My husband faked his death so I could remarry, but I got involved with my crazy brother and can'

Su Zhirou had been ill for several days, and the courtyard was filled with servants from the mansion.

"What's wrong with this lady? Her monthly salary is seven days late, why hasn't it been paid yet?"

"Don't you know? Madam was an unsophisticated concubine's daughter who had never seen the world before. I heard that the steward squandered all the money the very next day. Where is there any money left in the Duke's mansion's accounts now?"

"What? What about our monthly wages? I heard that Chaoyang Garden has already distributed monthly allowances and even received bonuses. Second Madam is so kind; I should have gone to work in her courtyard."

"What nonsense are you spouting? The lady has only been ill for a few days, and you all want to turn the world upside down?!" Dong Rong reprimanded upon hearing this.

Everyone fell silent instantly, but one bold person still dared to ask:

"When exactly will the money be paid? My parents are counting on this month's money for their medical treatment!"

"Yes, we look forward to payday every month so we can relax. If you paid us earlier, would we be able to say that?"

"That's right, when exactly will the money be paid? When the old lady was in charge of the household, the money was always paid in advance every month. Why is it that now it's not only not paid in advance, but it's been delayed for so long? Does the eldest madam even know how to manage a household?!"

"What's going on?! You're trying to disrespect the First Madam?"

Dong Rong's face was gloomy.

"We also want to respect the Madam, but we are human beings too, and we need money to live! If our families weren't so poor, why would we sell ourselves into servitude?"

"Yes, all we want is our monthly allowance, what's wrong with that?!"

Before Dongrong could say anything more, Dongxue came out with a bag of silver: "Madam said that the monthly allowance will be distributed now. If anyone dares to say anything more, it will be deducted!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent instantly.

The servants took the silver and left happily.

Su Zhirou watched the departing figures of the group, a flash of displeasure in her eyes: "A bunch of worthless bastards! It's just that my monthly allowance is a few days late, and they treat me like this."

She's sick now, and she's been very busy lately. Can't you be a little more understanding of her?

None of them are easy to deal with!

"Madam, please take care of yourself and don't worry," Dong Rong comforted her.

"Yes, Madam, the monthly allowance has already been distributed, and everyone has left. We..."

Dongxue wanted to ask when their monthly allowance would be paid, but Su Zhirou started coughing violently: "Cough cough cough!"

"That damned bitch! She made me so sick, I'll never let her get away with this!"

"By the way, what did you say?"

Su Zhirou looked at Dongxue, who was about to speak again: "Our monthly allowance..."

Su Zhirou's face instantly darkened: "Dongxue, you've been with me since you were little. They're ignorant, but aren't you too? Don't you know I don't have much money right now? That bitch almost emptied my dowry, and I just spent several hundred taels more. I don't know how we'll survive next month. Instead of comforting me, you're thinking about getting your own money back?"

"You've disappointed me so much!"

Su Zhirou's words were extremely harsh, as if Dongxue had committed some heinous crime.

Dongxue's eyes reddened, and she hurriedly knelt down: "Madam, if my younger sister hadn't been seriously ill, I would never have asked for this! My sister is waiting for my monthly allowance to buy medicine. I'm just asking for what's rightfully mine! Please, Madam, have mercy and save my sister!"

She never imagined that following Su Zhirou would lead to such a fate.

She only gets three taels of silver a month, which is less than the first-class maids in high-class mansions. How come she can't even get those three taels of silver now?

"unlucky!"

Su Zhirou frowned and tossed Dongxue a tael of silver: "Take this tael of silver to buy medicine. The rest, I'll give it to you when I have more money."

Dongxue wanted to say that it wasn't enough, but seeing Su Zhirou's displeased expression, she didn't say anything more.

"Thank you, Madam."

Dongxue took the silver from the ground and stumbled out of the house.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Su Zhirou's eyes.

Dong Rong hurriedly spoke up: "Madam, please don't be angry. You still have me. I will always side with you, Madam..."

"Here you are, since you have pledged your loyalty to me, I will not treat you unfairly. This is your monthly allowance."

Su Zhirou tossed a bag of silver to Dong Rong, who smiled brightly and said, "Thank you, Madam..."

With Su Zhirou falling ill, Su Yingxue had much less to do.

It's been a while since I've seen Xie Huaiyun.

I heard that he imprisoned the woman for three years and gave her fifty lashes as a warning to others.

"Go, take some gifts, let's go thank the young master. If it weren't for him, Su Zhirou wouldn't have given the money so readily this time."

Su Yingxue wore a smug smile, like a cunning little fox.

"Madam, the gifts we sent before have all been returned. Are we going to send them again this time?" Xia Zhi asked, her eyes filled with doubt.

Qiu Ye chimed in, "Yes, the young master grew up in a wealthy family, so these mundane things probably wouldn't catch his eye. Madam, why don't we send some thoughtful gifts? Perhaps then the young master will sense your sincerity?"

"Yeah, how come I didn't think of that?"

Su Yingxue's eyes brightened slightly: "Then what do you think I should give her?"

"Hmm... a purse? Or shoes and socks? Clothes?" Qiuye counted.

Su Yingxue frowned slightly: "He wouldn't even look at something like this?"

"Madam, these are all tokens of our affection. How could you possibly look down on them?" Qiu Ye advised, "Now that you are the Crown Prince's person, giving you personal items will show our intimacy."

Su Yingxue hesitated slightly, looked at the person in front of her, and then her gaze fell on the purse in the sewing basket by the window: "Then give this."

"Madam, this is something I ruined while embroidering. How can I give it to the young master? Besides, it would be safer if you embroidered it yourself, Madam." Xia Zhi stepped forward and grabbed the ruined purse behind her back.

"You know I have no embroidery skills. Hurry up and bring it over; only the ruined pieces will show that it was embroidered by me."

As Su Yingxue spoke, she raised her hand, her expression darkening: "Hmm?"

"Alright... Madam, please don't tell the young master that this was embroidered by your servant..."

Summer Solstice: Facing death with equanimity.

Su Yingxue smiled and handed the needle to Qiuye: "Make the stitches thicker and send it to the young master. Tell him to thank him for helping me."

"yes!"

Qiuye took the purse, casually altered a few stitches, and then led a large group of people to Mucangyuan.

"You're saying this was given to me by her? Are you sure?"

The man's hand holding the purse trembled slightly.

This was the first time he had received a personal gift from her.

He felt his heart pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.