At night, when the cold wind blows, there is naturally a slight chill in your bones.
Zhongqing walked through the corridor and stopped outside the door. After thinking about it carefully for a while, she found that there was not much wrong with her thinking.
Zhongqing saw a maid carrying water coming over. She quickly stepped forward, pulled out a big ball from her clothes, and handed it to the maid, "Please tell Sister Ziyuan that I want to see the eldest lady.
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When the maid saw Dayang, she nodded, took the money, and walked into the house.
Later, Ziyuan walked out of the room. She naturally knew that Zhongqing was the young commander's favorite, so when she spoke, she was much more polite than others: "Zhongqing, come in."
Zhong Qing then followed Ziyuan and walked into the eldest lady's room.
The eldest wife's room was decorated in an antique style, without using those Western things, and the eldest wife did not wear a cheongsam, but wore old clothes from the Qing Dynasty, with her hair tied up in a bun, and she sat on the couch.
When he saw Zhong Qing come in, he didn't say anything. He just glanced at Zhong Qing with his eyes and found that this woman was really beautiful. No wonder his son did something random when he saw her!
Zhongqing walked to the center of the hall and stood there to greet the eldest lady.
After waiting for a long time, the eldest lady did not speak or let her get up. Zhongqing was puzzled in her heart, but she did not raise her head to look.
For a long time, Zhong Qing felt that he could no longer hold on, and then he heard the eldest lady's voice slowly coming: "Get up."
Zhong Qing straightened up and looked at the eldest lady secretly. She looked like she was only in her early thirties. She must have had a young master when she was fourteen or fifteen.
