"Am I not supposed to be angry!"
"Even if my reputation is damaged, I am still the daughter of the Minister of Ministry of Industry! This marriage is nothing but adding insult to injury for . I’ve warned myself ten thousand tis, but at this point, I can only grit my teeth and manage it!"
In the pavilion, Wei Yingying got angrier as she spoke.
Shen Hua peeled the roasted seeds, listening with interest. She moved slightly closer to Wei Yingying, her eyes bright and nodding in agreent.
"You really have it tough."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yingying felt even more aggrieved and wished to pour out everything.
"I think so too!"
She clapped her hand on the stone table in agitation: "It shows he doesn’t care at all! Is the Imperial Household Departnt dead? How could they not send my portrait to the Third Prince Mansion? Don’t you think?"
Unlike her uncontainable rage, Shen Hua analyzed quietly.
"But the people in the Imperial Household Departnt are all crafty, would they really volunteer to curry favor with the Third Prince? If the Third Prince wanted to see, the Imperial Household Departnt might not even bother."
Wei Yingying wasn’t entirely foolish, currently overwheld by emotion.
Although what Shen Hua said was logical, it couldn’t quench her current bitterness.
She glanced at Shen Hua with fiery eyes: "Why are you speaking up for him!"
Wei Yingying: "You’re letting down!"
"If you had any loyalty, you’d join in scolding him!"
Shen Hua understood.
If it were any other ti, she would have cursed that Wei Yingying was crazy.
But now, seeing the girl free and cooperating was quite rare, she ventured: "He just doesn’t care about you."
Wei Yingying’s teeth gritted audibly.
"And he’s not considerate."
Shen Hua glanced at the bulging purse: "All your efforts wasted. It’s no different from being snubbed."
"To be treated like this before even getting married, what will the future hold? If he really cared, he would have tried every way to et you already. How did today’s events even happen? I see it clearly and feel genuinely heartbroken for you."
Shen Hua raised her little pinky: "Are you satisfied now?"
Wei Yingying slowly raised her hand to cover her heart.
That’s enough, no need to say more.
If she spoke more, she might suffocate.
Cui Rong ca over with her short legs. Her chubby face was stern as she approached and asked loudly.
"Why did you leave halfway!"
The question was naturally directed at Shen Hua.
Shen Hua didn’t even look at her.
Leaving halfway, of course, was because she saw the icy and storied Wei Yingying.
Cui Rong complained: "You’re making very unhappy!"
Wei Yingying looked at Cui Rong, then at Shen Hua. For a mont, she sincerely admired this rchant’s daughter.
Not bad!
Shen Hua being able to mingle here and drink the wedding wine, could rcilessly poke her sore spot, and then turn around and offend the little princess of Marquis Yangling Mansion.
If she were a girl from a noble official’s family, wouldn’t she be out of this world?
Cui Rong held her head high: "I command you to apologize to !"
Although uncertain of the exact rift between them, fearing Shen Hua did not know Cui Rong’s identity, Wei Yingying kindly reminded her in a lowered voice, leaning in.
"This little princess usually has to be indulged by , you better bow down to her."
Finally, Shen Hua glanced at Cui Rong.
She hooked her finger: "Co closer."
Cui Rong, unsuspecting, moved closer.
Tip-tap, she approached.
Just as she was about to scare Shen Hua and issue another harsh statent, her face was harshly pinched by the girl.
Wei Yingying suddenly widened her eyes.
"You’re crazy!"
Shen Hua ruthlessly kneaded Cui Rong’s face.
"Little ghost, you’re really not likable at all!"
"Speak to politely. Did you hear ?"
Cui Rong’s tears welled up in pain.
Wei Yingying quickly stood up: "Let go, let go. This is the golden ball of Marquis Yangling Mansion!"
Wei Yingying already foresaw the looming disaster for Shen Hua.
Then, she heard Cui Rong begrudgingly spit out her words one by one.
"Heard! It!"
Only then did Shen Hua release her grasp.
She handed over a freshly peeled lon seed to Cui Rong’s hand.
"Wipe your tears, or soone might think I’ve been bullying you."
"You are bullying !"
Cui Rong stepped back a few steps, "Don’t think that a little favor will stop from telling my second uncle! Just you wait!"
Shen Hua knitted her brows as she looked at her.
"How old are you?"
Cui Rong: "Six years old!"
Shen Hua: "I thought you were three."
"Always tattling, can’t you act a bit more like a six-year-old girl?"
Cui Rong wanted to retort, but was too vexed to pick out any errors.
On New Year’s Eve morning, Mama took her to bow before Daddy’s morial tablet.
That day, Mama dressed beautifully, wearing that lake blue brocade dress she said she had only worn once, which was during her engagent with Daddy.
Mama was still gentle.
—Husband, Rong has grown another year older, she might be a bit spoiled because of , but after all, she isn’t a reckless little girl.
Cui Rong clenched her lips tightly.
"Do you think you are very sensible at six years old?"
Shen Hua without any burden: "Not bad."
Unable to be always outdone by Shen Hua, amidst her irritation, Cui Rong laboriously climbed onto a stone bench and sat down next to Shen Hua.
She began to brag about sothing she was proud of.
"Yesterday on the street, I found a nearly dead puppy, felt pity for it, and took it to Uncle Ni Kang. He cured it. Have you ever saved a dog?"
Yicui remained silent.
In this world, only she knew Shen Hua’s past.
Back then, Lady Zheng had found a chicken from sowhere. Young sympathy overflowing, she cried to the lady.
"It’s so pitiful, I don’t know which malicious person broke its leg. Give your handkerchief, let’s bandage it up."
The lady, feeling disgusted, covered her mouth with the handkerchief. She kept backing away as if she had encountered a plague.
"Aren’t you dirty?"
"Stay away from . This handkerchief is made from ice silk spun by snow silkworms from the mountains; do you know how hard it is to raise them! It’s not comparable to the common silkworms found in the market. The Yulan pattern embroidered on it is Double-Sided Embroidery from Su Embroidery. Just embroidering this small piece took a month. Do you know how valuable this piece is?"
Lady Zheng was speechless, unable to utter a word about being stingy.
Shen Hua has always been stubborn.
"If you don’t bandage it, it might die, and you would just lose a handkerchief!"
"Zheng Qianyu, you’re older than , right? If I were you, I would have taken it to the dical clinic already, instead of naively and arrogantly thinking that simple bandaging like playing house could cure it."
"Of course, the clinic might also kick you out, mature up, you’re already seven years old, don’t say such embarrassing things."
Zheng Qianyu was left at a loss by her words.
Perhaps seeing her too pitiable, Shen Hua rarely offered a suggestion.
"Its leg is broken, living is also suffering. If you really don’t know what to do, perhaps hand it over to my mansion’s chef. He’s the best, and his chestnut-roasted chicken is delicious."
After hearing this, Lady Zheng pointed at Shen Hua, calling her vicious and immoral.
Shen Hua wasn’t upset; standing tall like a little adult, she said: "I’ll give both chicken legs to you."
Lady Zheng swallowed her saliva: "...Deal."
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