I became a big shot in the quick transmigration world.

Chapter 19 There is a Reborn Person in the Mansion 18
Qin Shuye said with dissatisfaction, "Mengmeng encountered an assassin a while ago and was stabbed. She was greatly frightened and needs time to recover. She's resting well in the courtyard and doesn't want to see anyone. Why do you have to disturb her?"

Yan Qing was speechless for a moment. She hadn't expected that she couldn't even complain while she was pregnant.

However, Yan Qing knew men's hearts well, and now was not the time to confront them head-on. So she put on a very aggrieved look, pouted her little mouth, and said softly and weakly.

"I'm worried about Xiaomeng. She's been confined to the courtyard all day. I wonder if that will affect her communication with others. I'm afraid that incident will have too much of an impact and leave her with some kind of aftereffect."

Upon hearing Yan Qing's words, Qin Shuye lowered his head and pondered for a moment before getting up and leaving Qinghe Garden.

Yan Qing was left completely bewildered.

They're leaving already?
They've only been here a short while, and they're already leaving?
I only mentioned Yu Muhuai casually, why did he leave?

Yan Qing was so angry that she threw the teacup on the ground, and it shattered into pieces instantly.

Hearing the commotion, Mo Ju hurriedly ran in. Seeing the scene, she asked Yan Qing what had happened.

Yan Qing roared in exasperation, "Get out! Get out!"

The roar was full of energy; there was no trace of the delicate appearance from before.
"Yes, yes, Aunt Yan."

Mo Ju was kicked out before she could even clean up the broken teacup.

For the past two months at Qinghe Garden, she had lived cautiously and fearfully, afraid that she might accidentally say or do something wrong and incur Yan Qing's displeasure.

At best, they'll be verbally abused; at worst, they'll be beaten.

Yan Qing didn't hit her directly, but would occasionally throw things when she was venting her anger, and those things would "accidentally" land on Mo Ju.

For example, teacups, hairpins, chopsticks, etc.

Although no obvious scars were left, the pain felt very real and clear.

On one occasion, Yan Qing even spilled scalding hot soup on Mo Ju's hand, causing the back of her hand to swell and turn red for several days.

Furthermore, Yan Qing would often find new ways to torment Mo Ju. In the backyard, it was far too easy for a concubine to punish a maid.

If the water isn't boiled properly, you can boil it eight times in one night. If you wake up in the middle of the night wanting something to eat, you can only cook it in the small kitchen, only to find that your aunt is asleep.

There are countless examples like this.

If Mo Ju still doesn't understand that Yan Qing has great dissatisfaction with her, then she is too stupid.

After leaving the room, Mo Ju bit her lower lip, her eyes brimming with tears, which would roll down with the slightest blink.

She thought about it for a moment, then steeled herself. After dark, she quietly left Qinghe Garden and walked outside.

Yu Muhuai was in Mu Ningzhai, reading by lamplight and identifying the herbs on the table to deepen his understanding of them, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Miss."

That's the sound of bell bamboo.

"What's the matter?"

"Miss, someone is looking for you outside."

"So late? I'm not seeing you."

"Miss, she...she is Mo Ju."

Yu Muhuai thought for a moment and said, "Have her wait in the side courtyard."

After tidying up the herbs on the table, Yu Muhuai went out.

Arriving at the side courtyard, Yu Muhuai looked at the black chrysanthemums in front of him.

I haven't seen her for two months. She's lost a lot of weight and looks much more haggard. She doesn't look like a young girl of sixteen or seventeen anymore; she looks more like a cleaning lady.

Yu Muhuai sat on the soft couch, glanced at Mo Ju indifferently, and said in a flat tone with concise words, "Speak, what is it?" Seeing the disdainful attitude of the young lady she had served for so long, Mo Ju's eyes immediately reddened.

She knelt down and pleaded earnestly, "Miss, Moju was wrong. Miss, could you please take Moju back? Moju will serve you well and will be obedient and diligent from now on. Please, Miss, don't let Moju stay with Aunt Yan."

Yu Muhuai raised an eyebrow and said, "What? Is Aunt Yan treating you badly?"

Mo Ju's tears streamed down her face instantly. She sobbed, "Aunt Yan... she's never been kind to Mo Ju."

Yu Muhuai's tone remained calm, "But you're already Aunt Yan's woman. What's the point of coming to see Miss now?"

"Miss, there is news about Moju, Moju. You can also get news about Aunt Yan."

Yu Muhuai scoffed at this. She had long known that Mo Ju was someone who could easily betray her master for personal gain. As long as there was a chance to improve the situation, she would not hesitate to betray anyone.

This is also why Yu Muhuai knew that Mo Ju had betrayed him, but he still didn't confront her directly, and instead cheerfully sent her to Yan Qing's side.

Because Yu Muhuai was certain that there would be problems between the two of them.

Sure enough, Mo Ju took the initiative to come to their door.

Yu Muhuai feigned curiosity and asked, "News about Aunt Yan? What news could she possibly have?"

Mo Ju bit her lower lip, feigning difficulty, "She... Aunt Yan, she..."

"Miss, Moju has spoken out. Can you get Moju back? In Moju's heart, you have always been her only master!"

As she spoke, Mo Ju knelt down on the ground with a "plop" and kowtowed several times.

Yu Muhuai looked at his floor with heartache.

If you keep hitting it, the floor will break.

Yu Muhuai stood up, stepped forward, pressed down on Moju's shoulder, and helped her up.

Then she took out a handkerchief and wiped the dust off Moju's forehead.

"Moju, don't do this, it will make Miss feel bad."

“Miss.” Mo Ju looked at Yu Muhuai gratefully. The two looked at each other, as if they had countless words to say.

Lingzhu stood guard outside the door, while Luolan and Jianmei stood beside Yu Muhuai.

The two little girls looked at the scene before them, feeling only confusion and bewilderment.

They were deceived by Yu Muhuai's acting skills and thought that their young lady was really going to forgive Moju. However, they could not disobey their young lady's decision and could only worry in secret.

Ignoring everyone else, Yu Muhuai continued gently, "But, Moju, Miss has already given you to Aunt Yan, so it's impossible for her to suddenly take you back."

Moreover, Aunt Yan is currently pregnant and needs help at that time; how could Miss casually ask for someone from her side?

"Miss!" Mo Ju exclaimed anxiously, "Miss, this is the news Mo Ju wanted to tell you!"

As she spoke, Moju glanced at Luolan and Jianmei standing to the side.

Yu Muhuai gestured for them to leave. Although the two girls were very unwilling, they still pouted and obediently went out, making sure to close the door behind them before leaving.

"Moju, you speak."

Mo Ju lowered her voice, adopting a mysterious demeanor, "Miss, Aunt Yan's... her pregnancy... something's not right."

“Aunt Yan is pregnant, so she will naturally be different from ordinary people.”

Mo Ju was getting a little anxious, and she gestured with her hands to help explain herself.

"No, Miss, ever since Aunt Yan was diagnosed with her pregnancy, she hasn't allowed Moju to help her change her undergarments. But Moju accidentally glimpsed it, and Aunt Yan's belly is too flat!"

(End of this chapter)