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After the twelfth lunar month, it is New Year's Eve.
Last year the Censorate was bustling with joy, but this year it was promoted to the Prime Minister's Mansion and it is deserted and lonely.
When the mistress is away, the master is like a cold-faced devil. The servants do everything in fear, fearing that they might accidentally bring bad luck to their husband and be beaten dozens of times with a stick and have to recuperate for half a year.
Last time it was the housekeeper, an old man in his fifties, whom my husband ordered to be beaten almost to death.
The cause was that the housekeeper heard that his wife had passed away, and took the initiative to set up a mourning hall in the house and hang white banners. When my husband came back, he was so angry that he vomited blood and forbade anyone to hold a funeral.
He shouted in confusion while he was sick, "My wife is not dead!"
Being possessed to such an extent, the servants of the Shen residence had no choice but to do as they were told, acting as if the lady was still in the mansion.
The lady's yard and bedroom were taken care of every day. When the season changed, the maids would buy new jewelry and clothes and store them in her dressing table and cabinet.
Even during the Chinese New Year, the cook cooked a table full of food according to the recipe from last year's New Year's Eve, but unfortunately, no one ate it.
Chen Jie came back from the palace banquet drunk.
He put on the red robe that Du Yaoyao had made for him before and pushed open the door of the bedroom. "Yaoyao, Yaoyao..."
I'm used to no one responding.
The room was lit as usual every night.
Tonight, I lifted the gauze curtain and saw a graceful figure behind the screen.
Her long hair covers her chest, she has a thin waist and a perky butt, and she is slightly plump.
Shen Jie stood there in a daze, reaching out his hand to touch it in disbelief, then retracting it in fear.
"Yaoyao, is that you?"
The other party did not answer.
"Yaoyao, are you back?" Shen Jie took two cautious steps forward, with a strange light in his eyes.
The woman stood still.
He turned the screen and hugged the ethereal figure, overjoyed, "Yaoyao!"
The woman knelt down and called out, "Sir..."
Her voice was delicate and delicate, unlike Du Yaoyao's clear and ethereal voice.
Shen Jie's mind was empty and he focused.
The woman's narrow eyes and bright red lips were actually Jinzhi.
——The personal maid that Du Yaoyao once gave him.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped.
Jinzhi watched as the joy in Chenjie's eyes gradually faded away, and finally turned into a deep pool of stagnant water.
She said timidly, "I want to help Madam tidy up the room."
"You are not a maid sweeping the outer courtyard, who allowed you to enter the lady's room without permission?" Chen Jie felt furious as if he had been deceived, and he wanted to ask someone to drag Jinzhi out and beat her to death with sticks.
"Your servant, your servant..." Jinzhi was originally not interested in drinking, and she couldn't explain it for a long time.
"Get lost!" Shen Jie suppressed his anger, not wanting to see bloodshed during the festival, "Get lost on the farm, don't let me see you in the mansion again!"
After all, she was a maid from Qingzhou, so he was very kind to her. If she was an ordinary servant, he would have thrown her out and sold her on the spot.
He couldn't stand other women spying on him.
Du Yaoyao would get angry and jealous.
The door closed from the outside and the room was silent.
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