After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

Although Lin Yuerong loves her daughter very much, according to Nian Susu, her love has become distorted.

When Nian Susu was very young, Lin Yuerong began to control her daughter, asking her to listen to her and learn various arts such as music, chess, calligraphy, painting, needlework and rings. Once she showed any rebelliousness, Lin Yuerong would lock her in a small dark room.

Over a long period of time, Nian Susu developed a cowardly character. He didn't dare to refuse others, let alone express his inner thoughts. He always appeared weak in front of everyone.

To outsiders, this was due to the good family traditions and teachings of the Xiangfu, which produced a well-educated, gentle and elegant lady.

From this perspective, the original owner was actually quite pitiful, and Nian Susu couldn't help but sigh.

……

There were more than a dozen large boxes in the yard of the east wing, all of which were brought back by Lin Yuerong for her. Nian Susu couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

A woman in a light blue plain dress stood on the steps, directing several guards to carry boxes.

"That box contains clothes. Don't send it to the warehouse yet. Keep it for Lingling to come back and pick out the styles she likes."

"This box contains some jewelry. Let's put it into storage first."

……

Nian Susu took a few steps forward and saw the woman's face clearly. Her round and plump cheeks showed no trace of aging, but when she smiled, there were still fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and her cheekbones were also highlighted at this moment.

She also has a pair of charming fox eyes, but not as round and big as Nian Susu's. Instead, they are slender and upward, so they look a little more shrewd.

Nian Susu's first impression of Lin Yuerong was that she still had her charm.

Lin Yuerong saw her while busy, and smiled even more happily. She waved her hand to signal her to come over, "Lingling, come here quickly."

Lingling is her nickname. Nian Susu was a little uncomfortable with this name at first, so she walked closer and called out in a low voice, "Mom..."

Lin Yuerong didn't notice her embarrassment and directly pulled her to several large boxes and ordered the guards to open them.

"Lingling, take a look at which one you like and pick it out and have Zhihua send it to your room. The ones underneath are winter clothes. Put them in the storeroom and take them out to wear when winter comes."

Without waiting for Nian Susu to speak, Lin Yuerong made the choice for her, "Keep the lake blue and sky blue ones, and put away the pink one, it's too childish and not suitable for you to wear."

Nian Susu had nothing to say. Lin Yuerong was used to dominating her daughter, so she couldn't do anything abnormal and could only let her do what she wanted.

Nian Su pulled Zhihua aside and inquired about the news, "Zhihua, Mr. Nian...my mother brought back so many things, did she send them to Nian Qiaoyue's courtyard?"

Zhihua was confused. "Miss, why are you asking this all of a sudden?" She lowered her voice. "You know what kind of personality the Madam has. It's good enough that she didn't find a reason to beat up the Second Miss. Why would she send something to her?"

Nian Susu smacked his lips and agreed.

How much does Lin Yuerong hate Nian Qiaoyue?

As soon as Nian Qiaoyue was born, she was left to be raised among the servants by a old woman and was never cared for.

But when he was unhappy, he would find someone to embarrass Nian Qiaoyue, so Nian Qiaoyue grew up being beaten and insulted.

Because the old women who raised her didn't like Nian Qiaoyue either, and often scolded her mother in front of her, calling her a dirty bitch who climbed into her master's bed, and that her death in childbirth was a punishment from God.

The original owner was brought up in a pampered state and had no idea what kind of life Nian Qiaoyue was living. Under the influence of Lin Yuerong, she began to hate Nian Qiaoyue. She had no reason at all, but just took it for granted that everything her mother said and did was right.

It’s no wonder that Nian Qiaoyue hates Nian Susu. She hates Lin Yuerong and hates this family, and all this hatred is directed at Nian Susu.

Nian Susu didn't ask any more questions, nor did she ask anyone to send anything to Nian Qiaoyue, because Nian Qiaoyue would definitely think that she was showing off or giving alms.

Not rubbing salt into other people's wounds is also a kind act.

Lin Yuerong helped to organize and store the dozen or so boxes of things in the yard. Nian Susu followed beside them as a decoration, enjoying his leisure time.

Lin Yuerong checked one by one, choosing which items to keep for use and which items to put into the warehouse. It took her an hour to clear the yard.

Nian Susu handed over the teacup at the right time, playing the role of a good girl, "Mom, you have worked hard."

No matter how tired Lin Yuerong was, she felt it was worth it with her daughter's words.

After not seeing her daughter for a month, she always felt that her daughter had changed, but she couldn't tell where she had changed, so she planned everything according to her previous style. Her daughter did not show any strange emotions, and still offered her a cup of tea as attentively as before. The heavy stone in her chest finally fell.

Nian Susu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had the original owner's memories, otherwise, if she had angered this maniac who controls women, she would have no idea what kind of suffering she would have suffered.

After seeing Lin Yuerong off, Nian Su pulled Zhihua aside, intending to ask her about Nian Qiaoyue's childhood. However, he caught a glimpse of a figure sneaking outside the courtyard gate.

"What's wrong, young lady?" Zhihua didn't know what was going on. The young lady pulled her away and suddenly looked alert and said nothing, which made her panic.

General Nian Su swallowed back what he was going to say and ordered Zhi Hua to take two guards out from the back door, go around to the front yard and capture the man at the door.

Zhihua did not dare to be vague, so she responded and went there immediately.

Nian Susu pretended nothing happened, picked up the warehouse account book on the stone table and flipped through it again and again, muttering:

"A pair of jade pendants and a pair of silver bracelets..."

Soon, Zhihua and two guards came back, bringing a maid to kneel in front of her.

Nian Susu rolled up the account book, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked down at the woman. After a moment, he said in a firm tone:

"Mrs. Zhang, what are you doing sneaking around outside my yard?"

She is nearly sixty years old, and sneaking around in the east wing. Who else could it be other than Mrs. Zhang who is beside Nian Qiaoyue?

Mrs. Zhang smiled desperately, and the pair of deeply sunken, turbid eyes on her tanned old face revealed a vulgar look. When she smiled, the wrinkles on her face piled up like crumpled paper.

"Miss, how could I be sneaky? I heard that the Madam would be back today, so I came to see if there was anything I could help with!"

Nian Susu glanced at her two rows of yellow and black teeth, and suddenly felt nauseous. He took a few steps back without saying a word, "Really? You really don't have any other thoughts?"

"Of course!" Mrs. Zhang insisted, smiling even more flatteringly.

Nian Susu snorted coldly. This old woman really thought that he didn't know what she was thinking.

Every time Lin Yuerong delivered something to the East Wing, she would pretend to hang around the door, her neck stretching as if she wanted to get into the yard.

Nian Susu did not expose her, but just scolded her a few times and let her go.

Mrs. Zhang was as if she had been pardoned, and she ran back to the west wing as fast as the wind.

Zhang Qiaoyue’s treatment is not as good as that of the annual dormitory, and she can live in a yard by herself.

The west wing where she lived was just a remote little house in the west courtyard, but it was better than living in the big bunk bed in the backyard with the servants.

Nian Qiaoyue was doing needlework when she saw Mrs. Zhang running back covered in sweat. She thought something had happened.