I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

A few days later, Nanny Kong entered the Sheng Mansion.

The atmosphere in Shou'an Hall was solemn.

Old Madam Sheng sat at the head of the table, her face calm and expressionless.

Madam Kong was dressed in plain clothes and had an upright posture. Although she was old, she still had an dignity that could not be ignored.

Minglan stood in the hall with her head bowed, her slender figure looking particularly frail.

She bit her lower lip tightly, digging her nails into her palms, causing bursts of stinging pain.

Old Madam Sheng raised her eyes, her gaze fell on Minglan, and said in a light tone: "Sister Kong, this is the sixth lady of my house, Minglan."

"From now on, I'll trouble you to take care of me."

Madam Kong nodded, her eyes swept over Minglan sharply, and her voice was cold: "Don't worry, sister, I will do my best."

Minglan's heart trembled, and she felt as if that gaze could see through her thoughts.

She secretly complained, in this city of Bianjing, where has she heard of an unmarried girl having to learn etiquette alone?

Now, look what happened. He only teaches her. Isn't this obviously bullying her because she has no mother?

Even the old lady treated her like this. Minglan felt a surge of grievance in her heart, and her eyes were slightly red.

She tried hard to hold back her tears and straightened her back stubbornly.

Madam Kong seemed to sense her reluctance and her voice became even more stern: "Sixth Miss, raise your head."

Minglan raised her head reluctantly and met Madam Kong's sharp eyes.

“Rules are about self-cultivation and being careful in what you say and do.”

"Girls, every word and action of yours concerns the honor and disgrace of your family. You must not neglect it."

Nanny Kong's voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, which made Minglan breathless.

"From today on, you will learn palace etiquette from me. Every move you make must conform to the rules."

"If there is even the slightest mistake, I will not tolerate it."

Minglan was filled with resentment, but she didn't dare to refute, so she could only respond silently.

The following days were a nightmare for Minglan.

She had to get up before dawn every day, wash up and go to Shou'an Hall to learn various complicated etiquette from Madam Kong.

Standing posture, sitting posture, etiquette, speech, every detail was strictly required by Madam Kong, and any mistake would result in a scolding.

Minglan grew up with Wei Xiaoniang, so how could she have ever been so restricted?

She just felt uncomfortable all over, as if she was in shackles and couldn't move.

She tried to resist, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Madam Kong.

Nanny Kong's methods were far more severe than she had imagined.

Minglan gradually realized that resistance would only cause her more suffering.

She could only endure it silently, burying all the grievances and unwillingness deep in her heart.

At the same time, in the Sheng family school, the scene was quite different.

Gu Tingye hasn't come to school for several days.

Qi Heng felt extremely relieved and his mood improved a lot.

He looked for opportunities to talk to Molan every day and was very attentive.

Qi Heng looked at Molan, his eyes full of tenderness and his voice was especially gentle: "Sister Molan, have you solved today's problem?"

Molan smiled slightly, her voice soft and gentle: "This question is a bit difficult, but I have solved it."

She explained her ideas for solving the problem, and Qi Heng was fascinated by her, with admiration in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Sister Molan is indeed very intelligent. I admire her."

But on Gu Tingye's side, the situation was completely different.

Not only did he bring his mother's nanny, Nanny Chang, to Bian Jing, he also settled her together with his concubine Zhu Manniang.

For a time, the yard was extremely lively and became the biggest joke in the city of Bianjing.

Gu Tingye sat in the main seat with a gloomy face and dark eyes.

Nanny Chang stood aside, looking respectful, but unable to hide the worry in her eyes.

Zhu Manniang, with a smug look on her face, held her child in her arms and sat down at the table with a haughty air.

"Erlang, you have to make the decision for me and the child."

Zhu Manniang cried, her voice piercing, "Those servants are so arrogant and look down on us. They don't even take us mother and son seriously."

Gu Tingye snorted coldly, his voice icy: "Whoever dares to neglect you and your son, I will never forgive him."

He turned to look at Madam Chang and said, "Madam, from now on, you will be in charge of the affairs of this courtyard."

"If anyone dares to gossip, don't be polite and deal with them directly."

Nanny Chang responded, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes.

Ever since Wei Xiaoniang was so angry that she vomited blood that day, she has been ill and has been lying in bed all day, dying.

The doctor prescribed medicine, but it was of no avail. She struggled for several days, but ultimately couldn't make it. On a cold and windy night, she passed away quietly.

Sheng Hong simply had her buried hastily without any grand ceremony.

In the entire Sheng Mansion, except Minglan, no one seemed to be truly sad about her death.

Minglan knelt before Wei Xiaoniang's spirit, tears streaming down her face.

She held Wei Xiaoniang's cold hand tightly, her heart filled with grief and hatred.

She hated Sheng Hong's indifference, Wang Ruofu's cruelty and ruthlessness, and even more she hated this unfair world.

Minglan ended her purgatory-like study of rules with Nanny Kong.

She stepped onto the bluestone pavement of the school again. Her figure was still thin, but it seemed as if all the life had been drained away from her.

In appearance, she was no different from when she left, her young face was still pretty, but her once lively eyes were now shrouded in an indelible haze.

She walked into the classroom silently and found a seat in a corner. Her back was straight, but there was an indescribable stiffness in her.

She opened the book and her eyes fell on the dense handwriting, but she couldn't read a single word.

The scene of Wei Xiaoniang's last moments kept replaying in his mind: that pale face, those eyes filled with longing and reluctance, and those cold, stiff hands...

Whenever I think of it, I feel a sharp pain in my heart, as if it were being pricked by countless needles.

She clutched the edge of her clothes so tightly that her fingertips turned white, and she was almost tearing the fabric with such force.

She tried her best to suppress her surging emotions, but she couldn't stop the moisture from gradually filling her eyes.

She didn't want to cry, and she didn't want to show weakness in front of everyone.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to focus on the book.

However, those words looked like distorted ghostly characters in her eyes, making her feel dizzy.

She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind of distracting thoughts, but found it was all in vain.

Wei Xiaoniang's death was like a huge shadow that enveloped her entire world, making her unable to breathe and unable to break free.