High-class Spring Joy

I've heard that people who are blind have an unusually good sense of smell and hearing...

Qingyuan froze, not daring to breathe.

Madam Dou asked with concern, "Third Brother, is something wrong? There's a brazier in front of you; Chen Sha can hold you up without making a mistake. If you're worried, Third Brother, would you mind if your mother helped you?"

Interrupted, Chu Jingxian's expression returned to normal, and he was helped to step over the brazier: "It's alright, Mother, there's no need to worry."

As soon as Chu Jingxian left, Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but then she brought it up again when the nanny was selecting people to perform moxibustion.

Madam Dou, seated at the head of the table, smiled and said, "To ward off bad luck for Sanlang, we naturally need to choose someone with a good destiny. Qingyuan, you come here."

The sword hanging over her head still came down. Qingyuan took a deep breath and could only step forward and reply, "Yes, Madam."

Qingyuan took the lit dried mugwort from the old woman's hand.

The grayish-white smoke of mugwort rose in wisps. She steeled herself and stepped forward. The man's cold plum blossom scent forcefully cut through the mugwort aroma and went straight for Qingyuan's nose.

Just like that night, the dampness couldn't mask the scent of cold plum blossoms emanating from him...

"Come closer! Are you fumigating me with mugwort or with the young master?"

With a stern rebuke, the old woman forcefully pushed Qingyuan closer to Chu Jingxian.

The distance between her and Chu Jingxian was just a fist's width. His warm breath hit her forehead, and Qingyuan tensed up all over. She clutched the mugwort tightly, and the blessing chanted by the old woman in her ear could not drown out the sound of her heart pounding.

Calm down, calm down!!

With such a strong mugwort smell, there's no way he could smell her scent clearly!

After thinking it over, she heard Chu Jingxian ask, "Are you the Qingyuan that Mother spoke of?"

Qingyuan's hands trembled slightly as she held the mugwort: "Yes, Qingyuan from the Fifth Young Master's courtyard."

"So it was you," Chu Jingxian said.

After asking the question, he didn't say anything more.

A session of fumigating with mugwort, though not very long, was truly agonizing for Qingyuan.

Just as she was about to leave after finally finishing up, her wrist was suddenly gripped. She instinctively looked up and saw Chu Jingxian's handsome face looming large in front of her.

His features were deep and thin, his skin was pale and cold, a long white scarf covered his eyebrows and his thin lips were red. He had the appearance of a passionate and wanton man, but he also had a cold and aloof aura.

The scent of cold plum blossoms emanating from him was like a hook, forcefully drawing out the images buried deep in her mind!

A familiar, clear, and cool voice came from above:

"careful."

Qingyuan's thoughts were pulled back. When she saw that the mugwort in her hand was about to burn her hand, Chu Jingxian grabbed it, and the mugwort in her hand fell to the ground.

She reacted as if burned, quickly taking two steps back: "This servant thanks you, young master."

"Get up, no need to thank me." Chu Jingxian's thin lips parted slightly: "From now on, you should address me as 'elder brother' like your fifth brother."

Behind her were all the maids and servants of the Marquis of Zhenguo's mansion, and in front of her sat Madam Dou in the main seat, surrounded by nannies. All eyes were on Qingyuan.

The figure of Chu Jingxian in front of her overlapped directly with the man in her nightmare. Only she knew how ferocious the seemingly aloof and abstinent third young master of the Marquis's mansion was when he went mad.

Brother!

Those two simple words struck Qingyuan's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving her momentarily at a loss and flustered.

Madam Dou's laughter came from the main seat: "Alright, alright, everyone, go down. I want to have a good talk with Sanlang."

Having received the pardon, Qingyuan disappeared in a flash, completely unaware of the cold gaze that Madam Dou was giving her.

-

Qingyuan ran back to the courtyard, fetched a basin of cold water, washed her face, and tried to calm herself down.

Chu Jingxian is back…

The person who sent Qingyuan to the death row to bear a son for Chu Jingxian was none other than the nanny by Madam Dou's side, something Madam Dou should have known.

Madam Dou had indeed bought her to be Chu Jingyu's child bride to bring him good luck, and they had agreed to marry her in the future. However, Chu Jingyu gradually recovered and is now skilled in both literature and martial arts, and comes from a very noble family. Naturally, Madam Dou was unwilling to let her marry Chu Jingyu again.

But why did Madam Dou insist on having her fumigate the Third Young Master with moxa today?

That's it.

In the grand mansions of the wealthy, there is nothing but scheming and strife; how could she possibly understand it?

No, I must save up enough money to redeem myself as quickly as possible and live a peaceful life outside the mansion.

-

That morning, it was already past the time when Chu Jingyu got up.

Qingyuan didn't dare to delay and took a basin of hot water to Chu Jingyu's room.

As soon as I reached the door, I was knocked off my feet by a tall figure who suddenly walked out. The basin slipped from my hand, and hot water spilled all over the floor.

"Where did this lackey come from, daring to block my way?"

Chu Jingyu's cold and angry voice exploded, followed by a kick.

Qingyuan winced in pain, her face contorting in pain.

She couldn't do it anymore; she didn't want to live that kind of life of serving others even for another day.

Just bear with it a little longer, just bear with it a little longer.

She steadied herself, knelt on the ground, cursing inwardly but showing no sign on her face: "It was my carelessness that offended you, young master. Please forgive me."

Upon hearing this, Chu Jingyu realized it was Qing Yuan. His expression softened immediately, and he reached out to help her up. "Ah Yuan, I didn't know it was you. I didn't mean to hurt you. Does it hurt?"

As he spoke, Chu Jingyu went to check her arm.

Qingyuan took a half step back: "This servant is alright."

Chu Jingyu looked at his hand hanging in mid-air and subconsciously frowned, knowing that she must be sulking. He deliberately softened his tone: "A-Yuan, don't be sulking. You know how I treat you. You are different from others."

Qingyuan lowered her eyes meekly: "This servant is not angry with the young master."

Chu Jingyu may treat her differently, but that's all.

Her original name was Qinghe. On the first day she was sent to Chu Jingyu's courtyard, he said, "This name is not good. It sounds lowly. Let's change it to Qingyuan. I like it."

In other people's eyes, for a maid to be given a name by a young master is probably the greatest honor.

Qingyuan... Qingyuan, she was actually a bird he kept, which he could summon and dismiss at will.

Even though I took care of him wholeheartedly for ten years, I would only tease him a little when I was happy, and kick him aside when I was unhappy.

She wasn't being stubborn; she just didn't want to be the bird he kept anymore.

Her name is Qinghe, not Qingyuan!

Chu Jingyu looked at her; she seemed obedient, but her feigned calmness clearly betrayed her sulking. He was about to say something more when the maidservant beside him reminded him, "Young master, our young lady is still waiting."

Yes.

Qingge was still waiting. Unlike Ayuan, she was always weak and couldn't stand the wind, so she couldn't keep her waiting.

Chu Jingyu suddenly became anxious and lost patience with Qingyuan, so he simply said:

"Go back and apply your medicine first. I have things to do today, so you don't need to help me get up. It was my fault for not being careful today. Just tell me what medicine you need, but that's just my nature. I can't say nice things to coax you. If you want to be angry, then be angry."

It's the same thing again.