Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Jiang Qing didn't respond for a long time, and Chu Yan's eyes, which had been filled with light before, dimmed again, leaving only a cold shell.

"What would you like to eat for lunch, my Lord?"

After a long time, Chu Yan, who was scooping the meat porridge with his head down, only heard Jiang Qing ask this question softly.

For some unknown reason, although he didn't want to answer, he still said calmly, "Eat whatever you have."

Jiang Qing nodded and went out to the yard to continue yesterday's work.

She had never looked in the mirror before coming here, so she had no idea what she looked like, but judging from other people's reactions, she probably had an ordinary, honest face.

But Chu Yan just stood under the eaves and looked at her face quietly for a long time.

He looked at her carefully, inch by inch, as if he wanted to imprint every detail of her into his heart.

I will never forget it in my life.

Jiang Qing piled all the weeds in the corner of the yard, turned the soil over and casually scattered the flower and grass seeds he had brought from somewhere else last night.

She had never done these things before, but she always looked very competent at them.

After doing all this, he looked up at the sky, and estimated that it was almost time for lunch before heading to the kitchen.

As she walked, she asked Xiao Qi, "Xiao Qi, will the world collapse because of me?"

[Ah, no, Qingqing, even though you... killed the Child of Fortune, as long as the world doesn't collapse, the next Child of Fortune will appear.]

[And the Heavenly Dao has discovered you, and it will help you rationalize your broken plot! Don't worry! If the Heavenly Dao can't handle this, what is the point of it? 】

"How will the world develop after that?"

Xiao Qi's voice sounded after a while: [As the young emperor, Chu Ziang will probably become the new son of destiny, or a new son of destiny will appear and replace Chu Ziang as emperor, leading the people of that dynasty to continue to multiply and thrive. ]

Jiang Qing nodded, but then he thought about it, so Chu Yan's final outcome was still... because of her...

As I was thinking, I arrived at the kitchen.

Jiang Qing arrived early, and there were only two slightly plump servants eating melon seeds and chatting.

"The girl looks unfamiliar, is she new here?"

One of them raised his voice and asked in the direction of Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing smiled shyly in response, "Well, please take good care of me."

"Which hospital are you from?"

"From the courtyard of Young Prince Chu Yan."

“Ouch…”

The man's face changed when he heard that. He turned around and looked at his companion, not hiding his disgust at all.

"Girl, you have a hard life. You thought we had a hard time doing the night watch."

It's not enough to work the night shift, but sometimes I have to work three shifts like today. I can't sleep in the middle of the day and have to run to the canteen to fill my stomach.

Perhaps out of pity and sympathy for Jiang Qing's miserable life, the man put away the melon seeds in his hand and walked towards the kitchen.

Perhaps he had a good relationship with the cook. He whispered something in a low voice, then turned around proudly and gave Jiang Qing a look, as if to say: Just wait, girl.

It looks a bit funny with the winking look on his face.

Jiang Qing didn't expect that just by saying a few words, there would be an extra meal at noon. She bowed and apologized again, and while the two men went to serve the dishes, she packed up the food and ran away.

Chu Yan had been waiting in the main hall early, but not for lunch. On the table was a book with yellowed pages and curled edges.

Jiang Qing didn't dare to disturb him and slowly moved the things to the other side of the table.

Today at noon I had two snacks of braised chicken legs, a plate of chicken and some vegetables.

"My Lord, go wash your hands before eating."

Chu Yan looked at the dishes on the table with a dazed look in his eyes.

He hadn't eaten such delicious food for a long, long time.

Ever since his last personal maid left, he could only eat the white porridge and pickles that Chu Weifeng specially ordered for him every day.

He still remembered that day when the porridge and side dishes that were originally placed on the table were violently knocked to the ground by Chu Weifeng, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"Why do you want to eat so well, little beast?"

After that, Chu Yan never saw meat again.

Jiang Qing glanced at him and reached out to help him close the tattered book and put it away. Fortunately, Chu Yan did not take out the sharpened tree trunk to pierce her hand, but acquiesced to her action.

A bowl of meat porridge almost bought him off and made him let down his guard.

Jiang Qing suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He really had never seen anything good before. He just followed suit as soon as he got a little bit of sweetness.

Jiang Qing left a small portion of the food for himself and ate it in his room.

While eating, he was thinking about how to improve Chu Yan's food in the coming days.

The growing child eats white steamed buns with pickles every day. Only Chu Weifeng could do such a thing.

When she went to the main hall to clean up the dishes, she heard Chu Yan speak carefully: "What's your name?"

"My name is Jiaming, my young master."

"Surname Jia?"

"Well, the beauty is the beauty, and the tea is the tea."

Perhaps because he thought that his face might not be related to the word beauty, Jiang Qing felt his cheeks getting slightly hot after he finished speaking.

“…..It sounds good.”

Better than his.

Chu Yan raised his eyes to look at her. His eyes were cold and his eyelashes were long, which made his slightly upturned eyebrows look extraordinary.

Even though he is only eight years old, you can tell that if he is trained well, he will be no ordinary person.

"Thank you, young prince."

Jiang Qing had no desire to communicate more with Chu Yan for the time being, as there were still a lot of things waiting for her to deal with in the yard.

"how old are you?"

".....Thirteen."

A girl reaches the age of 15 when she reaches the marriageable age. She was bought into the Chu Mansion as a maid before she was even 15 years old.

Fortunately, she was not very pretty and was not chosen to be a maid in the mansion.

Chu Yan stopped talking and watched Jiang Qing clean up the dishes and leave the yard.

He stared at a scratch on the table for a long time. The sun outside the house shone directly on the soil that Jiang Qing had loosened, absorbing all the moisture.

Then he stood up and walked towards the backyard.

When Jiang Qing finally tidied up the yard and went to look for Chu Yan, he saw him walking back from the backyard with slightly swollen cheeks and blood at the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Qing was startled, and stepped forward lightly and bowed, but there was no change in his tone: "What's wrong with the young prince?"

Chu Yan ignored her, not even willing to glance at her, and returned to his room and closed the door. Jiang Qing followed him but was stopped by the door, so he could only put his hand on the door frame and asked again: "If you are injured, I have some herbal medicine for external application in my room."

She didn't know what Chu Yan did when he went out, so she secretly looked over there.

There was a small hole deep in the grass in the backyard that led directly to the outside world. Chu Weifeng didn't allow him to go to the teacher's class and just left him in the side yard. The people in the mansion just treated him as if there was no little prince. However, the housekeeper always assigned him a maid, probably to monitor him.

There was no response to Jiang Qing's words. After Chu Yan came in, he bolted the door and sat on the ground. Today he ran to the outside of the teacher's house to attend the class. In order to avoid those princes and nobles, he dislocated his hand when climbing up the rockery.

He touched his injured wrist with his other intact hand, and the sound of a snap made him break out in a cold sweat, and his cry of pain was stuck in his throat and refused to come out.

A few more times and he'll get used to it.

Jiang Qing could only hear slight movements outside the door, and the sound of bones being repositioned was so clear that it made his teeth ache.

He slowly withdrew his hand from the door frame, and heard the sound of people walking outside the yard getting closer and closer.

Jiang Qing quickly turned around to look at the courtyard gate, and saw Madam Chu leading a group of maids coming over here.

"lady."

Mrs. Chu, who was dressed in luxurious clothes, passed by Jiang Qing, bringing with her a strong and somewhat pungent fragrance.

She acted like the mistress of the Chu Mansion, and her appearance showed the traces of time and perhaps the decline caused by childbirth.

Mrs. Chu stood in the yard as if she was in an empty place, even though there was indeed no one there. She then ordered people to knock hard on the door where Chu Yan was.

Jiang Qingluo was the last one to watch, looking puzzled, but because of his status he could only lower his head and wait for Madam Chu to make trouble.

No sound could be heard from inside the door. Mrs. Chu seemed to have run out of patience. She turned around and stared sharply at Jiang Qing, who was the farthest away from her.

"Are you the new maid?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Where did he go today?"

When the word "his" was mentioned, Mrs. Chu frowned uncomfortably, and she didn't even want to say Chu Yan's name.

"Madam, the young prince has been in his room today except for eating."

"—always in the room?"

The voice suddenly rose, and the personal maid beside him looked at Jiang Qing's face hidden in the shadows with a sense of gloating.

"The wife of the Minister of Revenue came to my house at 3 p.m. today and said that her son was beaten outside the Master's house."

When she said this, her brows were almost wrinkled into mountains. The only thing that could make her embarrassed in front of others was this son born from a lowly embryo.

She raised her hand, and the maid who was originally standing outside Chu Yan's door and knocking on the door began to move vigorously again.

The door was suddenly opened and the maid was caught off guard and almost fell inside. Fortunately, she quickly grabbed the door frame and did not commit any misconduct.

Chu Yan was standing at the door, coldly meeting Mrs. Chu's displeased eyes across the threshold.

When Madam Chu saw Chu Yan's swollen cheeks, she raised half of her mouth like a cat that had been caught stealing fish, "Zhiqin, slap the young prince."