Song Wan didn't react at all, but all the maids in the room with Aunt Zhao were unhappy.
After all, their young lady was the daughter of the Pingzhang Government. She got married with a memorial tablet and remained a widow for many years. Now, God has finally shown mercy to her husband and he has been resurrected. Why is it like this?
Heng Wu pursed his lips and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Song Wan: "Heng Zhi, take the uncle to the dressing room."
Heng Zhi nodded and took Jiang Xingjian out.
The two left, and Heng Wu immediately pinched his waist and cursed: "What? Jiayue Jiayue, you are just a little bitch who doesn't know etiquette. How can you treat me like a treasure and coax him and hold him up? He is wearing the clothes of a servant." No, I think she is worse than a servant! She doesn’t even know how to write about etiquette, justice and integrity!"
"Miss, you didn't hear what the little vixen was talking to the uncle outside."
"She told the uncle that she wanted to be together for the rest of her life. Who does she think she is? She announced her maiden name to her husband in public, and went back home with the man without a matchmaker or betrothal. Such a frivolous behavior has no place in the family. Not even the little whores here."
Heng Wu pulled up his sleeves and became angrier as he scolded: "Any girl from a good family would dare to have an affair with a man casually without any name or distinction? What's the point of doing such a scandalous thing and having sex with a man? The difference? Even if a small sedan takes her into the house in the future, she will be raped first and then reconciled, which is not something that can be used in the house of Bo Zuo, let alone our Hou Mansion? "
"Miss, are you just going to let me make things like this?"
Song Wan heard that Heng Wu was so angry that he was breathing heavily, and he pressed his eyebrows helplessly.
Aunt Zhao was Song Wan's wet nurse and her upbringing mother. When she heard Heng Wu's words, she immediately scolded him: "What nonsense are you talking about? You know that the woman comes from a humble background and cannot be put on the stage, yet you still let me spend a fortune with her." Jealous? Who has become of that young lady?"
"And since ancient times, it has been a normal thing for men to take concubines. It's better for you now. Do you want to instigate the young lady to become the jealous wife who is reviled by others? What is the difference between the jealousy of a legitimate wife and a robber? If you do not follow the rules in the future, Stop talking nonsense in front of the lady."
Heng Wu was already in a panic, but when he was scolded by Aunt Zhao, he felt even more unworthy of the young lady.
"A gentleman never talks behind someone's back. Don't talk about this again in the future."
Song Wan spoke calmly, and stopped the quarrel between the two with one sentence.
Aunt Zhao glared at Heng Wu and raised her head towards the outside of the house. Seeing this, Heng Wu bit her lip and became quiet.
After all, the Hou Mansion is not the Song Mansion, so she feels uncomfortable speaking. If she makes mistakes in her words and deeds, it will only damage the young lady's reputation as being unable to discipline her servants.
Seeing that she was still humming, Song Wan smiled and said, "What are you humbling here for? If you're not interested, go play hydrangea with Golden Tiger, just be careful not to let him run out of the yard and scare the old lady." The raised starlings are no longer good."
Heng Wu knew that the young lady felt sorry for him, so he bowed and silently retreated.
It's just that she didn't have the time to play with Jin Sihu now. Instead, she went to the dressing room in the master bedroom.
She couldn't let the uncle take the young lady's things to that little bitch.
As soon as he arrived at the dressing room, he saw Jiang Xingjian pointing to a light coral-colored dark flower skirt with silver embroidery and saying it was good.
"This one won't work."
Before Heng Zhi could say anything, Heng Wu snatched the dress back and hung it in the closet again.
"Didn't you see that the whole cabinet is full of plain clothes, only this skirt is different? The young lady became a widow before she even had her hair. She is not allowed to wear colored clothes or rouge and gouache for the rest of her life. It is the old lady who feels sorry for her. She should have done something big. I gave you this dress on the day of my birthday gift."
"Madam has been reluctant to wear it for so many years, so you want to take this one away?"
Being snatched away by a maid, Jiang Xingjian felt displeased. He narrowed his eyes and was about to speak, but Heng Zhi said: "Heng Wu has a hot temper, please don't care about her. It's not as serious as what she said. Compared with this, neglecting the house." It’s rude to be a distinguished guest.”
Heng Zhi picked out Na Luoqun from the row of plain clothes, then took Song Wan's only set of jewelry from the makeup box and handed it to Jiang Xingjian.
"It takes a while for a woman to comb her hair, please hurry up."
The maid behind Jiang Xingjian took the clothes and they walked away.
Seeing that his sister had given away the young lady's things, Heng Wu shouted angrily: "You, you, you... did you see that the uncle had some evil intentions when he came back, and that's why you became so scheming?"
Heng Zhi's face turned red when she said that, and she couldn't help but poked her head with her finger: "In the past, I didn't want to hear Aunt Zhao say you were a brainless person, but now it turns out that's true."
"I gave that dress to you for my own purposes. What did you yell? Go back and comb your hair and change your clothes."
When the two of them first returned to Longxiangzhai, Heng Wu was still mumbling about the fact that the young lady had nothing to wear except plain clothes. Even when she was combing Song Wan's hair, her little mouth kept mumbling like fried beans.
Song Wan smiled and waved for the two of them to go down and change their clothes.
When the room became quiet, she sat on the futon and fell into a trance.
Heng Wu said that Jiang Xingjian knew that it was her hairdress, and it was also the only dress besides plain clothes that could be worn to meet guests, but she still gave it to Lin Jiayue...
The sun was shining brightly outside the house, but Song Wan felt that Lunxiangzhai was too quiet and empty. She got up and walked to the small couch on the window sill to sit down. She looked at the row of zodiac wood carvings placed beside her and stretched out her long, white fingers to gently Push one down.
Jiang Xingjian returned to the mansion. Tonight, Mrs. Jiang invited everyone from the East and West mansions and the Jiang family to Fuhe Hall for a banquet. Although everyone knew that Song Wan was a widow before, but even so, she could not wait for the celebration here. The scene is again in plain clothes.
She chose a plain robe, and then went to the Hengzhi cabinet to take out a goose-yellow embroidered Begonia soft smoke gauze jacket to wear over it. Although it still looked a little dull, it was not as depressing as before.
Song Wan looked at himself in the mirror, and casually took out two hundred-bead flower hairpins from Heng Zhi's makeup box and pinned them on his head.
When Heng Zhi entered the room, she couldn't help but blush when she saw her young lady looking like this.
Their young lady has been pampered in the Song Mansion for more than ten years and has suffered so much just because she married Jiang Yi. Who can swallow this?
"Didn't you feel so distressed that you cried when you saw me wearing your clothes?"
Seeing Heng Zhi secretly wiping away her tears, Song Wan comforted her softly: "How about I give you a complete set of gold-encrusted jade hair and face in the future?"
"Young lady has a habit of laughing at slaves."
Heng Zhi was amused, but felt increasingly uncomfortable.
Song Wan knew that she was worried about him, but he didn't know how to comfort him. After thinking for a long time, he said softly: "I understand your feelings, but the Hou's Mansion is no better than my own home. There are hundreds of people waiting in the Lan Courtyard, and there are many people with mixed opinions. Why don't you mention it more?" Please order a little bit of gossip and don’t let her tell the truth. I may not be able to bear it if someone catches me in the future.”
Heng Zhi nodded, knowing what she meant.
A woman who marries outside her family is equivalent to leaving her mother's family, and her life depends on her husband's family. If she is respected by her husband, her life can only be somewhat tolerable. But seeing how her uncle praised Lin Jiayue today, I'm afraid the young lady will suffer a lot in the future.
Thinking of this, Heng Zhi suddenly had a disrespectful thought in her mind.
