"Chunhua, are you taking too much care? Miss hasn't spoken yet, why are you shouting here?" Qiuyue has been unhappy with Wen Yuan being too good to Chunhua recently, and today she has an excuse to vent her anger.
Chunhua didn't let her go, blocking her from entering Wen Yuan's room again, "I found that you really don't understand the rules more and more. Do you want the young lady to invite the nun from the palace to come to you again?" trip?"
Chunhua shuddered when she heard the words "nurturing nuns". These old nuns in the palace were the best at torturing people, and she didn't want to have anything to do with them.
But still unwilling to be outdone, she put her hands on her hips and asked Chunhua loudly, "We are all the lady's servants, why are you so arrogant here? Is it possible that you have received some benefits from the lady?"
Fortunately, she could say such a thing. If the master gives benefits to the servants, doesn't that mean the servants have done a good job? Why doesn't she reflect on how she didn't get any benefits?
"My ability is obvious to everyone in the house. Don't say that the lady didn't give me any benefits. Even if she did, I deserve it. I'm not like some people who spend all their time on dressing up and don't think about whether I deserve it or not." Go to those dignitaries."
Qiu Yue's face turned red when she heard this, and she was so angry that she was about to take action. Fortunately, Wen Yuan stopped her, otherwise everyone in the Dingnan Palace would have had to watch a good show.
"This is the palace, not the streets. If you want to get into a fight, get out of here."
When she said this, she was obviously looking at Chunhua, staring at Qiuyue fiercely.
It was also at this moment that everyone in the house truly understood that Wen Yuan had always been interested in the loyal Chunhua.
After today, Qiuyue's life in Dingnan Prince's Mansion may not be easy.
*
At noon the next day, Wen Yuan entered the palace with a gift for the Queen Mother.
The whole journey was filled with the sounds of palace people saluting and greetings. The weather was already sultry, and the constant greetings made her even more headache-y.
The Queen Mother liked peace and quiet in her later years, so the Emperor specially ordered someone to build a quiet palace in the northwest corner of the Imperial Garden for the Queen Mother's Qing Dynasty.
Except for those summoned by the Queen Mother, no one else is allowed to enter.
"Royal Grandmother~ Ayuan is here~" Wen Yuan held a gift for the Queen Mother in his left and right hands, calling her grandmother sweetly, with a smile that couldn't be hidden on his face.
When the Queen Mother saw the person coming clearly, her cold face immediately brightened with joy, and she stood up to greet Wen Yuan in person, "Just now we were wondering when our Yuan Yuan would arrive, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."
"Come, sit next to the Imperial Grandmother." The Queen Mother patted the throne and motioned for Wen Yuan to sit next to her.
Otherwise, Wen Yuan would please the elders. When he heard this, he immediately hugged the Empress Dowager's arms and said, "Emperor Grandma, Yuanyuan misses you so much. I haven't seen you for a year. Your Majesty Grandma looks so good and rosy."
"Old woman, everything that is rosy or not is from the light in this palace." That's what the old man said, but what old man was so unhappy when he heard that he looked so smiling? Even the palace servants who served him were so happy. rare.
"What? She just looks good. Grandma Huang still doesn't believe in Yuanyuan..." Shaking the Queen Mother's arm, Wen Yuan knew how to please this old man best.
The Queen Mother was also a strange woman. She was a talented woman who could play piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting without her, so Wen Yuan admired her very much since she was a child.
It's just that she was too cold and arrogant when she was young, and even the Supreme Emperor couldn't be kind to her, so it was difficult to get close to others.
When Wen Yuan met the Queen Mother for the first time, not only was he not as scared as other juniors, he went straight into the Queen Mother's arms, making the Queen Mother grin from ear to ear, and even praised the child for being destined to her.
"Of course I believe what my good Yuanyuan said." Who would have thought that the kind old man in front of him who was nearly a hundred years old was the legendary queen who was once a decisive and murderous queen.
The Queen Mother really wanted to mention her marriage to Wen Yuan, but the two hadn't seen each other for such a long time, and she didn't want to ruin the atmosphere.
He still refused to let go of Wen Yuan's hand, "You haven't had lunch yet, right? Grandma Huang asked the kitchen to make your favorite mandarin fish."
"Then you must save your stomach to eat the food from Grandma Huang."
After lunch, the Queen Mother still found an opportunity to mention Wen Yuan's marriage, "Yuan Yuan, you are not young now. Shouldn't you think about your life-long affairs?"
Sure enough, I still can't escape...
Wen Yuan looked up to the sky and sighed, "Grandma Huang... Why are you forcing me to get married? Wouldn't it be nice for Yuan Yuan to spend more time with you?"
"That's what I say, but good boy, you will get married one day. If you don't think about it now, then all the good husbands will be picked up by others." The Queen Mother also persuaded her as earnestly as Wen Yuan's mother.
But Wen Yuan really has no intention of getting married. She would rather stay alone in her doghouse than form a new family with any man.
"I think the eldest son of the Right Prime Minister's family is very good, and his family background is worthy of Yuanyuan."
"How about the third son of Zuo Xiang's family? I heard that he is very talented, and he is humble and polite. He is a good candidate to be a county horse."
The Queen Mother asked the old nanny to hold a stack of portraits for Wen Yuan to choose from, "If you like whoever you like, tell the Queen Mother that it is their blessing to be chosen by Yuan Yuan."
Listen, it seems that Wen Yuan will marry anyone he likes on the spot, regardless of whether they want it or not.
Wen Yuan couldn't resist, so she pretended to look through the picture albums, but saw him among the group of handsome men...
Seeing Wen Yuan staring closely at the portrait of one of them, the Queen Mother was amused, and quickly went over to take a look, "Mother Zhu, whose son is this? How come the Ai family has never seen him before."
"This is..." Nanny Zhu took a look and couldn't remember whose family it belonged to.
But the person in the portrait had a handsome face and an extraordinary bearing. The Queen Mother was very satisfied with it and immediately asked the palace officials to make arrangements.
But Wen Yuan stopped her, "Grandma Huang, I know this person..."
"Then do you like him? If you like him, bring him to the palace to show the emperor's grandmother. If he is suitable for the Ai family, let the emperor marry you two."
This is not a question of suitability, this is a question of...the other party is a fox demon.
Wen Yuan didn't know how to explain it. He frowned for a long time before speaking, "I have a good impression, but we'd better keep in touch for a while..."
Hearing that she finally relented, the Queen Mother breathed a sigh of relief, "The relationship is good, so you need to be more observant, and don't meet someone who is not kind to you."
"By the way Yuanyuan, these are the prayer beads that the imperial grandmother asked for for you when she went up the mountain to practice. Please keep them with you. Gods and Buddhas will protect us Yuanyuan."
The Queen Mother personally put the beads on Wen Yuan's wrist and stroked her hand carefully, "If your imperial grandfather were still alive, he would definitely find a good husband for you and make you the happiest bride in the world."
"Yuan Yuan is very happy now. My father loves my mother dearly, and I also have the emperor's uncle and the emperor's grandmother who dote on me so much."
She knew that although the emperor's grandmother did not say it, she missed the deceased emperor very much in her heart.
"You are so good, the royal grandmother is worried that you will be bullied by your husband's family when you get married." The queen mother joked.
The Queen Mother is worrying too much. It's good that Wen Yuan doesn't bully others, but will it be someone else's turn to bully her?
Wen Yuan accompanied the Queen Mother after dinner before returning home.
As soon as I walked into my yard, I saw a noisy crowd of servants, and the center of the crowd seemed to be spring flowers.
"What's going on with you two? You've been arguing all morning, and now you're still arguing!"
Wen Yuan had a headache, so he pushed aside the crowd and pulled the two of them, "Do you still want to stay in Dingnan Palace? If you don't want to stay, get out!"
She yelled like this before the two of them shut up. Who didn't know that despite the high salary in Dingnan Palace, the masters were very generous to servants like them.
Qiuyue was the first to run up to Wen Yuan and complain. She opened her sleeves and the three scratches on her arms were bleeding. "Miss, look, these were all scratched by Chunhua."
Who wants Wen Yuan to protect the calf? He doesn't care what happened. Instead, he only cares about whether Chunhua is injured.
"Okay, no matter what the problem, go down and get some medicine yourself."
On the other hand, she treated Chunhua very considerately, "Let's go, I have plaster in my room, I'll put it on for you, I'm sure there won't be any scars."
The other servants in the yard looked at me and I looked at you. A few of them rolled their eyes at Qiuyue. They all went about their own business and no one paid any attention to her.
In the room, Wen Yuan gently applied medicine to Chunhua, "What's going on? Is she looking for trouble again?"
Wen Yuan knew in her heart that Chunhua would not fight with others for no reason. It seemed that Chunhua heard Qiuyue chewing her tongue.
"Qiuyue is too much!" Chunhua was still so angry when she mentioned her.
"She actually said that Miss is a waste without spiritual roots. If it weren't for King Dingnan protecting her, she would have been..."
Chunhua was so angry that she couldn't hold her mouth shut, and she shut up immediately when she reacted.
But Wen Yuan still wanted to finish listening, "What's the matter?"
She didn't even raise her eyelids, as if the trash without spiritual roots in other people's mouths was not her.
"It's okay, just tell me. Haven't I heard similar words very often in these years?" Wen Yuan thought that he had a good psychological endurance.
But after listening to Chunhua's words, I still couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
"She said... If it weren't for the protection of King Dingnan, the young lady would have been eaten alive long ago. How could she enjoy such happiness as she does now... She also said that the young lady can't even compare to a maid like her..."
After talking about it, Chunhua lowered her head and did not dare to look at Wen Yuan, and her voice became smaller and smaller.
The room was eerily quiet, only the sound of burning candles could be heard, and the warm light shone on Wen Yuan's face. Chunhua couldn't see her expression clearly, but she could feel that the young lady was in an extremely bad mood now.
"She's right." The face of the person in front of me was calm, but there were waves in his eyes, "I am domineering and domineering, and I have made many enemies in the capital. If I didn't come from a rich family, wouldn't I be eaten alive by those ladies from aristocratic families?"
"Miss, don't talk about yourself like that... I heard that some people's spiritual roots were discovered only when they were in their thirties. Maybe the same goes for Miss."
Really?
More than thirty years old...
Do we want to continue like this and spend ten painful years?
Wen Yuan smiled and shook his head, "It doesn't matter to me whether I have spiritual roots or not..."
So what if she has no spiritual roots? She is still the favorite of the Dragon Kingdom royal family. In this cannibalistic world, power far outweighs cultivation.
