Next to her is Ms. Cui, the daughter-in-law of Yuan Lunwen, the eldest brother of the original owner. She is wearing a yellow floral silk feather skirt and a jade bracelet on her wrist. The jade beads on her head are also very valuable. She comes from a wealthy family and has a rather aloof temperament. Looking at it now
Yuan Qingling's eyes are also somewhat arrogant.
Standing next to her was Yuan Qingping, the younger sister of the original owner. She was fifteen years old. She had just grown haircuts and was powdered. She stared at her with two round eyes. The whites of the eyes were much more than the eyeballs. They looked a bit triangular and her lips were a little thin.
After a while, I saw that he was a mean-tongued person, but at first glance, I still thought he was pretty.
In addition, the two concubines in the second room stood aside obediently, their heads lowered. Because they were concubines, their clothes were not exquisite.
There were still many female relatives in the house who had not come out. It could be seen that the second wife saw that there were too few people, so she called two concubines and granddaughters to come out and attack the people.
Yuan Qingling looked at the second wife again. She was now relatively plump, with a round face and very few wrinkles. Her hair looked dyed and there was no trace of white silk. She was also very richly dressed, covered in silk and satin, and her hair was combed.
The high bun and hairpin looked expensive, but there was no trace of the shabby appearance of a dowry girl. If you didn't know better, you might have thought that she was born into a noble family.
There was a faint smile on everyone's face, and the smile was a bit mocking. It can be imagined that Jinghou Mansion really didn't pay attention to this disgraced princess.
Yuan Qingling asked: "The government came to report that my grandmother's condition has worsened. How is she doing now?"
The second old lady looked outside and saw that she had indeed brought only a girl and not the royal nanny. Her expression slowed down and she said: "Your grandmother is always like that, but this time it is your father who asked you to come back."
Yes, you go to the study to find him."
Yuan Qingling knew what she was thinking, so he didn't bring anyone here, so he didn't need to give face to the palace. He didn't bother to entertain her, so he sent her to the study directly.
Yuan Qingling frowned. If he wanted to see her, he could just go to the palace to find her. Why lie and say that his grandmother was sick?
Since her grandmother was not sick, she was not anxious and said calmly: "I haven't had breakfast yet."
She didn't mean to put on any airs. She came back early this morning, before she had finished her breakfast, and her hands and feet were a little weak from hunger.
The second old lady looked at her and said, "Then you go to the study first, and I will order someone to prepare some millet porridge for you."
"Now!" Yuan Qingling looked directly at her.
The second old lady looked at her for a while, then turned around and ordered, "Come here, serve millet porridge."
Luan, the eldest daughter-in-law of the second wife, sat down and curled her lips, "You are so majestic. You have to eat millet porridge when you return home. Didn't you eat such good things in the palace?"
When Luan said this, the other female family members burst into laughter.
Luan is the daughter of the county magistrate, and is considered a small family for the Hou family. Before Luan's father became an official, Luan had been selling embroidery with her mother outside to help support the family since she was a child. She was used to working in the market.
The smell of the peddler was still there, with red roots and white hair. When he saw Yuan Qingling putting on airs, he couldn't help but make some sarcastic remarks.
Yuan Qingling didn't even raise her eyebrows and said, "Are you saying that the palace is too poor to eat millet porridge?"
Luan was startled, "I didn't say that the palace was poor."
"That means that I, the princess, have failed. I can't even get enough to eat in the palace, so I have to go back to my parents' house to beg for porridge."
Yuan Qingling's eyes flashed sharply, staring at Luan.
Mrs. Luan is so frustrated, what the hell is this? When Yuan Qingling went back to her parents' home in the past, didn't she have to go to her parents' home? Why is she so majestic today?
The second old lady smiled and said: "Well, why are you two so weird? Why haven't you come this early? Come and have a look. By the way, didn't Mother Zhang make sweet-scented osmanthus cake today?
Bring some to the princess as well."
After all, he is a snobbery. If he swallows it lukewarmly, he is just eating millet porridge.
After a while, there was sweet-scented osmanthus cake to eat.