"It's almost New Year's Eve, Miss, really don't plan to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
Pei'er stood in front of the dressing table and tidied up the dowry. In the next year, it was important to dress up more gorgeously. Those precious jewelry with crested heads and tails had to be taken out and worn to match the clothes.
Yin Jiyu was sitting under the window embroidering. Hearing this, she paused her hands and put down her needle and thread, "Yeah, it's the Chinese New Year. It's not right to stay at other people's homes during the Chinese New Year. I don't know if they will allow me to stay here." Hou Mansion."
Pei'er was taken aback, "Miss, you are only worried about whether Master Gu and the others will ask you to leave, and you should also think about our own mansion. After all, you are the lady of the Prime Minister's mansion, so it's not appropriate not to go back during the Chinese New Year, right?"
Yin Ji frowned and looked at her, "Have you forgotten how we escaped so hard? What about the young lady of Xiangfu, who really treats me like a young lady?"
She stroked the white gauze on her forehead, and the scar under the gauze was faintly visible, which was much better than the original dark brown patch.
It's a pity that Yu Fu tried various methods, but she could only heal her scars to this point, and it was impossible to completely restore her previous skin.
Every time Pei'er sees the scar on Yin Jiyu's forehead, she blames herself, "Although that's the case, I heard that His Majesty has allowed the master to return to the mansion for the New Year this year. With the master here, the eldest son will not do anything to the young lady!"
"Father is coming back for the New Year?"
Yin Jizheng was very surprised, her father was exiled to central Fujian only after committing the serious crime of intending to murder Gu Hou's son, and the euphemistic name was returning home after returning home, and almost everyone in court knew the inside story.
Now that the new king has invited people back at Chuli, it seems that the rumors outside are indeed true, His Majesty favors Xiangfu more than Guhoufu.
She hurriedly asked Pei'er, "Should I come back for a year and leave, or stay in the imperial capital from then on?"
Pei'er smiled and said, "Of course I'll stay in the imperial capital from now on. If I'm going back to Minzhong just after a year, how dare I let the young lady go back?"
She thought that the news that Yin Yan would stay in the imperial capital would definitely make Yin Jizhen happy, but she didn't expect her frown to tighten even more.
"Father committed such a serious crime, the late emperor's treatment was merciful enough. Now His Majesty must be doing this because of the pride of Eldest Brother in front of His Majesty. To the people of the Guhou Mansion, how hurtful this is..."
Pei'er said: "Miss lived in Guhou's Mansion for two months, and she spoke for the people of Hou's Mansion everywhere. Although the people of Guhou's Mansion treat us very well, Miss is a member of the Xiangfu after all."
Pei'er was afraid that she would not understand, so she said earnestly: "Even if the young lady doesn't hate the eldest son and likes Guhou's mansion, she should know a truth. If you don't go back to the prime minister's mansion, you can't justly marry the second son. How about marrying a woman with no family background?"
Since Yin Jixie had a scar on her face, she never dared to expect to marry Gu Jiuge, "Okay, why don't you marry me or not. Don't say that I'm just the lady of the prime minister's house, even a princess and the second son may not be willing to marry. "
Having said that, she had to admit that what Pei Er said made sense, she had been living in Guhou Mansion, who would think about lifelong affairs for her
She lived here with a bad reputation, Kun Yuyang had already moved back to her own mansion after the new king ascended the throne, and it was time for her to think about leaving.
As for whether to go or not, how to go, I have to discuss it with Gu Jiuge.
Yin Jixuan stood up suddenly, straightened her temple hair in front of the mirror, and put on a thin layer of cherry red lipstick.
Pei Er said: "Miss, where are you going?"
While arranging her clothes, Yin Jixie said, "I'm going to find Second Young Master, you don't have to follow, I'll go by myself."
Pei'er knew that she was looking for Gu Jiuge and didn't want to be disturbed, so she just found a cloak and put it on her, "Miss, slow down, it's hard to walk in the snow, this servant will bring you the stove."
Yin Jixi sorted out the description carefully, let Pei'er fasten the cloak tie for her, and walked out with a smile.
She just wanted to ask Gu Jiuge if she should leave.
Arriving outside Gu Jiuge's courtyard, I saw that the door of the house inside was closed. A servant was sweeping snow in the courtyard and saw Yin Jiqian, "Miss Yin? Are you here to look for our second young master?"
Yin Jiqian smiled, and recognized him as Zhong Xia from Gu Jiu Ge Yuan, "Yeah, isn't he at home?"
Zhong Xia laughed and said, "Our second and third sons went out for a drink, and it was the third son who forced him to go! In the past, the third son always said that the second son's drinking is not good, but this time he took the initiative to drag him away. Didn't you see that?" The scene made my stomach hurt from laughing!"
Yin Jiyu couldn't help laughing, and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, "Then where did they go? I have something to say to Second Young Master."
Zhong Xia leaned on the broom and pointed at the garden sideways, "It's either on the rockery in the garden, or it's in the gazebo, why don't I send someone to find it for Miss Yin?"
"No need, I'll find it myself."
Yin Jixi thanked him with a smile, and walked in the direction of his finger.
Zhong Xia looked at her back and smirked, thinking that Miss Yin might become the second mistress of the mansion. She has lived in the mansion for two months, and she doesn't know when this good thing will happen
It's a pity that there is a scar on the head, thinking about the romantic and tactful appearance in the past...
well.