Chapter 723: 082 Liu i_4 Chapter 723: 082 Liu i_4 “Ouch, mom, are you still my real mother?
It hurts!
Go ahead, twist it, twist my ear off, then I definitely won’t be able to get married!”
Amid the squabbling of Lady Fan and Liu Limin, Lady Liu and a few others boarded the carriage to head ho.
Since it was the New Year, daughters and sons-in-law who were married could not stay overnight at their maternal ho, otherwise, they surely would have stayed in Liu Family Village for a few more days.
Just before getting on the carriage, Liu Zhiyang suddenly grabbed Lin Yuan’s arm and whispered a few words in her ear.
Lin Yuan was startled and instinctively glanced at Lin Jiaxin, nodded her head, and instructed Liu Zhiyang to study hard with a few more admonishing words.
Lin Yi drove the carriage very quickly; there was still Lao Fan at ho to take care of, and, with no one being at ho that entire day, he worried whether the old man had eaten his als properly.
It would be troubleso if he had been too lazy to even know to eat.
At the sa mont, far away in the Capital city, Xia Zheng lived his life amidst endless boredom.
Since the end of the year, the General Mansion had received invitation cards from various families.
If he wasn’t attending a banquet at one house, he was at a gathering at another, and while he had always disliked such events, now his impatience grew as his heart was preoccupied with thoughts of a certain soone.
But there was no helping it, he put off as many banquets as he could; after all, the Xia family held an extraordinary position within the Imperial Court, and generally, there would be no murmur of discontent from aristocratic families they were not particularly close with.
But still, there were so banquets that were unavoidable, such as those hosted by the Su Mansion.
To say nothing of the face of Pri Minister Su being difficult to snub, the brotherly relationship between Xia Zheng and Su Tianrui also ant he could not excuse himself from attending.
Otherwise, Su Tianrui would certainly nag him for the entire day.
Pri Minister Su was known as the foremost among the civilian officials in the Imperial Court; the banquets of his house naturally would not be missed by officials for any trivial excuse.
On this day, from early morning, Su Mansion was bustling with activity, visited by none but the influential and noble people of the Capital.
Sitting in the floral hall, Su Qiuyu had already sent her maid Yaner on errands back and forth no less than ten tis.
Yaner secretly stamped her feet, rubbed her hands together until the palms were warm, and then covered her cheeks, already flushed red from the cold.
As the guests were still few, she hid in the corridor, watching wave after wave of visitors at the entrance, praying and complaining to herself about being asked to stand guard in such cold weather.
Surely, across the entire Capital city, no other head maid would be treated like her.
However, despite her complaints, she did not dare to disobey Su Qiuyu’s orders.
Last ti at the Lin family’s place, she had already displeased her mistress and upon returning, faced a severe scolding from Pri Minister Su and Madam because of Su Qiuyu’s illness.
If she did not cling tightly to her mistress, who was like a sturdy tree, she feared her position as the head maid would be stripped from her soon.
“Oh young master, young master, please co quickly, I’m almost frozen stiff!” Yaner prayed softly, rubbing her hands.
Rembering the increasingly displeased expression on Su Qiuyu’s face, she did not dare to return to the hall to report, deciding to wait for the guests to arrive first.
While she was muttering, a figure in faint purple appeared at the entrance.
Yaner’s eyes lit up, her excitent almost setting her blood ablaze, warming her entire body imdiately: “Wow, Second Young Master, finally, you are here, finally!
That’s great, I need to hurry back, I can finally stop freezing!”
In the floral hall at this mont, beside Su Qiuyu, there sat several young ladies from influential families.
Looking around, it was like a scene bursting with vibrant colors, each one like a delicate flower of spring, fresh and beautiful, evoking pity.
Yet, the expressions on their faces were oddly amiss, as if they were spectators watching an intriguing play.
Su Qiuyu sat quietly in the host seat, her bright eyes turned towards the entrance, and under her wide sleeves, her slender hands clenched nervously together.
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