The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 103: The Love Story of the Embroidered Ball (13)

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: The Love Story of the Embroidered Ball (13)

"Has the Second Prince come yet?" Wen Rou sat motionless on the steps of the small courtyard with a dark expression on her face, her eyes staring fixedly at the courtyard’s gate, filled with anticipation and anger...

Beside her, the maid who served her trembled in fear, and upon hearing Miss Wen’s voice, she got a shock, her knees buckling as she knelt straight down onto the stone floor.

"Miss, please, I beg you to stop making trouble..." The maid’s voice quivered with terror as she spoke, "You made a scene in the master’s study, and if he finds out, he will definitely not spare us."

Wen Rou let out a few neurotic giggles, "I’m just waiting for him to come and find me now."

The maid’s trembling body, her lowered head, and her eyes filled with resentment toward Wen Rou.

On normal days, Miss Wen would speak so kindly, clamoring everywhere that all people are equal, that even we servants are born of our own parents. When things are good, she refers to us as sisters, but when our very lives are at stake, it’s still people like us with lowly lives that take the brunt.

Given the Second Prince’s fondness for Miss Wen, even if she had smashed a vase in his study, he would not likely punish her, but us servants under her command would have no good end. With a bit of bad luck, we might even lose our lives.

Just like now, when Miss Wen sits, and we, the slaves, kneel begging her, why doesn’t she speak of equality now...

Xiao Hong lowered her head to sneak a peek at the entrance and saw someone approaching from afar. She was so terrified that she pressed her head hard against her chest.

The instinct to survive made her speak up once more, "Miss, please, stop it already. Can’t you just make amends to the master properly? Otherwise, it’s us servants who are going to die..."

Wen Rou acted as if she hadn’t heard at all, and stood up by herself, taking a few steps towards the gate.

Despair flashed in Xiao Hong’s eyes. Originally, everyone said it was easy to serve in Miss Wen’s courtyard, that she was not as hard to please as the other legitimate masters and had a nice temper towards the servants.

Even though many of the elders in the household looked down on her, thinking that she, a girl without name or status, had moved into the residence and was referred to as ’Miss’ outwardly, yet everyone knew she was the Second Prince’s woman.

But Xiao Hong and the others didn’t see it that way; as long as Miss Wen could tightly hold onto the master’s favor, what was a title? It would come later.

For this reason, she put in a lot of effort to become the head maid serving Miss Wen closely, but she hadn’t expected that Miss Wen’s audacity was also great, meddling even when the master favored another girl in the household, causing a scene...

She must be out of her mind.

Even if the Second Prince continued to favor her, she was likely to suffer consequences this time.

Don’t look at how well the Second Prince treats Miss Wen now, but once he gets angry, and if he were to turn his face and show no mercy, her fate would likely be very bleak.

Just like a few years ago, there was a concubine who prided herself on the master’s favor and became arrogant... Now, grass grows tall above her grave.

Ah, Miss Wen is indeed stubborn, even if you break it down and spell it out for her, she just won’t listen.

Xiao Hong looked at the approaching footsteps, so frightened she couldn’t bear it, and thought to herself: If, if I can survive this time, I must find a way to leave this place, even if I have to serve an unloved Madam, I would accept it. It’s better than living in fear every day here.

Wen Rou’s hopeful eyes turned to complete disappointment when she saw that the approaching figure was the Grand Steward of the residence. freёwebnoѵel.com

The darkness on her face deepened a few shades as she said bluntly, "Why is it you? Where is Ah Jian?"

"Is he too scared to come see me?"

Wen Rou, not seeing anyone, directed all her frustration at the Grand Steward, his face darkening as she spoke.

He, as the Second Prince’s trusted Grand Steward, was treated with great respect by the ladies of the backyard; everyone was reverent upon meeting him, except for this Miss Wen who dared to disrespect him.

"Miss Wen, watch your words. You dare to directly address your master by name—it’s unforgivably disrespectful..." The Grand Steward had no intention of saving face for Wen Rou, as he sternly pointed at the maid Xiao Hong, kneeling beside them, "Allowing Miss Wen to act recklessly without trying to advise her; take her away for twenty heavy beatings."

Xiao Hong’s anxious heart finally settled a little. Twenty heavy beatings might nearly cost her half her life, but it was still better than losing it completely.

Xiao Hong bowed deeply with respect, "Thank you, Grand Steward."

"Xiao Hong, what are you doing? He orders you to be beaten, and you actually thank him so respectfully. Your servile mentality is etched way too deep," Wen Rou shouted furiously, her face turning ashen as she pointed at Xiao Hong. Her voice conveyed a sense of outrage at feeling betrayed, "How have I taught you all this time? Why can’t you stand up for yourself?"

Xiao Hong got up with her head lowered, not even glancing in Wen Rou’s direction. She respectfully gave half a bow to the Grand Steward again and then quickly ran out as if the small courtyard were filled with floods and fierce beasts.

Seeing this, the Grand Steward’s expression softened slightly.

"The Prince has gone to Miss Xue’er’s courtyard. He doesn’t want to see you now, and he instructed you to reflect on your behavior in your own courtyard these next few days."

As the Grand Steward spoke, he gestured for two sturdy nannies standing behind him to step forward, "For these days, both of you will ensure that Miss Wen is closely guarded."

The Grand Steward thought he had to be reasonably lenient, as it was clear the Prince still had some affection for this lady.

Otherwise, given Miss Wen’s recent conduct, she would have been severely punished by now. Today they were merely being lenient, merely confining her to her courtyard.

But Wen Rou didn’t think so; she felt as if she was going to die from anguish.

What did she hear?

Xuanyuan Jian had slept with another woman and didn’t bother to explain it to her. Instead, he had gone to another woman’s courtyard.

Indeed, she should never have trusted him.

Xuanyuan Jian, that bastard, a rotten man driven by his lower half, a deceitful scammer of emotions...

Wen Rou’s mouth erupted continuously with crude and disorganized curses, making the Grand Steward inwardly panic, his heart twitching with every word.

"I... I don’t want to stay here anymore, I want to leave..." Wen Rou covered her chest in utter despair, feeling as if she was about to suffocate from the pain.

Only by escaping from here, far away, never to see Xuanyuan Jian again, could she perhaps regain the will to live.

Wen Rou stumbled back into her room.

The Grand Steward pretended not to hear the mumbling from her mouth and spoke in a stern tone to the two nannies, "Why aren’t you following the lady? Make sure to keep a close watch on her..."

With a "hmph," the Grand Steward watched Wen Rou’s retreating figure, his expression indistinct as he stood in place for a while before turning and walking away, sleeves flapping.

Later on, nobody knew exactly what the Grand Steward reported back to the Second Prince, but a series of punitive measures from the front courtyard were relayed one by one to Wen Rou’s own small courtyard.

Xuanyuan Jian’s actions thoroughly pierced Wen Rou’s heart.

Yet the Grand Steward shook his head; it wasn’t enough... the Prince still cared for Miss Wen too much. Even though he was furious inside, he merely issued a symbolic punishment.

Xuanyuan Jian wanted Wen Rou to cool down for a few days, that was why he was intentionally avoiding her.

But with this cooling off, he had completely chilled her heart.