Anzi was startled and her eyes were a little panicked. Her mother was dead. The eldest lady was the person her mother tried her best to protect. She had no reason to hate her. She was just a low-level slave attached to the Marquis's house. She could be beaten or killed. Their response: "I don't dare."
A shallow smile appeared on An Xiyue's lips, but it was a charming smile. How could he be hooked up with a fifteen-year-old girl? He was clearly a hellish Shura. He couldn't help but hate seeing his loved ones die in front of him: "How dare you contradict Lin?" Auntie, you are indeed not afraid of death when you compete with her. If I didn’t come last night, you would have died, you understand."
In the previous life, Anzi did die with full of hatred, but what's the use? Aunt Lin later killed the mistress and her daughter became the queen. They did so many evil things but still lived happily.
Aniko stopped talking. The eldest lady was right. She clenched her hands into fists and dug her nails into her flesh without feeling any pain. She stared at the eldest lady with a pair of big eyes, full of resentment.
"Why do you hate me? You are willing to let the real villain go free." Seeing that Anzi had no expression, An Xiyue turned around slowly and pretended to be scornful, and said softly: "When you are healed, I will tell my grandmother." , I took away your slave status and found a good family for you to live in, which is also a thank you to the wet nurse for saving your life."
Anzi didn't react. She didn't know what caused the eldest lady's temperament to change drastically. She had grown up in the Hou Mansion and had never seen the eldest lady so rational and cold.
The eldest lady's performance last night made her so surprised that she was speechless. She even saw deep hatred in the eldest lady's eyes.
Suddenly, Anzi turned over and got out of bed regardless of the unbearable pain, knelt in front of An Xiyue, stared at her with firm eyes, and murmured: "My mother was beaten to death by that stick after stick. I will be a slave until death." I won’t forget it either.”
Then, Anzi kowtowed heavily to An Xiyue: "I beg you, the eldest lady, not to drive me away. I have no place to go except the Anping Marquis Mansion."
An Xiyue sneered softly and asked urgently: "You want to tear Aunt Lin out of her skin, but your strength is too weak. You have to rely on me. You are very smart."
"Yes, I am willing to swear allegiance to the eldest lady to the death." Anzi knew how much the eldest lady relied on Aunt Lin in the past, but last night, she saw the murderous look in the eldest lady's eyes. I didn't sleep all night, but I couldn't figure it out.
Originally, she was determined to die, but... the eldest lady came to save her.
An Xiyue's brows softened a little, with an innocent look on her small face, and she said calmly: "Although you are a slave born in the family, if you want to be beaten or killed, your life or death can be determined by just one word from the Anping Houfu. But , I would like to thank my wet nurse for her kindness, and I will tell my grandmother that I will allow you to take your maiden name."
Suddenly, Anzi raised her eyes and stared at An Xiyue. A slave like her could not change her master's surname even if she died. Her mother signed a death deed when she entered the house, and the whole family sold themselves to the prince's house and became slaves for life. Maid, so even if her mother dies, no one can comment at all.
Turning around, An Xiyue smiled playfully, her eyes were as clear as a realm, but like a demon Shura, a small white flower was clearly visible and she slowly said: "The surname Jiang, how about a single name with the word "shuang"?" An Xiyue raised the begonia flower on the corner of her sleeve. , looked a little fascinated, and said softly without being stunned: "If the cold is extreme, it will turn into frost. Shuang'er will have to put away your anger in the future. Grandma doesn't like it."
"Thank you, Miss, for the name. Jiang Shuang will keep it in mind."
"Get some rest. Come to my room after you recover from your injuries." An Xiyue smiled unexpectedly and walked out without hesitation, humility or arrogance. She was a completely different person, making Jiang Shuang look like she was crazy.
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Linlang Garden has a unique name. The three big characters on the gate are handwritten by the Marquis of Anping, which shows that An Yuxiao attaches great importance to this yard.
The people in the courtyard couldn't sleep all night. At this time, the sky had turned white, and the maids and mothers in the courtyard began to prepare for the master to get up.
Last night, several mothers were slapped twenty times each and fined a month's fine, which made all the slaves in Linlang Garden tremble with fear and work more carefully. They vaguely heard that they were punished for offending the eldest lady.
In the room, An Xilin was sitting in front of the mirror, her green-white jade fingers gently picked up the orchid finger and was learning to draw eyebrows. Her beautiful eyes were watery, and she was so delicate and beautiful at the age of only thirteen years old. The angry mother comforted her in a soft voice: "Mom, why are you so angry with her? She is nothing more than a pampered idiot. If we pick out some beautiful clothes and jewelry to coax her, she will not be like her mother again." Like women."
Aunt Lin looked at her daughter who had been raised to be gentle and beautiful. She couldn't hide the joy in her eyes, but she frowned again thinking about An Xiyue's change last night: "I'm afraid she won't be so easy to coax this time. Mother Liu is here to punish her." I met some nuns in my yard, it seems that the old lady is suspicious of me."
"If grandma has any suspicions, my daughter can just calm her down later. Don't be unhappy, mother." An Xilin said coquettishly in a gentle and jade-like voice: "Besides, mother let these slaves do it in front of grandma. My sister should be punished for being so presumptuous, but if they are punished, who will bear the grudge in the future?"
"Mom is just confused. At least it was not the fault of our yard. If you want to hate Junlan Garden, Lin'er should think clearly."
Suddenly, An Xilin's voice became colder and she thought to herself: "Yesterday, how could my grandmother happen to come across my mother beating and killing a cheap maid? Don't you think it's strange?" Although An Xilin was not at the scene, her mind was clear. She secretly thought that Yiniang would come back and say that that bitch should have died long ago.
Immediately, Aunt Lin was reminded and said viciously: "Could it be that someone tipped off the old lady? When I find out who it is, I will have to kill her."
"Mom, the wet nurse who just left my eldest sister's house a few days ago was beaten to death. If something happens again, people will only be caught. If grandma says something in front of dad, dad will inevitably be suspicious when he comes back. Since mom If you are in charge of the house, you must take care of it well. If the eldest sister falls into the water, the aunt should always care about her." An Xilin carefully planned to solve Aunt Lin. Although the old lady also liked her, she was still A concubine can't really get into the eyes of the old lady.
"Then just wait until your father comes back. Your father has the final say in everything." Aunt Lin smiled charmingly, feeling proud that she had finally given birth to a good child. Now I have given birth to three children, who are as exquisite and beautiful as girls who have not yet left the palace.
"Hey, Mom shouldn't have had such thoughts last night. Just stick to her and the matter will be over. It was Mom who was impulsive." Aunt Lin regretted that she had murderous intentions towards An Xiyue, so she took An Xilin's hand again. He held his hand, and then said: "You still have to practice the piano, Lin'er, today, don't go to the old lady to worship Buddha and copy scriptures."
"It's not a wise move to leave people with something to say. Mom, you have to be more careful in the future." An Xilin said slowly, her eyes full of disdain, and said slowly: "I still want to go, although my daughter doesn't like to copy those things. It’s a boring scripture, but in order to please her grandmother, even if she doesn’t like it, my daughter will endure it.”
