5 Shangguan Yongs Distress (1/2)
”Second Miss went to the Concubine Xiu place?” In the main room, after Madam Qin had heard her report, her expression didn't change, but she waved her hand for her servant to withdraw.
”Why would she go there?” Third Miss An Jinge had a look of disdain on her face as she sat there and said, ”At this moment, An Jinxiu remembered that she wasn't born from a mother, but from concubine?”
”Shut up!” Madam Qin's face sank. ”Who taught you to be so sarcastic?”
An Jinge lowered her head. She actually wasn't too afraid of her father, Grand Preceptor An, but of Madam Qin, her biological mother.
”Do your needlework well!” Madam Qin slapped the table. ”You must be dignified and magnanimous, so that your future husband will love you and respect you!”
”How old am I?” An Jinge said shyly.
”You are only one year younger than Ah Jin,” Lady Qin's tone sounded cold as she said to An Jinge, ”If she has already left the house, your father will definitely let you marry into the Shangguan family! Do you think you're still young? ”
”Then he might as well kill me!” An Jinge cried out, ”I heard that Shangguan Yong is a lousy person, he can scare people to death!”
”Pah!” Her youngest daughter was simply incomparable to the eldest daughter of the Crown Prince's consort. The Crown Prince's wife, An Jinyan, was truly dignified and generous. She didn't show any emotions on her face, but the younger daughter was always reckless.
Under the pressure of Madam Qin, An Jinge lowered her head to embroider her needlework. An Jinxiu's fate had already made An Jinge laugh out loud several times in her room. This girl who thought herself to be the direct descendant of the Residence of An, was finally sent out by her father as a form of thanks. No matter how beautiful she looks, so what if she reads more poems? This little one is this little one's little one. No matter what, it couldn't pass through the sky! An Jinge was embroidering the Winter Plum Blossom in her hands. Thinking about An Jinxiu marriage, she was too happy that she almost hummed a little tune.
When Madam Qin saw her daughter like this, she shook her head and didn't speak another word to lecture An Jinge. An Jinxiu actually went to see the Concubine Xiu, which surprised née Qin. After she was born, she had raised this humble girl by her side. An Jinxiu had always been taught to look down on her own mother, so why did she suddenly run over to pay her respects this time? Could it be that this girl had found out about the plot of the marriage?
”Mother, what do you think about the embroidery of this flower?” An Jinge finished her embroidery of a cold plum blossom and showed it to Lady Qin.
”That's right,” Lady Qin lightly said. Just a single plum blossom was embroidered to the point of collapsing. Thinking of the flowers, birds, fish and bugs that were embroidered on An Jin's embroidery, as well as looking at her biological daughter's embroidery, née Qin was filled with displeasure. When Madam Qin thought back to the fact that An Jin had been born under a concubine, she once again confirmed that this lowly servant had been born to obstruct her view and obstruct her heart.
”Mom, are you unhappy again?” Seeing her mother like this, An Jinge asked, ”Who dares to provoke you?”
”It's fine,” Lady Qin said. ”You embroidered it.” It was hard for her to tell her daughter, but she thought of the woman from the side courtyard. The eldest daughter of the Qin Clan, Madam Qin, came out of the pavilion together with Madam Qin's wife, who followed the bridal sedan into the Residence of An. At that time, she was ten years old. Née Qin saw that this little girl was honest and was also a servant girl that was raised by her mother, so she let her accompany her. Who would have thought that when a ten-year-old girl grew up, she would actually be as beautiful as a flower. A little girl who served tea and passed water had actually lured her master onto the bed, and even secretly created a pearl.
In the An clan of a hundred years, they had never had a concubine who was born into a servant. Lady Qin was once a joke in the imperial court, how could she possibly be a blind housewife like her who kept a seductive fox by her side for five years. She was a bastard who was about to give birth to a concubine.
The more Madame Qin thought about it, the angrier she became. Every time she recalled the past, she felt stifled and suffocated. She originally wanted to ask An Jin about this visit, but née Qin changed her mind. An Jin was going to marry a military man in a month, and this bastard's entire life would be doomed to be ruined. What was she going to do about it? This concubine was her tool in retaliating against that lowly servant. Now that her goal had been achieved, An Jinxiu would become a member of the Shangguan family. This had nothing to do with her anymore.
It was time to think of a way to get rid of An Yuanzhi. Madam Qin looked at An Jinge, which was focused on embroidery, and her mind drifted off into the distance. Now that she had settled an An Jinxiu, there were still many things in the mansion that she needed to worry about.