Rong's mind went blank immediately after being blown away by the news. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. Her heart was beating wildly with panic. She grabbed Hong Xian's hand tightly and asked in a trembling voice, "How come I don't know? When did it happen? Did the madam really say that? What were her original words? Where did you hear that from? Is it reliable? Don't skip a word.
Hong Xian waited until Yingrong finished asking questions, then shook her head and sighed softly, "I'm a maid, I can't go up close to the masters when they talk, I'm far away, and I only heard a few words. Today, the Second Mistress went to see the Madam before dawn, and I don't know what they talked about. Later, the First Mistress took me there, and I only heard a few words. That's why I hurried over to tell you."
"No... Impossible..." Yingrong was so shocked that she was at a loss, her hands and feet were cold, and tears were falling down, "Second Madam must be holding a grudge against me... She must be... It's not that I want to harm Lixiang, why does she have to take revenge on me? How could the Madam do this... I, I won't marry that Sun Zhuzi..."
Hong Xian held Yingrong's cold hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't be so sad. Most of us maids are destined to be married to servants. If we are lucky, we will be married to a better one. If we are unlucky, like Bixi, we can only be married to someone like Liu Cai. It's useless to blame anyone, it's all fate. Sun Zhuzi is only in his early twenties, he doesn't look bad, and he is honest and capable. Madam probably picked a good one for you because you have served the Second Master for so many years."
Yingrong shook her head with tears in her eyes, her eyes were filled with grievance, resentment and resentment. She didn't want to marry a servant, nor did she want to continue to be a slave. The Madam and the Second Mistress were bullying her and forcing her to death! No matter how good Sun Zhuzi was, could a slave be as good as the Second Master? What was so good about being honest and capable? It was just that he was incompetent and allowed to be bullied? A poor man, whose monthly salary was not even as much as hers, could he support her? What kind of life could he give her
"If you follow Sun Zhuzi, the Second Master will take care of you in the future. If the family is divided in the future, you can go to the Second Master's house and be a housekeeper, and live a comfortable life. Well, speaking of this, I am a little envious of you." Hong Xian said.
It would have been better if Hong Xian hadn't been mentioned, but once it was mentioned, Yingrong exploded.
Looking at Hong Xian who came to "tip off" her, Yingrong gnashed her teeth and cursed: "Who is that Sun Zhuzi? He has no money and no looks. His mother is a sickly woman at home. His monthly salary is not enough to buy medicine for his mother. How can he be worthy of me? If the madam is really cruel and insists on marrying me with that kind of person, I will hit my head against the wall to avoid being humiliated and losing the face of the Second Master!"
Hong Xian gently patted Yingrong's back, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and she said with emotion: "You are also a hot-tempered person, but you are too soft-tempered, so you are controlled by the Second Mistress and the Madam." Which maid who serves the Second Master is willing to be sent out to be a servant? On one side is Miss Sai's life of luxury, and on the other side is the poor life of being a servant in the mansion and serving her mother-in-law and husband at home. As long as you are not stupid, you will choose the good life.
Yingrong's heart was exposed by Hongxian, and she couldn't help but lean on Hongxian's shoulder and sob. The two second-class maids in the opposite room have become concubines, and only she is still awkward here. The lady already disliked her very much, and now there is a second mistress who wants to take revenge on her. Is there any way for her to survive
"What can I do?" Yingrong cried intermittently, "My wife doesn't like me, and the second wife... I am just a piece of fish on the chopping board..."
Hong Xian gently patted Yingrong on the back and advised: "Don't be too stubborn. Your wife hasn't said anything about this in public, so there is still room for maneuver!"
Yingrong sobbed with red eyes, "Madam is a person who always sticks to her word. When have you ever seen her change her mind?"
"Haha, silly girl, you are so stupid!" Hong Xian said, looking at Ying Rong's embarrassed face, "It's useless to beg them, just go find the Second Master!"
"Looking for the Second Master?" Ying Rong screamed, then shook her head, "No, no, no, who would go up to the Second Master and beg him to take her in? It's too embarrassing!" After all, she was the Second Master's personal maid, and they had been together for more than ten years. If she were to go and beg the Second Master to take her in, how could she face living in the Marquis' Mansion? She would be criticized wherever she went and would never be able to hold her head up.
Hong Xian frowned and curled her lips, "It's already this time, why do you still care about this? You are willing to lose face for a while in exchange for a lifetime of wealth. Are you really willing to live a miserable life with Sun Zhuzi? To serve his sickly mother? Besides..." Hong Xian leaned close to Yingrong's ear mysteriously and said ambiguously, "If it really doesn't work, you can climb into the second master's bed. You are so close, don't you have plenty of opportunities? Wait until the rice is cooked... If you wait any longer, you will be assigned as a servant. It's too late, hurry up!"
Yingrong's face turned red like a cooked shrimp, and it was hot to the touch. However, she still shook her head and gritted her teeth and said, "I've thought about this, and it's impossible. Madam doesn't like me in the first place, otherwise she wouldn't mention those two little bitches instead of me. If I really... piss off Madam and Second Mistress, it will be impossible for me to marry a servant. What if Madam leaves me alone and makes me a maid without a name for the rest of my life? What should I do?"
Although they both serve the Second Master, there is an essential difference between a maidservant and a concubine with a title.
Hong Xian nodded. They underestimated Yingrong. She had thought everything through and considered all possible means. "Let's go and ask the Second Master for help. We have been friends for so many years. Besides, the Second Master has a good temper. He really loves the maids in your courtyard... Tsk tsk tsk, he really loves her to the core." Hong Xian said with an exaggerated sound of "tsk tsk".
Yingrong's face turned red again. The Second Master was a very kind and gentle man to women. He was so good to them, knowing their feelings. He never beat or scolded the maids, and never said a harsh word to them.
"Before I came to Tianshui, I didn't know there were such considerate men in this world! It's your luck that you met and got to serve the Second Master. Look at how gentle he is to you. We are so envious of you. You are so blessed!" Hong Xian looked envious.
Yingrong spat softly, with an involuntary sense of pride on her face. Erye was such a good man, and she would be willing to die if she could follow him for the rest of her life.
Seeing Yingrong like this, Hong Xian knew that her task for today was completed. She helped Yingrong lie down again and told her to have a good sleep and think carefully about what to do next.
Yingrong's heart was soothed by Hongxian's gentle words. She shook Hongxian's hand gratefully. The big grandmother helped her, showed her the way, and stood up for her time and again. She was her great benefactor, and she was also a person who knew how to repay the kindness. Yingrong said firmly: "Don't worry, if someone asks about what happened last night, I know what to say."
Hong Xian had a headache and almost forgot the important thing. She whispered to Yingrong, "Don't talk nonsense. Things have changed. If someone asks you, just say you don't know. You went back a long time ago and didn't see anything."
"What's going on?" Yingrong was surprised. She almost captured Lixiang last night. Even if Second Mistress interfered and let Lixiang live one more night, it would not delay her from dealing with Lixiang today!
Hongxian's face was very ugly, "Don't ask, just pretend you don't know about it." The second wife went to the mistress and cried before dawn. It sounded nice to say that she took the initiative to admit her mistakes, but in fact it was a disguised complaint. The mistress was so angry that all the good shows they had arranged last night were wasted. She and Hongxi were slapped in vain, and the three maids in the kitchen were implicated. They are probably dead now. With the means of their own master, how could she keep them
Although Yingrong didn't know what happened, since Hongxian had given the order, she nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I'll remember that. If anyone asks, I'll say I don't know."
Before leaving, Hong Xian helped Yingrong cover herself with a blanket, and smiled encouragingly, "Yingrong, we are good sisters. I just said these words to you today. You are different from me and Hong Xi. We have no hope. We can only wait until we are old enough to marry a servant. But you have the Second Master, who is so kind to you. What are you worried about? If you don't fight for yourself, who else can you count on? Don't you think so?"
After Hong Xian left, Yingrong lay on the bed and flipped over the pancakes. She wanted to make up her mind to ask the Second Master to take her in and put an end to it. Then she covered her face and felt that it was too embarrassing and cheap to ask for it. The Second Master was a gentle man who would not laugh at her, but he could not stand the rumors. After thinking about it, Yingrong could not make up her mind for a long time. The Second Master was good to her, kind to her, handsome, and the son of the Marquis's mansion. Then she thought about Sun Zhuzi in the front yard, who was average-looking, honest, could not speak, and had nothing at home.
Yingrong sighed in disgust, stretched out her hand from under the quilt, put it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully. The sunlight shone through the window lattice to the bed, illuminating her pair of white, soft hands, which looked pink and tender, as beautiful as jade, with bright red nail polish all over her ten fingers. How could such hands be used to do rough work
When Master Bao was leaving, he saw that Yingrong was speaking forcefully, but her eyes were dark circles and she looked a little tired. He thought that she didn't sleep well, so he didn't take it to heart. He took a wooden box and Baihao and left the yard. The two of them waited on the road in front of the Yiqing Courtyard. After waiting for a long time, they didn't see Mingyu come out from the old lady's place and walk towards the Yiqing Courtyard.
Master Bao was getting impatient and just wanted to go to the old lady to find out what was going on. However, when he thought about what the old lady was saying, he stopped in his tracks.
The sun was already high in the sky, making people's skin hot. Baihao stood in the shade of a tree, looking at his master with a sad face, not knowing how long he would have to wait.
At this time, Lixiang opened the gate to the yard and took a basin of water out to pour it out. She was shocked to see Bao Erye and Baihao standing on the side of the road.
Master Bao was stunned, "Didn't you go to pay your respects to the old lady?"
Li Xiang was about to tell what happened last night, but quickly swallowed it back and said hesitantly: "No, Second Grandma is not feeling well and is resting in the room..."
Before she finished her words, Lixiang saw Master Bao rushing into the yard like a gust of wind.
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