Qiaoqing did not respond to Lin Yajun's question. She still had a long face, her big eyes wide open, and her face was full of disappointment.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Qiaoqing's voice was clearly displeased. She raised her voice and continued, "How can you be so stupid! You can't even tell what's good and what's bad!" Her words came out like a machine gun, relentlessly criticizing Lin Yajun.
Lin Yajun was startled by Qiaoqing's attitude, and her face darkened. She wanted to find out the reason, so she suppressed her anger and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"
Qiaoqing seemed oblivious to Lin Yajun's emotional shift, continuing to say to herself, "How could you marry someone like that? You're practically throwing your life away!" As she spoke, she pointed towards the front yard.
Lin Yajun's brows furrowed more and more, and her voice turned icy: "Remember your place, you are just my maid!" Her words revealed a hint of authority, clearly showing her displeasure with Qiaoqing's rude behavior.
At this moment, Qiaoqing was blinded by disappointment and anger. She completely ignored Lin Yajun's warning and only cared about venting her resentment: "I am a maid, that's true, but I'm doing this for your own good!" Her tone was full of grievance and helplessness.
Lin Yajun's lips curled into a sneer: "Many people use the excuse of 'I'm doing this for your own good' to manipulate others."
"We, master and servant, are one. If you are not well, I cannot be well either!" Qiaoqing became more and more agitated as she spoke, and finally shouted it out angrily.
Upon hearing Qiaoqing's words, Lin Yajun suddenly realized why Qiaoqing was so angry.
Perhaps in Qiaoqing's heart, she had already regarded her husband as her future husband, which is why she cared so much about who she married.
With this thought, everything became clear, and Lin Yajun fully understood Qiaoqing's plan.
Why did Qiaoqing say to Lin Yajun before, "The Emperor's favorite is the Prime Minister's daughter, and the Prime Minister's most favored concubine is the Ren family's daughter. Women only have a way out if they marry up; otherwise, they will suffer a miserable life"? It turns out that she was using these words to brainwash Lin Yajun.
Why would Qiaoqing frequently comfort Lin Yajun, saying, "Miss, you are not a jinx. If your father becomes the head guard of the Prince's mansion again, it will be no problem for you to marry into a wealthy family"? It turns out that she wanted to use Lin Yajun's marriage to secure a good match for herself.
"Hehe." Lin Yajun couldn't help but laugh in anger. She thought to herself: It's clear that some people are nice to you for ulterior motives.
It's understandable for people to have their own ambitions, but if what they're after crosses the line, then they're just indulging in wishful thinking!
Lin Yajun looked at Qiaoqing thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on her as if trying to see through her heart.
Qiaoqing stood there, being scrutinized by Lin Yajun without saying a word, and became somewhat uneasy.
Lin Yajun secretly pondered to herself that Qiaoqing was living a good life in the Lin household. She ate well and didn't have much work, so her skin was fair and rosy, as delicate as a newly blossoming peach blossom. Her features were beautiful, her eyebrows and eyes exquisite, especially her pair of large, watery eyes, which sparkled with life. Coupled with her full figure and curvaceous figure, it was no wonder that she had the idea of becoming a concubine.
Thinking of this, Lin Yajun suddenly asked, "How old are you?"
Qiaoqing was clearly not expecting Lin Yajun to ask this question. She was slightly taken aback, and then stammered, "I, I will be fifteen next year."
Lin Yajun continued, "Well, you're at the age where you should be getting engaged. Has anyone taken a liking to you?"
Qiaoqing hesitated for a moment, then made up an excuse to fob off Lin Yajun, “Replying to Miss, I am not yet engaged. My brother has just gotten engaged, and he will get married next year. However, quite a few people have gone to my father to propose marriage for me, and recently there have been even more proposals.” As she spoke, a smug smile appeared on her face, and she glanced at her mistress with a meaningful look in her eyes.
Lin Yajun casually took off her coat and hung it on the shelf next to her.
She walked to the bedside, flicked her foot, and threw a pair of embroidered shoes in front of Qiaoqing. Qiaoqing quickly took two steps back to avoid being kicked by her mistress's embroidered shoes.
Lin Yajun plopped down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and said calmly, "Oh, if there's a suitable person, then you should settle down."
Hearing this, Qiaoqing said anxiously, "But, Miss, I'm not worried about my own marriage, I'm worried about you!"
Lin Yajun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. She gently raised her right hand, waved it, and said, "Alright, you don't need to worry about me. I will naturally take responsibility for my own life." She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.
Qiaoqing curled her lip, stepped forward and lowered the bed curtains. The curtain hooks hit the bed frame with a click. She turned around and walked out of the room, her footsteps heavy. As she left, she slammed the door shut behind her.
Qiaoqing approached Madam Ma with a disgruntled expression, picked up the needle and thread, and kept muttering to herself, "She really doesn't appreciate kindness. She actually married that man. If something really happens to her, it will definitely implicate our whole family."
Seeing this, Ma hurriedly reached out to stop her, nervously looked around, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, or someone might hear you."
Qiaoqing clearly disregarded her mother's warning. Instead of stopping her complaints, she lowered her voice and continued to mutter, "If it weren't for my father and brother, would her shop be doing so well?"
She seemed to get angrier the more she thought about it, and muttered indignantly, "She must be afraid of being labeled a jinx and having trouble getting married, and she also took a liking to that man's looks, so she rushed to get married."
Upon hearing her daughter's words, Madam Ma turned pale with fright and quickly covered Qiaoqing's mouth, saying, "How could you say such a thing, child?"
The mother and daughter were completely unaware that their conversation had not only been overheard by Lin Yajun, but also by another person.
Like a ghost, the person swiftly slipped from the rooftop into the inner room, gently placed a large cloth bag on the bed, and then vanished without a trace, just as silently as he had come.
Lin Yajun lay quietly on the bed, wearing a small earphone with an amplification function. She not only heard all the conversations between Qiaoqing and her daughter, but also heard someone come in, put down some things, and leave.
She lay there motionless, pretending not to know that someone had come in.
Lin Yajun was very displeased with Qiaoqing's offense. She muttered to herself, "How dare a servant interfere in my affairs and throw a tantrum in front of me!"
"I treat you nicely and politely every day, so you think you can control me?"
Thinking of this, Lin Yajun's lips curled into a cold smile. She thought to herself, "There are too many people like this in the world. They always exaggerate their own contributions, treating themselves like saviors, while ignoring the kindness of others and even taking other people's contributions for granted."
She murmured, "If anyone dares to offend me or scheme against me, they will have to pay the price!"
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