Cui Yu was also as domineering as the master, picking up the lotus seed soup, poured it into the bowl, and prepared to leave.
"Hold on." Hongye just walked in: "The eldest lady said that I didn't have a good dinner, so I must eat lotus seed soup first."
"Second Miss didn't eat dinner." Cui Yu looked at Hongye very uncomfortably now, and his tone was still bad. After all, Aunt Zhao was not punished, and it was the same as usual.
"Miss Cuiyu, this is indeed Missy's. Today, the butler ordered it to be sent to Missy's side first." A burning girl also stood up and said timidly.
"You all know who is the real lady." Cui Yu couldn't accept it. These people even dared not follow her.
"At least the eldest lady is a prostitute, and your master is just a concubine." Hongye was angry, and said loudly, "I don't even have a name for self-knowledge. If it were me, I would have no face to come out to see people."
While talking, he grabbed the soup bowl in Cuiyu's hand and smiled: "But, thank you for helping me wrap it up."
The red leaf swaggered out, leaving Cuiyu gritted his teeth and stomped straight, and could only take the second bowl of lotus soup.
After hearing Cui Yu's words, An Si, who was already full of anger, became even more mad. She wanted to throw away the lotus soup, but was hungry and could only eat it bitterly.
Not long after, An Xia brought a bowl of lotus soup and came to Ansi's yard in person.
There was even a smile on his face: "Second sister, I'm here to accompany me, because Hongye is ignorant."
On the side, Hong Ye lowered his head, looking aggrieved.
"Hongye, don't hurry to apologize to the second lady, this lotus seed soup is originally the second sister, how can you grab it." An Xia stared at Hongye again, and then looked at An Si cautiously.
Such An Xia is no different from usual, without the aggressiveness and shrewdness of the morning.
An Si and Chi Cuiyu looked at each other, no doubt about it, An Xia's position in this mansion was not as good as An Si's.
"Second lady, the slave girl knows that she was wrong, please second lady punish it." Hongye also said in a regular manner, her voice still choked.
An Si took a sigh of relief, raised her head, and stared at An Xia: "Sister, if a minion did something wrong, I don’t care, but if you do that in the morning, my reputation is ruined. How to calculate the account?"
"I will clarify for you." An Xia looked timid and weak: "A young lady from each family will attend the banquet at the Hou Yefu at the beginning of the next month. I will explain it to you by then."
Such An Xia made An Siti's heart relieved, and she also felt that An Xia in the morning was forced to do so.
I made a small calculation in my heart. After An Xia explained, everything would return to its original state. Then, the crown prince must not belong to An Xia.
He even relaxed his vigilance and forgot Aunt Zhao's words behind her ears.
"So, I don't care about it." An Si nodded in satisfaction. She was raised by Aunt Zhao so well, she seemed to know that she was arrogant and unreasonable.
"Thank you, second sister, and please don't embarrass my mother. Also, I will inform Huofang. Starting tomorrow, the first bowl of lotus soup will be delivered to the second sister first." An Xia responded very cooperatively, boldly. Little fearful look.
"It should have been sent here first." An Si didn't realize it. After all, An Xia has been like this for many years.
An Xia and Hong Ye cautiously walked out of An Si's yard. In the room, An Si and Cui Yu had regained their domineering masters.
"Miss, what's in that bowl of soup?" Hong Ye's humble face disappeared, and he asked with a puzzled look.
"Safflower." An Xia sneered, never expected that Aunt Zhao was so vicious. Of course, it is not something ordinary people can do to let Po Li to poison herself and throw herself into the grave.
In this way, putting some safflower in the meal is nothing.
But now, An Xia sold these safflowers to An Si. She must be very happy to eat.
From that day on, Huofang still gave An Si lotus seed soup first, but Aunt Zhao didn’t know about it, and An Si didn’t know that the reason An Xia gave in was to act in a play and devise a conspiracy. If not, , How can she send the safflower smoothly into Ansi's yard.
This can't be blamed on her being cruel, An Xia, she can only blame her Auntie Zhao for wanting too much and calculating too cruelly.
However, this is not enough.
At the dawn of the next day, An Xia and Hong Ye changed their outfits and quietly exited the Anfu through the back door.
I don't want to be stopped by someone just out of Anfu.
When I looked up, I saw the familiar man in front of me. It was the man who sent herself back to An's house in the graveyard that day. An Xia slapped her backhand without even thinking about it. She didn't even ask him to settle the account. It was delivered automatically.
The man turned sideways, but smiled, and the face of the attendant on the side changed drastically: "Bold, do you know who our son is?"
"It doesn't matter who you are, I will hit you as well." An Xia was muffled and annoyed.
The man was still smiling, with handsome features and a face like a jade crown. At this time, it was dawn, but he was really seen. His face was too pale, and he was obviously seriously ill. At this time, he waved his hand to his attendant and signaled him not to be embarrassed. An Xia.
"Did you not send you back to your house on the day you were still angry!" The man was not annoyed, and just looked at An Xia with a smile, with some appreciation in his eyes.
"A gentleman said, it’s hard to chase a horse. You clearly agreed, but you didn’t do it. So I promised you not to do anything." An Xia came out to buy medicine. In this mansion, she doesn’t trust anyone. A little girl in Hongye was afraid that it would be impossible, so An Xia could only come forward in person.
"Ms. Ann doesn't want to know, which medical officer prescribed Mrs. Ann's prescription?" The man's complexion remained the same, making it impossible to see his emotions, as if it had never changed.
Just standing there, calmly, dressed in white, with a hint of immortality, looking directly at An Xia. </p>
