Madam Wang left Prince Wei’s Manor with Wu Yining, returning to the Wu Family with a sullen face.
"Mother, what does the Princess Consort Wei an by this? She didn’t even see us." Wu Yining pouted, "I didn’t even see Brother Crown Prince."
The two went to Prince Wei’s Manor to pay respects to the Princess Consort, only to be told she was in a Buddhist Fasting Retreat for seven days and was not seeing any visitors.
This was clearly avoidance!
Madam Wang’s face darkened as she said, "What do you an, just a matter of burning bridges after crossing."
Once it was said she was unwell and couldn’t see anyone, and the second ti she was in a Buddhist retreat, clearly avoiding them.
Perhaps they thought that after venting, they were of no use anymore, and thus avoided seeing them.
The more Madam Wang thought about it, the more likely it seed, and her heart grew heavier.
"Nanny Wei, Nanny Wei..."
"Madam. Nanny twisted her ankle and is still recuperating at ho." Qing Lian stepped forward to remind her.
Madam Wang furrowed her brows, "It’s been days, and she’s not fully recovered?"
"Nanny is getting on in years, and she caught a cold in the past couple of days, so she sent a young maid to have report to Madam!" Qing Lian, seeing Madam Wang in a foul mood, stepped carefully.
Madam Wang’s face looked even worse, "That old hag, always shirking responsibility."
Qing Lian dared not reply.
"Mother, this Nanny Wei is old and no longer useful. You should promote others from below, or when it cos down to it, there’ll be no one to use," Wu Yining suddenly said.
Madam Wang was taken aback, instinctively looking towards Qing Lian.
Qing Lian received Madam’s look, her heart skipped a beat, but her face remained expressionless.
"You may leave now," Madam Wang said to Qing Lian, "Fetch so wild ginseng from the manor and send it to Nanny Wei, see when she can recover to serve."
"Yes," Qing Lian bowed her head, retreated two steps, turned and walked out, stood under the corridor, glanced at the courtyard, and let out a long breath.
Madam Wang looked at Wu Yining and said, "What if we assign Qing Lian to your father?"
Wu Yining was stunned, "Mother, aren’t you keeping her as the housekeeper?"
"Previously, Nanny Wei wanted her son Ping An to match with Qing Lian, but Qing Lian said she saw Ping An as a brother and wasn’t keen," Madam Wang said, "She’s been with for so years, and I hesitate to let her go. Either for your father or to match with a young housekeeper in the manor. As you said, Nanny Wei is getting old, and she hinted to before that the old hag wants to sever ties."
"Mother, Nanny Wei is your wet nurse, raised you since childhood, and knows too much. If she severs ties, she can’t be controlled!"
Madam Wang was surprised by her daughter’s words, saying, "You’ve grown, beco cunning."
Wu Yining’s eyes flickered, head lowered, "After experiencing so much, how could I not rember?" Her tone carried resentnt.
Madam Wang was montarily choked, "This is how people grow; if you rember, you will walk a straighter path in the future."
"What good does it do, I can’t even see Brother Crown Prince."
Madam Wang’s face sank again, clenching her fist, "Rest assured, if they really burn bridges after crossing, mother will find you soone better."
Wu Yining didn’t respond to these words.
Sure enough, the next morning, they heard that the Princess Consort Wei arranged for Crown Prince Wei to be betrothed to the Legitimate Daughter of Eldest Princess Jinyang, Commandery Princess Channing, Lu Qianqian as the Crown Princess, with an edict from the Empress Dowager herself.
When the news broke, Madam Wang nearly fainted with rage. Upon hearing that Wu Lihong had written so sentintal poem or morial for that old bat Madam Zhou, she was even angrier, and Wu Yining smashed several vases in a fit.
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