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Qi'er's expression changed abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, she wore a cheerful smile. "Sister Qin'er, what are you so angry about? I'm just here to serve Fourth Miss. How could I have upset you?" She was a sycophant, and everyone shared her thoughts; as long as Fourth Miss was out of the picture, they would receive better treatment. Yet Qin'er favored Fourth Miss and wouldn’t allow them to bully her. Hmph, she was just a girl, thinking she was the master.
Qin'er placed the clothes she was holding on the bed and shot a cold glare at Qi'er, her words sharp and unyielding. "You’re so kind-hearted? Qi'er, if you think you're serving well, why don’t you go to the Madam and have a word with her? Who lost face because of the young lady’s mistakes, making someone faceless when they go out...?" She had listened carefully at the door and threw all those words back at Qi'er.
"I... I just heard someone say that, so I... I was just talking nonsense," Qi'er stammered. The mention of the Madam made her face change. Although the Madam was not favored, it wouldn’t be difficult for her to dispose of a maid. She didn’t want to lose her life before enjoying any riches or glory, so she quickly forced a smile. "Hehe, Sister Qin'er must be here to tidy up the clothes. I've finished my business, so I'll take my leave."
"Ungrateful wretch!" Qin'er’s tone lost its earlier sharpness but still dripped with disdain.
Realizing that Qin'er's anger had subsided, Qi'er hurriedly gathered her things and prepared to leave. Just as she stood at the door and sighed in relief, she heard a casual yet clear voice from inside: "Qi'er, you still haven't told me who you heard those words from!"
Both Qi'er and Qin'er were stunned, their eyes wide in disbelief as if they had seen a ghost.
"Fo... Fourth Miss," Qi'er replied. Although her tone was calm and her expression composed, for some reason, she felt a chill run down her spine as if she were breaking out in cold sweat.
Seeing that nothing had happened yet, Qi'er trembled all over. Qing Luan understood that she was someone who feared the strong and bullied the weak; she cast a cold glance at her and said lightly, "You've been chattering in my ear for so long just to show your concern for me? I'm very curious about who said those words..." Her tone was neither heavy nor light but carried an undeniable weight.
A sense of unease flashed through Qi'er's mind. However, after thinking it over, she concluded that even if it got out, what would happen? So many people in the manor had whispered about it—some in front of the young lady and others privately. Did the young lady intend to investigate every single one? Hmph, as if she could turn the manor upside down!
"Fourth Miss, there are plenty of people in this manor who say such things; do you really think you can question them all one by one?" There was an unmistakable sneer in her eyes; her beautiful features twisted into something grotesque with disdain. "Oh right, Aunt Huang's Jiang Mama mentioned it just two days ago while chatting with everyone. I wonder what Fourth Miss thinks about that...?" Her eyes gleamed with triumph and mockery, devoid of any respect.
"Qi'er, don't go too far!" Qin'er could no longer hold back; frowning, she stepped forward to reprimand her. "The young lady is your master..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Qi'er rudely interrupted her.
"Master? Ha ha," Qi'er laughed exaggeratedly. "Having such a master is simply embarrassing; if I were her, I would have hanged myself by now." Hatred and malice shone brightly in her eyes.
Tilting her head, she looked at the young girl in front of her, who had a good appearance but a sharp tongue, her eyes filled with intense hatred, leaving her puzzled. "Have I done anything to offend you?" she asked softly, without anger or scolding, only confusion.
"Uh!" Caught off guard by the question, Qi'er was momentarily speechless.
She gazed at her calm and unruffled young mistress, feeling a twinge of unease. For some reason, she felt as if Fourth Miss had become a different person. Although calm, there was something terrifying about that calmness—previously, when she spoke those hurtful words, there had been pain, resentment, and tears in her eyes, but now there was only a chilling composure that sent shivers down one's spine.
"If you think Aunt Huang's place is better, I can inform Mother tomorrow and send you over," she said, lowering her head and examining her delicate little hands as if the previous conversation had been mere musings. "I’ll also have Mother tell Aunt Huang that after finding a match for Third Sister, she should send you over to serve Aunt Huang so they can see how loyal you are to them!"
Her tone remained calm, yet the words sent a chill deep into Qi'er’s heart. Qin'er could only look on in shock because she felt no guilt. In contrast, Qi'er’s eyes reflected not just astonishment but also fear—though it was what she had always dreamed of, if the Third Miss and the Madam found out, would she still have a chance to live?
No one wanted their man to have Aunt Huang or any other woman unless it was unavoidable. As a mere maid, having such ambitions would surely not be tolerated by Aunt Huang. "Fourth... Miss..." Qi'er’s eyes were filled with terror and pleading.
"Get out!" There is often something detestable about those who are pitiful.
Qi'er was dead.
She died a tragic death by hanging in Qing Luan's courtyard, her eyes wide open in eternal disbelief.
She was just a maid; the situation should have been simple. However, with someone like Aunt Huang involved, things became complicated.
She directly bypassed Zhu Clan and used her maternal family's power to pressure Chen Xiaode, claiming that after Chen Qingluan was jilted, she had been so enraged that she drove her maid to death. Such a person absolutely could not remain in the household...
Although Zhu Clan vehemently opposed this decision, Chen Xiaode used a divorce decree to render Zhu Clan powerless. No matter how strong-willed she was, being divorced was unacceptable for a traditional woman; she could only swallow her pride. Moreover, she had two daughters; if she were divorced, their futures would be ruined as well.
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