E Qiaomei wandered around the Huahai Garden and learned that His Highness the King Xian was conversing with her husband under a pavilion not far away.

She hesitated on the spot, wanting to go forward, but she was afraid that her behavior would be abrupt. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

When he was struggling and feeling uncomfortable, a young man trotted forward and said: "Madam, I want you to come over here."

"Do I need to add pastries and tea?" E Qiaomei asked nervously.

"No," the boy replied cautiously, "His Royal Highness the King has something to ask."

E Qiaomei's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she was uneasy, wondering what on earth he wanted to see her for.

On the side, Nanny Chang held her hand and reminded: "Madam, I am here, you must pay attention to your speech and behavior. I am careful."

If the master discovers the madam’s little thoughts, this...

E Qiaomei took a deep breath.

Only Aunt Chang knows about her heartache, and she also knows what role she plays in her marriage to Zhao Shu.

E Qiaomei forced herself to calm down and said with a normal expression: "Let's go."

Under the long pavilion, he was sitting at the head of the stone table, holding a cup of tea, lowering his head to drink. When he heard the footsteps here, he looked up.

When their eyes met, E Qiaomei's heart seemed to be shocked by electricity and stopped beating for a breath.

But his gaze only stayed for a few seconds before he glanced away again.

E Qiaomei's heart was suddenly submerged in a sour soup, and her eyes were inexplicably sore.

"Madam, come here quickly." Zhao Shu stood up and walked over in person to greet her.

The boy was quick with his hands and feet, and set up a long table on the side of the pavilion. Zhao Shu took E Qiaomei's hand and sat down behind the long table.

Zhao Shu remained enthusiastic in front of outsiders, "Madam, His Highness the King Xian has something to ask you."

E Qiaomei hurriedly stood up and said, "If there is anything you need, Your Highness, just come and ask."

"I haven't been here for so many years. Have you always sent people to clean Ziwei Pavilion?"

E Qiaomei nodded slightly, "Yes, the entire Yunlan Villa is managed by dedicated personnel, and the Ziwei Pavilion has always been managed by the maid Cuilan."

"Is Cuilan here?" Ji Zi Mo Youyou asked.

"Is it because the decoration of Ziwei Pavilion is not in line with His Highness the King Xian's wishes?"

"No!" Ji Zimo slowly turned the tea cup in his hand, "The lotus flowers placed on the table are very beautiful and the fragrance is refreshing. My Highness wants to see her and reward her personally."

Upon hearing this, E Qiaomei smiled and turned to ask Aunt Chang to call someone.

After a moment, a little maid in green knelt on the ground tremblingly.

She is fourteen or fifteen years old, with a small face and a big palm, and a thin figure, as thin as a bean sprout.

The midday sun shone on her body, and she buried her head. Under the dazzling sunlight, her hair glowed with yellow luster.

Ji Zimo looked at the person kneeling on the ground, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "You have been responsible for cleaning Ziwei Pavilion?"

The little maid was trembling with fear when she was asked, "Tell His Highness the Wise King that this slave has been taking care of you."

"Ziwei Pavilion is so big, have you always been responsible for it?" He continued to ask.

This sentence scared the rest of the people so much that they didn't understand what His Highness the King Xian meant.

Cuilan's head was lowered to the ground, and her body was trembling like a quail, "Your Highness the King, three years ago, this servant was assigned to Ziwei Pavilion and was responsible for managing the daily care of Ziwei Pavilion together with Aunt Xia."

"Three months ago, Grandma Xia fell ill and went home to recuperate. There was only one slave left in Ziwei Pavilion."

"Although grandma is not here, I have been working hard and have never dared to slack off in anything."

Ji Zimo tapped his fingers on the table and said in a deep voice: "You have cleaned Ziwei Pavilion very well, and I am very satisfied with it. Today, I accidentally broke the flower pot on the table, and the lotus flowers in the pot were scattered all over the floor.

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"Your Highness, the slaves have just been packed up."

"Okay, that lotus smells very good, and I like it very much. Looking at the empty window sill, I might as well put a pot of lotus on it."

"My slave obeys your orders."

"This time, His Highness will choose the lotus flowers himself. You will go back with me later."

"This slave obeys your order."

Ji Zimo stared at her hair and said word by word: "His Highness is very satisfied with her cleaning of Ziwei Pavilion. For a slave, no amount of silver reward is of any use."

He changed the topic and looked at E Qiaomei, "She is yours, and His Highness has taken a fancy to her. Can you give her to me?"

"Your Highness, this..." E Qiaomei stood up in shock, looked at Ji Zimo, and then her eyes fell on Cuilan.

The emotions in her heart were boiling like an ocean.

How could such an ordinary girl fall into the eyes of His Highness the Xian King?

In the end...

What went wrong?

"Your Highness, she is a very ordinary slave. If you like someone with quick hands and feet, I can..."

Ji Zimo raised his hand to block her words, "His Royal Highness values ​​her very much. She is ordinary, how can you still be reluctant to part with her?"

"No...no, I am..." She always wanted to give him the best things, including his maids, and she had to choose carefully.

How could you give him a yellow-haired girl who does menial work?

If this girl who doesn't know etiquette makes a mistake one day, how will she explain to him?

E Qiaomei is also an eloquent person, but once she meets him, she suddenly loses her sense of proportion and stutters when she speaks.

Zhao Shu's eyes darkened, he stood up and held E Qiaomei's hand, saying in a deep voice: "Since His Highness the King Xian has taken a liking to that girl, there is no reason why we should be reluctant to part with her."

"Okay." Ji Zimo stopped his hand and urged: "The deed of betrayal will be sent to her later."

E Qiaomei frowned, suppressed all the doubts in her heart, and said, "Follow your orders, my wife will be sent to you later."

Ji Zimo didn't say a word, lowered his head and sipped the tea in the cup.

The scene fell into a brief moment of solemnity.

Zhao Shu changed his mind and suggested: "Your Highness, it's getting late, why don't we go to Liushang Garden first and prepare for a meal."

"Okay!" Ji Zimo stood up, walked to Cuilan's side, and looked down at her, "Since you are one of His Highness's, please stay close and serve me."

Cuilan was extremely frightened, stood up tremblingly, and whispered: "I obey my command."

Zhao Shu led the way at the front, Ji Zimo followed behind, and Cuilan shrank her neck and followed behind cautiously.

E Qiaomei fell at the back, standing there with a sad look on her face.

She mixed her hands and fingers together helplessly. Aunt Chang came forward and whispered: "Madam, you just lost your temper."

"I don't understand!" E Qiaomei's face was full of facial features, "He fell in love with that girl Xia Qianqian, and then turned his attention to that maidservant. What on earth is he going to do? He..."

He was not such a frivolous person before.

She would never believe that he had any thoughts about that girl.

So, what was wrong with Ziwei Pavilion in Yunlan Villa that aroused his suspicion and made him show up in person to ask for a maidservant?
Chapter completed!