After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

To put his mind at ease, Yun Yi escorted Yan Yun back to Zheng Courtyard directly through the main gate.

Zheng Jihua couldn't sleep at night thinking about her crying daughter. Not only did she order the walls of Yan Yun's courtyard to be raised again overnight, but she also selected more agile people for the servants in Yan Yun's courtyard, increasing the number of servants by nearly several dozen.

And all of this is because of Yun Yi.

The next morning, Qing'er came to serve Yan Yun, but she kept her head down, which Yan Yun found strange.

Why are you looking down? Doesn't it hurt?

She tapped Qing'er's back, but Qing'er didn't look up.

Instead, she asked Yan Yun, "Miss, what do you need? I'll go and prepare it for you right away."

Compared to her cheerful voice the day before, her voice was trembling slightly today.

Yan Yun immediately sensed something was wrong.

She gripped Qing'er's shoulders and reached out to hold Qing'er's chin, making her lift her head.

Just as Qing'er raised her head, Yan Yun also saw the reason why she didn't want to look up.

Bloody words were carved on Qing'er's face.

Servant.

It wasn't branded with a hot iron, but rather looked like words carved with a knife. The bright red wound was shocking to Yan Yun just by looking at it.

Her hand tightened immediately, and her gaze turned to the door.

The old women stared intently at Yan Yun, fearing that yesterday's events would repeat themselves.

They had to keep an eye on Yan Yun, and not lose their lives because of him.

Yan Yun's almost-spoken words were abruptly suppressed by the gazes fixed on her.

But she couldn't help but get angry and overturned all the food that had been placed on the table.

She took Qing'er's hand and asked her to take her to find the guy who had carved that thing on her face.

Qing'er immediately knew that her mistress was angry. She said tremblingly, "No, it's alright, mistress. I've always been one of your people. It's nothing to carve these two words."

nothing?

How is that possible?

If they were to carve, why didn't the other nannies carve? Why did they only target the people she brought?

Yan Yun didn't know whether this was the concubine's doing or the nanny's instruction.

She went directly to the manager and asked him to explain.

However, the servants said that the steward had left the mansion and was not there.

This is clearly an excuse. She insists on seeing the person in charge. If she can't see him today, she'll have to wait until tomorrow.

Yan Yun led Qing'er to look for the ointments Zheng Jihua had given her earlier. These ointments could keep her face moisturized and less dry.

Qing'er shook her head as she took the ointment.

"It's just a small wound, nothing serious. Anyway, I've already decided to follow Miss, so even if I have a scar on my face, it doesn't matter."

The more she tried to comfort Yan Yun, the angrier he became, and he even touched her face.

She naturally believed that Qing'er wouldn't stay with her forever, and that when the time came, she would let Qing'er go.

It's despicable to hurt her face.

Yan Yun regretted bringing Qing'er back.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Little, miss."

The man stammered as he spoke.

Yan Yun saw Mo'er standing to the side, her head down, just like Qing'er, not daring to look up.

She handed over the plaster she had in her hand.

"This is the medicine the doctor prescribed last time. You can apply it to your face to reduce the swelling."

Yan Yun walked over, intending to examine the injury on Mo'er's face, but Mo'er resisted.

Yan Yun reached out his hand.

Mo'er glanced away and immediately stepped back, not giving Yan Yun a chance to touch her.

"Miss, we mustn't frighten you."

Mo'er left the ointment aside and turned to leave.

Seeing the two girls, so young, with their faces ruined, Yan Yun felt helpless.

She spilled her breakfast, and the servants brought her fresh food.

Qing'er advised from the side, "Miss, don't hurt yourself because of me."

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't know whether she was crying for herself or understanding that Yan Yun was heartbroken for her.

Yan Yun decided to go to the academy.

She left the mansion with Qing'er. The attendants saw Qing'er's face but said nothing. To them, it was just an ordinary thing.

We arrived at the academy.

The little dumpling had arrived early and was busy with everything. Seeing her busy figure, Yan Yun's heart calmed down a little.

Qing'er, who was standing nearby, said, "Miss, it's alright."

She said she was fine.

The little dumpling saw Yan Yun from afar and ran over excitedly, "Sister, you're here!"

Look into her sparkling eyes.

Yan Yun nodded.

The little dumpling pointed to the people behind the other bookshelves, "Sister, there are other sisters here."

Upon hearing this, Yan Yun looked into the room.

The woman Yan Yun had rescued, along with several others, appeared and came before Yan Yun.

"Miss."

Yan Yun reached out and helped her stand up straight; everything was understood without words.

Now that they've arrived, Yan Yun plans to make sure they're settled in properly.

This academy is large.

Yan Yun led them to the backyard.

The empty houses have been mostly repaired, but some daily necessities are still missing.

The women who followed were somewhat at a loss. "Miss, we..."

Yan Yun looked at them. What she wanted to do was only in its initial stages. She looked at them and realized that not everyone had come; a few people were missing.

Since they are unwilling to come, Yan Yun will not force them.

I can see her coming.

Yan Yun realized that what he had done was not a useless thing.

Yan Yun went to her study, which would be hers from now on. She asked Qing'er to learn how to grind ink for her. She wrote this down for them on paper. They would organize things at the academy, and she would pay them wages. As for their food and lodging, they would stay in the backyard of the academy, and she would have the workers set up a partition for them.

Yan Yun asked Qing'er to tell them what she had written.

Qing'er shook her head, "Miss, I can't read."

She could guess Yan Yun's expression, but she didn't know how to decipher the words on the paper.

Yan Yun thought for a moment and compared the little dumpling.

Qing'er immediately understood; she knew this.

She immediately went out to find the little dumpling and brought her in. Yan Yun handed her what he had written.

The little dumpling looked at it and asked, "Sister, are you testing me?"

Yan Yun shook her head, pointed at the paper, and then at Qing'er.

Qing'er said she couldn't read.

The little dumpling said, "So you want me to teach this older sister to read? Okay."

Yan Yun shook her head, and she opened her mouth.

Qing'er couldn't stand it any longer and could only chime in, "Miss means to read it aloud, right?"

Yan Yun then nodded.

"Like This."

The little dumpling immediately read the words Yan Yun had written carefully. She had come here because she saw the notice Yan Yun had written. She could read, but not many words.

The little dumpling stammered out the general meaning, but it was incomplete. Yan Yun pointed to one of the words she had overlooked, and the little dumpling blushed with embarrassment.

"No, I don't know him."

The little dumpling frankly admitted it and looked at Yan Yun with some helplessness.

Yan Yun looked at Qing'er, who was even less likely to know. It seemed that they still needed to hire a tutor.

It took Qing'er and Xiao Tuanzi a lot of effort to finally understand what Yan Yun had written.

Both of them were sweating.

After figuring out the meaning, the little dumpling went back to organizing the books, while Qing'er went to arrange for the women to stay in the backyard.

Yan Yunze decided to hire a tutor.

Everyone was busy running around.

At noon, Yan Yun took them to a restaurant, but the others declined, as they still had things to tidy up and therefore wouldn't go with them.

Yan Yun didn't think much of it.

They took Xiao Tuanzi and Qing'er to the restaurant.

Just like yesterday, no one dared to sit down except for the little dumpling who sat next to Yan Yun and asked what delicious food they wanted to eat.

Yan Yun glanced at Qing'er.

Qing'er insisted again, "Miss, we can't do this, there are other young ladies here."

The person who brought Shu Shu here was someone of extraordinary status, as Qing'er could tell at a glance. So she was no ordinary person either. Although they were both in the academy, she could tell her place.

Yan Yun looked at Shu Shu beside him and realized what Qing'er was worried about.

She took the little dumpling's hand and stood up, then went to the lobby and had Qing'er and the others sit at another table.

What you want to do may not be understood by others.

Qing'er is right. Rules can't be changed in a day, and there's no need to rush to change any of them.

At the dinner table, the group separated.

Shu Shu still needed maids to serve her, and Qing'er still served her as a maid.

After finishing their meal, the attendant went to the front desk to pay the bill.

Yan Yun returned to the academy.

As she left, the sound of gongs and drums filled the air on both sides of the academy.

The spot where the signboard was empty just a few days ago has been covered with a large red silk cloth during her absence. It's just a cover, and half of the wooden signboard underneath is now visible.