The maid took a glance and whispered, "That’s Mrs. Qin from the Rong Family."
Yun Jiao’s lips slowly curled up. No wonder the Rong Family was persistently causing her trouble; Mrs. Qin was none other than Qin Yan, who once wanted to marry Jiang Youzhi.
This woman was truly interesting.
Yun Jiao sat for a while, seeing that the Qin Master had not yet started, she got up to change clothes.
The changing area was a bit far from the garden. As Yun Jiao erged and walked a distance, she happened to encounter Qin Yan.
Qin Yan stood not far away, staring at her.
Yun Jiao suddenly realized this wasn’t a chance encounter; Qin Yan had seen her leave her seat and purposely followed her.
Luckily, she hadn’t really gone to change clothes either.
Yun Jiao looked at her with an ambiguous smile, then glanced around before slowly walking over.
Qin Yan stood still, and as Yun Jiao approached, she quickly said, "Being humiliated like that by you all those years ago, it was the greatest sha of my life."
"Yun Jiao, I won’t let you go!"
As she finished speaking, Yun Jiao happened to be beside her, and suddenly Qin Yan moved to push Yun Jiao.
By the roadside, there was a cluster of roses, thorny and dangerous; if one fell onto it, the skin on the face and hands would surely be scratched and cut.
That was why Qin Yan had deliberately waited for Yun Jiao there.
However, Yun Jiao had long noticed the roses. As Qin Yan’s shoulder moved, she swiftly dodged forward.
At the sa ti, under the cover of her wide sleeves, she spilled the powder from a small ceramic bottle onto Qin Yan’s dress.
This was sothing she had secretly taken from the dicine cabinet under the pretense of changing clothes.
Qin Yan missed her push entirely and stumbled to the side.
She was fortunately standing a bit away from the roses; luck was on her side as she only got her hair caught in the rose branches while her hand got scraped.
Her appearance, however, was quite disheveled.
Yun Jiao laughed a few tis, a hand over her mouth, and quickly walked away.
Two maids hurriedly helped Qin Yan up.
Qin Yan slapped one maid across the face, "How can you serve like this, watching fall without pulling back!"
The maid didn’t dare to talk back, keeping her head low, and slowly helped Qin Yan inside.
Qin Yan felt a burning sensation on her palm, and looking down, found both of her palms scraped.
A maid from the Princess Mansion quickly brought dicine to treat Qin Yan’s wounds.
Another maid brought a vanity case to help Qin Yan fix her hair.
After tidying up every detail, Qin Yan returned to the garden with a darkened face.
Just as Qin Yan sat down in the garden, she saw a man in white, with flowing robes, carrying a zither, heading towards the Waterside Pavilion.
The ladies in the garden suddenly grew restless; many stood up to get a better look at the Qin Master.
The Qin Master was exceedingly handso, appeared to be in his thirties, with two striking eyebrows under which his affectionate Taohua eyes shimred.
Qin Yan almost cried out in delight as she clamped her hand over her mouth.
She always liked beautiful n, and he was even more to her liking than Jiang Youzhi had been in the past.
She quickly realized she might have seed a bit out of control and glanced around to see that many of the ladies were also captivated by the man’s appearance, staring unblinkingly.
Only Yun Jiao took one look and then withdrew her gaze.
At ho, she saw Jiang You every day, and had developed quite a tolerance for handso n.
Moreover, she felt the Qin Master’s eyes seed a bit mischievous; considering there were only won present, he shouldn’t be casting glances this way if he were a proper gentleman.
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