High-class Spring Joy

Jiang Qingyun trampled on the embroidered portrait, then turned to look at Qingyuan triumphantly, only to find that she did not see the heartbroken cries she had expected.

Qingyuan simply looked at her calmly, without the slightest anger, and even with a hint of cold laughter.

laugh? !

She clearly destroyed and even insulted the portrait of her closest relative, yet this lowly servant woman can still laugh?!

Looking at Qingyuan's smile, Jiang Qingyun's initial delight was replaced by unease.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Qingyuan didn't answer her question, but only said, "Hongdou, go and inform the old lady!"

"Okay, sister!"

Hongdou got up and was about to run out.

Jiang Qingyun hadn't expected that Qingyuan and her two lowly maids would dare to resist. She raised her hand and lashed out at Hongdou with her whip: "You lowly maid! You dare to try!"

Just as the whip was about to strike Hongdou, it was unexpectedly caught by Qingyuan!

"Miss Jiang, this is the Zhenguo Marquis's residence, not your Dali Temple Minister's residence. Even if there is a mistake, shouldn't it be the master of the Zhenguo Marquis's residence who disciplines him?"

Qingyuan had tried to grab him like this last time, but Chu Jingyu interrupted her. This time, she wouldn't miss the chance.

"You dare to lecture me?! Even so, so what? Do you think Brother Jingyu and the Old Madam would punish me for your shameful embroidered portrait?!"

Jiang Qingyun suddenly yanked the whip, trying to pull it out of Qingyuan's hand, but the whip rubbed against Qingyuan's palm, breaking her skin and drawing blood, yet she didn't let go.

Instead, with a forceful pull, Jiang Qingyun stumbled and fell to the ground, even loosening the whip.

Qingyuan looked at her calmly: "If even the portrait of the Marquis of Zhenguo is not presentable, then I don't know whose portrait is respectable. Yours, Miss Jiang's?"

As they spoke, Qingyuan and Hongdou exchanged a glance.

Hongdou immediately understood. She got up and, taking advantage of Lüzhi's inattention, ran out, shouting as she ran towards the old lady's courtyard:

"Help! The second young lady of the Jiang family is killing us! The second young lady of the Jiang family has torn up the portrait of the old Marquis! Help! Jiang Qingyun, the second young lady of the Dali Temple Minister's family, has torn up the portrait of the old Marquis!"

Her shout reached most of the Marquis's mansion, and the news spread like wildfire, even reaching outside the mansion.

"How is that possible..."

Jiang Qingyun sat on the ground, glaring at Qingyuan with uncontrollable rage: "Impossible! It absolutely cannot be the portrait of the Marquis of Zhenguo! What right do you, a lowly servant, have to embroider the portrait of the Marquis of Zhenguo?!"

"Whether someone is qualified or not is not up to Miss Jiang to decide."

Qingyuan floated lightly down the ground.

At Hongdou's call, Granny Tang, who was by Madam Dou's side, arrived with her maids.

Upon seeing Granny Tang and the others, Jiang Qingyun finally realized that she had probably caused trouble.

"What happened?"

As soon as Granny Tang entered, her fierce yet cowardly gaze fell upon Qing Yuan.

Qingyuan recounted the events in detail, her eyes reddening as she spoke: "Granny, I truly don't know what I did wrong to upset Miss Jiang so much. Whatever I did wrong, Miss, I'll accept any beatings or scoldings without complaint. But why treat the old Marquis's portrait like this?! Miss, you can torment me however you like, but please spare the old Marquis's portrait! I may be lowly as you say, but the old Marquis is of such noble status..."

Qingyuan burst into tears during this conversation.

Given the mess in the room and the unfinished portrait of the old Marquis at Jiang Qingyun's feet, Granny Tang and the others immediately understood what was going on.

With a livid face, Granny Tang ordered her servants to pick up the embroidered portrait of the old Marquis. She looked at Jiang Qingyun with icy eyes: "Second Miss Jiang, will you go to the Madam's courtyard to receive your punishment yourself, or will we have to escort you there?!"

Jiang Qingyun's face turned pale and then red, and she had no choice but to follow Granny Tang.

After finally cleaning up the mess, Qingyuan quickly took out the ointment and applied it to Hongdou: "Three times a day, you can't miss a single one, otherwise it will easily leave a scar."

This ointment works quite well. When Qingyuan was beaten by Chu Jingyu before, she used it frequently and didn't have any scars.

The only thing left were the scars on her wrist from when she drew blood from Chu Jingyu. Back then, the old wounds hadn't even scabbed over yet, and she had to rush to cut them to draw blood. Even if a celestial being came, those scars wouldn't disappear.

"Sister, do you think the old lady will really punish Miss Jiang this time? After all, it's not like she hasn't tried before."

Hongdou looked up and asked her.

"It's only been two years since the old Marquis passed away, and now someone dares to insult his portrait. Plus, your shouts were really loud; the surrounding people probably heard them. If Madam continues to indulge Jiang Qingyun, wouldn't she be ruining the prestige of the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion?"

Qingyuan smiled and said, "So, you deserve the most credit."

Qingyuan's guess was correct. The old lady didn't care about her own life, but she could never be indifferent to the old Marquis and the Zhenguo Marquis's Mansion.

The next day, as Qingyuan got up to help Chu Jingyu rise, she overheard the maids and servants talking in the back garden:

"Tsk, you didn't see it! The old Marquis's portrait was torn to shreds! The old lady was furious for the first time ever. Last night, the second young lady of the Jiang family was forced to kneel outside the ancestral hall for three days and three nights without food. She's still kneeling there now!"

"More than that. Madam and the old Marquis have always been very close. Madam originally wanted to kick Miss Jiang out and send her back to the Dali Temple Minister's residence. It seems that it was only after the Fifth Young Master and Miss Jiang pleaded with the old madam for a long time that Madam reluctantly allowed her to stay."

"Alright, alright, stop talking. If we don't get rid of all the moss on this shore today, none of us will have a good time."

Qingyuan was not surprised. No one knew better than her how much Chu Jingyu loved Jiang Qingge, and naturally, he loved Jiang Qingyun as well.

But this lake...

Looking at the lake, which had become completely dry overnight, Qingyuan casually pulled aside a maid and asked, "What are you all doing? Which master has given orders?"

"The Third Young Master said the moss by the lake was too thick, and he almost slipped several times, so he ordered people to drain the water overnight and have us remove the moss!"

Qingyuan took two steps before she remembered, but... wasn't it usually Chen Sha's group of guards who pushed the wooden wheelchair?

How could he slip while he was sitting?

Crimson Cloud Garden.

Chu Jingxian was listening to Zheji read the account book.

He couldn't see, so he had Zheji read the ledgers and letters aloud while he processed them.

Soon, Chen Sha rushed in and presented the items to Chu Jingxian:

"Young master, Miss Qingyuan's purse has been found!"