SFS Chapter 471: Vicissitudes
Chapter 471: Vicissitudes
She silently concluded in her heart that next time she went out to drink with them, she should not get too drunk and should keep some rationality.
Fortunately, Guo Yang was really drunk. He fell asleep on the table halfway through talking about his plan to cut his penis.
Bei Jingchu breathed a sigh of relief. She originally wanted to be polite and send the person back personally.
But it was better to keep a low profile recently. She didn't want too many people to know that she had private dealings with some ministers, so she just sent someone to send it back.
It was bustling downstairs in the restaurant. Bei Jingchu remembered that Bei Huan had handed her a note the day before, saying that she was going to inspect the farm yesterday, and she should be back by now.
There is a cloth shop downstairs, which recently makes clothes for Wuyuan's servants.
Given her personality, she would go and see it in person when she passes by on her way back.
Bei Jingchu sent someone to find out whether Princess Mo Qing had arrived.
Bei Hua did arrive here, but she just stayed in the carriage to rest.
Madam Cao was good at managing general affairs, and she used the ready-made helper without hesitation.
The little girl happily got off the carriage and went to the shop. Looking at her excited back, Bei Hua sighed, "It's good to be young."
Maid: "...My Lord, you seem to be the same age as Madam Cao."
Bei Hua sighed, "You don't understand. I'm just tired."
Having been oppressed by Chu Ba Pi for so many years, my mentality has become extremely old, not to mention that now I am helping that heartless person to kill his head, I can't even sleep well.
Looking at Madam Cao who has just started working, I feel that she is so simple and a really useful beast of burden.
Bei Hua thought with a smile on her face.
Suddenly the smile on his lips froze.
So...did you think the same when you saw her actively working before the initial exposure?
Gan!
Over there, Madam Cao was preparing to discuss a new batch of cloth with the boss, and the boss smiled and wanted to invite her to the private room.
Before I stepped into the backyard, I heard a familiar voice.
"Second sister."
The girl came in from the door, holding a woman by her side.
She seemed surprised and said, "I never thought I could see you here again. What a coincidence."
Madam Cao didn't think she was really surprised.
I used to be ignorant at home and fight with my younger sisters for petty gains.
The third sister was about the same age as her and argued the most.
As the eldest sister, she was mean and harsh to her, and used the method of suppressing her to highlight her own nobility.
Although there is no actual physical injury, psychological damage is inevitable.
She didn't believe that her third sister didn't bear a grudge.
Sure enough, the girl smiled sweetly and covered her lips with the fan, like a little animal that had done something wrong.
She said pitifully and innocently, "Oh, no, you are no longer my second sister. Father said that in the future, the Cao family will no longer have a daughter like you, so we should just treat you as dead."
People around were looking over and pointing, whispering.
"Even her parents don't want her anymore. How unfilial she is."
"You've been abandoned by your family, yet you still have the nerve to live. I would just kill myself."
"Did she elope with someone? I've seen stories that say this: a rich lady elopes with a poor scholar and is disowned by her parents."
"shameless."
"..."
A wave of rumors swept in, as noble ladies valued their reputation the most.
Mrs. Cao San knew that her second elder sister had always been a model of a noble lady and was very careful about her reputation, so she was waiting to see her sister collapse.
But Madam Cao now feels vaguely happy.
It's just... there's a kind of refreshing feeling of being the only one sober while everyone else is drunk.
If it wasn't the right occasion, she might have pointed fingers at everyone instead.
Faced with her sister's trouble-making, Mrs. Cao was not angry, but rather felt helpless.
Through her, it seems like I can see the ignorant self of the past.
It is also an atonement for the past ignorance.