The passers-by are vicious

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A woman in pink clothes stood under the peach tree. The same maid's clothes made her waist look slender.

At this moment, she was standing on tiptoe, stretching out her arms, and tilting her little face up to reach the handkerchief hanging on the branch. Her plump breasts were shaking violently with the beating.

Rong Cheng, who was passing by in the corridor, looked at the scene as if possessed, stepped over the railing and walked towards the figure.

Jiang Wanwan heard footsteps, turned around and saw it was him, and said respectfully, "Prime Minister."

"Can't you reach it?" Rong Cheng asked with a dry throat, and then without waiting for Jiang Wanwan to answer, he reached out and took the handkerchief hanging on the branch and handed it to her.

"Give."

Jiang Wanwan lowered her eyes and dared not look any further. "Thank you, Prime Minister."

Rong Cheng was wearing a dark blue brocade robe. Although he was thirty years old, he was still tall, handsome and elegant.

Perhaps because he was a third place in the imperial examination, he has a noble temperament and the pride that is unique to scholars.

Back then, when he was still the third place in the imperial examination, he was able to make Miss Rong fall in love with him at first sight, and she even forced him to marry into the Rong family. There is no need to explain how handsome he was.

However, the maids in the mansion did not dare to say much to Rong Cheng because Madam Rong was jealous.

She did not allow any woman to get close to or even be alone with her husband, especially maids. If they were discovered, they would be beaten and sold.

Rong Cheng naturally knew that she didn't want to be with him, but looking at Jiang Wanwan's charming and tender face, he wanted to rush forward and hug her in his arms immediately.

But when he thought of the woman in the mansion, his eyes dimmed and he had to suppress his thoughts. He looked at Jiang Wanwan deeply and then left.

After Rong Cheng left, Jiang Wanwan looked up, stared at the man's receding back, and felt relieved.

However, she soon became worried again. Fortunately, she was a maid serving the old lady and should not be captured and disciplined by the lady.

Jiang Wanwan put the handkerchief in her arms and was about to return to the old lady, but she ran into the eldest lady Rong Yuling on the way.

"Miss."

Rong Yuling nodded and was about to pass her, but stopped at the moment they brushed past each other.

The moment the maid in front of her looked up, she was suddenly startled.

She has an oval face, willow-shaped eyebrows, a delicate nose, red lips, and a pair of eyes like gems. Although it is just a simple salute, every move reveals the charm of a young girl.

Isn’t this... Concubine Jiang?

After being surprised, looking at Jiang Wanwan's dress, Rong Yuling suddenly remembered that she was still a maid in her own mansion, and had not yet become the prince's favorite concubine, let alone Concubine Jiang.

Jiang Wanwan suddenly stopped when she saw Rong Yuling did not leave, and began to worry a little. Could it be that the eldest lady saw her talking to the master?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but become nervous. After all, Rong Yuling's reputation was deafening throughout the capital. She was arrogant and domineering, and looked down on everyone.

On the other side, Rong Yuling was slightly surprised, but then she accepted that she had been reborn and returned to the time before she got married.

Looking at Jiang Wanwan, who still looked like a maid in front of her, Rong Yuling couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

No one else would have thought that a maid would be able to rise from the ashes and become Concubine Jiang, the leader of the four concubines and the most favored concubine in the six harems.

In her previous life, Jiang Wanwan was a maid who was noticed by the prince just because of a handkerchief and was chosen to be his concubine.

Thinking of this, Rong Yuling's heart couldn't help but get excited. She wondered if she could also use that handkerchief to replace Jiang Wanwan, the maid, and hook up with the prince.

With her status, she is more than qualified to become the Crown Princess.

It can both protect the family and avenge the past life.

Thinking of this, Rong Yuling couldn't help but glance at the piece of peach blossom patterned handkerchief exposed at Jiang Wanwan's cuffs.

This should be the token that made Jiang Wanwan become a concubine, embroidered with peach blossom patterns...

Thinking of this, Rong Yuling reached out and pulled the handkerchief out of Jiang Wanwan's sleeve and held it in her hand.

“You embroidered this.”

Although Jiang Wanwan didn't know why the young lady wanted to snatch her handkerchief, in order to avoid angering her, she whispered, "I bought it."

"bought."

Rong Yuling glanced at Jiang Wanwan meaningfully and said with a chuckle, "I like it very much. Go buy another one."

As he said this, he stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve, plucked a silver hairpin from the head of his personal maid and threw it to Jiang Wanwan.

His movements were casual and full of indescribable contempt and arrogance. "This is a reward for you."

Wanwan took the silver hairpin, and no matter what she was thinking, she could only lower her head and respond.

"Thank you for the reward, Miss."

Seeing Jiang Wanwan wisely taking the hairpin and not daring to look up to refuse, Rong Yuling looked down on her more and more. It seemed that becoming Concubine Jiang in her previous life was just luck.

He is so petty that he has no idea what the handkerchief represents and doesn't even have the courage to refute.

I didn't snatch it from her by force; she gave it to me willingly.

Rong Yuling was so happy to have such an opportunity right after her rebirth that she felt as cheerful as the sun after the rain.

She led the other maids, held her head high like a proud peacock, and left in a grand manner.

Not until Rong Yuling's figure completely disappeared from sight did Jiang Wanwan let go of the hairpin with a sense of relief and breathed a long sigh of relief.

At the same time, she became increasingly dissatisfied with her humble status, and the jealousy in her heart grew like a burning wildfire.

Why? Why could she only be a servant?

Rong Yuling was simply born into a good family.

Jiang Wanwan's slightly bent back gradually straightened, just like a blooming peach blossom, delicate and beautiful.

Her black gemstone-like eyes clearly revealed her strong ambition.

One day she would also make this unruly and headstrong young lady kneel down to her, and she could only look up at her.

Even though she had great ambitions in her heart, Jiang Wanwan also knew that she was of humble status now and had to hide in order to find opportunities to realize them.

When Jiang Wanwan returned to Madam Rong's courtyard, she looked a little nervous when Nanny Feng asked her why she came back so late.

The charming peach blossom face explained in a panic: "I'm sorry, Mammy, I didn't expect... to run into the eldest lady on the way back... that's why I'm a little late."

After saying this, Jiang Wanwan lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Nanny Feng's expression. She looked weak, timid, and slightly aggrieved.

Old Madam Rong hated Rong Yuling and her daughter the most. As an old lady serving her, Madam Feng naturally knew some of the truth.

Naturally, he also doesn't like the arrogant and domineering eldest daughter in the mansion.

When he heard that Jiang Wanwan met Rong Yuling when she came back, his wrinkled face relaxed slightly, but a cold look flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

Nanny Feng stared into Jiang Wanwan's eyes and asked, "Did you meet the eldest lady?"

"Yes." Jiang Wanwan responded in a low voice, with obvious fear on her face.

Although she didn't say much, anyone with a discerning eye could see that she had suffered a great injustice, but Nanny Feng didn't care.

It doesn't matter whether a maid is sad or wronged. Even if she is humiliated by her master, she has to accept it.

Nanny Feng looked at Jiang Wanwan's charming face and paused for a moment. When she found no injuries, her expression softened and she said, "Forget it. Come in as soon as you come back. Don't let the old lady wait anxiously."

"Yes." Jiang Wanwan responded obediently when she heard what Nanny Feng said, and then followed Nanny Feng into the inner room.

In the inner room, at this moment, Old Madam Rong was sitting upright on the couch sipping tea.

When he saw the two people come in, he just glanced at Jiang Wanwan indifferently, with an inexplicable majesty.

When Jiang Wanwan saw the look in Madam Rong's eyes, her heart skipped a beat, as if she had been seen through. She concealed her anxiety and quickly bowed, "Madam, I'm fine."

Madam Rong's eyes fell on Jiang Wanwan's charming face, then swept across her graceful body, and said calmly, "We don't need you in the house right now. It just so happens that the kitchen made a new dessert today. You can take it to the Prime Minister."

Jiang Wanwan quickly lowered her head and replied, "Yes." Then she picked up the snacks on the table and left the room.

Jiang Wanwan didn't dare to raise her head until she walked out of the old lady's yard and made sure that there was no one around.

She looked at the six soft, delicious peach-shaped exquisite pastries on the plate in her hand, and a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Jiang Wanwan was jealous of everyone who had a higher status than her. Why could she only be a maid while others were born to be masters?

How unfair.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanwan became bolder and unceremoniously reached out to pick up a piece of dessert and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

Only when I felt the slightly sweet and soft texture in my mouth did I feel relaxed. I squinted my eyes, walked through the pavilion, and slowly swallowed the cakes.

She won't always be a maid.