After rebirth, the violent prince waited online for the princess to reconcile and divorce.

Chapter 38 Imitation and Fake Painting

Aunt Zhou, who had been frightened all the way, couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she saw Xie Ning's leaving figure.

as predicted.

As soon as Xie Ning left, Lady Song winked, and the other maids bowed their heads and left.

The door closes.

Without waiting for Mrs. Song to make a move, Grandma Zhou knelt down with a plop.

"Madam, please forgive me, slave, slave..."

Aunt Zhou didn't say anything for a long time.

Mainly, she didn't expect that Xie Lingyu would take it out like this in front of the old lady.

She thought that the most she could do was bring it to Madam for explanation.

and……

Those things were originally what the lady asked her to take.

Even though she secretly took more.

But there's nothing wrong with writing the wife's name...

Grandma Zhou lowered her body and stopped talking. She just kept kowtowing to Mrs. Song.

In the empty room, only the sound of kowtows could be heard continuously.

The little maids guarding outside the house looked at each other.

Aunt Zhou is Madam's dowry maid. She has been with Madam for decades. She is deeply trusted and favored by Madam. She is usually more respectable than the concubines in the backyard.

In the Hou Mansion, in addition to the masters and Nanny Zhang who was beside the old lady, who among the others would not smile to please Nanny Zhou when they met her?
Even the prince respects her.

Prestigious for decades.

But when I returned to the yard today, the right side of my face was red and swollen. It was obvious that I had been beaten quite hard.

Now it's like this in the house again.

"Tell me, what did Nanny Zhou do?"

The little maids gathered together and whispered.

"It's definitely a big deal to make Madam so angry."

A little maid said.

Others gave her a roll of their eyes, "What do you mean?"

"I heard that Nanny Zhou used the wife's name to steal a lot of things from the private treasury of the deceased wife! Together with the famous paintings and treasures, we can buy a big house with three entrances and three exits in the south of the city."

"hiss--"

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

The house in the south of the city is the most expensive in Shengjing.

Grandma is so brave this week!

Sang Ye drove everyone away: "Have you finished the work at hand? Are you talking about the master's affairs here? Do you want to be punished?"

"Sister Sanye, we were wrong."

The little maid hurriedly begged for mercy, leaving two to guard the door while the others dispersed.

Sang Ye stood in front of the door, looking at the closed door, listening to the pleading voice of Aunt Zhou in the house, her eyes were incomprehensible.

Half a year ago, Mrs. Hou's other maid left the house to get married, so she was promoted.

She should have been very dignified and dignified, but Mrs. Hou left all important matters to Aunt Zhou. She was like the most ordinary second-class maid, only doing odd jobs.

The little maids in the courtyard didn't respect her very much either.

How could Sang Ye, who had always been strong, endure this?

She tried her best to get ahead, but the madam didn't look at her at all. When the prince's wife came into the mansion, she thought about whether to transfer to Zhilan Court.

But the Crown Prince's wife came with two big maids. Once she passed, she could only be a second-class maid at best.

Not only will the status be reduced and the monthly silver will be reduced, but it will also arouse suspicion on both sides.

Mulberry will never do anything that is not worth the gain.

Thinking of this, Sang Ye stood closer to the door.

The movement in the room can also be heard more clearly.

On the floor, Nanny Zhou had already scratched out traces of blood.

Mrs. Song frowned and didn't want to look.

After following her for so long, even the Li Nu family dog ​​can develop feelings, let alone her confidant.

"Okay, stop kowtowing. Tell me, what should I do now? I sent the Xishan Picture to Mr. Fu. Do you think I should beg to come back?!"

The old lady kept her word.If the painting cannot be returned to Xie Lingyu in three days, she will be finished.

Maybe I won't be able to leave this room for the next six months.

"Picture of Xishan..."

Grandma Zhou's head was so dizzy that she hadn't recovered yet.

Mrs. Song anxiously walked around the room.

I was thirsty and wanted to drink some tea, but found that there was none in the room.

He immediately yelled outside: "There's not even tea. Do you want me to die of thirst?"

Mulberry leaf outside the door quickly came in with a pot of tea.

Bypassing Aunt Zhou, she walked to Mrs. Song.

She poured a glass.

He said very thoughtfully: "The slaves specially asked them to send a pot of warm tea that is most suitable for drinking."

Mrs. Song, who had been troubled all day, picked it up and took a sip of milk.

Mulberry then added another cup.

Mrs. Song was somewhat satisfied: "It's safe to do things. What's your name?"

Sang Ye's body stiffened, and he lowered his head and said, "My name is Sang Ye, madam, and she is the first-class maid in your courtyard."

"Oh, it's you!"

Song didn't care much.

"Okay, let's go out."

Sang Ye also knelt down with a plop.

This sudden movement frightened Mrs. Song so much that she leaned back.

"What are you doing?"

Sang Ye said: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I just knew about Madam's worries. I have an idea. I don't know whether to talk about it or not."

"Tell me!"

When Mrs. Song heard this, her eyes lit up and she didn't care about eavesdropping.

Sang Ye said: "I know that there is a good painter in the city named Li Miaoshou, who is very good at confusing the real with the fake. Why don't you send someone to make a copy of it from him?"

Song was in trouble: "That's a century-old famous painting. Even if he can paint it [-]%, it's too new. Xie Lingyu won't believe it!"

Sang Ye chuckled: "Madam, let him find a roll of drawing paper from a hundred years ago, and then draw on it. This is what he eats, so he naturally knows how to make it look old."

Mrs. Song suddenly understood, clapped her hands and praised: "You are really smart, little maid."

Sang Ye was unfazed, pursed his lips and smiled.

When Grandma Zhou heard about Li Miao's hand, she looked frightened.

"No, madam, if this is discovered..."

"Then what better idea do you have? Let me lose my face and ask for help from Mr. Fu? Or let me simply be punished by the old lady, lose all face, and be imprisoned in the house?"

Mrs. Song had made up her mind, but Nanny Zhou couldn't come up with a better solution.

She simply stopped caring about Aunt Zhou and looked at the mulberry leaves with a smile.

"You will leave the house today and make a trip for me, so that Li Miaoshou must be the most truthful and make no mistakes. If you do a good job, I will have my own reward."

Sang Ye responded and was about to go out.

Mrs. Song added: "Go out quietly, don't let others notice."

"Yes, ma'am, I will be careful."

After she left, Mrs. Song looked at Nanny Zhou who was still kneeling motionless, feeling disgusted in her heart.

Fortunately, the biggest problem in my heart has been half solved.

The anxiety in her heart also eased a lot.

He just sighed with some disappointment: "A little maid under twenty is so smart and sensible, how about you look at yourself again?"

"Do you think I don't know about those little tricks of yours? It's just out of consideration for you and me as master and servant, I've always turned a blind eye."

"You should rest well for the next two days and let a doctor treat the wound on your face."

After giving the instructions, Ms. Song felt physically and mentally exhausted and went back to the wing to prepare for a good rest.

Aunt Zhou was left kneeling there.

Naturally, I also missed the hatred on Grandma Zhou’s face.

(End of this chapter)