High-class maid

"Yes, I was just angry and lost my temper. Father, please don't take it to heart." After calming down, Wang thought that her daughter was right. After being married to Shen Kun for more than ten years, she should trust Shen Kun's character.

"Alright, you're just worried and making things difficult for yourself. Just don't make wild guesses in the future. If you have any problems, just ask me directly," Shen Kun said, wiping away her tears.

Her husband's tolerance made Wang feel even more ashamed: "Xing'er, I'm sorry you had to see this. Go to sleep now. It's all my fault."

"Mother, how can you laugh at this? We're family, and we should solve problems together," Shen Xing'er comforted her.

Wang nodded. What did she do to deserve such a well-behaved daughter and a loving husband? She secretly resolved to take even better care of the father and daughter from now on.

The next day, Shen Kun drove the carriage and took the mother and daughter to the Minister's residence, then left in a hurry.

"Father, drive carefully. There are two steamed buns in the carriage. Eat them when you have time," Wang instructed the carriage.

"understood!"

As usual, the old woman guarding the gate checked the two people's belongings and then let them pass.

Upon arriving at the old lady's courtyard, Jinglin gave the instructions.

"Xing'er, you're here. Quickly, take these two pieces of clothing to the laundry room. I need to get some food."

After saying that, she handed the old lady's two coats to Shen Xing'er, and then hurriedly walked towards the small kitchen.

What's going on today? Why is everyone so busy? She didn't have time to think further, and grabbed the old lady's clothes, heading towards the laundry room. Just then, she saw Jingyue carrying a pot of hot water.

"Sister Jingyue, why are you so busy today?" Shen Xing'er asked.

"Jingpan has gone home for vacation. It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the ladies from the outer household, as well as the old women from the estate, have all come to pay their respects to our old lady." After saying this, Jingpan carried the hot water into the house.

"Oh, I see." Because of holidays, these maids couldn't take time off, so they all went home before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the old lady's relatives, wives from other households, and wives of her husband's colleagues in officialdom all came to pay their respects. The maids were tired, and the old lady was busy too.

Shen Xing'er thought for a moment and realized that taking the shortcut would be faster. So she turned her head, grabbed the old lady's clothes, and prepared to pass through the artificial hill.

"You...you really think that way about me?" A woman's choked voice came from behind her. Shen Xing'er froze, not daring to move forward.

"Woman, you'd better have some self-respect. Go back now, I'll pretend I didn't see you today," came the man's displeased voice.

Shen Xing'er felt the voice sounded familiar. Wait! Isn't that the young master's voice? And who is this woman's voice?

"I... I know my family background is not good, I am just a servant, I am not worthy of you, but do you really not have me in your heart?" The woman couldn't help but cry.

Isn't that Green Ink's voice? Shen Xing'er was shocked. She regretted it so much she wanted to slap herself. Why did she take the shortcut! Why!

"Considering you are a maidservant by Grandmother's side, I have already given you face. If you are still stubborn, I will have no choice but to report to Mother and deal with you according to the rules!" The young master raised his voice, clearly very angry.

"But if you didn't like me, why did you tell me to remind you when I was promoted to second-class maid?" Green Ink was still unwilling to give up and wanted to chase after her to ask.

The young master was clearly angered. He didn't even answer Green Ink, but just snorted and left.

Fortunately, Shen Xing'er was quite thin and hid behind the artificial hill, so she wasn't discovered by the young master.

The woman in green ink sobbed softly, looking dejected. Shen Xing'er thought to herself, speechless, "Big sister, hurry up and leave! I still have errands to run! Now I'm stuck, unable to go forward or backward!"

Fortunately, Green Ink didn't dare to linger too long. She haphazardly touched her face, then picked up the discarded purse from the ground. Seeing that no one was around, she pretended to be nonchalant and walked out.

Shen Xing'er took a deep breath to calm her turbulent emotions, then walked out again with the old lady's clothes in her arms.

Oh, she suddenly remembered that in the book, the eldest young master had a maid who spent most of her life trying to become a concubine, but she wasn't even a proper wife. The first wife didn't like her, and neither did the eldest young master.

At the time, Shen Xing'er was puzzled. If no one liked her, why did they make her their maid? Could this person be Lü Mo?

Shen Xing'er shook her head, trying to stop thinking about these messy things.

When it was past 1 PM, Shen Xing'er finally had time to eat. When she arrived at the kitchen, she saw that Lü Mo was also getting food.

She smiled nonchalantly at Lümo, afraid of giving herself away. Lümo, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed, and when he saw Shen Xing'er ask...

"Xing'er, are you getting used to your job?"

"It's a habit, it's a habit, Sister Green Ink, you haven't eaten either?" Shen Xing'er asked.

"No, the old lady from Yongchang Prefecture just left. I cleaned the hall and just finished."

Green Ink replied with a smile, as if she did not look down on Shen Xing'er because she was a third-class maid.

"Hey, Green Fruit, what brings you here? You didn't even say hello. I'll take your food away so you don't have to make a trip."

Before Shen Xing'er could reply, Lü Mo turned around and started talking to another maid.

Shen Xing'er hurriedly took her food back. She simply couldn't imagine that this shrewd and sophisticated girl would be so foolish as to fall in love with the young master.

The old lady was very concerned about her reputation. If she knew that the maids in her courtyard were so muddle-headed, she would probably have sold Green Ink long ago.

Ultimately, it's because the young master is too kind-hearted; perhaps he never imagined that Green Ink would go so crazy.

At 5 PM, in the old lady's room, the eldest wife and the eldest son came to pay their respects.

"Mother, what does Yongchang Prefecture mean?" the First Madam asked nervously.

"They're going to hold a poetry gathering in Yongchang Prefecture on the Double Ninth Festival. We'll send Yi'an there. Whether he succeeds or not depends on his luck," the old lady said, turning the prayer beads in her hand.

It turns out that during this year's Qixi Festival, the women of the Yongchang family also stayed at Lingshan Temple. After the First Madam lost her hairpin, it was picked up by the eldest daughter of the Yongchang family.

Over time, the two became acquainted. The First Madam grew increasingly pleased with her, finding fault with everything about her. Hearing that the old lady of Yongchang Prefecture was coming to see her old lady today, she asked her mother-in-law to sound out the situation.

"The Double Ninth Festival is still more than half a month away, Yi'an. You must study hard and not bring shame to our family." The First Madam instructed the eldest young master as if facing a formidable enemy.

"You don't need to be so nervous. If she doesn't like my grandson, it means they're not meant to be. There are so many people in the capital who want to marry Yi'an, there will always be a suitable one," the old lady said calmly.

“Mother is right, but as the saying goes, a good wife is a virtuous one. The eldest daughter of the Yongchang family is indeed very virtuous. A family with a daughter is sought after by many families. We should make our move first!” the First Madam explained with a smile.