water!"
The screen was erected, blocking all views.
Song Jiyun's eyes flickered slightly.
The crowd had already gathered to watch, and despite the stage being so high, Zhou Congxian was still blatantly standing in the Meng family's house.
He is the unworthy descendant of the entire capital.
In this dynasty, filial piety is the most important virtue.
If Zhou Congxian dares to set a precedent, he will be going against the law!
Song Jiyun gently wiped away her tears, "Your Highness, Jiyun knows about your relationship with Miss Meng, but..."
Her lips parted slightly, her expression one of unspoken difficulty.
Zhou Congxian frowned. "Speak quickly if you have something to say."
As if she had made up her mind, Song Jiyun gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, "My great-aunt was so angered by Miss Meng that she fainted!"
"What?"
"I know you don't believe it, but everyone in the embroidery shop saw it today."
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