Chapter Eleven: Thoughts of the Heart

  And then Mrs. Feng was summoned by Lady Lin into Xiangyun's courtyard for a detailed conversation.

  Several little maids in uniform, wearing light purple jackets, sat under the corridor, sewing shoe soles, occasionally whispering to each other. The senior maid, Qing Dai, stood guard outside the house, but the maids didn't discuss anything improper, so she simply ignored them and started cracking melon seeds on her own.

  Inside the east wing, Lin Shi gritted her teeth and smiled: "What heavenly maiden, since she's so self-assured, playing this kind of trick with us. If we don't make a complete fool of her, it would be a waste of such a good opportunity!"

  "What did you mean by that?" Feng's mother raised her head and looked at Lin Shi.

  Lin beckoned and signaled to Feng's mother, who leaned in close, her ear pressed against Lin's. After a brief whisper, Feng's mother's eyes narrowed slightly, her face stiffening.

  Lin saw that Mrs. Feng had no reaction for a long time, with a strange expression, as if smiling but not quite, and said: "Can't you even do this? That's getting more and more out of hand, in the future, how can I rest assured to let you manage all the household chores in the inner courtyard?"

  Madam Feng's face turned red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head, saying: "This old servant is ashamed, I will definitely not bring shame to the lady!"

  "Very well!" Mr. Lin's smile was reined in, and he pressed his temples with his hand, saying: "Go make the arrangements!"

  Mrs. Feng didn't dare to linger and hastily paid her respects before retreating.

  The beaded curtain swayed, and Lin's family leaned slantingly on the low couch, revealing a hint of a smile that was neither salty nor bland: "Tian Nu? You really dare to say it. I don't care if you were really stupid or pretending to be stupid in the past. After hiding for so many years, you actually wanted to use the Tian Nu flag to stir up trouble and make a big fuss. It's truly ridiculous!"

  The next day, Song Niang brought her son Rong Ge to Xiang Rong Yuan to pay respects to Lin Shi. She saw that the senior maid Qing Dai was helping Lin Shi change clothes and only then did she learn that Lin Shi was going to Qing Feng Yuan.

  "Madam, are you going over there to visit Third Daughter?" Song Niang asked with a hint of surprise.

  Everyone in the backyard knows that Lin's family has never liked Qingfengyuan, and today the sun is coming out from the west? Actually going to condescend to visit that unlucky person?

  "No matter how you say it, he's been seriously ill, and the old master has been busy in the government office. Although he doesn't often go to see San Niang on ordinary days, the old master is our closest relative, can't we see what's on his mind? Now that I hear San Niang has also recovered and can speak eloquently, I must take my sister's place who has passed away and fulfill a mother's responsibilities..." Lin Shi said with a smile.

  Can't you see? You've been grinding your teeth in hatred for that person every day, how dare I go and flatter them...

  Song Yiniang looked at Lin Shi's smile and couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, this smile seemed to be hiding a knife.

  Before she had time to think of an excuse to leave, Lin Shi suddenly said: "It's a coincidence that you're also here, take Rong Ge with you and go over there. This is still your own sister, at that time because San Niang was ill, Rong Ge hadn't seen San Niang since birth!"

  Song Yiniang saw that Lin Shi's words were firm and knew that she had made up her mind, so saying more would be useless. She simply nodded in agreement: "Yes!"

  A large group of people arrived at Qingfeng Garden in a majestic manner, which really startled the three people, including Jinzi.

  Jinzi just finished breakfast, was about to go back and take a nap, when Xiao Xiao rushed into the room, pointing in the direction of the courtyard, almost out of breath.

  Jinzi thought that this girl had forgotten the lesson from two days ago and had another conflict with other girls from different courtyards. He hastily asked for the reason, and Xiaoxiao, who was smiling, waved her hand and said with a stifled smile: "It's Madame and Song Niang bringing Wu Lang and a group of women to attack!"

  "Kill me?" Jinzi frowned and smiled, this girl was too exaggerated, it seemed that from her rebirth to now, she had never offended Linshi.

  Alas, I wish to shut the door and live a peaceful life, but others won't let me have peace.

  Jinzi ordered XiaoXiao to help her change clothes, and then seriously combed her hair before swaying out of the room.

  The mother had already moved the stools and handed over the tea, and was attentively serving in the courtyard.

  Lin wore a two-piece suit, the top being a short jacket with a green collar and intricate embroidery of peonies on the front placket, looking lifelike; the bottom was a rust-red skirt, making her look radiant and spirited. However, as soon as Jinzi saw this outfit, only one sentence popped into his mind: "Red and green, isn't that for racing dogs?"

  His gaze shifted back and fell on a beautiful young woman. Her face was also delicate, about 22 or 23 years old, with her hair styled in a bun, compared to Lin's wife, she lacked a bit of charm and coquetry. Although Jinzi didn't know this woman either, but hadn't he just smiled and said so? It seemed that this was indeed his father's concubine, Song Niang.

  A red cross-collared jacket, paired with a pale purple pleated horse-face skirt. It seems that these two people's tastes are indeed unique, both liking to mix and match bright colors together. Song Niang's outfit is called "red and purple" in modern times - it's like dog shit!

  At this thought, Jinzi couldn't help but burst out laughing in a most unseemly manner.

  "Daughter..." He smiled and reminded her with some embarrassment.

  What's wrong with Jinzi, didn't he just lose control a moment ago?

  She took a deep breath, walked slowly into the courtyard, and with the movements directed by her mind, she placed her hands on her waist and bowed slightly: "I've seen you, madam!"

  Song Yiniang did not dare to accept Jinzi's courtesy, after all, others were also the legitimate daughters of the Jin family, and she was only slightly better than those maids. Therefore, after Jinzi paid his respects, Song Yiniang hurriedly returned the courtesy: "Your servant has seen Third Young Mistress!"

  "Are you Song Niang? Quickly, dispense with the formalities!" Jin Ziyu supported her with a hand.

  After seeing Jinzi's face up close, Song Niang had a look of astonishment on her face. What, what kind of autistic child is this?

  My god, if all the idiots in the world were this beautiful and moving, what's the point of us normal people existing? We might as well go buy a block of tofu and smash it against the wall to die.

  Lin saw that Jinzi and Song Niang were still chatting with each other, so she was left aside and couldn't help but coughed a few times.

  "Is the lady feeling unwell? In this early spring season, it's warm and cold by turns. If you're not feeling well, it would be better to stay indoors and rest."

  Nothing's wrong, don't come jumping over here, got it?

  What? This dead girl... is so glib...

  Mr. Lin almost spat out a mouthful of old blood three meters away.

  The corners of her mouth twitched, and she replied: "It doesn't matter, I heard that San Niang you have seen a great improvement, so I came to take a look. You've been ill for so many years, and suddenly you say you're better, Mother's heart is still in a daze... Hehe, this is really a joyful event, I think Sister's spirit can finally rest in peace." Lin Shi paused, then pointed at Song Niang and Rong Ge'er: "This is the fifth son that your Song Niang gave birth to last year, brought over today for you to meet, otherwise this little guy might not even know he has such a sister!"

  This is a tongue-in-cheek remark with double meaning...

  What kind of mother are you? Who acknowledges you as a mother? Is there such a mother?

  Jinzi saw Lin said that, his eyes involuntarily cast on the little guy who was playing happily in the yard, just learning to walk, chubby and tiger-headed, stumbling and chasing after a white butterfly flying low in the yard.

  Kaneko originally liked children. Seeing the child's innocent and carefree side, he couldn't help but smile and walked up to tease and play with the child while clapping his hands to the beat.

  I don't know if it's because of the novelty or if they really have a connection, but this child has become fast friends with Jinzi, and Song Niang is also shocked to see this, whispering to Lin Shi: "Madam, Rong Ge'er really likes his third sister, you didn't know that he usually doesn't like playing with strangers!"

  Lin also smiled and nodded, saying: "Brothers and sisters are connected by blood, how can they not be close?"

  Madam Song echoed in agreement from the side: "The mistress is absolutely right!"

  No affection, no contact, this play is really hard to start.

  Lin's eyes flickered slightly as he looked over and saw that he had already achieved what he wanted, and was unwilling to linger here any longer. After drinking a cup of tea, he hastily led Song Niang and Rong Ge'er out of Qingfeng Garden.

  Thinking that the lively courtyard had suddenly become quiet, Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes and asked her mother: "Wasn't it just a dream? The mistress of the main house came to our courtyard with my brother earlier, didn't she? To see me?"

  The old lady was indeed a veteran who had been steeped in the grand mansion for a long time, but at this moment she didn't have half a point of excitement, on the contrary, her face hid worries.

  Lin's behavior was too abnormal, this abnormality is the principle of evil spirits, she still understands, but at this moment she can't see clearly what kind of medicine Lin is selling in his gourd.

  "Mom, what's wrong?" Xiaoxiao asked with a puzzled smile.

  Zhuang's mother came to her senses, waved her hand, and saw Jinzi smiling at her: "Don't worry, Zhuang's mother, when the soldiers come, we'll defend; when the water comes, we'll cover it with earth!" (ps: Seeking various votes, collections, and recommendations! Readers who are suffering from book drought can take a look at Qianyu's previous work, the one-million-word old book "Yi Kong Wei Qing", which is her debut work. Although the writing style may seem a bit awkward, it should still be readable, o(∩_∩)o haha!) [bookid=2797444,bookname="Yi Kong Wei Qing"]