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

She found a random seat and sat down, wrapping her cloak tightly around herself.

Nian Qiaoyue didn’t know whether she was sincere or not, but as long as Nian Susu didn’t care about it anymore, her father wouldn’t say anything.

Only if she has a foothold in the Prime Minister's Mansion can she make a comeback.

The two sisters sat facing each other in silence, each with their own thoughts.

After waiting for a while, Nian Chengyun came over, holding an umbrella. He was wearing his favorite blue gown and a black cloak, which he had lost count of how many years he had worn.

He was not surprised to see Nian Qiaoyue. He glanced at her indifferently and walked towards Nian Susu.

"Lingling, is there anything missing in the courtyard? Ask your mother to bring it to you."

She smiled and shook her head: "Nothing is missing."

She glanced at the thinly dressed Nian Qiaoyue and finally couldn't bear it. "Dad, a few days ago, Mom made me more than a dozen sets of clothes, but she only picked out three. The rest are in the storeroom. Please ask someone to take them and send them to the west wing for sister Qiaoyue."

If Yang Yuerong were asked to give it to Nian Qiaoyue, she would definitely refuse. If Nian Qiaoyue were asked to get it herself, she would definitely be beaten. Only if Nian Chengyun were asked to deliver it to the West Wing, Yang Yuerong would not say anything.

"Lingling is still so kind." Nian Chengyun was relieved.

Especially compared with the vicious Nian Qiaoyue, Nian Susu is good in every way in his eyes.

"After dinner, Dad will have someone go to the warehouse to get it."

Nian Susu smiled.

Nian Qiaoyue stood up to express her gratitude, "Thank you, Dad. Thank you, sister."

She really needed some new clothes, otherwise she wouldn't be able to raise her head when standing outside with other ladies.

What made her even happier was that those clothes were made by Yang Yuerong for Nian Susu, so they must be good.

Just as he finished speaking, Yang Yuerong arrived. Seeing a trace of disgust flash across Nian Qiaoyue's eyes, she didn't say anything in the end.

The family finished their reunion dinner in silence.

Then you have to stay in the front hall until the morning bell rings before you can go back to your room to sleep.

Nian Susu and Yang Yuerong sat next to each other, but their hearts had already flown back to the east wing.

What are Jingzhe and Zhihua doing at this moment? Fighting for chicken legs? Cutting paper-cuts? Making snowmen?

She was absent-minded, thinking of finding an excuse to slip back.

Suddenly, Nian Chengyun said, "Qiaoyue, after the Chinese New Year, choose a good day to place your mother's tablet in the ancestral hall."

Nian Qiaoyue was so happy that her eyes widened. Without thinking, she knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you, Dad! Thank you, Dad!"

Yang Yuerong didn't even look at him, and it was clear from her expression that she was very unhappy.

Nian Susu was not surprised. Nian Chengyun confessed the truth of the year, and Yang Yuerong knew that he was also a victim, which eliminated the estrangement between the couple for many years.

Nian Qiaoyue's disturbance in the Xiao Mansion aroused everyone's curiosity about her life experience, and Nian Chengyun's sense of crisis increased sharply.

Combined with the analysis of what she said that day, it is not difficult to conclude that promoting Xia Dingxiang to a concubine is a win-win solution.

So Yang Yuerong didn't stop it.

Nian Qiaoyue couldn't help crying when she raised her head. No one knew how long she had waited for this moment.

Nian Chengyun frowned: "Okay, it's New Year's Day, what's the point of crying?"

Nian Qiaoyue burst into laughter, lifted her skirt and stood up, her legs still weak.

"Lingling, this year you have to wait until the morning bell rings before you can go back." Yang Yuerong reminded her, as if she saw through her restless heart.

Nian Susu felt guilty, "Haha... Of course, of course..."

After being pointed out like this, she was too embarrassed to even ask to leave.

It was so boring to just sit there that she fell asleep without knowing what was going on. A soft weight was pressing on her body, wrapping her in warmth, and she slept more peacefully.

"Let her sleep for a while." Nian Chengyun covered Nian Susu with his black cloak, being careful not to wake her up.

Yang Yuerong glanced sideways, her eyes fell on Nian Susu's fluffy head, her eyes were soft.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the door of the inner room, "You should stay in the inner room. It's cold outside."

Nian Chengyun rubbed his shoulders and shook his head, "It's okay."

He sat back in the main seat, sitting upright, and remained calm even though the wind was biting cold.

Yang Yuerong sighed and stopped persuading him.

Nian Qiaoyue's eyes were sore and she made an excuse that she was not feeling well and wanted to go back to the west wing.

Nian Chengyun asked a few questions as usual, and after Nian Qiaoyue gave perfunctory answers, he let her go.

On the way back to the West Wing, the snow fell heavier and heavier.

The snow on the road was deep enough to cover her ankles. Nian Qiaoyue walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Her oil-paper umbrella was swaying, and a lot of snow got into her clothes, making her shiver with cold.

But this biting cold was not as chilling as her heart.

On New Year's Eve, the whole family is reunited, warm and happy, but she is the redundant one.

Her eyes were red, tears were falling, and she felt unfair, because love and companionship could not be sprinkled on her like the snow? Even a little bit.

Nian Qiaoyue walked back to the west wing feeling disheartened.

Fortunately, there was still a light on for her.

Mrs. Zhang was sweeping the snow with an umbrella in her hand. Her movements were clumsy and the wind and snow were loud. She didn't hear anyone approaching until her long slanted shadow fell on the white ground. Then she looked up.

She was shocked and wiped her nose with her sleeve, "Second Miss, why are you back? You should be staying up in the front hall at this time."

Mrs. Zhang's face was flushed and her brows were furrowed.

Nian Qiaoyue didn't give her a good look and walked inside in silence.

The road under my feet had been shoveled by Mrs. Zhang. There was almost no snow, only a layer of newly fallen white frost.

She was touched, but because she was in a bad mood, she didn't express it.

Mrs. Zhang chased her into the house.

There was still some warmth in the house. The silver charcoal was burned before she left. Mrs. Zhang thought she would stay up all night, so she didn't add more charcoal. Now it has gone out, leaving only a few wisps of smoke.

"Second Miss, drink some hot water to warm yourself up first. I'll light the charcoal."

Mrs. Zhang put the snow shovel aside, wiped her hands casually on the hem of her clothes, and poured hot water for Nian Qiaoyue.

She walked away carrying the charcoal tray, fearing that the smoke would be too thick and would disturb Nian Qiaoyue.

Nian Qiaoyue was in a daze. She glanced and saw some red paper and a pair of scissors on the table.

She picked up the scissors as if possessed by a ghost, trimmed the red paper, and finally cut out the word "Fu".

After Mrs. Zhang had lit the fire, she walked up to her and said with a smile, "Tomorrow is New Year's Day. I thought I'd cut some paper-cuts to paste on each window after I shovel the snow. It should be a festive occasion during the New Year."

Nian Qiaoyue was so absorbed in looking at the word "Fu" in her hand that she almost forgot that the window paper-cuts in the four courtyards of the east, west, south and north were all cut and pasted by each of them. Yang Yuerong believed that this method could bring the master and servants closer together.

She curled her lips with a hint of sarcasm. In previous years, she had cut her hair herself, and Mrs. Zhang had been too disdainful to serve her. But this year, it was Mrs. Zhang who had to carefully please her.

Mrs. Zhang looked at her blankly, not knowing what she meant.

After a while, Nian Qiaoyue's brows relaxed and she let out a breath, "Call Yuzhu over, we'll cut it together, and paste it together tomorrow to have a lively New Year."

Mrs. Zhang responded "Okay" and ran to call for help.

……

Nian Susu shuddered and woke up.

She wiped her saliva and found herself sleeping on Yang Yuerong's shoulder.