In the corner of the room, there are piles of makeup items sent by Qing Yan and Qing Han. They seemed to have discussed it in advance. One sent a purse and the other an embroidered handkerchief. There were sixty-six purses and embroidered handkerchiefs.
There are also eighty-eight handkerchiefs, which are quite auspicious numbers.
Originally, when my sister got married, it was okay for her sisters to help embroider some purse handkerchiefs. The problem was that the two of them were equally good at embroidery, and the patterns were extremely simple. Even as a reward to the servants, she found it difficult to do so.
Don't say you use it for yourself.
The key point is that the two of them knew that they were pressed for time and were afraid that she would not be able to embroider enough, so they thought of helping to share some of the work.
Humph, it was obviously just to make fun of her.
If she hadn't been preoccupied with the Wang family's breakup of their engagement and had no time to deal with them, otherwise she would have given these two little bastards a good lesson and showed them some color.
Xiangman took the box and when Qingrao didn't say anything, he took the initiative to open it. Inside, he saw two bottles of medicine for treating bruises and two boxes of dark-colored rouge.
I was quite puzzled for a while and asked: "Miss, what do you mean by this?"
When he saw those things, Qingrao's face couldn't help but turn blue and white, his eyes were as cold as a poisoned sword, he gritted his teeth and said, "How do I know? If I want to ask you, you should also ask that.
That's the bitch. Huh, they are all waiting to see my joke. That bitch, she thinks it's great just because she climbed up to the Ninth Prince? Sooner or later, I will let her fall into my hands.
When the time comes, I will definitely make her life worse than death."
Mentioning the Ninth Prince, Xiang Manlen suddenly thought of something and exclaimed: "Ah, I remembered it. After I delivered the letter, I stayed outside the Wang's house for a while. Before I left, I seemed to have seen someone from the Wang's house.
The carriage went to Wang's house."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Before he finished speaking, he received a hard slap from Qingrao, "You are such a loser who fails to achieve anything but fails to do anything."
Then, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "It must be the fault of that bitch Qing Wan. Sooner or later, I will get it back, and I will definitely pay back all the humiliation I suffered today ten times and a hundred times."
Give it to her."
Xiangman's cheek was hit with burning pain, and he felt a "buzzing buzzing" sound in his ears, but he lowered his head and did not dare to hum a word.
On the other side, Qingrao had vented enough and calmed down for a moment. Then he glared at Xiangman and urged: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you quickly find a way to help me prepare the carriage? I want to go out."
"But it's so late?" Xiangman tried to persuade him at the risk of being scolded.
Qingrao, feeling irritable, stopped the other party and said: "Shut up, go ahead if you are told."
Seeing that the other party remained motionless, his anger rose a little more, and his voice became more and more sinister: "Why, have you even begun to question my decision? No matter what, I am still the second young lady of this family. It's true.
Even if you marry into the Wang family, you will still be your master."
"I don't dare, slave."
Xiangman hurriedly lowered his head, turned around and walked towards the door and said: "I will go and help the young lady prepare."
Behind him, Qingrao's voice sounded again, "Remember, don't let me and my wife know about my leaving the house. Also, you all stay in the house, no one needs to follow me."
That night, no one knew where Qingrao went. They only knew that the Wang family's wedding team did not arrive as expected the next day. It was said that the Wang family's son suddenly fell ill at night, slipped and fell into a well, and died.