Yuanbao was so frightened that he backed away, holding his forehead and complaining: "How come you are like my mother and have learned to hit people? It hurts so much!"

"Who told you not to learn well?" Xia Qianqian retorted.

"Those who don't learn well are those classmates in the class with whom I have a good relationship. They insist on pestering me to find out the truth."

"A man who loves gossip cannot be taught."

"Sister, this morning Sister Zhuer and I went to the college first. We met Mr. Mo on the way. He even asked me what you were doing? Does he also like gossip?"

Upon hearing Yuan Bao's words, Xia Qianqian's heart skipped a beat, "What did you say?"

"I said you were having a conversation with Brother Hu in the corner." Yuan Bao told the truth.

No wonder Cuiyu couldn't wait to pick her up after class in the morning. When they were having dinner at Juwanglou, he asked sourly: "Hu Tang didn't give you an invitation?"

After working on it for a long time, the news was leaked from Yuan Bao.

"Yuanbao, you are really my good brother!" She stretched out her hand, grabbed his ear, and pulled him, "You have been causing trouble for me all day long."

"Ah! Sister, why are you doing it? I am telling the truth."

The noise between the two attracted Li Yunniang from the kitchen.

She held a wooden spoon and shouted angrily: "What are you two doing? One of you is not studying your homework, and the other is not studying for sales. If you continue to argue, no one will go to the Yunlan Flower Appreciation Festival tomorrow."

As soon as he heard that he could not go to the Yunlan Flower Appreciation Festival, Yuanbao immediately rubbed his hands and begged for mercy: "Mom, no, I'm going to review my lessons now."

As he said that, he stuck out his tongue at Xia Qianqian, made a face, and ran away quickly.

Xia Qianqian also stepped back knowingly and explained: "I'm going to the study. Mom, you guys have worked hard. Go to bed early."

Quickly returning to her study, Xia Qianqian moved the incense machine in the corner to the table, re-adjusted it, and then went to bed peacefully.

The night is getting darker, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the bustling streets of Jiangcheng. The guests in the teahouses and restaurants are also leaving one after another, becoming scattered.

But in Yunlan Villa, the lights are brightly lit, and the servants and maids are coming and going in an endless stream.

As the temporary owner of the entire villa, E Qiaomei inspected the furnishings in the courtyard with cold eyes. As she walked, she ordered: "All the guests tomorrow are relatives of the master's colleagues. There must be no mistakes."

"Yes!" Everyone who heard her order knelt down and kowtowed, agreeing in unison.

"Go ahead."

A group of people dispersed and went to work again.

E Qiaomei just relaxed, looked up at the dark night sky, and said quietly: "Maybe he will come tomorrow?"

The grandma beside her lowered her head and said dullly: "I should be able to."

After getting the answer she wanted, E Qiaomei's eyebrows became more tender, "You ask your men to clean up the private room properly, and the freshest lotus flowers must be placed in the vases in the room."

"Don't worry, madam, I will definitely be ready."

"He doesn't sleep well, so a soothing aromatherapy must be burned next to the bed. You can do this and ask the doctor to get you the best aromatherapy, but the smell must be light. He doesn't like strong and gaudy scents."
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"Yes."

After giving all the instructions, E Qiaomei's expression suddenly showed a hint of confusion, "It's been three years, I didn't expect that I could still see him on the borders of Jiangcheng."

Aunt Chang on the side knew her master's thoughts, but could not stop her. She could only whisper: "His Royal Highness the King has devoted himself to suppressing the bandits, and now he has finally conquered Fanshan. He may have some free time now."

"It's a pity..." A look of loneliness flashed in E's Qiaomei eyes.

Unfortunately, time changes and things are man-made, so they will never be able to return to what they were when they were young.

Seeing that her master was absent-minded, Grandma Chang whispered: "Madam, it's getting late, we'd better go back and rest early."

"Yes," E Qiaomei came to her senses for a moment, "Recently, I stay up late every day reading "The Legend of White Snake" and I have bruises under my eyes. In order to make a good impression on him tomorrow, I have to go to bed early."
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She worked vigorously and resolutely, hurried back to the side room, washed herself for a while, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

Grandma Chang helped her start to remove the golden hairpin from her hair.

E Qiaomei stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and yawned. Her eyes inadvertently fell on a letter on the table, "When did the letter come?"

"In the evening, the courier arrived. You were busy at the time, so I put the letter on the table."

E Qiaomei pursed her lips, took the letter over, opened it and read it.

The letter is from Miao Manli.

In her letter, she emphasized her feelings of missing her, and even talked about how she had longed to participate in the Yunlan Flower Appreciation Festival.

Unexpectedly, God failed and her husband died. As a widowed person, it was not suitable for her to appear in such an occasion, so she left in a hurry.

There are three feet of letter paper in total, but only the first few sentences on the first page are connected with feelings, while the rest are all complaints.

Like a miserable and resentful woman, she began to emphasize to her over and over again how her husband pampered his concubine to lead to the current situation.

She mentioned a woman's name again and again, complaining about how that woman had caused her to be like this.

She became a cursed person. On her way back to the capital, she was tracked and bitten by snakes, insects, rats, and ants. She finally abandoned the four carriages and finally turned the corner.

She even speculated that the woman must have tampered with the carriage to cause such a strange thing to happen.

At the end of the letter, she kept emphasizing that the woman was a powerful character.

Let her be more careful when meeting her in the future, and never offend her, lest she be persecuted.

E Qiaomei threw the letter on the table and said with disdain in her eyes: "Miao Manli has always been narrow-minded since she was a child. Now she has suffered a big loss and doesn't reflect on herself. She is still so narrow-minded."

She wrote a letter eloquently, telling her to be careful about Xia Qianqian on the surface, but secretly hinting to her that if there was a chance, she would deal with Xia Qianqian.

Such code words may not be visible to ordinary people.

But she and Miao Manli have known each other for so many years, how could she not know about Xiao Jiujiu's psychology?

"Mother Chang, have you ever heard of Xia Qianqian's name?"

Grandma Chang was combing her hair while searching her mind, "I've really heard of this."

"Oh?" E Qiaomei was instantly interested.

"Recently, I often go to Jiangcheng to buy things. That time I went to Juwanglou to buy a storybook of "The Legend of the New White Snake" for my wife. I heard the drinkers in the hall talking about her."

"Oh? She is a woman, so attractive?"

"She is indeed a strange woman." Grandma Chang continued: "Some people say that she once accurately predicted the high tide of the Fu'an River. Anyone who believed in her made preparations in advance, which not only saved their own lives, but also caused the fields to rise.

The crops were also recovered as scheduled."

"Those who did not believe not only had their food flooded, but many people were also swept away by the floods and lost their lives."

"In the villages near Fu'an River, many people compare her to the water god's angel."
Chapter completed!