High-class Spring Joy

Indeed, no matter how exquisite or precious the purse is, any piece of jade adorning it can fetch a good price.

Such a purse, let alone buying or wearing it, even just looking at it, Qingyuan had only ever seen on the bodies of young ladies from noble families before.

Now that she was actually standing in front of her, Qingyuan felt a sense of unreality.

Seeing that Qingyuan was just standing in front of the group of servants, watching without speaking or making a choice, Chu Jingyu immediately concluded that she was sulking.

He could never forget the heartbreaking sight of Qingyuan that day, her eyes red and filled with tears.

He softened even more: "Ah Yuan, I know you care about those purses. These purses were specially ordered by me to find them. The patterns are all your favorite mimosa flowers, and the colors are also your favorite. I even hired different embroiderers to embroider them using different techniques. In terms of silver, which one isn't more valuable than your original one? I know you miss your sister, but your sister has been dead for three years. You should let go of her. You can't spend your whole life guarding your sister's belongings. If you become an old maid, I won't want you anymore!"

lay down?

Qingyuan thought he was simply unreasonable.

The three years since her sister left felt longer to Qingyuan than the previous ten years.

In the past, when she returned home every month, her older sister would wait for her at the village entrance with her younger brother, listening to her complain about the Marquis's mansion. At that time, Qingyuan still thought of herself as a little girl.

No matter what, I have my older sister to protect me and support me.

The day her sister had the accident, her body was wrapped in a bamboo mat and thrown home. Qingyuan's hands were trembling when she changed her sister's burial clothes.

In the afternoon, Li, the mother, couldn't get her money back at the casino and had her finger chopped off. She fainted from the pain and was barely alive when she was taken home.

Even though she was only fifteen years old at the time, so what?

After comforting her two younger brothers, finding a doctor to examine Li Shi, getting medicine and preparing it, changing her burial clothes, choosing a burial site, digging the grave, and burying her, all of this happened in just one day.

She chose her sister's favorite light blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) as her burial garment, since burial garments in this world are either white or black.

Qingyuan thought that people like them, who had no power or influence, could not decide their own life or death, but they should at least be able to decide what color clothes they would wear when they died.

No one in this world will have feelings for a mound of yellow earth unless they built it themselves.

She can't let go, she'll never be able to let go.

Qingyuan knew that if Chu Jingyu wanted to find him, he wouldn't be unable to.

Chu Jingyu told her to let go, but in his heart, that purse was not worth him sending people to search for in the lake.

He stood up, went to Qingyuan, and reached out to put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

Unexpectedly, Qingyuan dodged extremely quickly, as if she were avoiding some kind of plague.

Chu Jingyu frowned immediately. Seeing her calm expression, without any sign of emotion or even anger, his tone naturally turned cold: "A-Yuan, you have always been the most sensible and understanding. What happened yesterday was an accident, and Yun'er already knows she was wrong. She even took the servant to the lakeside last night to help you find the purse. I have done my best to find it for you. If you insist on being stubborn, then so be it."

Look, he's speaking human language?

Jiang Qingyun wasn't looking for her purse at all; she was looking for something to use against her so she could torment her to death in one fell swoop!

Qingyuan had no interest in arguing with him about who was right and who was wrong; she simply looked at the purse.

"I am deeply flattered by your kindness, young master. Since you insist, I can only accept it all to repay your kindness!"

Qingyuan accepted it with a smile.

She wasn't from a wealthy family, and she didn't have much backbone.

She was indeed saddened and genuinely believed that no purse in the world could compare to the one her sister had given her, but she needed money to redeem herself, and of course she couldn't turn down money.

Chu Jingyu seemed to have expected this, revealing a look of "I knew it," and was very pleased with her thoughtfulness. He waved his hand and said, "Send them all to A Yuan's room."

As soon as the group of servants delivering the purses stepped out of the house and reached the courtyard gate, they bumped into the two sisters, Jiang Qingge and Jiang Qingyun.

"Greetings to both Miss Jiangs."

Jiang Qingyun glanced at them, walked straight to them, picked up the purses to examine them, and said, "Sister, look, these purses are so exquisite! The embroidery is of the highest quality, completely different from ordinary purses. You must have searched for a long time to find them, right?"

Jiang Qingge's gaze fell on the purse on the tray, and she couldn't help but take a second look: "It's indeed quite exquisite, but where did it come from?"

The head servant replied, "Reporting to the two Misses Jiang, it was the young master who instructed us to search for them yesterday. You are right, we sent out dozens of servants and searched all over Bianjing City before we found them."

"Why go to all this trouble, Ah Jing? Is there something important you need to do?" Jiang Qingge asked.

Before the servant could speak, Jiang Qingyun confidently interjected, "Sister, is there even a need to guess? It must be because that lowly maid offended you yesterday, and Brother Jingyu went to such lengths to find it to make you happy. Think about it, this purse is clearly a girl's item. The only girl Brother Jingyu would value so much is you, sister. And it's a mimosa flower, a mimosa, a mimosa..."

Jiang Qingyun's words were as sweet as honey, and Jiang Qingge's cheeks flushed slightly. She held up her fan as if to tap Jiang Qingyun's head, saying, "You! You're becoming more and more tactless with your words."

After saying that, Jiang Qingge looked at the servants and smiled, "Thank you all for your trouble. Once we get to Baiyun Courtyard, you can go to my personal maid Hongyue to collect some reward money."

Baiyun Courtyard is one of the guest residences of the Zhenguo Marquis's Mansion, where the two sisters, Jiang Qingge and Jiang Qingyun, are temporarily staying.

As Jiang Qingge spoke, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. However, she then noticed that the servants exchanged glances and remained silent, stammering.

"What? Is there anything else?"

Jiang Qingge asked.

The servants looked troubled. After hesitating for a moment, the leader finally forced a smile and said, "Miss Jiang, these... these purses aren't for Baiyun Courtyard. The young master instructed that they were to be sent there..."

"What?!" Jiang Qingyun's expression changed drastically. "Tell me quickly, where is Brother Jingyu going to send these purses, and to whom?!"

Jiang Qingge's gaze turned cold, and the smile on her face vanished, though she tried her best to maintain her usual faint smile.

The servant swallowed hard and said, "Yes...it's to be sent to Miss Qingyuan's room."

"How could she have been sent to that lowly maid's room? She's just a servant! You must have made a mistake!"

Jiang Qingyun questioned angrily, "Brother Jingyu clearly only has Sister in his heart. Brother Jingyu said yesterday that no one is more important than Sister! You must be mistaken! Qingyuan is just a servant girl, how dare she be worthy of him?"