High-class Spring Joy

Ciming Hospital.

"Madam, I have already checked them all."

Granny Tang went up and told the old lady everything she had seen in the back garden.

This morning I heard that the Fifth Young Master had driven the Second Miss Jiang out of the Marquis's Mansion. In this Marquis's Mansion, no major event, no matter how small, can escape the watchful eyes of the Old Madam and the several nannies around her.

The old lady was holding a peach blossom branch in her hand and a delicate pair of scissors in her left. On the table in front of her was a very beautiful celadon vase with blue floral patterns.

What do you think?

When she asked this question, the old lady's face was expressionless and her eyes were fixed on the peach blossoms she was picking and choosing in her hands, as if she was just asking Granny Tang for her opinion on flower arranging.

Granny Tang was a maid who came with the old lady as part of her dowry. After so many years, she had become a nanny. In front of the old lady, she was practically a sister, so naturally there was nothing she dared not say. On the contrary, her words carried a lot of weight.

This is why the maids and servants in the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion were all afraid of Granny Tang.

"In my opinion, this flower seems to be blooming a bit too vigorously. If it continues to be so proud, it might absorb all the water in this vase, which would only detract from the scenery of our room and annoy the old lady's eyes. That would not be good. Perhaps the old lady could prune it, so that this flower will know its place."

"I originally transplanted another plant because I noticed that the plant in the yard was growing too vigorously and taking away all the nutrients from the soil. I thought that although the other one wouldn't completely overwhelm the first one, it would at least be on par with it. Who knew that in just a month, even the plant we brought in is being suppressed by the one that was originally in the yard. It seems that it is also useless."

The old lady shook her head and sighed, as if lamenting that the peach blossom beside her was not quite satisfactory.

"Why don't I go and give it a good thrashing? The other flower is a minor matter, but the soil in our courtyard absolutely cannot be damaged in the slightest."

"That's what Granny Tang said."

"What's the rush? In this situation, how could we possibly make a move? No matter how strong she is, she's just a pretty but useless flower. Even if she's favored by the people in our yard, her pistils have long since fallen to another patch of soil. Because of this matter, we're not worried that the people in our yard will be devoted to this flower."

After saying this, the old lady placed the flower branch in the vase and sighed, "Beautiful as it may be, someone else beat me to it, so it won't amount to anything. I can ignore these matters, but he must participate in next year's imperial examination. Give the order that all the maids and servants in the Fifth Young Master's courtyard be on high alert. If anyone ruins my son's future, that would be truly unforgivable."

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The next day, Qingyuan prepared some food and brought it to Jinxiu Manor.

As soon as they entered Jinxiu Manor, they ran into Chen Sha.

When Chen Sha saw her, his eyes lit up, and he went up to her and took the food box from her hands:

"Miss Qingyuan, your scallion oil chicken is really delicious."

Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat: "If it's delicious, then eat more. You've helped me a lot lately. Young Master, he..."

"Young Master ate some too, and he really liked it. He even said it tasted very similar to the scallion oil chicken he was looking for in his memory. But he said he seems to have started liking poached chicken again lately."

Qingyuan frowned in confusion. Scallion oil chicken? Boiled chicken? What does all this mean?

Qingyuan looked at the serious expression on the person in front of her and said, "Then I'll trouble the kitchen."

An hour later, Qingyuan brought the bowl of poached chicken to Chu Jingxian's study.

As soon as Qingyuan approached, Chu Jingxian heard footsteps. Everyone's footsteps are different, and identifying people by their footsteps was not difficult at all for Chu Jingxian, who had been blind for more than ten years.

As soon as Qingyuan stepped over the threshold, she saw Chu Jingxian roll his wheelchair to the table: "I'm sorry to trouble you to bring me food again. You don't have to make it yourself every time."

Does she really not need to do it herself?

But Qingyuan looked at Chu Jingxian and saw that he seemed... he seemed hungry.

"Young master, there's no need to worry. I haven't had much work lately, so I've been able to find the time to make these dishes. It's not much trouble at all. Besides these, I can't think of anything else I can do for you right now. If you can't even accept this small token of my appreciation, then I really won't dare to ask you for help in the future."

As Qingyuan spoke, she brought out the food she had prepared one by one. At this moment, Chu Jingxian said:

"Did you do this for your fifth brother before?"

Qingyuan paused, not quite understanding why Chu Jingxian would ask such a question: "This servant..."

She wanted to tell the truth, but didn't know where to begin.

You can't exactly say that you have such great cooking skills because Chu Jingyu is a picky eater, can you?

Although Qingyuan didn't say it, Chu Jingxian already knew the answer, and his words became increasingly strange: "It's my question that's a bit strange. You've been together day and night for so many years, and you're so devoted to Fifth Brother, how come you haven't done anything for him? I really envy Fifth Brother."

"Your cooking is so delicious that I can't help but praise you. I imagine Fifth Brother often praises you, right? Just like your embroidery, it's so beautiful. I wish I could wear it every day. I think Fifth Brother feels the same way."

Qingyuan paused as she put down the poached chicken.

Qingyuan could only say that everything Chu Jingxian said was wrong, or even completely the opposite.

Chu Jingyu would never praise her cooking; he would only think it was what she was supposed to do, and the evaluation he received was "acceptable."

As for the purse and belt that Qingyuan gave to Chu Jingyu, Chu Jingyu used to wear them, but now he probably wouldn't even want to look at them.

Qingyuan smiled and said, "Young Master, you flatter me. The Fifth Young Master is far inferior to you."

After Qingyuan finished speaking, she saw Chu Jingxian frown, seemingly surprised: "Your cooking is so delicious, doesn't he praise you? Your embroidery is so beautiful, doesn't he praise you?"

Qing Yuan was speechless. She felt that something was off about the Third Young Master today, but listening to his words, she felt even more disgusted with Chu Jingyu. She couldn't help but retort irritably:

"How could someone like him praise others? It's a miracle he doesn't insult people with his mouth."

"Tsk."

Chu Jingxian clicked his tongue, his expression one of disappointment: "Ah Yuan, how could Fifth Brother be such a good girl... If it were me, I would want to wear the purse you gave me all over my body, and I would only hope to make Ah Yuan's cooking every day. But I don't realize that I would feel sorry for Ah Yuan if she got tired."

Qingyuan was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

What did the Third Young Master call her just now?

阿…

Ah Yuan?

Ah Yuan, you're such a wonderful girl!

Is she possessed by an evil spirit, or is the Third Young Master possessed by an evil spirit?