"Princess, the master has already dealt with the prince's people! He will probably come to pick you up soon!"
Yun Xiao looked relaxed and rushed over to report the news as soon as he got the news from the capital.
"Very good……"
Ye Qingcheng has been a little uneasy these days. Although she knows that Jun Mochen is powerful, she is still worried.
Now that I have the exact news, I feel relieved.
"Green radish! Green radish! Get ready and eat dumplings tonight!"
Whenever she feels happy, she subconsciously wants to eat dumplings, which has become her unwritten habit.
"I understand, young lady, I will prepare it now! There are twenty-eight kinds of stuffing, not one of them is missing!"
Luluo smiled mischievously, not forgetting to tease her young lady.
"You are becoming more and more disobedient! Hurry up and get ready! Pack more bags! Team Yun also has a share!"
Yun Xiao cheered and turned around to tell the members of Team Yun the good news.
They had always listened to Li Li telling them how delicious the dumplings made by the princess were, and now they had the opportunity to eat them.
However, it seems that Li Qiye will be out soon, right?
He really didn't want to leave the princess, but Mo Li was given to the princess by his master, so it was temporarily different from him.
Ye Qingcheng locked the door, went into the space, took out the little white fox, and added medicinal materials to the alchemy furnace.
Not long after, Luluo came back looking a little strange.
Qing Luo followed her, her eyes still a little red, her head lowered and she didn't speak.
"What's going on? I asked you to prepare dumplings. Why are you back so soon?"
Ye Qingcheng subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he still asked.
"Miss, we went to the big kitchen to get the ingredients, but the people in the big kitchen said that there is no habit of running a small stove in the house. Everything must be arranged in the big kitchen, not even in the old lady's yard!"
"The slave said that it will be done in the big kitchen. The dumplings can be made by the slave and Qingluo. Anyway, it's still early, but the manager of the big kitchen refused to let him go and said that dinner has been arranged. If we enjoy it,
If you don’t eat it, it will be wasted!”
"He also said... that the young lady is living under someone else's roof, so she shouldn't ask for too much..."
"Qingluo went up to argue with him, but he slapped her so hard that her face became swollen!"
Ye Qingcheng looked over carefully, and sure enough, Qingluo's other cheek was swollen.
The little girl deliberately covered her cheeks so that she could not see her, but her eyes were red.
"Miss?" Luluo called out when she saw that Ye Qingcheng was silent.
Ye Qingcheng never knew what tolerance was, and now it was her girl who was being beaten. If this was the end of it, she would die of embarrassment.
"Come on, let's go take a look!"
She stepped out and walked out to meet the kitchen steward who had eyes on the top of his head.
Green Luo followed and left, but Qingluo on the side grabbed her arm and spoke in a low voice.
"Miss, we will leave soon, but it looks like the old lady is staying here, so we'd better not go to trouble. Why don't the slaves go out to buy ingredients and come back and cook them by yourself in the small kitchen in the yard?
?"
Her little face wrinkled up and she persuaded her young lady, "It's okay, my slave. It was my slave who scolded the steward first. Let's hurry up and buy ingredients to make dumplings! Celebrate the return of His Royal Highness the War King!"
The two of them were so happy that they cried when they first learned that His Highness the War King had faked his death.
Fortunately, fortunately His Highness the King of War is not really dead. He is really good to his young lady, and his young lady really likes His Highness the King of War.
Now that we know that two people worked together to set a trap for the prince, and he did not really die, the result couldn't be better.
Ye Qingcheng touched Qingluo's head and said, "Good boy! How can things be as simple as you think? This place is obviously more complicated than the Prime Minister's Mansion. I don't worry about leaving my grandmother here! Let's go? Go to the big kitchen and have a look!"
When I took the two girls to the big kitchen, the fat nanny, the steward of the big kitchen, was still showing off her power to others.
"You guys, hurry up, what's the point of lingering? Do you want to delay the eldest lady's meal?"
Madam? So this fat steward must be Chen Jia’s person?
Chen Jia looks gentle and easy to talk to, but she actually has such a person in her hands.
Ye Qingcheng stepped forward without saying hello to the fat nanny, and went directly to the big kitchen.
When Fat Auntie saw this, she immediately shouted to stop them.
"Miss Tang, why did you come here in person? Didn't I tell you? Dinner has been arranged. If you don't eat it, it will be wasted! Our master is an upright and honest man, and it is not okay to waste food like this!"
With that said, he blocked Ye Qingcheng's face and said with some contempt, "Besides, I don't even know what these dumplings are, but I can't make them! Guests have to follow the master's arrangements. This is not the Prime Minister's Mansion, and there are all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas!"
What we have here is just plain food! If you can’t get used to it, there’s nothing you can do about it! Our master is just a county magistrate!”
There was something in Fat Auntie's words, and she was mocking and implying something, but the expression on her face did not show any respect for Ye Qingcheng.
"Shut up! In front of you is the current Princess of Anping! It's not like a little slave like you can talk nonsense and be disrespectful! Why don't you kneel down?"
Luluo spoke sharply.
The fat nun disdainfully said, "Why don't you return Princess Anping? Why don't you come to our house and rely on our master to live a life? Who doesn't know that Miss Tang is not favored in the Prime Minister's house, and now her fiancée is dead! Since she wants to live under someone else's roof, she must
Do what you should do if you are dependent on someone else! One condition at a time, what’s going on?”
Luluo was so angry that she dared to say that her young lady was living under someone else's roof?
Fortunately, His Highness the King of War just faked his death. If she had said these words yesterday, she would have been so impulsive as to kill someone.
I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart. Fortunately, the young lady's life was good and His Royal Highness the War King was not really dead. Otherwise, it would have been so uncomfortable to hear what this fat woman said.
"Who did you hear these words from?"
Ye Qingcheng spoke calmly, and when he asked the question, he was so calm that his mood was not affected at all by the fat woman's words.
Living under someone else's roof? The fiancée is dead? Not favored in the prime minister's house?
Yes, these messages were her labels, but that was before.
The person who brought the news to the fat woman was a little slow in coming. She had not yet heard about what happened in the capital. She did not even know that the prince was deposed and the queen was exterminated.
Not to mention the news that Jun Mochen just faked his death.
"Miss Tang, it's better to go back and stay in your own yard! If you're hungry, drink water first to fill your stomach. Dinner must be delivered on time!"
The fat lady was arrogant and did not answer Ye Qingcheng's questions. Instead, she arranged things for her!
"Ha...Yun Xiao!" Ye Qingcheng saw that it was useless to talk nonsense with this person. He was a top-notch person, so he directly ordered, "Hit her twenty times! If you are rude to this princess, it is a capital crime. Today, this princess will see you."
For the sake of my little uncle, I will spare you the death penalty, go back and tell your master, do your duty well, if you don’t want to die too miserably!"
She was now sure that Chen Jia had sent someone to inquire about things in the capital after they arrived.
And it seems that she told a lot about her situation in front of these servants.