One hundred and fifty-seven chapters, another source of disaster
Qingyue came back and handed the paper in her hand to Yu Xijiao respectfully.
When Yu Xijiao saw the words above, a hint of coldness appeared at the corners of her lips. Just as she had guessed, she raised her head and looked at Qingyue: "Did you mention those sets of clothes you made for the eldest girl recently?"
"My slave told me that the sizes of some of the clothes I made for the eldest girl recently were a little wrong. I want to see if they remembered it correctly," Qingyue reported.
Yu Xijiao nodded, stretched out the note in her hand in front of Yu Ruiwen, "Father, please take a look."
Yu Ruiwen reached out and took it, looked at it, and asked, "Where is the person?"
"Master Marquis, I was afraid that our girl would ask questions, so I brought someone here. Many of the clothes have passed through her hands," Qingyue said.
Although Grandma Wang is the manager of the sewing room, she doesn't actually do much. It's just because she is Qian's confidant that her skills are even better than those of some ordinary servants in the sewing room. Materials like this are particularly good.
Grandma Wang doesn't dare to handle things that are particularly demanding.
The person was brought in. She was also a woman. She looked very capable. After entering the door, she saw Grandma Wang being held aside. She was stunned for a moment. She was brought here by Qingyue and she was asking about the note.
, don’t know what exactly happened here.
"My servant has met the Marquis, the eldest girl, the third girl, and Aunt Zhou." The old woman came in and bowed politely.
"Who gave you this note?" Yu Xijiao looked at the woman and asked.
"The note was given to the slaves by Grandma Wang. At that time, I was preparing to make clothes for the eldest girl. I brought the materials and cut them first. Grandma Wang said that they would be made according to this size." The mother-in-law did not hesitate.
The way of ten.
"When making clothes in previous years, did you always get the sizes like this?" Yu Xijiao continued to ask.
"It was the same in previous years." The mother-in-law nodded.
"Didn't you go get the girl measured and tailor her clothes?"
"No slaves... I don't know if Grandma Wang is going," the mother-in-law continued.
"In previous years, did the eldest sister start making clothes after she left the capital?"
"Basically...it's all right," the mother-in-law said honestly.
"Father, look." Yu Xijiao looked at Yu Ruiwen.
Yu Ruiwen raised his eyes from the note and said in a deep voice: "Pull it over."
The two women who were escorting Grandma Wang hurriedly pushed Grandma Wang over and knelt down.
"Tell me, who are these clothes made for? Whose measurements are these?" Yu Ruiwen's face showed no distinction between joy and anger.
Nowadays, Grandma Wang still dares to hide it. She no longer has the arrogance and anger before, and her voice trembles: "It's all... done for the second girl..., it belongs to the second girl."
The size of the second girl is clearly recorded on the note. This cannot be relied upon. There is also the latest date on it, and it will even be adjusted from time to time according to the time. The adjusted size is also recorded on it, as well as the final adjustment.
At that time, Yu Zhuqing must not have come back at that time.
Yu Zhuqing was delayed outside for a long time, and Qian was worried that Yu Yuxi would grow taller. When Yu Zhuqing was about to come back, he would re-measure and update the final size.
It's basically the same, but occasionally there will be small adjustments. The people in the sewing room are well aware of it. This matter has not been made public, and everyone doesn't care. She is just an adopted daughter. Could it be true?
They robbed the resources of the legitimate daughter of the Hou Mansion, and they were just following orders. "Why do you do this?" Yu Ruiwen said in a deep voice.
"This... is Madam's intention." Grandma Wang fell to the ground in panic, and wanted to plead for mercy, but was interrupted by Yu Ruiwen: "Come here, pull this dog slave down and give him twenty sticks."
The Marquis had spoken, and the two ladies took Grandma Wang down, directly outside the courtyard gate, and started beating her when she pressed the button.
Aunt Xi, who had just come to watch the excitement, saw this scene from a distance. She stopped, frowned, and her face changed slightly. How dare Aunt Zhou do such a thing?
She originally came here to check. She was well prepared to deal with Mrs. Zhou Auntie. She was just a concubine. She really thought she could fight against Mrs. Zhou. The scene in front of her made Grandma Xi cautious. How could Auntie Zhou be so powerful?
The courage to deal with Madam’s person on the spot?
Could something happen?
Looking up at the people outside the hall, Nanny Xi suddenly saw a young boy, and her expression changed drastically. This was the young man next to the Marquis. After carefully checking it several times, she confirmed that it was the young man beside the Marquis. Xi
Grandma turned around and left. Something had happened, and she had to report it to Madam as soon as possible.
What happens outside the courtyard gate is not known in the hall.
"Zhuqing, let Aunt Zhou help sew your clothes from now on." Yu Ruiwen glanced at Yu Zhuqing and ordered. This matter indeed made him unhappy. He also understood that it was Qian's action, but it was nothing more than Qian's actions.
Yu Ruiwen didn't think it was a big deal about a few pieces of clothing.
Seeing that the youngest daughter cares about it, then let someone beat Qian's head.
"Father..." Hearing Yu Ruiwen's understatement, Yu Zhuqing bit her lip, her eyes were slightly red, and she opened her mouth to explain herself. However, when she saw Yu Ruiwen's eyes turning around, she didn't know how to speak. She was an adopted daughter, and
I never dared to complain in front of Yu Ruiwen.
Yu Xijiao didn't have so many scruples. One look at her father's face and she knew that he thought this was a trivial matter. She stepped forward and asked straight to the point: "Father, do you know what the reputation of eldest sister is outside?"
Yu Ruiwen was stunned and looked up at Yu Xijiao, not understanding what she meant.
What does a few simple clothes have to do with reputation? Yu Ruiwen really doesn't know what Yu Zhuqing's reputation is.
"Father, everyone is saying that the eldest sister is ignorant. She is just an adopted daughter of the Marquis of Xuanping. She is so arrogant and extravagant. She wears gorgeous clothes. If anything is not satisfactory, just throw it aside. It is better to be the second girl of the Marquis of Xuanping. Even if
She is the legitimate daughter of the Marquis Mansion, and she is willing to have clothes that older girls are not willing to wear."
Yu Xijiao looked at Aunt Zhou.
Aunt Zhou nodded and asked the maid behind her to bring over a tray. Yu Xijiao asked her to bring it over, and it was covered with a cloth.
"Father, please take a look." Yu Xijiao lifted up the cover cloth, revealing several sets of gorgeous clothes below. These clothes alone make people feel extremely delicate. The embroidery thread, handwork, and pearls embellished before
, all of them are treasures. Even if Yu Ruiwen is not a female family member, she can see that a piece of clothing costs a lot of money without paying close attention.
With so many clothes stacked in one place, it looks even more gorgeous and delicate. There are skirts and skirts, one corner of the sleeves has fallen down, and the embroidery on them is flying like colorful butterflies.
Looking at such a large number of exquisite clothes, even though Yu Ruiwen didn't care at first, his expression changed slightly.
"Father, what you saw is just once. In the past years, when my eldest sister came back from outside, there would always be a lot of clothes that didn't fit in front of her. They said they were specially made for her, but in fact, the eldest sister couldn't wear them at all.
Everyone knows that the eldest sister is extremely arrogant and extravagant, and regards money as floating clouds, but the money is not hers."
Yu Xijiao said softly.
Yu Zhuqing lowered his head, pursed his lips hard, and smiled bitterly. This time he was no longer timid, "Father, my daughter doesn't know why people outside say this. The clothes my daughter usually wears are very simple."
Her clothes are indeed very simple, and she doesn't like to go out for banquets. Yu Ruiwen once asked Qian to take Yu Zhuqing out. Qian said that Yu Zhuqing likes to be quiet and doesn't like to socialize too much. She said that some people are malicious
Mentioning her identity as an adopted daughter made her feel uncomfortable.
Thinking of Yu Zhuqing's biological father and biological mother's early death, and her fear of people talking about the past, Yu Ruiwen didn't force her, and gradually she no longer asked Qian to take Yu Zhuqing out, and she rarely met Yu Zhuqing in the house.
"Father, do you still remember the disaster that happened to Princess Yunhe before?" Yu Xijiao asked.
Princess Yunhe of the previous dynasty was the queen's legitimate daughter. She loved gorgeous clothes and would change into several sets of clothes a day. Each set was gorgeous, exquisite and extremely luxurious. However, she usually only wore such clothes a few times and then threw them away.
He knows how to make new and beautiful clothes, but if he doesn't have enough money, he sells his official position in large quantities just to get beautiful clothes.
The previous dynasty was destroyed in the first place because of Princess Yunhe. The first people to revolt were the people in Princess Yunhe's fiefdom. They imposed excessive and excessive taxes, forcing the people to die. There was nothing the people could do but rebel.
Yu Ruiwen has always been aware of these historical facts. His face suddenly turned sharp. He looked at the folded gorgeous clothes with a heavy gaze. His brows were wrinkled unconsciously. The veins on the fire fork on his forehead jumped. It was obvious that he was furious.
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"Father..." Yu Zhuqing thought he was going to scold Yu Xijiao, so regardless of his timidity, he stepped forward and stood in front of Yu Xijiao, lowering his head, "Father, this happened because of me, please punish me."
Yu Xijiao looked at her, stretched out her hand to pull her sleeves, and comforted her in a low voice: "Sister, this matter is my intention. Sister has been spreading such a reputation for so many years, even if I just came to Beijing.
I heard about it, and at first I thought it was another Princess Yunhe, but it turns out that the eldest sister is just the daughter of a marquis."
How can you say this casually?
"Don't talk nonsense." Yu Ruiwen glared at his youngest daughter and scolded her.
"Third sister, stop talking." Yu Zhuqing grabbed Yu Xijiao's hand in panic.
Yu Xijiao took her hand and shook it gently, then looked at Yu Ruiwen: "Father!"
"I don't know how to handle the management of the sewing room. I should change it myself. Aunt Zhou, please handle it first. As for the past matters, I will ask Madam for clarification." After hearing his daughter mention Princess Yunhe several times, Yu Ruiwen said decisively,
His temperament was rarely so decisive. Aunt Zhou was stunned for a moment and then nodded hurriedly.
"Zhu Qing, if anything like this happens in the future, just report it to your father. You are the daughter of the Marquis Mansion and your father's daughter. You are the same as the other girls in the manor." Yu Ruiwen said solemnly.
"Thank you...Father." Yu Zhuqing's nose felt sour. This was almost to clear her name. From then on, no one dared to say that she was just an adopted daughter, and her name was not justified.
"Jiao'er, you and Zhu Qing are here to help Aunt Zhou with things. You have other things to do as a father." Yu Ruiwen said, and strode away with an angry face. He was actually the last one to know about such a big thing. Qian's
How many things had been hidden from him, and all of them were the source of trouble for the family.