Xiaoyu said seriously: "Yi Ling’s personal maid is now taking Yi Ling’s letter to the Sun Family, probably to find Sun Yaowen."
Xin He raised her eyebrows: "She moves quite fast, no longer sneaky, directly sending Xiaohong so boldly to deliver the letter. This girl is indeed extraordinary."
Unfortunately, she is using her talents in the wrong way.
Xiaoyu knew that Xin He’s words were ironic, and she still remembered what she had told her before: although she liked smart people, loyalty was more important, and she would rather have a loyal fool than a genius with ulterior motives.
That was also meant to warn Xiaoyu.
When she had been taken in by the mistress at the beginning, it was because she was considered smart and resourceful, but if she hatched any devious ideas, the mistress probably would not be merciful.
"Sun Yaowen has received the letter now, and I guess he will go to the brothel to pick her up soon. Even if Madam Chen goes back now, she probably won’t be able to do anything to Yi Ling. Maybe she’ll even be infuriated to death. Mistress, are we just going to let her show off?" Xiaoyu asked.
Although the mistress was holding a big move against Sun Yaowen and the Yihong Courtyard, and Yi Ling was just a chess piece for her, such arrogance was indeed annoying.
Xin He smiled coldly, with a trace of chill in the smile: "Yes, just letting her get away with it would be very annoying."
"So, Madam means..."
"In order to cause a stir in such a big show, there must be someone who knows how to stir things up. Otherwise, wouldn’t we just give Yi Ling a good opportunity for nothing?" Xin He sneered.
Although becoming Sun Yaowen’s honored concubine was not exactly a good thing in Ji Xinhe’s eyes and was even disgusting, since Yi Ling considered it a good thing, Ji Xinhe couldn’t let her have it easily either.
"Madam thinks, who is the most suitable person to stir up trouble?" Xiaoyu asked in a low voice, her mind turning over and over again, as if she had a vague answer.
Xin He smiled slightly: "Ji Xiulan."
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Sun Yaowen had been enjoying himself recently, and Ji Xiulan naturally spared no effort to please him. They were old lovers, so they understood each other well without saying much.
Xiulan was happy to see Sun Yaowen still showing great interest in her. After all, Sun Yaowen was now Grandpa Sun’s favored one, and if Grandpa Sun should die someday and Sun Yaowen should accidentally inherit a huge fortune, she would naturally rise to the heavens!
Otherwise, if Grandpa Sun died, she, a concubine who hadn’t even given birth to a son, would be immediately executed by Grandma Sun.
These days, Ji Xiulan’s face was full of spring breeze, as if she saw her beautiful future. But who knew that at this moment, she heard from her personal maid Cui Ya: "I heard someone say that young master seems to be planning to bring in the girl Yi Ling from the brothel into the residence."
By "young master," she meant Sun Yaowen. Cui Ya knew about their relationship, so Ji Xiulan knew who she was talking about without mentioning names.
Ji Xiulan was taken aback: "Yi Ling from the brothel? Aren’t there tensions between the brothel and Yihong Courtyard? How come they’re thinking of taking her as a concubine?"
Ji Xiulan was somewhat upset. No wonder she felt that Sun Yaowen was not as devoted to her as before - he had found a new love.
But as upset as she was, she had no right to stop anything and was about to dismiss Cui Ya impatiently.
But then Cui Ya continued: "I heard that the young master intends to make her his honored concubine!"
At these words, Ji Xiulan’s eyes widened, and she slammed her hand on the table, standing up: "What did you say?"
"I just heard people talking. I don’t know if it’s true or not," Cui Ya said hastily.
"A promiscuous woman from a brothel is qualified to be an honored concubine?!" Ji Xiulan cursed angrily.
If Sun Yaowen brought in an honored concubine before getting married, wouldn’t Yi Ling become the mistress of the residence?!
Ji Xiulan asked urgently, "Who did you hear it from? Is it true or false?"
"When I went out just now, I heard people discussing it, as if the people from the brothel were talking about this matter, but I didn’t pay attention. I only heard the news and hurried back to let Madam know. I also inquired on my way back that a girl from the brothel, Yi Ling’s personal maid, came to see the young master today."
Ji Xiulan sneered: "Well done, Sun Yaowen! Flirting with me last night, and now you’re going to break the rules for a lowly courtesan and make her an honored concubine! If Grandpa Sun dies, wouldn’t you want to make her a proper wife?"
"Young master probably doesn’t have the guts to do that."
"Who knows if he does or not? No way! That Yi Ling must be a seductress to have such a bold idea, asking to be an honored concubine? No way!" Ji Xiulan couldn’t help cursing. She entered the Sun Family as a virtuous girl, and yet she was only a concubine! And a concubine to an old man at that!
Why should Yi Ling, a promiscuous woman, be able to become Sun Yaowen’s honored concubine so easily?
This was a position she had been coveting for a long time!
Ji Xiulan rushed toward Sun Yaowen’s courtyard.
Although Ji Xiulan was annoyed now, she still had her reason. She had to stir up trouble in this matter but could not go too far since she had to hold onto Sun Yaowen’s weakness.
Sun Yaowen had received Yi Ling’s letter and was rushing to the brothel to pick her up.
But he was stopped by Ji Xiulan.
"Xiulan? How did you get here?" Sun Yaowen was subconsciously guilty.
Ji Xiulan said with a fake smile: "Why shouldn’t I be here?"
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The brothel.
When Madam Chen returned angrily, Yi Ling was eagerly waiting for Sun Yaowen’s sedan chair. Who would have thought that she would see Madam Chen return without Sun Yaowen’s arrival?
Seeing Madam Chen’s face, Yi Ling secretly cursed herself as she tried to escape back to her room.
But Madam Chen stopped her directly: "Yi Ling."
Her voice was icy cold with a somewhat unfamiliar tone.
Yi Ling sensed it and felt a cold sweat on her back. She turned around and smiled: "Madam Chen is back? Didn’t you say you were going to Wang Ya Po’s place to pick up some girls? How come I didn’t see them? Did Madam Chen hide them somewhere?"
However, Madam Chen wasn’t in the mood for small talk and slapped her face in anger.
With a loud slap, the entire brothel fell silent.
Everyone looked dumbfounded, only Yi Ling was slapped to the ground, her eyes filled with hatred.
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