Old Fang gave instructions to the young man he was working with.
On the surface, she told him to go to the backyard and ask again, but in reality, she whispered something in his ear.
To put it bluntly, he was just making him pretend while he wandered around the front yard, wasting time.
After he left, Old Fang went back to the gatehouse on his own.
With a slight jerk of his forearm, the silver from his sleeve was flicked into his palm.
Men, cry, cry, it's not a sin. Relive the long-awaited feeling!
This service has really been gone for far too long, um...
However, once you weigh it in your hand, all the emotion vanishes instantly.
Two taels of silver, oh, how generous!
Old Fang muttered a curse under his breath, then sat down and sipped the tea the boy had brewed for him that morning.
Spit out the foam; the tea wasn't hot enough and didn't steep properly.
Lazy kid, you need to practice!
Two carriages were parked in front of the mansion gate.
The middle-aged man in the center of the car in front bears a striking resemblance to Qin Zhaoyue's biological father; according to seniority, he is her second uncle, Wen Mingke. The man on the left is his eldest son.
“Father, my cousin Zhaoyue is putting on quite a show now.”
Be careful what you say.
His tone was flat, but the sternness in his eyes wasn't directed at his eldest son.
They came in haste without sending a formal visiting card, even though they were elders of my father's family.
Even if someone needs to wash and dress up, they should be invited in, served tea, and waited for. What kind of behavior is it to leave them waiting at the door?
They're still as unruly as ever.
Another half hour passed, and despite repeated urging, the gatekeeper still couldn't reach a conclusion.
Just as their patience was about to run out, a carriage came towards them.
A vermilion five-tiered canopy with twelve bright yellow tassels hanging down, and a black and crimson robe with peacock feather necklaces at the hem.
The octagonal gilded bronze chariot is carved with nine phoenixes chasing the sun, and the yoke is inlaid with Hetian jade double phoenix pendants.
"Father, this is..."
The eldest son, impatient to wait, heard the commotion and lifted the carriage curtain to look outside.
Her second uncle glanced at it and noticed that the door of the approaching carriage had a gold and silver tortoise-shaped seal box hanging on it, which was the princess's exclusive emblem.
"Get out of the car! Call your sister too."
Princess Qin Zhaolong was carried off the carriage and saw three people rushing towards her from the opposite side. Her gaze fell on the woman.
He wore a silver-painted blue-green brocade shirt with a gold-trimmed embroidered collar adorned with white pheasant feathers.
She wore a six-panel tulip skirt with a base of twelve pieces of sandalwood gauze, covered with a light green gauze overlay.
She wore a gold and silver incense burner at her waist and held a silk fan with a purple bamboo handle, dressed like a daughter of a noble family.
He looked somewhat familiar, but upon closer inspection, I couldn't recall seeing him anywhere before.
The palace guards immediately stepped forward and stopped the person ten paces away, shouting, "Halt!"
"Your Highness, Ninth Prince."
Wen Mingke took the lead in bowing, displaying his dignified bearing.
Who are you?
"Wen Mingke of the Wen family."
Xiao Jiu tilted her head, not recognizing the name.
She stopped looking at him and strode forward.
The guards in front of Wen Mingke showed no sign of backing down, so he could only raise his voice slightly and shout:
"He is also the Sixth Prince's second uncle."
Xiao Jiu suddenly realized why the face looked familiar; it turned out to be a relative of her sixth sister's father's family.
But... so what?
He walked past the three of them without even glancing at them.
Old Fang, who was in the gatehouse, had already heard the commotion.
Despite his advanced age, his hearing is incredibly sharp.
Knowing when to listen to which voice is a skill that is a required course for servants of the powerful and wealthy.
He quickly ordered the servant to open the door and welcome the Ninth Princess and her entourage inside.
Seeing this, Xiao Jiu raised an eyebrow in satisfaction, "Give me a reward."
The old nanny naturally obeyed and presented a ten-tael silver ingot.
Old Fang's face was beaming with joy. "Thank you for your generous gift, Your Highness."
As Wen Mingke watched the Ninth Princess and her entourage enter, the guards in front of him followed.
He hurried to catch up, but was stopped by Lao Fang, who straightened up, who said, "Please wait a moment, distinguished guest."
Judging from their appearance, they actually tried to stop them!
Wen Mingke's chest heaved as he forced a glare at the other man, barely containing his anger. "How much longer do you want me to wait?"
Old Fang remained unmoved, simply repeating his words about waiting a moment.
"Why can the Ninth Princess enter, but we can't?"
Although she is a princess, they are all relatives, and they are probably closer in terms of kinship!
The eldest son, mindful that the other party had not gone far, controlled his voice, but his anger was still clearly expressed.
This time, Wen Mingke didn't mention anything impolite.
Old Fang smiled faintly, "You said it yourself, that's a princess."
After saying that, he walked inside and ordered his men to close the door.
As the gatekeeper of the Sixth Princess's residence, he naturally had to represent the attitude of his master.
I've already sent the message once, but there's been no response whatsoever.
Not even a maid from the backyard came; their attitude was already very clear.
Besides, as an elder in the household, Old Fang was not unfamiliar with the other party.
During the period when His Highness came of age and left the palace to establish his own household, the Wen family visited quite frequently, including the master of the second branch.
But gradually, as the reputation of His Highness being "not so good" spread, their interactions became less and less frequent.
Later on, they didn't even visit our homes anymore, let alone send us gifts during holidays.
It was as if this relative never existed; the ties were severed completely.
What's wrong?
Now that His Highness has finally found two respectable positions and is showing some promise, he's eagerly clinging to them again.
Still clinging to the dignity of elders? Bah!
Looking at the tightly closed door, the veins on Wen Mingke's forehead throbbed.
"Father, this...this is simply outrageous!"
"Shut up!"
His daughter's expression remained normal, but her hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched into fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms.
The stinging pain kept her calm, and she spoke softly.
“Father, the Wen family has been neglecting Zhaoyue in recent years, probably because they are feeling resentful.”
"It's alright, let's wait a little longer. We can't keep refusing to let us in, can we?"
Wen Mingke took two deep breaths, staring at his eldest son with an unfriendly expression.
"Look at Wan'er, she should learn from me!" With that, he boarded the carriage on his own.
Meanwhile, the steward of the front yard led the way, rushing into the back yard.
"Sixth Sister, is Sixth Sister still not up?"
A clear, crisp sound rang out in the boudoir, waking Qin Zhaoyue from her sleep once more.
When he opened his eyes and saw Xiao Jiu's adorable little face, he showed an expression of utter disgust.
"Who let her in? Who was it?!"
His gaze swept around, but not only was Sui Mo nowhere to be seen, nor was anyone from the Mo Group. The only other person he saw was Tao Yao's round face.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The bedside was slapped loudly. "Sixth Sister, you're so lazy! You don't even go to court. Aren't you afraid Mother will scold you?"
Qin Zhaoyue rolled her eyes. All they do is make us work and not give us any food. What's the point of attending the morning court?
"The sun's already high in the sky, and you're still not up? Sixth Sister, you're shameless!"
"Bullshit, why would I lie in bed and sun my ass? If you want to sun it, take your clothes off and go sun it in the yard."
Xiao Jiu: ……
The old nanny behind him: ...
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