A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace-Chapter 921: Abuse

Nowadays, life has improved.

Madam’s status is incomparable to the past.

Now she lives in the best courtyard, uses the finest Ground Dragon, and burns the premium charcoal.

No longer do master and servant have to squeeze onto the same bed.

However, since Madam has already said so.

Hong Rui found it hard to refuse any longer.

After washing up, she took off her shoes and climbed into bed.

The two squeezed into the same quilt.

Lady Wen became cheerful.

"This is much better!"

"I suddenly find myself reminiscing about those hard days from back then!"

Hong Rui smiled and said.

"Madam, don’t say that! Who would miss the hard days!"

"Since the young master and miss are promising, in the future, you’ll enjoy great fortune!"

Lady Wen thought about it as she felt her eyes moistening.

Under the dim candlelight, her eyes sparkled with tears.

"Hong Rui, if it weren’t for you all these years!"

"I truly don’t know how I would’ve made it through alone!"

Thinking of that kind of man and that kind of backyard, now it chills her to the bone.

Hong Rui was also slightly choked up.

"Everything is behind us! The future will be increasingly better!"

Lady Wen shook her head with tears.

"I know the hardships I endured, but who knows how much my children have suffered!"

"Hong Rui, whenever I think of Tingfeng, my heart aches!"

He went from being a commoner to a third-rank Marquis.

How many times did he risk his life, after all?

Without anyone teaching him martial arts, how much suffering did he endure to learn independently?

It’s said that children of the poor take charge early.

But the Xia Family isn’t poor.

Yet his children still had to strive early, simply because he was born of a concubine?!

How ridiculous!

Other families also have children of concubines, but not like this.

Speaking of which, Hong Rui quickly persuaded her.

"Madam, you are a wise person, I can’t explain the big picture clearly!"

"I only know one saying, ’Jade needs refining to become useful!’"

"The Third Miss and Third Master seem to enjoy privileges, but you see?"

They’re just two ignorant and foolish little chubby kids.

What they’ll become in the future, can be imagined without others saying more!

Lady Wen thought it over thoroughly and felt it seemed quite true.

Immediately, she wiped her tears.

"See me, crying for what?!"

Hong Rui instantly laughed.

"Exactly, Madam, why are you crying?"

"Your good days are just starting now!"

"Lady Yao has been confined by the master, and the mansion’s main powers are here."

"The Marquis is esteemed by the Emperor in the Capital City, and the Miss is soon marrying into the Minister’s Mansion."

"Even the Noble Consort in the palace and the Second Master of our household appreciate your virtues!"

"As the saying goes, good begets good and evil begets evil, this is your blessing!"

Lady Wen couldn’t help but smile upon hearing this.

"Alright, you’re skilled at saying comforting words!"

"The former Madam treated me with deep kindness, her children naturally should be well cared for by me!"

"As for my own children, I never expect them to achieve great things!"

"As long as they lead a peaceful life, I’ll be content!"

Hong Rui laughed promptly.

"That’s certain!"

She glanced at the sky outside.

Hong Rui then advised: "The hour is late, tomorrow the mansion will begin preparing for the annual sacrifices, madam should rest early!"

"Mm!"

Lady Wen nodded, exhaled deeply.

She turned over, lay down, and promptly closed her eyes to sleep.

Hong Rui gently stepped off the bed to extinguish the lamp and settled down to sleep.

During the latter half of the night, it started snowing outside.

Inside Lady Wen’s chamber, the warmth from the Ground Dragon was barely noticeable.

Whereas in Lady Yao’s quarters, it was bitterly harsh.

The most remote and modest courtyard lacked a Ground Dragon!

Even the charcoal fires were the poorest quality.

The windows were inadequately sealed, with holes in the window paper.

The north wind, mixed with snowflakes, found every gap to seep into the room.

Blowing snow into Lady Yao’s quilts.

Unable to bear the cold, she arose to call for assistance.

"Chun Xia! Chun Xia!"

Chun Xia was a maid she bought the year she entered the mansion.

With quick wit and relative loyalty to her.

After several calls without a response, Lady Yao wrapped herself in clothing and headed to the side room.

She coincidentally bumped into Chun Xia who had similarly wrapped up and hurried back inside.

Master and servant collided abruptly.

"Ah!!"

"Oh my!"

Lady Yao screeched, falling to the ground.

Chun Xia, seeing this, forgot her forehead pain and quickly went to help.

"Madam, are you alright?"

Lady Yao clutching her painfully throbbing forehead, struggled to stand.

"Alright? How can I be alright!"

"I’m freezing to death!"

In this cold weather, how can anyone sleep!

During the festive season, that wretched Lady Wen has indeed maltreated her!

It’s already the twenty-seventh of the twelfth month, and the winter bedding hasn’t been sent.

The old cotton quilts lack warmth, driving her to madness.

Chun Xia offered soothing words.

"Madam, should I find another quilt for you?"

About to step out as she spoke.

Lady Yao felt teary, yet dry.

"Enough! Find what, I already have three on, pressing on my back causing pain, it’s simply not warm!"

"Adding another would break my back!"

Chun Xia appeared helpless.

"But..."

"Madam, your health is paramount!"

"Tomorrow the mansion must hold sacrifices, falling ill would be dire!"

Lady Yao sneered.

"Sacrifices?"

"Think it over, do sacrifices have anything to do with me now?!"

"That wretched woman hoards the master’s affection! Tempting the master, completely forgetting me!"

"Once I’m free, I won’t let things slide easily!"

Lady Yao’s sharp gaze became cold.

Chun Xia quickly flattered.

"Madam, you’re absolutely right!"

"You are the true mistress of this mansion!"

"Ultimately, the house still needs you..."

Before the voice faded, a gust of cold wind blew in.

Lady Yao shivered.

"Enough, enough, stop talking!"

"Is there any charcoal left? Without it, I can’t sleep!"

Despite the daytime’s demoralization, in the face of survival, she had to confront her basic needs of life.

"Yes, yes!"

"I’ll add charcoal for you immediately!"

Chun Xia turned and left the room.

Lady Yao returned to the bed to wait.

Another gust of northern wind howled by.

Snowflakes lined the window cracks, hitting her face.

With anger bubbling up, Lady Yao rose.

Finding a random book, she tore out pages, dabbed wax attempting to patch the window.

Yet, the wind outside was too strong.

Several tries later, the patch wouldn’t stay.

At last, in frustration, she bunched the paper into a ball and tossed it aside, obstinately perched herself on the bed.

Thinking about her current situation.

Thinking about not being able to even go and see her children, she shed tears of grievance.

Chun Xia returned with the charcoal.

Seeing her crying, while lighting the fire basin, she comforted.

"Madam, as the saying goes, even an old horse might stumble, let alone us!"

"Keep this account for now, and settle it in due course later!"

Lady Yao angrily wiped away her tears.

Lending down, she went to warm herself.

Unexpectedly, a plume of black smoke shot up, irritating her eyes.

"Cough, cough!"

"What is this!"

"Charcoal?!" Chun Xia looked surprised.

"Black coal? How could it be black coal? Previously, they were always fruitwood charcoal!" Lady Yao was astonished.