"I've rebelled against you." Me Mo, who came with Chang Ping, shouted angrily: "I can't even enter a single study room? Is this really justified? Princess Jin Zhi Yu Ye married the prince according to the emperor's decree. , do you bitches have eyes? Let alone the study, even the ancestral temple can be entered by our princess. If you keep talking nonsense, be careful that the princess tells the prince to whip you bitches."
"Prince Concubine, please listen to me. Not even the old prince can enter the Crown Prince's study. If you insist on entering, we can't afford it if the Crown Prince blames you." The elderly housekeeper begged bitterly.
Under the sun, Chang Ping's delicate whitewashed face showed a hint of sneer: "Blame? What? If you are afraid of the Crown Prince's blame, aren't you afraid of the Crown Prince's blame? In your eyes, there is only Yan Que, not me, right?"
"Don't you dare." The housekeeper waved his hand hurriedly, looking frightened.
…
"What's going on?" Yan Buhuan asked coldly. Changping has been arrogant for more than a day or two, and she still doesn't know why Yan Que recruited such a woman into his home. The old housekeeper is very old. I heard that he was an old subordinate of his father. Because he was injured on the battlefield and could no longer do physical work, his father recruited him to work in the mansion. The same goes for other people in the mansion. Some They are still the descendants of old subordinates.
The passing maid whispered: "Recently, the prince always stays in the study. The prince and concubine are going to visit the prince's study early this morning. As you know, princess, the prince usually doesn't let us enter his study... But The Crown Princess didn’t listen…”
Yan Buhuan lowered his face and was surprised when he saw the bruises under the corners of the maid's mouth: "What's wrong with your face?"
She only knew that Chang Ping would often beat and scold his servants, but she didn't expect that he would be so harsh. How many days had it passed?
The maid's name was Bi'er, and her family was full of loyal men. Because of the war, all the men died in the battle, and she was the only one left.
"It's okay...it's okay." Bi'er shook her head quickly, fearing that Yan Buhuan would be suspicious, and said hurriedly: "I still have something to do. Princess, I have resigned."
"Stop." Just when Bi'er passed by her, Yan Buhuan grabbed her hand. Bi'er raised her head in shock, and a small, battered face was revealed.
It turned out that not only were there marks on the corners of the mouth, but also the forehead and cheeks were covered with bloodshot eyes. It looked like they were scratched by someone's palm.
"Slave...Slave..." Bi'er was so anxious that she didn't know what she was doing.
Yan Buhuan slowly let go of her hand and sighed: "Why don't you tell the old prince and the prince?"
If my father knew how harshly these servants were treated, he would never sit idly by and watch.
But no one complained.
Bi'er bit her lip and whispered: "We are already at odds with Prince Changping's Palace when we return to Prince Jiang's Mansion, so asking this servant to file a complaint...won't it make matters worse? My servant, like everyone else, wants our Prince's Mansion to get better and better."
Bi'er understands the righteousness well, but Changping regards these people's good intentions as a joke. Now that her father has entered the palace again, she is the only one left here.
If they don't correct the atmosphere in the mansion today, they will be laughed at when they return to Prince Jiang's mansion.
"You go down, I know what to do."
"The princess doesn't want it. It's okay for us to suffer a little grievance. When we return to the fiefdom, our lives will be easier. The princess doesn't have to deal with the princess at all..."
