The third girl once accidentally mentioned that after hosting the banquet alone this time, she felt a fighting spirit. She wanted to see if she could handle these matters in the back house, and she also wanted the old lady who only favored her granddaughter to take a good look at it. .
Song Jinyin could hear a hint of injustice in her words.
The old lady looked at her face, holding a bowl of water calmly, but the third bedroom was one floor away from her, and they were both direct children. The third girl, Pei Musheng, was never as valued as the second bedroom, Pei Wenshu.
Even when the old lady brought several girls with her to teach the housekeeper, she was more meticulous only when dealing with Pei Wenshu.
So since hearing this, Song Jinyin knew that Pei Musheng did not want others to interfere with the banquet, which coincided with her selfish motives.
But now that Pei Yanzhou is willing to get close to the third room, he shouldn't let anyone interfere with the party. Maybe he will just detain the two women and replace them with others.
But in this case, this matter has nothing to do with her, Song Jinyin, and it doesn't even have much involvement with Pei Musheng. Even the second bedroom is not painful or itchy.
"Why doesn't Miss Jinyin want the prince to know about this?"
Biyu hesitated for a while before speaking, interrupting her thoughts.
"If the prince knew, the girl might not have to interfere from beginning to end and would be happy and at ease."
"How dare I say the word "comfort".
Song Jinyin came back to her senses and looked at her: "This is a matter of the back house after all, so I thought about it a little more, but I don't want to embarrass Sister Biyu. If I feel something is wrong, there is no harm in speaking out in front of the prince."
Biyu listened carefully and spoke again after a while.
"You don't care about what the mother-in-law said?"
"Would you recommend a pillow mat?"
Song Jinyin looked calm and looked at the dead leaves falling to the ground. "It's nothing to worry about. There are many people who want to be my current maid, so I won't be so ignorant."
Obviously the person in front of him didn't change his expression at all, but Biyu still felt that there was boredom and displeasure hidden in these words.
In fact, Song Jinyin's heart did fluctuate for a moment.
But only for a moment.
Pei Yanzhou's love is the most volatile thing, and he will never really let go of his grudge.
There may be soft-heartedness and concessions, but Pei Yanzhou will never treat her with pure love. Everything must weigh the pros and cons.
Just like that day when she was beaten twenty times and fell into coma. Although the man was gentle and caring, when he heard her calling out her mother, the hand on her neck also used a little force.
No one knows how long such a day can last.
So thinking about it this way, the mother-in-law was right, she had nothing to care about.
The breeze blows, blowing up some fallen leaves.
Song Jinyin walked back with Biyu after resting, but not far from the waterside pavilion, she saw a girl from the Ye family in the Hexagonal Pavilion, whom she had not seen for some time.
Accompanying him was the eldest girl Pei Wenshu. With her back to Ye Wanqiu, her slightly curled lips revealed a trace of impatience.
Song Jinyin had heard some gossip between the two of them, and although it was related to Pei Yanzhou, in the final analysis, they were not economical lamps.
Looking at it today, neither of them looked happy. They couldn't break up, so they could only give in.
"What are you laughing at?"
Biyu noticed Song Jinyin's reaction and followed her gaze.
They were just two girls in beautiful clothes, pretending to be joking with their own arrogance.
"I thought those two were pretty, so I couldn't help but want to take a look at them more."
"nice?"
Biyu didn't agree, but remembering that she couldn't arrange others at will, she didn't say anything more.
Song Jinyin didn't want others to see her, so she didn't look at her again.
She just made some nonsense, her smile was light and warm at the corner of her lips, her eyes were clear.
Whether those two people are good-looking or not has nothing to do with her.
She just remembered that a noble and noble girl like her had to put on such a show, suppress her disgust, and deal with people she didn't like all day long, let alone a little maid like her.
Just as he was thinking about it, several women hurried over and bumped into Song Jinyin's arm in a panic.
She raised her eyes and saw two maids dragging a little girl over.
The little girl still had red and swollen slap marks on her face, her bun was loose, her clothes were messy, her eyes were filled with tears, and bloody scars could be seen down her neck.
When she looked at Song Jinyin, she seemed to have suddenly seen a life-saving straw, her eyes full of prayer.
"Sister, save me...please, sister..."
The scene in front of her seemed to be changing. Song Jinyin paused slightly, her thin lips pursed into a thin line, and the fingertips in her sleeves curled up slightly.
When she was beaten and scolded by Pei Wenshu, she also used this look to beg everyone passing by on the trail.
But he suffered so much that no one could help him.
If she was unlucky and encountered the second lady provoking Mrs. Liu, the punishment would be more severe. If she hadn't carried the identity of Zhuyayuan's maid, she would have died in those trials.
She was not as old as this little girl at that time. If Pei Yanzhou hadn't been angry in the house, she probably wouldn't have been able to survive the days when he left Beijing.
And it was precisely because of this little kindness and the rescue in winter when she was young that Song Jinyin would remember it for many years.
Only now did she understand that, except for the life-saving grace she received before entering Zhuyayuan, every subsequent incident was just because Pei Yanzhou didn't like others deciding where to keep his belongings.
His heart died on the day the Duke's wife left, and so should she.
Song Jinyin was awakened by the little girl's weak cry for help, but she just glanced at it, and then coldly looked away, turning a deaf ear.
Others were watching and she couldn't save her.
Outside Zhuya Courtyard, her presence would only increase the girl's suffering and would not bring any benefit.
As if thinking of herself, Song Jinyin's heart seemed to be grabbed hard by a big hand, crushing out tiny pains again and again.
This is the fate of a slave.
If you make a wrong step, you will be dragged away, beaten, scolded and punished, or even killed.
Maybe it's not a decent death.
The little girl's voice was intermittent and a little hoarse. She must have been crying for a long time.
But as soon as she turned her head to beg, the maid holding her on one side raised her hand again and hit her hard in the face.
"Things that don't have rules don't have a long memory!"
The crisp sound rang out, attracting the attention of several people in the pavilion.
Ye Wanqiu's eyes fell over, obviously gloomy.
Song Jinyin knew she couldn't walk anymore, so she turned around and took a few steps back, facing the direction of the pavilion, and squeezed Biyu behind the trees.
"Sister Biyu, go to Fuluyuan to look for Miss Lingqiao. Maybe you can save this little girl."
"how about you?"
Biyu knew what she meant. If there was danger, one of them must be able to escape first.
"They won't touch me for the time being."
After saying this, Song Jinyin stepped forward, made sure that Biyu had disappeared, and then moved towards that place.
The moment she bent her knees, the maid beside Pei Wenshu walked over quickly.
"Miss Jinyin."
The eldest maid, Zi Rong, was half a head taller than Song Jinyin. When she straightened up and looked at her, she looked rather contemptuous.
But the moment Song Jinyin raised her head, she saw some scruples in her eyes.
She felt reassured.
Her comfort to Biyu just now was not groundless, but she was convinced that with the two recent incidents involving Pei Yanzhou, Pei Wenshu would not continue to provoke her at this juncture no matter how displeased she was.
At least I won't make trouble in front of you.
As for Ye Wanqiu...
Song Jinyin vaguely saw her gloomy expression.
But as long as Pei Wenshu doesn't take the lead at this time, Ye Wanqiu has no way to control her.
Just like the last time in Zhuya Courtyard, if Pei Yanzhou wanted to stand on Ye Wanqiu's side, she would have to bear the punishment. But Pei Yanzhou didn't speak, and Ye Wanqiu, a foreign girl, really had nothing to do with her.
"Sister Zirong."
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes and shouted softly, her expression calm.
"Miss Ye's family remembered your prince's status as the eldest maid, and thought it would be boring to have to take care of you all day long, so she wanted to invite you to watch the show together."
Song Jinyin's eyes darkened slightly, and her face turned cold for a moment as she thought of the little girl who was dragged over just now.
