At the same time, "Yu Ling" is also the maiden name of Ling Luo's biological mother.
Concubine Yu is the sister of the current Prime Minister Yu Mingshen, and her status is lower than that of Yu Mingshen. Although Yu has always coveted the "Yuling Pavilion", she has been frightened by General Ling and has not dared to make any changes.
But in the past year, there has been no big movement, but little movement.
Walking into Yu Ling Pavilion, you can see tall trees with chirping birds, bamboo shade as cool as rain, winding paths leading to secluded areas, and rich embroidered velvet flowers. And behind this grand scene, hidden behind, is a tall house with deep eaves.
Yuling Pavilion is very large, but because Ling Luo is really not favored, there are very few servants, making it seem a little deserted. The plants in the yard have not been trimmed all year round, which only adds to the feeling of desolation at first glance.
Shengge was a maid who took good care of her. As soon as Ling Luo entered the door, she immediately started to heat hot water and take care of the bath.
"Miss Third, here are a change of clothes."
Ling Luo took the clothes and took a look. They were made of fine Su embroidery material, but the style looked a little old and the color had faded a lot. It could be seen that it had aged a lot.
She frowned slightly and said, "Can you change it to something better-looking?"
A look of shame flashed across Shengge's face, she lowered her head, tangled her two little hands together, and said, "But Miss Third, this is already the best thing."
Ling Luo's face gradually became tense. Even if she died and was not favored by her mother, in this general's mansion, she could still be regarded as a noble daughter born in the direct line.
Seeing the change in Ling Luo's expression, Shengge quickly explained: "Third Miss, don't be angry. The material of this dress was left by Mrs. Yu back then. You cherished it the most. There are also better and newer clothes in the cabinet than this one.
, but those were all those Miss Ling Yue wore and threw to us..."
"Then let's take this one." A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's face, and she looked at Shengge with a hint of approval in her eyes, "Go and get all the clothes in the cabinet that that little bitch Ling Yue gave us.
Throw it at the gate and set it on fire."
"Burned? This..." Shengge looked embarrassed, "This is a bit bad, isn't it?"
Ling Luo raised her eyebrows and raised the corners of her lips in a wanton arc: "What's wrong? Do you want me, a lady from my direct line, to wear the tatters left by her concubine?"
The look of surprise on Shengge's face became even stronger, and her voice started to become hoarse: "Miss Third, what's wrong with you? We have Madam Side's eyeliner in Yuling Pavilion. If we do this, it is tantamount to setting ourselves on fire."
, causing trouble for yourself!"
"Caught on fire?" Ling Luo took off her clothes that were burnt black, stepped into the bathtub so openly, and washed herself, "The thing I'm not afraid of the most is setting yourself on fire, Shengge, just do as I say.
Just do it, and the bigger the momentum, the better.”
"Third Miss, are you going to declare war with Mrs. Side?!" A look of fear flashed across Shengge's face, and she pointed to her head, "Have you been burned down here? You don't know how to...
"
The third young lady looks so strange now.
Ling Luo didn't take it seriously, cut off the maid's words, and said calmly: "No, I didn't burn out my brain, I woke up my brain. Shengge, believe me, we won't be angry again in the future."
"good!"
Hearing the words that he would no longer be angry, Shengge suddenly became motivated: "As long as Miss Third, you are willing to cheer up and stop crying secretly, Shengge will have hope!"