The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

When Aunt Yao entered the main room, she saw the Third Young Lady chasing the Second Young Master around, panting from exhaustion and sweat soaking a few strands of her hair. After a quick glance, Aunt Yao went inside, bowing and greeting the Madam.

Zhang smiled and asked her to sit down. "I heard that Wang'er is sick again." Aunt Yao nodded and shook her head. "It's nothing serious, just a cough."

Zhang sighed and said, "It's the time when the seasons change, it's sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and children with weak constitutions are prone to catching colds." Aunt Yao looked at her with a look of "Madam, you are so right", and also sighed.

Nanny Chang took over the conversation, "I don't think so." Seeing Aunt Yao's confused look, Nanny Chang continued, "In my hometown, there is a custom of letting children jump rope. The old people often say that jumping and moving more can make the body strong. The young masters and young ladies will be stronger if they walk and move more. The principle is the same. In my opinion, Aunt Yao should hope that the young master will move more. If he moves more, his body will be stronger." There is no need to call a doctor every few days.

Is she strong? Aunt Yao looked at the monkey-like Third Miss in the distance and shook her head. "What if she gets bumped? I also jumped when I was a child and almost got disfigured." As if she was still frightened, Aunt Yao touched her face.

Zhang looked at Madam Chang and said, "I think what you said makes some sense. Hui'er is naughty and can't stay still. He always likes to play with his sister. In recent years, he has rarely been sick. In winter, he is like a little stove when he is in my arms. Not to mention Sister Yun." She looked at Yao and said, "Why don't you go back and try it. When the weather is good, take Wang'er to the small garden at noon. Walk for half an hour every day. It will be good for both you and Wang'er. Otherwise, Wang'er will be sick every few days, and I, as his legal mother, will be worried."

Aunt Yao nodded in agreement. After the people left, Zhang smiled and looked at Nanny Chang, "Nanny, you lose. Your monthly allowance this month will belong to me." Nanny Chang bowed and said, "I am convinced." Jinhe, Yinhe and other maids all laughed, and the room was filled with joy.

Rong Jieer walked in angrily. Lu Yun ran over and took the small schoolbag from her sister. Zhang had seen this scene many times and still found it amusing. She saw the expression on her daughter's face and asked, "Rong Jieer, did Mr. Jin hit you on the hand?"

Rong Jie raised her chin and said, "Of course not, it's still my second cousin." Zhang waved her hand and asked a few maids to leave before continuing to ask, "What happened to your second cousin?" Lu Rong curled her lips unhappily and said, "My second cousin always likes to say that I'm a poor country girl who came to Beijing to beg for food, and that Yun Jie is a useless person."

Zhang frowned upon hearing this, and Nanny Chang looked furious, "Second Miss is being too extreme. She actually called our Second Branch a poor family."

"A family of ruined people?" Lu Qin, a young lady from a secluded place, might not have known what it meant. Zhang shook her head and said, "It's just adults arguing. Children will follow their example if they hear it. It's not good for a family like ours."

Sister Yun shook her little fist and said in a baby voice, "Beat her." Sister Rong laughed out loud, rubbed her eyes, and the grievance in her heart disappeared. "Sister will take you to beat her next time." Lu Yun nodded, made a note in the little notebook, and said that I am a bucket, very good.

"Okay, mother knows you feel wronged, and mother will definitely give you an explanation." Zhang touched her head gently.

In the evening, Master Lu came to the back house. Zhang took off his outer robe for him personally. Jinhe brought hot water and Zhang helped him wash his face and hands.

The second master laughed and said, "You sent someone to the front yard early in the evening. I guess there is something going on?" Zhang stood up and personally picked up a piece of eight-treasure duck with chopsticks and put it in the bowl. "Nothing can be hidden from the master." The second master laughed twice. He has been quite proud of himself recently.

It had been almost two months since he returned to Beijing to report on his work, and the Ministry of Personnel had given him his assessment. However, his appointment had yet to come. He watched as his colleagues left the capital one after another, while he, the second son of a marquisate, lingered at home. Those who didn't know him laughed at him for being too self-sufficient. He had no choice but to seek help from his father-in-law, who simply told him to wait patiently.

He had no choice but to continue waiting. Half a month passed in a flash. His father-in-law took him to a family dinner with his uncle. During the meal, his uncle did not mention anything but only let him eat the dishes. Master Lu finished eating with a tasteless taste. He was pulled aside before getting on the horse. Until now, Master Lu can still remember that his uncle smiled like the Maitreya Buddha in the temple. "Don't worry, nephew, I am very optimistic about you."

The second master was overjoyed, but when he returned home he realized belatedly, "My uncle didn't say anything." He tossed and turned that night in depression and couldn't sleep. The next day, a guest saw that the master looked haggard and asked about it, so the second master had to mention it briefly.

The retainer, knowing the situation, immediately congratulated him, "Congratulations, Mr. Dong. You may not know that the Minister of Personnel, Lin Chaofeng, is known in the court as Mr. Fart." The second master's mouth twitched slightly, "What do you mean?" The retainer pointed down below. If you hold it in for too long, you will eventually release it. Some people release it all at once, while others do it slowly and bit by bit - but if you hold it in for too long, the smell will be stronger." The retainer laughed.

The second master coughed twice. Since it concerned the master, he changed the subject and said, "Then there is no doubt that I will fill the top position." The retainer smiled and said, "Yes, congratulations, Mr. Dong." The second master felt that the day had finally dawned.

After regaining his composure, the second master frowned after hearing what his wife said, "These words are really a bit unpleasant to hear. But how can a child like her understand these words?" There was something in his words.

"Perhaps it's some gossipy servant," Zhang said softly, "children's words are mostly just angry words, don't take them seriously. Don't let this affect your relationship with your elder brother."

The second master put down his chopsticks and said, "Big brother and I grew up together. I believe that big brother would never speak like this. But Qin Jie'er is the eldest daughter after all. Big brother should be informed of this matter. The child must not be allowed to have a bad temper." He then said to his wife, "My niece is young and ignorant. She said what she meant. Xuemei, please don't be too harsh on her." Zhang's maiden name was Zhang Xuemei.

Zhang agreed with a smile, picked up another piece of duck for her husband, and then talked about business. "You have been busy these days and have lost weight. It seems that there is good news." The second master smiled slightly and kept it a secret. "Madam, please wait for the good news from your husband."

The second master turned around and explained the matter to his eldest brother, his tone very considerate. "My niece is young and does not know anything yet. Big brother is busy with his work. It must be one of the servants who is gossiping in front of the young lady. Big brother, please do not punish Qin Jie'er for this moment. Qin Jie'er was a cuddly little girl, and I held her in my arms. She is about to grow into a big girl. You must not let the servants instigate the temper of the daughter of the mansion."

The master's eyes welled up with tears as he spoke, and the two brothers refused to return home until they were drunk. Nanny Jiang was already used to this, and she methodically ordered people to boil water and make a sobering soup.

When the old master was taken away by the servant, he was still murmuring, "Brother, have another drink with me."

Qin's management of the front yard was so intense that even a female fly would be swatted to death, let alone the maids. The servant, Yu Tong, was busy as a top, busying himself with the task of bathing the eldest master and sending someone to the main kitchen for hangover soup. Just as he was getting overwhelmed, Zhu Sheng, the servant from the second master's household, walked in, holding what must have been hangover soup. It was like a pillow being delivered to a sleepyhead. Yu Tong thanked him profusely, calling him "brother" non-stop.