It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

Liu Er leisurely sat on the stone chair, held her head high, raised her eyebrows and looked at Madam Zheng, then spoke slowly: "Come, wash my feet first."

"Wash your feet?"

Madam Zheng widened her eyes in disbelief, wondering if she had heard it wrong.

Yun Yi, who was standing by, couldn't help but laugh. She covered her mouth and chuckled, and said to the little girl behind her in a rather romantic way, "Go, prepare a basin of water for Shopkeeper Liu to wash his feet!"

Madam Zheng was so anxious that she wanted to stop it, but was interrupted by a burst of words.

Su Wanyu gently raised the teacup, a smile on her lips, her tone gentle but sharp: "Old lady, Mrs. Tan can send you to me, she must think you are still useful. Otherwise, given your current situation, she could have sent you to Ziyan Pavilion to be a nanny."

Zi Yan Pavilion is a place of romance and is known as a brothel.

For an elderly woman, stepping into such a place again would not only bring disgrace to her reputation, but also bring her the ridicule and scorn of future generations.

Madam Zheng did not dare to delay, she knelt on the ground and crawled forward with difficulty: "Wash, I will wash it right away..."

She pronounced the word "slave" so softly that it was almost indistinguishable. Each word was difficult and filled with unspeakable humiliation.

The high and mighty master status he had enjoyed for decades vanished in an instant, and he was reduced to the most humble slave.

This huge psychological gap is almost suffocating.

The little girl Yun Yi summoned was very clever and soon brought steaming hot water and carefully placed it at Liu'er's feet.

Liu'er took out a handful of silver from her bosom and gently put it into the little girl's hand.

Although the silver was not much, the little girl's face broke into a bright smile when she received it, and she stepped aside happily.

Liu Er raised her head and looked at Madam Zheng again: "Madam, don't just stand there, let's get started."

The calls of "old lady" from her and Su Wanyu were particularly harsh and full of irony.

In the mansion of the past, everyone had to be extremely respectful to the old lady. Even every word they spoke had to be carefully considered for fear of breaking any taboos.

Now, Madam Zheng's expression could no longer be described by the word "ugly".

Her face was covered with wrinkles and her skin had turned yellow, she had long lost the elegance and grace she once had as a noble lady.

Liu'er knew best how to completely crush this once invincible old lady under her feet.

In the heart of such a woman bound by family honor and status, dignity and family background are above everything else. She despises servants and even more so Su Wanyu, who comes from a merchant family.

Now, asking her to do such a menial job for the concubine she once despised would undoubtedly brand her later years with endless humiliation.

"Hey, why are you still not doing anything?"

Liu'er urged, her words full of sarcasm, tearing the last bit of Madam Zheng's self-esteem to pieces.

Madam Zheng's whole body trembled involuntarily, and her eyes, which were full of traces of time, suddenly lost focus and froze dully on the gently rippling water in the copper basin in front of her.

She slowly raised her arms, her movements seemed extremely strenuous, as if every joint was protesting against the oppression of age. Then, she slowly rolled up her sleeves, bent her once upright but now slightly hunched back, and took off Liu'er's shoes and socks.

On the side, Su Wanyu stood quietly, observing the old lady who had lived in my palace for many years without making any expression.

Surprisingly, the old lady's hands were still well maintained and as delicate as those of a 30-year-old lady, as if the decline of her family had not left too many marks of hardship on her body. It seemed that these hands, which had not been worn down by too much rough work, witnessed her life of luxury.

Mrs. Zheng carefully immersed Liu'er's feet in the water of moderate temperature with an almost pious attitude, and every movement revealed her caution and discomfort.

Liu Er raised a slightly sarcastic smile and said in a cold and sharp tone, "Hey, old lady, do you remember that I washed your feet countless times in the past, and you always squinted your eyes and enjoyed it."

Her tone was obviously provocative. "But why is it that today, when it's your turn to do this for me, your hands seem to be frozen by winter cold stones?"

There was anger and deep resentment boiling in the depths of Madam Zheng's eyes, but under Su Wanyu's gaze, she could only forcibly suppress the emotions that were about to burst out in her heart, and continued to wash Liu'er's feet with humiliation.

Liu'er's action was not only for her own momentary pleasure of revenge, but more to create an opportunity for her and Su Wanyu to be proud.

She observed that the old lady's expression relaxed a little, then she suddenly pulled back her foot and kicked over the copper basin.

"Madam, your massage skills are really rough. My feet hurt."

The water splashed everywhere, not only wetting Madam Zheng's face and clothes, but even a few disobedient drops of water slipped into her mouth, causing her to cough violently.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Madam Zheng could no longer suppress her anger. She stood up abruptly, wiping the water stains off her face hastily while cursing, "You bitch, you think you can become a phoenix just by wearing gorgeous clothes? You are born a slave, and you will be a slave forever!"

However, Liu Er did not argue with her. She dressed calmly and walked slowly to Madam Zheng, smiling brightly with a hint of mockery: "Yes, I am a wild chicken, but what about you?"

Madam Zheng was speechless for a moment, and the water drops on her forehead quietly slid down her gray hair.

Liu Er covered her mouth and laughed, her laughter was crisp: "Now, you have also become a lowly slave, we are the same, no one is more noble than the other!"

When Madam Tan sent Madam Zheng here and announced that she would be officially listed as a slave, Madam Zheng was still unaware that although the emperor's order to confiscate their property had only expelled them from the mansion, they still thought it was the emperor's magnanimity.

However, they had never expected that in the eyes of the emperor who secretly controlled everything, they were nothing more than ants at the mercy of his sister.

Madam Zheng's face was as pale as paper, her brows were tightly knitted, and her anger was about to overflow from her body. She was about to scold Liu'er again, but was interrupted by Su Wanyu's stern shout: "Ding!"

Hearing the call, Madam Zheng stopped walking, looked up at Su Wanyu who was high above her, and pointed her finger at Liu'er with a trembling hand, trying to defend herself: "Your Highness, as you are a princess, I am naturally willing to serve you, but why do you want me to serve a maid?"

Su Wanyu slowly raised her eyes, and a cold look shot out from her narrow eyes: "Ding, how dare you insult my guests in my mansion? Your behavior is so bad that you are not someone that the Su Mansion can tolerate."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zheng's face was filled with astonishment and she was speechless for a long while.

Before she could come to her senses, Su Wanyu had already instructed Siqi beside her: "Send Ding to Ziyan Pavilion, and let her learn how to truly serve others there."