Chapter 51 Serving Tea
After washing up, Chunxi and Shen Qingyuan went to the main courtyard together to serve tea.
As soon as I arrived at the main courtyard gate, I heard Mrs. Mo and Marquis Qingyuan arguing.
"Yesterday was Yuan'er's wedding, but the Marquis didn't even come back to preside over the event. I don't know what kind of magic potion he was fed."
"He's been married three times already. Who knows how long the girl he's marrying this time will live? Besides, he doesn't even entertain guests. Why do you insist on asking me to come back? What's so special about a girl from a small family that I should meet her?"
"He has been married three times, but Yue'er and Yu'er haven't found their marriages yet. Your Majesty, won't you consider them?"
"Don't we have you? You, a concubine's daughter, can become the wife of a marquis. Can't you arrange a good marriage for your son?"
The old story was brought up, and a fight was about to break out. Shen Qingyuan dragged Chunxi into the main courtyard, and the maidservant in the courtyard hurriedly announced: "My Lord, Madam, the eldest young master and the young mistress are here to serve tea!"
The noise stopped abruptly. When the two entered the room, Marquis Qingyuan and Mrs. Mo were both sitting in the main seats. Mrs. Mo curled her lips and smiled in a dignified and noble manner.
But the gossip that Shen Qingyuan told last night and the quarrel between the two of them just now kept echoing in Chunxi's ears. Chunxi just felt that Mo's smile was very miserable.
It’s over, it’s a bit difficult to hold!
Afraid that he would laugh out loud, Chunxi quickly lowered his head and pinched his thighs hard with his hands.
Mrs. Mo had no idea that Chunxi knew all her secrets, and she thought Chunxi was timid and afraid, which was why she was so humble.
Aunt Jia brought the wedding tea.
The tea was boiling hot, and even with the lid on, steam was still coming out.
This was a deliberate warning that Mrs. Mo had prepared for Chunxi.
Chunxi was about to pick it up when her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Shen Qingyuan said solemnly, "Someone, go to the ancestral hall and get my mother's tablet."
Mrs. Mo's expression froze slightly. "Yuan'er, didn't you go to the ancestral hall to pay your respects to your elder sister yesterday? Today's tea..."
"Shouldn't I serve tea to my mother first and then to my mother?"
Shen Qingyuan asked back.
Just as Madam Mo was about to speak, Marquis Qingyuan said impatiently, "If you don't want your new daughter-in-law to offer tea to your mother, just say so. Why bring such an unlucky thing here?"
Xiao would rather take the contraceptive soup than give birth to a child for Qingyuan Hou. Qingyuan Hou hated her so much that he didn't even want to see her tablet.
"My Lord..."
Mrs. Mo felt aggrieved, but just as she was about to open her mouth, she was interrupted by the Marquis of Qingyuan: "You still have two biological sons. When they get married, you'll have daughters-in-law who will serve you tea. Why argue with the dead?"
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Is she fighting with a dead person? She wants to establish her mother-in-law's authority. Otherwise, how can she get Xiao's dowry back from the new daughter-in-law in the future?
But she didn't even get to drink the daughter-in-law tea, so how could the new daughter-in-law take her, the mother-in-law, seriously?
Mrs. Mo wanted to argue, but Marquis Qingyuan had lost his patience. He suddenly stood up and overturned the tray in Aunt Jia's hand.
The beauty he kept in the farm had a bad temper. If he didn't go back to accompany her early, she would probably make a scene again.
The scalding hot tea spilled out, and Shen Qingyuan pulled Chunxi behind him in time. Mo and Aunt Jia were scalded, and even the back of Qingyuan Hou's hand was burned red.
"You little dog slave, how can you do anything? You made me such hot tea, are you trying to burn me to death?"
Marquis Qingyuan kicked Nanny Jia to the ground and walked away. Mrs. Mo was so angry that she almost tore the handkerchief in her hand.
You old thing will die of exhaustion sooner or later, so it’s just right to burn you to death!
Madam Mo took a few deep breaths to suppress her anger, then turned to Chunxi and said, "I know your family is poor and you don't have any maids or servants to bring with you. I have asked Nanny Jia to buy some new maids and servants. They will be with you to serve in the Wenxin Courtyard soon. Nanny Jia is an elder by my side. You can ask her if you have any questions."
So what if Shen Qingyuan took the dowry? As a grown man, he couldn't stay at home guarding these things all the time.
This girl named Chunxi doesn't even have a dowry, so after she gets married, she's at her mercy?
With Nanny Jia around, it was not difficult to move out the dowry without anyone noticing. Besides, everyone in the mansion knew that she had returned all of Xiao's dowry to Shen Qingyuan. When this unfilial son found out that these things were missing, he couldn't blame her.
Mo's mood improved, and even her resentment towards Marquis Qingyuan decreased a bit.
The next moment, Chunxi said, "Thank you, mother, but Wenxinyuan doesn't need so many people to serve."
Mrs. Mo's face darkened slightly, and Nanny Jia immediately said in a cold voice: "The elder's gift cannot be refused. Is the young lady going to disobey the lady?"
Shen Qingyuan raised his eyes and glanced at Aunt Jia.
This look was extremely intimidating, but Aunt Jia straightened her back and did not retreat at all.
After being beaten at the Xiao family, Jia Mama had returned home and recuperated for so many days that the swelling on her face had long gone away, but her resentment towards Shen Qingyuan grew increasingly deep.
This is the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion, not the Xiao family. It is only natural for her to train the young lady on behalf of the lady. No matter how unhappy the eldest young master is, he can't do anything to her.
However, there were still shoe prints on Jia Ma's body left by the Marquis of Qingyuan, and her momentum was greatly reduced.
Chunxi said softly, "Mammy, you misunderstood. Ah Xi doesn't dare to disobey my mother-in-law. It's just that Ah Xi heard from my master that my mother-in-law has always been frugal and managed the household well. I used to be a servant, and I can do the work of three people by myself. I can definitely serve you well, and I don't need anyone else."
"How can this be the same as being married before marriage? Besides, you are now the young lady of the Marquis's Mansion, how can you still do the work of serving others?"
Aunt Jia retorted that she really felt Chunxi was not worthy of being in public.
Chunxi was not angry. He blinked his eyes and asked innocently, "Isn't it my duty to serve you, my Lord?"
You can't do everything by yourself.
Nanny Jia glared at Chunxi and was about to give her a good scolding, but before she could open her mouth, she heard Chunxi say, "I heard from you that the mansion is running out of money right now. Even your late mother's dowry has been embezzled. Your mother has bought so many new people, but how can she make money?"
Chunxi's eyes lit up. If Mrs. Mo dared to nod, she would immediately take out the IOU and ask her to pay back the money.
This rebellious son!
Mrs. Mo glared at Shen Qingyuan fiercely: "Our family is not at the point where we can't make ends meet. Yuan'er, how can you tell your new wife about such things? What if you scare her?"
Mrs. Mo gnashed her teeth, almost losing her composure and cursing. Shen Qingyuan said confidently, "Ah Xi and I are one, so naturally I won't hide anything from her."
Mrs. Mo's temples were throbbing, but she didn't dare to continue shoveling people into Wenxin Courtyard. She could only make concessions: "You are so frugal, which shows that you are a good child who knows how to manage. Those maids and servants can be dismissed, but you must let Nanny Jia teach you the rules. Being the young lady of the Marquis's mansion is very different from being a maid in the Wei family."
Mo deliberately emphasized the last sentence.
Chunxi narrowed her eyes and looked at Aunt Jia: "Then I will trouble you from now on, Aunt Jia."
Chunxi spoke in a submissive tone, and there was no expression of any abnormality on her face, but Aunt Jia's heart inexplicably trembled, and then she became angry.
She has crossed more bridges than this girl has walked roads. How could she be afraid of this girl?
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