Early the next morning, Song Jinyin took over the book from the warehouse and carefully reviewed the new items that had been brought in during this period.
She didn't sleep well yesterday. The wind blew all night, so she kept her eyes open all night.
Fortunately, Xue Yu was not on duty today, so Tian Tian sent her some food right after dawn, so that she would not be too low on energy.
"It just happened to be cleaned inside. Miss Jinyin took a look. The old lady is in the courtyard. If anything happens, just call her."
"Okay, thank you, mama."
Song Jinyin nodded and smiled, carefully placing the booklet somewhere.
In fact, Butler Wang took it over once in the middle. It doesn't matter if you don't order the things here.
But she was used to being cautious and didn't want to go to the study so quickly to wait for Pei Yanzhou to return home, so she had to find other things to do first.
The things in the warehouse were in order. Song Jinyin looked at them one by one, and finally her eyes fell on the newly delivered set of headsets.
Beautiful things generally make people unable to help but look at them more.
Even though she knew that this thing did not belong to her, Song Jinyin still lost her mind for a moment when she saw this dazzling object.
You can tell at a glance that the person is valuable. It must be Pei Yanzhou, who kept the things as gifts to the Xu family girl.
Maybe he was waiting for her birthday, maybe he wanted to save it until her wedding day.
Song Jinyin shook her head, then carefully covered the cloth on the thing, and then slowly exited the warehouse.
The wind that blew all night did not bring the rain or snow. Instead, the dazzling sun shone down, stinging the people who had just come out of the warehouse. The corners of their eyes were moistened by the bright light.
...
After noon, the sun sets westward.
Pei Yanzhou didn't expect to see Song Jinyin when he returned home.
He thought that since she had just been punished yesterday, she would have some more rest, but Pei Yanzhou also made up his mind to give her a cold hand and also give him a cold hand.
But at this moment, Song Jinyin appeared in front of her, wiping the wooden frame in the room.
The burnt area yesterday had turned from red to dark, as if there were still blisters, but she didn't seem to have much awareness. She wrung out the soaked handkerchief again and again, and then carefully dropped it to every corner.
He stopped outside the study.
Looking at the blue dress, Pei Yanzhou's brows never relaxed, but he still swallowed back the questions that overflowed his lips.
Butler Wang took a look, and immediately glared at Zhusheng who was following him with feigned annoyance, and motioned for him to step forward and replace Song Jinyin.
"Miss Jinyin always has her own errands. Didn't you arrange this wiping job for someone else?"
Zhusheng was stunned. Song Jinyin had always done this work, and her godfather praised her for being diligent and meticulous, and could do any job with her hands.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Butler Wang winked at him again and was about to speak again when he saw Pei Yanzhou raise his hand and then stepped into the room without looking at the busy figure again.
"This is the job that a maid should do, but you are becoming more and more unruly."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me."
Butler Wang lowered his head to accept the crime. Although he was a little confused about the thoughts of the person in front of him at this moment, he also knew clearly that it was not his turn to think about this matter.
After the two left, the study door was gently closed.
Song Jinyin only paused for a moment when Pei Yanzhou opened his mouth, and then quickly reacted and knelt towards the visitor.
She was indeed the one doing all this work in the past, and Pei Yanzhou was right.
It seems that Butler Wang was thinking about her body and wanted to help her, but he didn't realize that he was unhappy when he bumped into Pei Yanzhou.
Song Jinyin didn't know why she had angered him again. After thinking about it, she could only think about deliberately irritating Ye Wanqiu at the banquet yesterday.
Thinking about it, it was still the same as last time. He didn't intend to fall out with the Ye family, so he annoyed her for taking matters into her own hands.
Moreover, in Pei Yanzhou's eyes, if a maid goes to offend a noble lady, she always overestimates her capabilities.
Song Jinyin saluted, but when she saw that he didn't speak, she stood up straight and continued working.
The water that had just been brought had cooled completely in a short time, making her fingers a little stiff.
But if she switched to hot water, the burned area would be itchy again.
"What time is it now? Since I'm back on duty, why didn't I do this earlier?"
Song Jinyin had just put the handkerchief into the water and was about to reach out to wring it out when she suddenly heard his accusation.
Not caring about this anymore, she wiped her hands, put her things away, and walked to the desk.
"This servant was negligent. He went to the warehouse early this morning to take inventory, so it was delayed for a while."
"In the warehouse, you can see...the newly delivered items?"
"I've seen everything, and together with the nanny on the other end, I've put everything back in place. Your Majesty, don't worry."
On the desk, the freshly pressed cloth still had some wrinkles. The pen that Pei Yanzhou lifted stopped in mid-air. Hearing her neither salty nor bland tone, he felt another sneer in his heart.
Seriously, nothing can catch her eye.
"If the prince is fine, my servant..."
"I'm asking you to serve me, I'm not asking you to just focus on the sweeping and wiping tasks. What kind of work should be done at what time? You have been a maid for so many years, and you still need me to teach you?"
"Your Majesty, calm down."
Song Jinyin's eyebrows twisted and unclenched. She noticed the sudden coldness on the man's body, and her eyes that fell to the ground moved upward slightly.
I don’t know where such a big temper comes from.
"This slave will grind ink for the prince right now."
The ink is black and purple and hard, with a light fragrance.
Song Jinyin rolled up her cuffs, revealing a small section of her white wrist. However, it was originally fair, but due to the splash of hot tea yesterday, it left a dark red mark.
The inkstone was filled with thick ink that slowly spread out after being soaked in water. The inkstone was held between Song Jinyin's fingers and was pushed and turned gently.
Pei Yanzhou's eyes were fixed on the cloth, but his jaw gradually tightened due to the hand turning on his side.
The burn on her hand was so red that it was eye-catching, and the action of grinding the ink seemed to be pulling at that spot, and even tiny blisters appeared on the severed spot from time to time.
Pei Yanzhou frowned and became a little irritated.
"You were so bold yesterday and acted without any regard for the consequences. What did you get in exchange? The horrific burns on your hands just by looking at them?"
Song Jinyin's hand that was still studying the ink paused slightly, but once she stopped, it was no longer easy to continue pushing the ink pad.
My fingertips felt tight and I felt a little at a loss.
She thought about the impatience and blame in Pei Yanzhou's words just now, then simply put her things away and returned to the front.
But that hand was stretched back into the sleeve because of the word "horrible", and she didn't dare to let him see it again for fear of offending him.
"Nothing I have done can be hidden from the Crown Prince, and I have no intention of hiding it from the Crown Prince. Yesterday, I did have deliberate intentions. If the Crown Prince is dissatisfied because of this, I am willing to accept the punishment."
"You are tough, Song Jinyin, who gave you the courage to make such a scene? When Ye Wanqiu met the Xu family, someone would naturally investigate the matter and stand up for Xu Youyi. You provoked her, and you felt refreshed. In the future, if you are hated by her and targeted by her, what will you use to fight against her? Just use your toughness that others don't even care about? "
Song Jinyin's well-thought-out words were stuck in her throat, her lips were slightly opened, and her black eyes were stained with mist.
She did rely on that stubbornness, and she also knew that others would not pay attention to those things, and she didn't care at first.
Song Jinyin suddenly felt a little embarrassed when she heard Pei Yanzhou yell angrily and tear open the armor she had wrapped around her.
The hands covered with scars and blisters curled up in the sleeves, clenching and unclenching hard.
She didn't know why, she just felt overwhelming grievance.
"I know that even if there is no one else, the prince will stand up for the Xu family girl."
Song Jinyin's ears were buzzing, as if she couldn't hear her own voice clearly, and she spoke a bit slowly.
"But she also harmed the slave. No one will stand up for the slave. The slave just wants to give it a try. Isn't this... okay?"
Pei Yanzhou's eyes gradually darkened, filled with darkness.
The hand on the table wanted to pull her up, but suddenly realized that this book desk was too far apart.
