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Liu Fangyi and the He Family were both gentle-natured, and their attendants were not the type to bully others. Although they did not know who the two women were, seeing that they were both housewives of no great age, the Doorman kindly invited them to sit aside and wait for Mama Huang's return.
Unexpectedly, the two women were not satisfied and began to subtly inquire about their host's private matters. The Doorman grew somewhat annoyed and asked them several times about their origins.
They kept their secrets, refusing to answer no matter what.
The Doorman was no longer willing to deal with such people and decided to engage in conversation with others, ignoring them completely.
After a moment, when the women saw that no one was paying attention to them, they began to intentionally huff and mock the host family for their lack of manners.
The Doorman pretended not to hear and continued with his own tasks, not even casting a glance in their direction.
The women waited impatiently, as if a long time had passed, before Mama Huang finally reappeared.
Unable to contain themselves any longer, they stood up and craned their necks to look around Mama Huang. Not seeing the He Family made them even angrier, and they shouted, "How rude! We traveled all this way, and you won't even let us see them!"
Mama Huang did not respond immediately.
She accepted a cup of tea brought by the Doorman and sat down in a chair in the room.
After sipping a couple of times while looking at the floating tea leaves, Mama Huang finally spoke softly, "It's not that Madam is unwilling to meet you; it's just that she is busy and does not know your origins..."
"Origins?" The first woman, dressed in a dark blue embroidered short jacket that looked more refined, let out a hint of sarcasm. She glanced at Mama Huang from the corner of her eye and said, "If we were to reveal our origins, it would surely frighten you!"
Although Mama Huang had not been with the He Family for long, she had seen quite a few nobles from the Capital City. Hearing this remark, she took it as a joke and merely lowered her gaze to focus on the tea leaves floating up and down in her cup without saying a word.
The expression on the short-jacket woman's face gradually darkened.
Another woman dressed in a dark blue coat sensed the tension and quickly scolded, "This is Madam Zhao who serves beside the Matriarch. Where do you get the audacity to speak back to Madam Zhao!"
Mama Huang felt increasingly disgusted with the person in front of her.
Previously, she had heard scattered mentions of why the Madam followed the Master to the capital instead of staying at the ancestral home. She initially thought it was due to that heartbreaking incident, which had caused a rift between Matriarch and the Madam. However, she never expected that even a servant's mother who served Matriarch would dare to shout here and demand to see the head matriarch of the household.
If it were an ordinary servant, how could they be so bold? Clearly, it was with Matriarch's consent.
Recalling the Madam's troubled expression earlier and the Master's impatient orders, Mama Huang sighed inwardly.
Was Matriarch acting this way simply because the Master was a concubine-born son?
But she knew that the Liu Family had originally been poor; all of the family’s wealth was earned by the Master on the battlefield. If it weren't for their own Master, how could the Liu Family have such prosperity today?
Mama Huang felt a lump in her chest, unable to show any smile on her face. She stiffened her expression and said, "How dare you impersonate someone close to Matriarch! Who gave you the audacity? Someone, throw them out!"
The doormen had long been displeased with these two and were overjoyed at her words, rushing forward as if to drive them away.
Madam Zhao and the old woman panicked and shouted, "How dare you! We are serving Matriarch!” Then pointing at Mama Huang, she exclaimed, “You actually dare to speak nonsense!”
Mama Huang smiled faintly, about to respond when she noticed a group of people approaching from a distance.
She calculated her next move and paused for a moment. When those people got closer, she raised her voice and said, "Why would I speak nonsense? You are merely making baseless claims. I do not believe that a mother serving Matriarch would be so rude. The Madam is always kind and considerate towards her juniors; how could she allow a troublesome servant to bully her?"
As soon as these words were spoken, an elderly woman dressed in a bright red satin winter coat embroidered with gold thread turned to look this way.
Her complexion was slightly dark, her figure somewhat plump, and she stood straight with two old women supporting her on either side.
When she reached Mama Huang, she pushed aside the two old women and first scrutinized Mama Huang with a stern face before coldly asking Madam Zhao, "What is going on here? Why did you take so long to come and speak with them?"
She had originally planned to wait for He Family to invite her into the residence. However, after waiting at the street corner until she was frozen and still saw no sign of them, she had no choice but to come over with her children and grandchildren.
Madam Zhao was about to respond when Mama Huang spoke up in confusion, "May I ask who you are—" clearly puzzled.
The old woman frowned, and the two identical-looking young men behind her snickered, saying, "This is our Old Matriarch. Even your master would have to bow and call her 'Mother.'"
Mama Huang showed surprise and stepped forward to pay her respects, exclaiming, "So it is Matriarch. The lady has been waiting for you for a long time."
Lady Liu of the Jiang Family remained silent but glanced at Madam Zhao.
Madam Zhao hurriedly said, "I have already spoken with them, but they do not believe me."
"This lady, if you had made your intentions and identity clear from the start, we would have properly attended to you. But you didn't mention Matriarch earlier and only allowed the lady to come out to meet you two. Now that you've arrived, we are informed of your identity. The lady is currently in the courtyard serving the master his first evening porridge; how could she leave casually? This misunderstanding arose because things weren't made clear from the beginning."
This explanation was reasonable enough that even Matriarch found no fault with it.
The Jiang Family, filled with pent-up frustration, thought it was all Madam Zhao's fault for not handling things properly—even if they wanted to give the He Family a hard time, it should be done without implicating her. Now that Madam Zhao had caused her to catch a chill, it was indeed her fault.
Realizing this, Jiang Family instructed Mama Huang a few times before heading inside.
Having followed the Jiang Family for many years, Madam Zhao could tell they were annoyed with her. She wanted to defend herself but knew she had no grounds. She could only lower her head and follow behind them while deliberately raising her voice to scold the maid in a coat: "Look at the mess you've caused. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in this situation!"
The maid knew that Madam Zhao was shifting the blame onto her in front of Matriarch, but she had no choice but to accept it silently.
After learning of Matriarch's arrival, the He Family lost their appetite. They hurriedly urged their children to eat more while she focused on adjusting their clothes and did not touch her own bowl or chopsticks.
Liu Fangyi, aware that her health was not particularly good, feared she might feel uncomfortable from hunger. Wanting to persuade her to eat, he noticed the sorrow in He Family's eyes. Understanding that his wife was thinking of their deceased daughter, he could only sigh heavily and let her be.
Before long, a maid came to report that Matriarch had arrived. She added specifically, "There are at least a dozen people from the Doorman, both old and young. If we count those serving as well, there might be around thirty."
Upon hearing this, Liu Fangyi's face darkened immediately. He could no longer sit still and stood up to stride outside. He was lightly pulled back by He Family, which made him stop. After waiting for a moment for He Family, he went out with her and the children to welcome Matriarch and her entourage.
Matriarch walked slowly, judging everything in the house as she went, her age making her steps more deliberate. Seeing her children and grandchildren so lively, she decided not to hold them back and allowed them to go ahead.
Thus, what He Family first encountered was not Matriarch, but a girl surrounded by everyone in the center, looking as beautiful as a flower.
She truly had an exquisite appearance, with almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks, dressed in a pink outfit that resembled a peach blossom suddenly blooming in winter, charming and lovely. However, when she looked around, she had a habit of raising her chin, giving off an air of arrogance.
As soon as Liu Anfeng saw her, his expression changed.
Liu Anmeng was the daughter of their Aunt San, his cousin.
When he was worried about Liu Anlan wandering around due to her health, he overheard Liu Anmeng and Aunt San constantly whispering to Matriarch, saying things like “Sister Lan is just catching a chill; it’s nothing serious,” and “What child is so delicate?” As a result, they successfully swayed Matriarch, who did not immediately call for a doctor.
Thinking of his deceased sister made Liu Anfeng both angry and sad, his eyes reddening. Seeing Liu Anmeng’s indifferent demeanor only fueled the fire within him. He quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for something to shatter that annoying person’s smile. Upon noticing the extremely beautiful girl held by He Family, he suddenly had an idea.
Liu Anfeng knew that what Liu Anmeng cared about most was her appearance. It was also her greatest pride. If he wanted to thoroughly strike her down, nothing would be more direct and effective than making her feel frustrated in this regard.
With a sly smile, he approached Qing Wu and said, “Sister, be good. Brother will take you to play, okay?”
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