Quick Transmigration: Leisure

The seventeenth day of the first lunar month, at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM).

"Young lady, it's dawn, almost Mao Zheng. The sedan chair for the music camp is waiting at the back gate." A clear voice called from outside the gate; it was Xin Rong, the little maid assigned to Xia Youmi.

She was dismissed early yesterday by Xia Youmi. As a newly appointed person, she didn't have to work and went back to her dormitory to get a good night's sleep.

Lian Zhouyin's maid, Xinhe, returned late at night. She chatted with her awake sisters, but no one knew what she said, and she didn't wake her up.

Xinrong only remembered what her mother said: take good care of Sister Miye, and she would have a good life like her in the future. She didn't need to think about anything else; living a peaceful life in the present was enough.

She had confidence in Sister Miye. She was only talking about showcasing her talents. They had been running errands up and down the attic for years, so how could they not know how to manipulate people's hearts?

What's needed is a natural, unadulterated defiance, or even a surrender.

Xinrong was still feeling fortunate that she and Xinhe had been chosen as personal maids, but Xinhe was quicker to speak than she was and followed Sister Zhouyin.

She was both happy and sullen at the same time.

What look?

They had all heard that men liked stubborn women, and secretly compared who would stand out more in the future. But Xinhe clearly misunderstood; this "stubbornness" did not mean resisting everything or always wanting to be the first to speak up.

It was an internal force, unwilling but helpless due to the limitations of her body, she had no choice but to comply, and then two more lines of tears fell from her eyes.

hiss!

Xinrong felt like ants were crawling all over her body.

The thought of how her sister Miye treated her made her wish she could take the place of those customers, use the money in their pockets to pay the "double fee" for her sister, and then leave the household so she could enjoy the sights alone behind closed doors.

She absolutely loved that scent.

"squeak--"

With the sound of a door opening, the fragrance of a cool, ethereal fairy, as imagined by Xinrong, wafted towards him, accompanied by a biting cold wind, abruptly pulling him back to reality from his dream.

A woman as radiant as the moon stood before me, her pale skin possessing the quality of jade. She wore no makeup, powder, or lipstick, exuding a clean and innocent charm compared to any elaborate makeup she had learned.

Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes lowered slightly as she looked at Xinrong.

"Mi...Madam!" Xinrong felt a little embarrassed by the stare, and as she looked away, she saw that the window inside the door was wide open.

She regained her courage and became somewhat anxious.

"Young lady, how can you let the cold wind in on this freezing day! What if you catch a cold? The medicine the doctor prescribed tastes terrible and is difficult to use."

Xinrong gestured to Xia Youmi that he wanted to go in, and he wasn't stopped.

But as she tiptoed to close the window, a figure carrying a cool, fragrant scent approached, passed her, and closed the window.

"Come."

Xia Youmi did not explain her motives. Although she did not have anyone serve her, Xin Rong had arranged her toiletries and snacks in the cubicle next to the bedroom early in the morning.

She can get it herself after getting up, without being woken up in advance or feeling embarrassed.

At this moment,

Xinrong hesitated, holding the pastries, and said, "My lady, you were worried that I was too short and would fall, so you helped close the window, right? And the pastries, you must want me to grow stronger."

Xia Youmi didn't speak, and Xinrong advised again:

"My wife, please have a bite too."

"I'm not eating." Xia Youmi really had no appetite. "Besides, just do your job and don't flatter me."

Xinrong choked for a moment, but seeing how serious her sister was, she smiled and agreed.

Xia Youmi could observe that this little maid had an extra admiration for her, looking at her with the affection of someone looking at an idol, and taking care of her in every way. However, she could accept being asked to rest early or not to follow the crowd and say empty words and platitudes.

It's a double-edged sword, leaning towards the positive side.

The other person isn't the type to flatter, so forcing a relationship would only make things more tiring.

Xia Youmi spoke frankly ahead of time, even though they weren't very familiar with each other.

To avoid the fact that your filter might shatter unexpectedly in the future, and you'll find that all your compromises were completely worthless.

Xinrong was smart, so she didn't make excuses anymore. She ate a lot of snacks, but if she didn't have enough strength, how could she work properly and serve Sister Miye well? Feihua Pavilion didn't have any maid ranks; everyone slept in the same large dormitory and had the same standard meals.

only,

The different levels of respectability she received from different masters motivated her to work.

In short, the extra allowance was to be made up by the older sisters. Although it was tacitly agreed, some stingy or ill-tempered older sisters did not want the maids to share it.

Miya is indeed pure inside and out!

Xinrong's goodwill towards him increased dramatically. His master was considerate but did not require his servants to remember things. Wasn't this a unique kind of treatment for her?

Those guests who wanted to see him had to be lured away with money and effort.

In that case, Xinrong made a profit.

......

"Sister is a step too late." When Zhou Yin arrived, Xia Youmi had already been sitting in the sedan chair for a while.

"Ah."

"Did you sleep well, little sister?" Zhou Yin looked tired, especially in her phoenix eyes. She was wearing a face covering from head to neck, showing that the two of them were in sync when it came to appearance management.

"Fortunately."

They didn't talk much outside; after exchanging pleasantries, Zhou Yin didn't ask any more questions.

They were still small in stature, and since they were known as the Twin Flowers, they naturally rode in the same sedan chair. Xinrong and Xinhe stood on either side, with other sisters of different ranks beside them, and the pimp following at the end of the procession.

Once Panlan was in place, everyone from Feihua Pavilion got to work.

The procession was rather grand. Some of the older women, who were used to traveling, were quite open-minded and allowed themselves to be looked at. When they encountered teasing glances, they smiled and glared back.

Some people walked with their heads down, veiled, unwilling and reluctant.

Thinking about these two newly born sisters, they're so lucky.

Not only did they never have to be physically punished or disciplined, but they were also granted citizenship and immediately became members of the top rank, enjoying a palanquin that was almost like that of a courtesan.

She inexplicably aroused jealousy. They were all women, so why did some of them have to be superior to others?

Passing by Donglou Street, where Feihua Pavilion is located, this area is a concentration of brothels. Although there are few pedestrians and not many shops open at present, the early-rising merchants and the yamen runners patrolling the street are already on duty.

After passing through an alley, you will reach the outside of Zhuque Gate. Further west is Yueying, the back of the Kaifeng Prefecture government office on Yuxi Street. It is a place where a large number of prostitutes come and go almost every day. Some people go around it, while others can't help but come to watch.

Objectively speaking, Feihua Pavilion is not far away, and you won't get tired walking there. There is no need to take a sedan chair.

But Panlan was counting on the two of them.

If the "upper, middle, and first class" are not distinguished by their attire, how can they create momentum?

but,

Even in the dead of winter, it is rare to see processions traveling by sedan chair.

The default setting should be brighter.

The evasiveness suggests either illness or something strange about the person in the sedan chair.

Even though news of Feihua Pavilion had spread yesterday, some patrolmen still saw it and said something was wrong.

A group of people surrounded the sedan chair and questioned who was inside.

"Sir, this is one of our newly registered sisters." Panlan smiled obsequiously, and the pimp bowed and scraped as he stepped forward to slip her a red envelope.

“Pull back the curtain and take a look!”

It only took a short while before curious passersby gathered around to watch the spectacle.