Crossing Over to Yamada Love

After Mo Lan finished doing all this, she had Xia Yu help Chun Hua lie down.

"Sister Chunhua, please relax and focus on recovering. Make sure you take your medicine on time. Don't do anything until you're fully healed. I'll have someone take care of your daily needs," Mo Lan said to Chunhua with a smile.

Chunhua repeatedly said she dared not accept it. She was just a servant and should have been serving her master. But now her master not only didn't let her serve him, but also sent someone to serve her and even personally treated her wounds. How could she accept that?

Mo Lan helped Chun Hua up, preventing her from getting up. She pulled up a stool and sat down in front of Chun Hua's bed, looking at her softly and saying, "Sister Chun Hua, putting aside our friendship along the way, just the fact that you saved my grandmother is a debt I can never repay. It was also my selfish reason to ask you for her from the Crown Princess. I don't know if Sister Chun Hua will blame me, after all, the Crown Princess will be a Marquis's wife in the future, and you can have a better future by her side."

As Mo Lan finished speaking, seeing Chunhua struggling to speak, she quickly helped her up and said, "Sister, don't rush, let me finish. My grandmother and I are just relatives of the Marquis's family, we are farmers, and our statuses are too different. If Sister Chunhua doesn't want to come with us, that's fine. Let us express our goodwill for Sister Chunhua first. After you recover from your injuries here, I will speak with the Marquis and help you arrange a good place for yourself."

After listening to Mo Lan's words and seeing her sincere smile, Chunhua's tears fell. Her mistress was so good to her, always thinking of her needs. When she returned injured and went to the Crown Princess's quarters, she not only received no kindness, but was also met with the Crown Princess's complaints. Even the maids had to be mindful of their mistress's feelings; if the Crown Princess disliked her, who would treat her well? The maids were all cold to her; lying in her room, no one even poured her a drink of water. The Crown Princess had even given her only half a month to recuperate; after that, she would have to go back to work, regardless of whether her injuries had healed.

She was lying there worrying, wondering if she could recover from her injuries in half a month, and how she would get through those two weeks. Then, that evening, the Crown Princess returned and sent someone to take her to Lan Courtyard, saying that she would now belong to Miss Lan. At that moment, she felt a sense of relief.

"Miss, you flatter me. How could I possibly complain about your kindness? I am willing to follow you. Thank you for taking care of me. I will serve you well once I recover." Chunhua struggled to her feet and tried to kowtow to Molan.

By saying this, she had essentially acknowledged Mo Lan as her master. In her heart, all she wanted was to have a stable job, marry a reliable servant, and live a peaceful life. She had observed the entire process of picking up her aunt. She found that both her aunt and Miss Lan were good people, unlike those powerful relatives who treated maids like dirt. When they encountered the masked men, her aunt and Miss Lan acted very bravely. She herself had rushed to her aunt's aid without hesitation when she saw her in danger; if anything had happened to her aunt, all those who had gone with her would have perished.

After she was injured, Miss Lan stitched her up. It looked frightening, but it took a lot of courage. The old lady and Miss had been taking care of her all the way. Now Miss had taken her back from the Crown Prince's wife and specially assigned someone to take care of her. She could see that Miss genuinely wanted to treat her well and repay her, rather than just putting on a show. With Miss treating her like this, what else could she say? She would just follow Miss closely from now on.

Mo Lan offered Chun Hua a few more words of comfort, then told her to rest well. She then decreed that Chun Hua and Xia Yu would both be first-class maids, and that Granny Bai and Granny Feng would also receive first-class allowances.

Mo Lan went to see Wang Shi, who was still awake. After Mo Lan arrived, Wang Shi inquired about Chun Hua's condition and was relieved to hear that Chun Hua was much better. Qiu Hong kept watch over Wang Shi, while Mo Lan returned to her own room, where Xia Yu kept watch over her.

Mo Lan didn't immediately explain anything to Xia Yu. After all, they needed time to get to know each other and get to know each other better. It wouldn't be too late to ask at the right time.

The next day, before dawn, Mo Lan was woken up by Xia Yu because she had to get up and go with Wang Shi to pay respects to the Lady of the Marquis. Mo Lan groaned inwardly: Is this what they call morning and evening greetings? She's here as a guest, why does she have to do this? She wanted to sleep in!

After washing her face, rinsing her mouth, and changing her clothes, Mo Lan went outside.

Xia Yu frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then called out, "Miss, please wait."

Mo Lan turned around and looked at her with a puzzled expression. What else was there?

Xia Yu looked at Mo Lan's hair. She wondered how her mistress had slept last night. Now that her hair was a mess, people would definitely laugh at her if she went out. "Miss, let me comb your hair before we go to the old lady's place."

"You can comb hair? That's great, then I won't have to bother my grandma every day."

Mo Lan smiled happily. She was quick to learn everything else, but she had no interest in writing or combing her hair. Her handwriting was like a dog's scrawle, and her hair was always a mess. Wang Shi always had to help her, so she was naturally happy to have someone who could comb her hair.

"My mother always served the Dowager Lady by combing her hair when she was alive. I learned a little from her when I was little. I hope you don't mind, Miss." Xia Yu began to comb Mo Lan's hair. Her mother was very skillful and was well-liked by the Dowager Lady. At that time, her father served the Marquis and her mother served the Dowager Lady. Everyone in the mansion fawned over their family.

Later, my mother suddenly fell ill and passed away. Less than half a year later, my father remarried, and my stepmother gave birth to my younger brother and sister. As a result, my father stopped loving me as much.

The Dowager Lady took pity on her and took her in as a maid. The Dowager Lady treated her very well. After the Dowager Lady passed away, she was assigned to serve the Lady of the Marquis, and things were not as good as before.

Last time, the Sixth Young Master took a liking to me and wanted to take me as his concubine. If I hadn't firmly refused, the Lady of the Marquis probably would have given me to him. I begged my father, but he said the Sixth Young Master was the master, and it was my good fortune that he had taken a liking to me. He even tried to persuade me to marry him. The Sixth Young Master is the master, but I don't like him. He's a good-for-nothing who tries to flirt with every girl he sees. He's already taken several concubines before we're even married. How can I marry someone like that!

She would rather marry a servant than be with the Sixth Young Master. The reason she went out of the manor to pick up the old lady was twofold: first, to avoid the Sixth Young Master, and second, to hope that if things went well, she could ask for a favor and not become the Sixth Young Master's concubine.

To her surprise, Miss Lan actually took her away. If the Sixth Young Master came to beg, would she still be sent away? She saw that Miss Lan treated Chunhua very well, but Chunhua had saved the old lady's life, while she hadn't. If she begged Miss Lan, would Miss Lan stand up for her? If Miss Lan stood up for her, it would inevitably offend the Second Madam and the Sixth Young Master. She was just a servant, and Miss Lan was just a relative of the Marquis's family. She couldn't fight against the Second Madam and the Sixth Young Master. She shouldn't make things difficult for Miss Lan.

Xia Yu's mind raced with thoughts, but her hands didn't stop. Her skills were quite good, and she quickly finished combing Mo Lan's hair. Mo Lan looked at it and thought it was really nice, even better than her grandmother's. Although her grandmother was born a young lady, she never had to comb her own hair. Although her grandmother knew a lot, she didn't know how to do it properly, and her hairstyles were always the same two styles. Unlike Xia Yu, who had styled her hair in a completely new way, it looked really good. It made her look quite charming.

"It looks great, thank you." Mo Lan smiled and thanked Xia Yu.

"This servant dares not accept such thanks, Miss. It is only my duty, and I am unworthy of your gratitude," Xia Yu hurriedly curtsied.

"Let's go." Mo Lan smiled, saying nothing more. She led the way out.

Madam Wang was waiting for Mo Lan inside the house. There was a comb in front of her, and she was waiting to comb her granddaughter's hair.

"Grandma, I'm all done. Look, Xia Yu styled my hair into a new bun, isn't it pretty?" Mo Lan showed off to Wang Shi as she entered the room.

Wang was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, "Beautiful, really beautiful." Although she wore a mask, a different emotion was revealed in her eyes.

Mo Lan was stunned. Her grandmother's eyes held a complex mix of emotions: admiration, relief, and disappointment. Why? Suddenly, she understood.

She walked over and snuggled against Wang, whispering, "Lanlan loves it when Grandma combs her hair the most. It's because it represents Grandma's love for Lanlan, Grandma's heartfelt wishes for Lanlan. Lanlan doesn't dislike Grandma, she's just afraid of being late and people will talk. How about Lanlan sleeps with Grandma starting tonight, and Grandma will comb Lanlan's hair every morning? As long as Grandma doesn't find it troublesome, Lanlan will never have to learn to comb hair, and Grandma will always comb Lanlan's hair. Grandma combing Lanlan's hair is Lanlan's greatest happiness."

"You silly girl, how old are you and you're still acting like a child? I don't want to comb your hair, it's exhausting. Get up, we're going to be late." Madam Wang scolded Mo Lan, but her eyes shone with loving light. She had always been the one to comb Mo Lan's hair; she was used to it and saw it as a sign of her love for her granddaughter. But suddenly, someone else was combing her granddaughter's hair, and she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. However, Mo Lan's words brightened her mood. She couldn't be with her granddaughter forever; it was a good thing that her granddaughter had someone to take care of her.

Both women wore gentle smiles as they led Xia Yu and Granny Bai in a sedan chair to Jingyue Hall, which was the residence of the Marquis's wife.

The two alighted from the sedan chair and entered the courtyard, where most of the grandmothers were already there. Looking at the neatly arranged group of women, Mo Lan thought to herself: What's so great about marrying into a wealthy family? Having to be like this every day is unbearable.

Upon seeing Wang Shi and Mo Lan arrive, the grandmothers hurriedly greeted Wang Shi, and Mo Lan also curtsied to the grandmothers. At this moment, someone came to help Wang Shi and invited her inside, since Wang Shi was an elder and they couldn't let her wait in the courtyard.

Upon entering the main room, the Second Madam and the Crown Prince's Consort were already having tea. Madam Wang hurriedly stepped forward to pay her respects.