Speaking of the changes in the Quan Ningbo Mansion, Xiangqiao hurriedly sat down opposite Ning Yujin, moved her posture, opened up her chat box and started talking nonstop.
"Miss, you don't know that Aunt Zhao is ill. The plump beauty she used to be is now so thin that she is completely out of shape. The master also released her and let her be cared for, but it seems that she will not be able to regain her former beauty.
It’s impossible. Moreover, I heard from the mistress that the housekeeper and his mother-in-law heard from an old woman who had worked in the house for decades that Aunt Zhao’s illness was abnormal. Someone had had this illness before and she died in the end.
Got it!"
"Why don't you listen to this and listen to that? You speak so fast and you're not afraid of getting tongue-tied." Xiangyue could only hear Xiangqiao crackling like pouring beans. She couldn't hear clearly if she reacted a little slower.
Ning Yujin held her head with one hand and tapped the table with the other hand, thoughtfully: "Is Aunt Zhao sick?"
It seems that I have to go back to the uncle's house another day to see what's wrong with it.
In fact, after leaving the Quan Ningbo Mansion, Ning Yujin no longer wanted to care about anything in the mansion.
But here, personal honor and disgrace are all tied to the family. When she stood up, everyone knew that she was the third lady of Quan Ningbo Mansion. If anything happened to Quan Ningbo Mansion, she would not be able to escape any involvement.
Now is an extraordinary period. Mo Jingxiao is already the target of public criticism. She flew onto a branch and turned into a phoenix, which made many people jealous. If someone really died in the uncle's house at this time, what would her situation be like?
It probably won't be much better.
What's more, the eldest lady is not a good bird. Without Aunt Zhao, her family will be the only one. Even if someone more beautiful than Aunt Zhao comes in the future, she will not be able to survive for long without children or daughters.
Next, Ning Yuyan suffered such a big loss when she proposed marriage for Prince Xing, and her face was completely lost. With her temperament, it would be strange if she didn't get back on her feet.
Alas, if you think about it carefully, why do you think all these bad things come up in piles?
During this period of time, she was hiding in Prince Ding's Mansion, not hearing what was going on outside the window, and all she wanted to do was be lazy. But there were some things that she couldn't hide from. If she went out to hang out, she would have to pay for it sooner or later.
"By the way," she suddenly sat up straight and hurriedly asked Xiangqiao, "You heard the mistress heard from the housekeeper and heard from his mother-in-law that the old lady who had been working in the house for decades also said that she was born in the past.
Who is the person who has suffered from this disease?"
"This..." Xiangqiao stretched out his hand and scratched his head, thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "The mistress just said it in one sentence, and I didn't even ask."
Ning Yujin tilted her neck and looked thoughtful: "It seems that I have to go back to the uncle's house no matter what."
That old lady they talk about may know something else.
For example, what happened with Aunt Wan back then.
"Miss, are you going back to the uncle's house?" Xiangqiao looked at Ning Yujin with bright eyes, and she suddenly became excited.
Ning Yujin couldn't help but smile when she saw this. She raised her head and glanced at Xiangyue: "Did you see that? As soon as I came back, I started to miss someone. When I heard that I was going back to my uncle's house, I was as happy as anything. Xiao Xiangqiao,
Do you think I should make the decision and bring the mistress over?"
"Miss, where did you say he went?" Xiangqiao pouted, lowered her head with red cheeks, and whispered, "I didn't miss him."
"Haha." Xiangqiao is indeed a pistachio, and Ning Yujin felt that the heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart for a day was completely eliminated by her few words.
Now that everyone had asked, Ning Yujin didn't miss a single one and asked Xiangqiao: "Then when you went back, did you hear how Ning Yuning is doing now?"
"Second Miss..." Xiangqiao shook her head, "I heard that she locked herself in the room alone and didn't come out for a long time. The food was brought in by the servants. If the food hadn't been tampered with
There are so many traces that everyone is almost wondering whether she died in the house."
"That's it..." Ning Yujin raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly.
Last time, Ning Yuning and the fake Cuilan tried to plot against her, but unexpectedly, they got herself involved in the end, leaving a scar on her beautiful face.
For Ning Yuning, having her face ruined is more painful than killing her, right?
However, there were traces of movement on the food, which at least meant that she still had a desire to survive, so we left her alone for the time being.
"What about Aunt Li and Yuyi? How are they doing?"
"Aunt Li...well, she's not the same as before." Speaking of Aunt Li, even Xiangqiao couldn't help but sigh.
Aunt Li was originally the maid of the eldest lady. Although Ning Zhongjian and she had a daughter, they could not get close to her, so they were naturally cold and indifferent.
On the one hand, the eldest lady wanted to win over Ning Zhongjian through her, but on the other hand, she hated her for sharing the same man with her. How could she give her a good look?
Aunt Li is an aunt, but her life is probably not as good as that of a slave beside the eldest lady.
Ning Yujin had heard about her many times and bumped into her once when she was still in the uncle's house. Naturally, she knew her situation. I just felt sorry for Ning Yuyi, and I didn't know how much she would suffer.
"Before I left, I met the Fourth Miss. The Fourth Miss has grown a bit taller. She was already taller, but it seems that she has grown up a lot since I last saw her. Her face has begun to take shape, and her figure has also improved.
It started to happen. I just look too thin and always give people... a feeling of being sick and lack of energy."
"How can she gain weight when she is worried and depressed every day?" Ning Yujin glanced at Xiangqiao and snorted softly, "You said that if she was as simple-minded and well-developed as you, she would gain weight every day.
If she doesn’t think about anything but eating and playing, do you think she will gain weight?”
"Ah? So speaking of it, my life is better than that of Miss Fourth?" Xiangqiao thought about it carefully, and it seemed true.
When she first followed Ning Yujin, all the maids who entered the mansion with her asked her to give some benefits to the manager and transfer her to the room of the eldest lady or Aunt Zhao.
But she remembered clearly that when she first entered that shabby little courtyard, all the maids assigned by the master were sitting lazily in the courtyard chatting, but the legendary third lady was alone.
Sitting calmly eating lunch, she was suddenly shocked.
It was said to be lunch, but it was just three side dishes and a few steamed buns. She didn't know who cooked it for her or if she made it herself.
Seeing her coming in, she smiled at her, stretched out her hand and handed her a steamed bun: "You're here before you have lunch, right? Come on, continue."
At that time she was stunned again.
Before entering the house, her family had repeatedly told her that the master was aloof and the slaves were obedient, and she was asked to control her temper and not cause trouble.
But she never imagined that her master would look like this.
"What? Don't like steamed buns? Just make do with it, this is the only one here now." Ning Yujin shrugged and smiled helplessly at her.
At that time, she didn't know whether she was really hungry or something, so she unconsciously reached out and took the bun.
Then……
All the way to now.
"Xiangqiao, are you thinking about your mistress again?" Ning Yujin waved her hand in front of her eyes, with a smile in her eyes, "Xiangyue, come here and take a look, this girl is crazy about men."
"Miss!"
Xiangqiao stomped her feet angrily, wondering why she just wanted a steamed bun and followed such a master?