The eldest lady then slowly turned her head, looking at Zhong Qing with a very serious look: "What is going on with those sachets? In the Yi family, you would rather kill by mistake than let go!"
In that era, women had always been restrained. The more aristocratic, the more powerful the family, the more prominent the family, the more submissive and obedient a woman was.
This is a drawback that has accumulated over thousands of years of history.
It has ruined generations of women and given them no chance to let their thoughts fly.
Just like, it is right for a woman to have three obediences and four virtues, and it is right for a man to have three wives and four concubines.
No one dares to pursue equality, but no one dares to resist this inequality.
Zhongqing looked at the eldest lady, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with what the eldest lady said. She still smiled lightly, "A sachet?"
She said it very naturally, as if the sachet in the mouth of the eldest lady had nothing to do with her.
"Those sachets were in Zhongqing's room. Zhongqing just felt bored. He accidentally discovered that he had brought some spices, roses, and lilies with him, so he made them into sachets on a whim. Zhongqing didn't know that they were in the young marshal's room.
, there is also a sachet like that.”
The eldest lady's eyes narrowed. After a long time, she turned her head, her eyes half-believing.
Zhongqing acted extremely calmly. She had done this kind of drama countless times since she was a child. She was no longer a woman who looked the same on the inside.
She can hate in her heart and love on her face.
She can still cry in her heart and smile on her face.
She has practiced covering up one outfit after another, pretending to be so natural, as if she doesn't know who she is.
Autumn is getting deeper and deeper.
The wind outside the window was so strong that the eldest lady's window lattice kept ringing.
The room was quiet, no one spoke.
The morning sun rose from the east, caressing Zhong Qing's cheeks, adding a touch of bright red.
After a long while, the eldest lady picked up the white porcelain cup on the side, took a sip of tea, glanced sideways at Zhongqing while sipping, and asked very casually: "What about the mint?"
"Mint?" Zhongqing smiled, and then slowly lowered her head, her face turned a little unnaturally red, as if she was embarrassed.
"Zhongqing heard that many places in the Yi family use mint to add flavor, so Zhongqing sent people to find mint grass and learn to make incense. There was always nothing to do, but they kept learning, but they didn't succeed.