West Wing of Lin Mansion
Lin Yajun was taking a bath in the corner room. Her whole body was warmed by the hot water. She leaned lazily against the edge of the tub, letting Qiaoqing gently wipe her waterfall-like hair with a large, soft dry cloth. After the water was carefully absorbed, Lin Yajun's hair gradually became dry and smooth.
The master and servant exchanged a few words here and there.
Lin Yajun closed her eyes and asked, "Did the family you were with before have any young ladies?" She didn't want to gossip about the wives and young ladies of officials, but rather wanted to find out about Zhao Canchen's background from Qiaoqing.
"Miss, that family has a legitimate daughter who is only five years old, and several concubine daughters," Qiaoqing asked cautiously. She was clever, diligent, and perceptive; she answered whatever her mistress asked.
"In that household, are you serving the lady or the young mistress?"
"This servant is to serve the lady."
"Oh, you... what are you doing?" Seeing that the maid was like a taciturn person, answering only one question at a time, Lin Yajun lost the desire to continue asking.
"Slave, comb your hair."
"Oh." No wonder Qiaoqing's hair is so well combed; she has a knack for it.
Lin Yajun opened her eyes and looked at Qiaoqing, who was patiently and meticulously drying her hair. Qiaoqing had a slightly broad forehead, narrow cheeks, a pointed chin, and smooth, delicate skin. Her eyes were large and round. This was the face shape most favored by modern celebrities, photogenic from any angle.
Lin Yajun sighed inwardly: This girl is beautiful, but it's a pity she comes from a poor family. If she had been born into an official's family, she would definitely have married into a good family.
In any era, a woman's family background was a factor in her desire to marry into a wealthy family. Take Lin Jiang, for example. Besides her beauty, she also had a curvaceous figure. She had a relationship with a wealthy young man, but was ultimately rejected and dumped.
Lin Yajun's mood soured at the thought of Lin Jiang killing her for her wealth. "I must find that person who understands the past and present, to help me reclaim my wealth and avenge my great grudge!"
"Miss, the water is cold. Let me help you get up." Qiaoqing's gentle voice interrupted Lin Yajun's chaotic thoughts.
"Okay, sure."
Qiaoqing reached out and helped her mistress up from the bathtub. She took a large towel and dried her off. Lin Yajun took a loose-fitting dress from the rack and put it on. She returned to the inner room and sat down in front of the dressing table.
Simply wiping with a dry cloth wasn't enough to completely dry her thick, long hair. Qiaoqing then brought over a small, delicate charcoal stove, with warm charcoal burning inside. She laid Lin Yajun's hair on the stove and slowly turned it over with her hands, ensuring that every strand was heated evenly and thoroughly dried.
After Lin Yajun's hair was completely dry, Qiaoqing carefully combed it neatly.
Lin Yajun had just gotten into bed and was comfortably lying in the soft bedding when Qiaoqing gently lowered the brocade curtains, isolating the bed from the outside world and creating a quiet and private space for her mistress.
"It's so nice to travel back to ancient times," Lin Yajun thought to herself with satisfaction. "I don't have to do everything myself, I don't have to get up early to rush to work, and I don't have to work overtime until late at night."
Qiaoqing gently placed a glass of honey water beside the bed and blew out the candle, plunging the room into darkness.
Before leaving, Qiaoqing whispered, "Miss, please rest well. If you need anything during the night, just call me."
Lin Yajun smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll call you if I need anything." She didn't like having someone stay by her bedside all night; it felt like she was being watched.
Qiaoqing then lightly left the house, closed the door behind her, and went to the room next door to prepare for bed.
Granny Ma and her daughter both lived in the next room, separated from Lin Yajun's room by only a wooden wall, so any slightly loud noise could be heard next door.
In this way, even if Lin Yajun needed any help at night, as long as she called out, Granny Ma and her daughter would hear her immediately and come quickly to serve her.
Lin Yajun lay flat on the bed, adjusting her breathing.
Now, apart from a slight worry about Zhao Canchen's safety and the fear that something might happen to him and affect the whole family, she is otherwise very content.
After transmigrating, she had a space where she could have almost anything she wanted, so she didn't have to worry about making a living.
With the meticulous care of maids and servants, this life of ease and comfort was even more leisurely than in modern society.
"Being a maid or a servant is also a job; they are doing it to support their families," Lin Yajun thought to herself. She didn't feel ashamed that a modern person like herself was being served by maids and servants.
She treated Ma's mother well. In addition to her monthly allowance, she would reward them with copper coins from time to time, which increased their income considerably.
Lin Yajun will recognize their diligence and loyalty and will prepare a generous dowry for Qiaoqing in the future.
"If they are loyal to me, it wouldn't be unreasonable to reward them with a small courtyard. After all, what I lack least right now is gold and silver." Lin Yajun smiled softly as she thought of this.
"I'm going to sleep now." She closed her eyes, happily preparing to drift off to sleep.
Just as she was about to drift into a deep sleep, a slight sound suddenly reached her ears. The sound was like a mouse scurrying around the room; although very faint, it was unusually clear in the quiet night.
Lin Yajun's alertness was instantly awakened. She opened her eyes abruptly, quickly reached under her pillow, and pulled out a tranquilizer gun.
She had prepared this tranquilizer gun specifically in case she encountered a dangerous situation at night and needed to defend herself.
She tensed up, listening intently to the source of the sound. The sound seemed to be moving towards the outside, gradually moving away from her room.
Lin Yajun didn't dare to be careless. She listened carefully for a while and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no other unusual noises around.
She put the tranquilizer gun back under her pillow, muttering, "There are mice in the house, how annoying. I'll have to find a cat to keep tomorrow, then I won't have to worry about mice causing trouble." After saying that, she turned over, adjusted her sleeping position, and slowly drifted back into a sweet dream.
Lin Yajun was plagued by nightmares all night; her dreams kept switching like a movie.
She first dreamed that she had returned to the modern world. Lin Jiang and Ye Jingyi discovered that she was not dead, so they drove around chasing her frantically, trying to run her over.
Lin Yajun was terrified. She ran for her life, but found that she had nowhere to escape.
Just as she was feeling desperate, she suddenly remembered that she had a spatial dimension. So she hurriedly took out a rocket launcher from it and fired it without hesitation at the pursuing car. With a loud bang, the car was blown into the sky, and Lin Jiang and Ye Jingyi were also reduced to ashes.
"I've avenged myself!" Lin Yajun shouted with joy, startled awake from her dream. She opened her eyes and saw that she was actually sleeping in bed.
"I'm dreaming about revenge." She sighed, turned over, and drifted back into her dream.
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