Wen Ying's body was thin and she looked particularly pitiful in the late autumn wind. Lu Cong clenched his hands so tightly that his joints made a sound.
Now that Wen Ying had spoken, she could no longer be timid. As servants, it was taboo for them to waver. She knocked her head on the ground again, not daring to see the eldest son's reaction.
The silence at that time made the time seem extremely long. When Wen Ying could no longer control her body and trembled, the sound of distant footsteps finally reached her ears. Along with it, there was a sentence from the eldest son whose emotions were difficult to distinguish: "up to you."
Wen Ying raised her head timidly and saw his figure slowly walking away. His body seemed to have lost its strength and he sat directly on the ground. She stretched out her hand to touch her chest that was rising and falling due to her breathing. After relaxing for a long time, she put her hand on The cold sweat on his body rubbed against the hem of his skirt. He stood up with trembling legs and staggered back.
Wen Ying felt more relaxed than ever before, and even her steps back were much brisker. However, when she passed by the pond above her house, she heard the sad cry of a woman.
She turned around subconsciously, and she was looking at that person - Wen Lian, who was in tears.
When they first looked at each other, Wen Ying turned away in embarrassment and kept walking, but Wen Lian shouted to her at the top of her lungs: "Wen Ying, stop!"
Wen Ying secretly thought something was wrong and walked faster, but she didn't know whether Wen Lian was stimulated by the second young master and lost her mind. He rushed over and grabbed her wrist in a few steps.
"It's you, isn't it? You're the only one with a bad mouth, and you're setting me up in front of the Second Young Master!"
Wen Lian growled, and moved his hands up to scratch, wanting to scratch Wen Ying's face.
Her eyes were filled with hatred now, and in this dark night, coupled with the makeup on her face, she looked even more terrifying.
Wen Ying suppressed the lightness in her heart, dodged her movements, and was about to leave in a hurry: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't just take it out on me after getting angry at the second young master."
Wen Lian was dazzled by crying, Wen Ying took the opportunity to push her and hurriedly left.
This fall made Wen Lian sober up a lot. It was only later that she realized why Wen Ying knew that she was angry at the second young master?
Wen Ying, who had left long ago, didn't know what Wen Lian was thinking, but after that Wen Lian was sick at home for three days. Even when he went to learn the rules in Aunt Xin's house at noon, Wen Lian didn't go.
Wen Ying had no intention of taking care of her, because after learning the rules on the third day, Aunt Xin left her alone.
Aunt Xin looked her up and down, and then spoke after a moment: "After studying in the past few days, among the four of you, you are my favorite."
Wen Ying's heart skipped a beat, she lowered her head and muttered, "I know I'm stupid, and I can't bear my grandma's compliments."
Nanny Xin raised her hand and interrupted her: "I will personally reply to Madam. If you follow us back to the Marquis, you don't have to worry that your Madam will stop you."
As she said that, she took a sip of tea, as if waiting for Wen Ying's face to light up.
Unexpectedly, the color on Wen Ying's face quickly faded, and she tugged at the corners of her lips: "Mammy, don't make fun of me."
Aunt Xin raised her eyebrows and took Wen Ying's reaction into consideration. She didn't care about whether a little maid was willing or not, so she said directly: "Okay, don't say these useless things. If you have the skills, go back Just pack up your things."
Aunt Xin kicked her out without mercy. Wen Ying felt panicked, her head was buzzing in panic, and she ran to the outer courtyard in a panic.
But at this moment, Qian's mother called her: "Wenying, Madam is calling you."
The blood all over her body seemed to be flowing backwards, and Wen Ying held a breath in her heart, choking and making her extremely uncomfortable.
She clenched her hands tighter and tighter, biting her lips until it hurt, but in the end she could only endure the panic in her heart.
She turned around and saw Qian's mother urging her with an unkind look on her face, and reluctantly followed her into the house.
Wen Ying's panicked figure happened to fall into the eyes of Lu Congzhuan outside the courtyard. His brows furrowed slightly. Lu Congjing at his side noticed something strange about him and followed his line of sight, but saw nothing.
"What's wrong, brother?"
Lu Congzhuan looked away, a playful smile appeared on his lips for just a moment, and he spoke with great interest: "It's been a long time since I went to see Mrs. Zhang."
Lu Congjing was hesitant, but before he could speak, Lu Congzhuan stopped caring about him and walked towards his wife Zhang's courtyard.
Madam's room was smoked with sandalwood. Wen Ying's head hurt as soon as she entered. She saw Wen Lian giving Madam his shoulders with a proud expression, while Madam frowned and was obviously in a bad mood.
"Kneel down!"
Mother Qian scolded, Wen Ying was frightened and her heart trembled. She was a little confused, but she turned around and glanced at the three people in the room, and could only kneel down in a muffled voice.
At this moment, Madam slowly opened her eyes, but there was deep disgust in her eyes: "Wen Lian, say what you just said again."
"yes."
Wen Lian responded delicately, and then said in a voice that could be heard by everyone in the room: "Wen Ying often runs out at night, and I saw her blood-stained underwear a few days ago. I feel - —”
"Wen Ying has already had an affair with an unclean person. If Madam doesn't believe it, ask Mrs. Chen to do a physical examination for her. You'll know right away."
