Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Madam Xue glanced towards the inner room and said in a low voice, "Mother wants to give Piaoxue, the maid she recently took in, to Yi-ge as a concubine."

Yi-ge'er, the eldest son of the eldest brother, Lu Yunyi, is only 12 years old.

"How old is he? Why would he be given a concubine?"

Madam Xue forced a smile but didn't say anything.

The old woman kneeling on the ground interjected, "It's good when elders bestow gifts upon younger generations..."

"Shut up," Lu Zhiyao snapped, then ordered Tao, "Slap her twenty times."

"Yes," Tao replied, and had Chunmei and Xiahe hold her down while she stepped forward to slap her.

Seeing the sweat on her sister-in-law's head, Lu Zhiyao said, "Sister-in-law, you should go back and rest first."

"Mother......"

"You know I'm with Mother. She won't do anything to me. Go back quickly. It's so hot, what if you get heatstroke? What will this big family do without your sister-in-law?"

Madam Xue smiled and shook her head: "How could I be that important?"

"My sister-in-law is that important to me. Go back now, I'm about to argue with my mother, and it wouldn't be good if you heard us."

"Alright, if you need anything, have a servant come to me."

Lu Zhiyao escorted her eldest sister-in-law to the door and handed her to her servants. After watching them leave, she instructed the old woman she had brought with her: "Close the door. You two stay at the door and help guard it. Even if Father comes, tell him that I said no one is allowed to disturb me and Mother when we are talking."

"Yes."

She left Dongxue with two second-class maids to take Zining to play in the side hall, while she herself led Qiuju and two second-class maids into the main hall. There was no one there, nor were there any people in the two side rooms, not even the tea room. After passing through the main hall, she heard music and voices coming from the back hall.

The maidservant standing guard outside the door leaned leisurely against a pillar. She was about to scold someone when she saw them come in, but when she saw that it was the married sixth aunt, she smiled and came out to greet her: "Sixth aunt, you're back. The old lady was talking about you this morning."

Lu Zhiyao walked inside without saying a word, her face stern. The maid was startled and called out loudly, "Sixth Aunt is back."

The music inside stopped, the curtain was lifted, and two respectable-looking housekeepers came out first, smiling as they greeted her: "Sixth Aunt, you're back just in time. Piaoxue is playing the zither for the old lady, it sounds beautiful."

In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhiyao had entered the side hall, which was crowded with people. They greeted her with sweet words and pleasantries. The old lady, Madam Fan, stood up happily and pulled her daughter to sit beside her: "Yao'er, you look much better. The doctor your sister found is indeed a miracle worker."

"Mother, which one is Piaoxue?" Lu Zhiyao had already looked through everyone in the room and compared them with the original owner's memories. There were only two unfamiliar faces, both standing closest to the main seat, with a zither in front of one of them.

"Yes, she plays the piano very well. Let her play another cheerful piece so that my daughter and I can have some fun."

"No rush," Lu Zhiyao interrupted. "You're Piaoxue, right? Now that you've entered the courtyard of a noblewoman, you should at least show some courtesy. I didn't see you bow when I came in."

Piaoxue, a fair-skinned beauty, chuckled upon hearing this, "Sixth Aunt is too kind. This servant greets you!"

"Slap her in the face." Lu Zhiyao came back to her parents' home today to slap people in the face.

The old lady's servants looked at each other, and no one stepped forward. After a few seconds of hesitation, Qiuju stepped forward and slapped Lu Zhiyao. Lu Zhiyao nodded in satisfaction.

Old Madam Lu was somewhat bewildered, but no one was more important to her than her youngest daughter. She simply said, "Piaoxue, Yao'er said you didn't bow, so do it again. Why are you talking back?"

The girl named Piaoxue was glaring angrily at Qiuju, who had hit her, when she heard the old woman speak. Her eyes lit up, tears fell, and she knelt down gently, her voice soft and sweet: "It was my fault, I was wrong, please punish me, Sixth Aunt."

"Mother, it's only been a short time since I've been back, and the servants in the house can't be punished?" Lu Zhiyao pulled her hand away from his grasp, sat up straight, and questioned him stiffly.

"You can punish her, you can punish her however you want, just don't slap Piaoxue's face, or you'll hurt her..."

"Mother, how can you be getting more and more confused? This doesn't seem like a girl raised in a respectable family. Who recommended her to you? They should all be dragged out and beaten to death." Lu Zhiyao was furious, and her voice rose.

"Yao'er, my dear Yao'er, don't rush, your head will start to hurt soon."

"Then tell me, how did this thing get into the Lu family's backyard? Was it in the old lady's courtyard? If outsiders find out, what will become of the Lu family's reputation?"

"Yao'er, you can't talk to your mother like that." Although Old Madam Lu warned her daughter, her tone remained gentle: "She's the one I'm going to teach Yi-ge'er about manners."

"Mother, you don't know how to teach children, can't you just stay out of the younger generation's affairs?"

"Nonsense, how could I not know how to raise children? Which of my children is unsuccessful?"

"Mother, you gave birth to three children. Your older brother and sister were raised by your grandparents, but only I, only this good-for-nothing sixth young lady, was raised by you personally."

"Why are you so useless?"

"A sickly woman, no friends, can't keep her husband, and won't be liked by her in-laws." Lu Zhiyao showed no mercy when she spoke to herself.

Madam Lu was stunned, and tears streamed down her face: "Zhiyao, you're piercing your mother's heart, sob sob~"

Lu Zhiyao turned around and saw the expression on Piaoxue's face. She snorted coldly, grabbed a plate of snacks from the side, and threw it at her: "What kind of servant are you? You're having fun watching your master's misery, don't you want your eyes anymore?"

When the mother and daughter began to argue, the rest of the servants in the room knelt on the ground with their heads bowed.

Piaoxue was hit on the forehead by a porcelain plate and quickly lowered her head. Xiangyuan, who was much smarter than her, had already lowered her head. The person who brought the sisters in had analyzed the temperament of the Lu family's master, and they all had ways to deal with him. However, the person said that the sixth young lady was timid, not healthy, and not very bright, so there was no need to worry about her.

Is this cowardice?

Is he unwell? He throws the plates with great force.

Although Madam Lu was grieving, her first thought was to comfort her daughter: "Yao'er, let the servants do it! Why are you throwing things yourself? What if you hurt yourself?"

"Just seeing that vixen's face gives me a headache." Lu Zhiyao's tone softened. Dealing with such an old mother requires a balance of firmness and gentleness.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry. If you don't like it, I'll just send her away." The old lady coaxed her gently. Her daughter's headache was a problem she had since childhood. It would hurt if she caught a cold, got angry, or didn't sleep well. Once it started hurting, it would last for several days. At its worst, the pain was so bad that she couldn't eat anything.

"I'll deal with them myself," Lu Zhiyao said weakly, holding her head, completely lacking the fierceness she had shown when arguing with her mother.

"Citrus, also."

"Ouch, my head hurts."

"Alright, alright, they're just two maids."