A good omen for a good person

  It's not surprising that Aunt Han got sick, living in such a cold and gloomy house for so long would naturally affect her health. Moreover, she was always suspicious and had a hard time lifting her spirits. With the prolonged rain recently, Aunt Han's body finally collapsed, according to Pan Tao, now she can't even get out of bed.

  "Auntie said, 'Don't worry about the doctor's fee, just drink some warm porridge and you'll be fine.' Xun Tao was intimidated by the immortal's gaze, her voice growing softer as she looked down at her toes."

  Xian Yi was both amused and annoyed. When had the madam of the house ever allowed the wet nurse to spend money? Cao's wet nurse wasn't even ill, yet she still came to ask for a doctor's visit. How could it be that Han's wet nurse was so seriously ill? It went without saying that either Han's wet nurse was afraid that the madam would harm her or she had imagined things too much and was afraid that the doctor would come and demand money from her.

  "Go to the second door and tell them that Aunt Chen has asked for a doctor to come and examine Madame Han." The old lady's name is not used in vain, if she were still a young girl, it would be even more convenient for Pan Tao to take her own name card.

  "It's... thank you, sister, thank you, sister!" Pan Tao originally thought that if she didn't drink the porridge today, she would have to suffer a punishment, but unexpectedly this older sister who came over was a kind person, and now her aunt was saved.

  Watching the peach run away in a trail of smoke, leaving behind that delicate little girl who felt something was off even if she was foolish, her lips moved slightly, but ultimately didn't dare say anything.

  "What's your name?" Xian Yi raised her chin, her tone was light but made one's heart tremble.

  "Slave... I am San Tong, the third-class maid of Cao Niang's side, Fen He." The delicate maid's body swayed and she trembled with fear as she spoke.

  Xian Yi gave her a deep look, staring until the girl almost couldn't bear it and was about to kneel down. Only then did he shift his gaze and shout towards the direction of the large kitchen: "What are you all looking at? If Madame's bird's nest is not ready soon, I'll have your housekeeper come over to answer for it!"

  In the big kitchen, there were a few people lurking around, but they all dispersed at once. Only an old woman walked over with a smile, nodding and bowing: "Oh, isn't this Miss Xian? Has the mistress come to urge you?"

  Xian Yi glanced at her and also brought a smile, saying: "Auntie Wu, don't worry, I'm just passing by this place. The madam has allowed me to return home first, but it's such a commotion in broad daylight... the madam hasn't been feeling well lately either..."

  "Alas! I'd have to punish them, it's true that if you don't manage them for two days, they'll be on the roof, removing tiles!" Wu Pozi couldn't help but curse and swear, seeing Xian Yi smile, she carefully asked: "Miss, what do you think about this matter..."

  "But the two little girls had a falling out, and even if the nanny wants to know my mother's difficulties, although they are all concubines, they are also half-masters. If it gets to the lady, everyone will be in trouble." Xian Yi opened this section, but couldn't help but scold them a bit, after all, Korean Concubine is not someone these servants can bully.

  "Yes, yes! The young lady is absolutely right." Wu Pozi's eyes rolled around and she came up with a plan, so she quickly bid farewell and returned to the kitchen. That Powder Lotus also made an excuse to deliver some supplementary items to her aunt, and under Xian Yi's permission, slipped away following her.

  Xianyi returned home first, but only Cao Niang's sidekick, Fen He, was shocked and jumped in her skin. She couldn't get any news in the big kitchen, so she restlessly returned to Cao Niang's place. After several repetitions, she finally pulled Cao Niang's personal maid, Lai Mei, to tell her about today's events.

  "How did you become so muddled? That girl is easy to offend?" Lamei was also startled by her, and pulled her into the corner, saying in a low voice.

  "In our daily life, we saw that the dead girl didn't dare to offend anyone in our courtyard, so we were careless. But that girl looked ordinary, with no decorations on her head, I thought she was just a normal maid." After Cao's mother got favored, everyone in the backyard knew about it, and Fenhe thought he had found a good place to go, usually being someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong, but didn't expect to kick an iron plate this time.

  Lanmei pointed at the top of Fenhe's head and scolded, "Fool! Who do you think she is? There are only a few people in this mansion with background, how dare you argue with them in front of the main kitchen door?"

  Fen He was poked and felt a sharp pain, but she didn't dare say much, only staring at Jia Mei with her eyes.

  Lan Mei sighed and said, "It's not your fault, you've just entered the mansion. Although this one is only a second-class maid in the big madam's quarters, her mother is a first-class matron who manages the entire backyard. In this backyard, except for the big madam, Chen Matron is the most powerful. If you don't want to die, don't drag us down with you."

  Fen He stumbled backward, and only then did she recall that she had seen Xian Yi on her first day at the Jin Manor. At that time, Xian Yi was wearing new clothes and a silver hairpin, and Fen He had been so captivated by the hairpin that she hadn't really looked at Xian Yi's face. She still remembered how Zhang Mama had treated Xian Yi with great respect back then. Now that she had offended Xian Yi, Fen He feared that her future days would be difficult.

  Xian Yi didn't intend to find someone to take revenge on, a servant like Fen He who flatters and fawns is common in every household. This time she just happened to run into her, and it was just a matter of moving her lips up and down. If Fen He can change her ways because of this, that would be best. If she remains the same, then if she runs into someone else's hands another day and gets some kind of result, it has nothing to do with Xian Yi anyway.

  Xian Yi didn't pay much attention to the news of Aunt Han's illness. She wasn't like a typical 14-year-old girl, perhaps because she was different from women of the same age in her past life. She rarely showed curiosity and had no special aspirations or desires. Her heart was as plain as a cup of white water, and it seemed that apart from her own mother, there was no one else who could leave even a slight mark on her heart lake. However, just because she didn't want to get involved in these matters didn't mean others wouldn't, so the next day, while Xian Yi was on her way to the needlework room, she ran into Jin Fenghua, Aunt Han's son.

  Still wearing the same linen clothes, still looking shy and gentle on the surface, but giving her a bad feeling.

  Unable to avoid it, Xian Yi reluctantly stepped forward and saluted: "Greetings to Third Young Master."

  "You don't have to be polite." Jinfenghua stepped aside, allowing her to pass, his ears slightly red as he bowed and said: "Thank you for yesterday's matter, miss."

  Xian clothing is faintly visible, and the eyes are thinking that for such a long time, there hasn't been a single maid by Madame Han's side. It's possible that the maid Pantao was left in charge by Jin Fenghua. Thinking back to the last time they bought clothes, Jin Fenghua looked soft and weak, but she actually had her own ideas...

  "This is a servant's internal matter, can't bear the young master's thanks." Regardless of whether this person is genuine or not, Xian Yi didn't plan to get involved, she always remembered that her own mother was a servant in whose household.

  Jin Fenghua slightly curled her lips, but a hint of darkness flashed in her eyes. She only said: "No matter what, I've taken note of yesterday's events. If Miss needs anything in the future, feel free to speak up."

  Xian Yi casually nodded in agreement, it was just a matter of lifting her hand previously, but in the future she might need to be more cautious.

  However, just as the two were about to part ways, they heard someone shouting from behind. Xian Yi turned her head and saw Lu Er running towards them, panting heavily, with her hair disheveled. Xian Yi had no choice but to stop and wait for her. But when Lu Er originally had something on her mind, after seeing Jin Fenghua, her eyes widened in shock, her footsteps faltered, and she stood still, unable to move.

  Jinfenghua seemed to be used to it, nodded slightly and turned around to leave.

  Xian Yi let out a sigh and took a few steps forward, pulling Lu Shuang to ask: "Is there something wrong, madam?"

  No one knew that after calling three times, this girl still didn't react. Xian Yi had no choice but to heavily pat her once, and only then did Lu Ru wake up from her daze.

  "Sister, who was that person just now?" Although Lu Shuang's age was only a few months younger than Xian Yi, her lively and reckless personality had not been tempered by the hardships she had endured. At this moment, she was rubbing her arm, her mind filled with thoughts of that boy who was like a peach blossom fairy, wearing simple clothes but exuding an elegance as if he were wearing brocade, making her heart flutter like a deer, and her eyes seemed to see peach blossoms floating before her, the fragrance lingering.

  "Can people in this mansion ask whatever they want? Are you not satisfied with the punishment you usually get?" Xian Yi was annoyed that she didn't show respect, but also knew that this little maid was at an age where she was just starting to develop feelings. The Third Young Master's appearance, which could bring disaster to a country, made even the new little maids who had just arrived, not to mention Dou Miao who was by Old Madame's side, have some interest in him. If it weren't for his awkward and lowly birth, his courtyard would probably be packed with people already.

  Lü Shuang also knew that she was reckless, but as soon as she thought of that young man, her heart felt like it had been scratched by a cat, and she couldn't help but ask again: "Could it be some young master?"

  Xian Yi knew she couldn't keep it from her, so she said: "It's the Third Young Master who was born to Concubine Han. Don't get too close to him, or Madam might not forgive you."

  Mentioning the lady, Lu Shuang's face turned pale, and she naturally thought of the news she had heard from chatting with the other madams. This third young master was not favored by the old master, and even his ranking was different from that of the other young masters. Everyone else was named after a wood character, but he was given the name Fenghua, which seemed more like a girl's name, and it had a mocking tone to it. No wonder those madams were so unscrupulous with their words, saying that the eldest young master and third young master had an improper relationship.

  "What are you chasing me for?" Xian Yi saw her fall silent again, fearing that she would think too much, so he spoke loudly.

  Lu Shuang hastily said: "Madam Chen instructed that the mistress wants to prepare several styles of handbags, not last year's style, let the needlework room come up with a few new styles, and keep them for New Year's gifts."

  Xian Yi recalled that after the New Year, Master would likely be promoted, and when that happens, rumors will spread. No wonder Mistress had started preparing early. She kept this in mind and left alone. As the New Year approached, there were more things to do, and with her added responsibilities this year, related to Jin Mouchi, if she didn't start working hard now, she feared it would affect her mother and Qiu Jing. Lu Shuang stayed where she was, staring at the direction San Shaoye had disappeared in, the burning sensation on her cheeks lingering for a long time. Only when she felt her legs getting numb did she stomp her feet and reluctantly head towards Zheng Yuan, but her heart was already in disarray, and no matter how hard she tried to cover it up, things would never go back to the way they were before.