"Zhongqing, the table where you serve the young master, Yuxiang, the table where you serve the second young master..."
After Ziyuan made arrangements, the other maids couldn't help but started talking about it.
"Zhongqing? The newcomer can actually serve the young commander?"
"That's right, I don't know what means she used to bribe Sister Ziyuan!"
"I have been looking forward to this family dinner for a month, but it seems I can only wait for the next month!"
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Everyone else said these words with regret, but Yuxiang shot a malicious and jealous light towards Zhongqing.
Usually, she was always the one waiting on the young marshal's table, and every time, she caught Ziyuan's fancy. But as soon as this woman came, she took away her only remaining hope in the Yi family!
Zhongqing has always been the most sensitive to this kind of gaze. What she fears most is offending others. If she offends others, she may endanger her own life. Especially in such a big family, people may die every day, and she is now the master.
Once the little maid, who had no power of restraint, was strangled to death, no one would stand up to avenge her.
Zhong Qing couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pulled Ziyuan's lapel, wanting to speak. Who knew that Ziyuan didn't give her any chance to speak, so she hurriedly urged: "Zhong Qing, please be more prompt, the young marshal's sedan has already been
Coming towards these, get ready to serve."
As he spoke, he gave Zhong Qing a warning look.
Zhong Qing had no choice but to walk to the front with some confusion and reluctance, waiting for the arrival of the young commander.
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The Hundred-Step Corridor, as the name suggests, is a corridor that can be walked in one hundred steps. It is very short and only one meter wide.
Often, people attending family dinners come here on foot.
However, the young commander is different.
The young commander is very lazy and is always asleep anytime and anywhere.
Just like now, a simple and compact couch was being carried, and a young handsome man in a white suit sat on it with a leisurely posture, his head resting quietly on the soft back, half-squinting
He closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The sedan walked in.
Stopped firmly on the ground.
No one dared to make the slightest sound.
For fear of disturbing the young commander's sleep.
