CHAPTER 29: CHAPTER 29: WILL I MISS THE LITTLE FAIRY?

The heart grew colder; originally, I thought that Father could arrange for me to enter, but it turns out I still have to take an exam.

The writing of this era is different from traditional Chinese characters, all twisted and crooked, having to start from scratch. But September’s school opening came quickly, and there’s still the exam to go through; it’s increasingly difficult.

If the children of high-ranking officials want to enter the Imperial College, they must have already sought private tutoring to prepare for the September exams, right?

Ye Zhi’s eyes were lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling, momentarily at a loss for ideas.

"Knock, knock, knock..." came a knocking sound from outside the door.

"Who?" It was Ah Tao who spoke. Could it be that Madam knows that Miss has been crying and came specially to comfort her?

She happily went to open the door.

Unexpectedly!

"Why is it you, Shen Chen?"

She thought it was Madam.

Seeing that it was him, Ah Tao’s tone turned impolite: "What are you doing here? Miss is in a bad mood and has no time for you."

Miss had instructed to be respectful to him, now she speaks politely too, otherwise, he would have been scolded and driven out long ago.

For some reason, seeing his cold face, she felt a bit guilty.

Shen Chen’s icy face showed no expression, not the slightest reaction to her words. Raising the carved red lacquer begonia tray to his chest, he slightly bowed towards the direction of the bed inside:

"The main door was open, and I called out earlier, but no one answered, so I entered the courtyard. The clothes have been received, and the account has been settled. I came specifically to thank Miss, but she’s already done enough, and I can’t accept these clothes."

Without beating around the bush, his youthful yet steady voice stated his intention directly.

The last time because of the house renovation, he doesn’t blame her for what she did before, which inadvertently attracted rumors in the mansion.

If he were to accept the clothes again, it would indeed be most inappropriate.

Despite being a servant, he carried an unyielding pride that was intimidating.

Besides, thinking carefully, he and she weren’t that close.

Not that close.

These few words suddenly imprinted on Shen Chen’s heart, causing a bit of discomfort. Yes, he’s merely a servant, a contract-bound servant.

The Daqing Dynasty’s law: A death contract stipulates that after the transaction, the slave and their family cannot demand to buy back the contract.

Ye Zhi, in a foul mood, having just cried, spoke without restraint: "Shen Chen, if you ever call yourself a servant in front of me again, I’ll sell you to a brothel. And if you don’t like the clothes I sent, just throw them away, I don’t want them. Like a dog biting Lv Dongbin, you don’t recognize a good heart. If you don’t appreciate my kindness, fine, I’ll be kind to someone else."

"Don’t ever appear in front of me again; go find your Liu Qingxi."

After crying for so long, her voice was now hoarse.

A hint of shame and anger appeared on the normally cold face of the young man.

How does she know about the brothel? Could she have been there?

So young and already up to all sorts of dubious things.

As he retracted his gaze, his sharp eyes caught a few scattered storybooks on the table, and he understood instantly!

The room, with its pink gauze veils, big red gold-painted pear blossom dressing box, black lacquered carved bed, four-season Ruyi sandalwood screen, and inlaid jade plum blossom-edged bronze mirror, oozed feminine presence. Realizing he had seen her boudoir, Shen Chen felt a rare sense of shyness.

"Mm."

On the carved red lacquer begonia tray lay the folded purple woven gold and embroidered cloud crane brocade robe, the one ordered from Jixiu Pavilion before.

The brocade material was excellent, and the craftsman’s work was meticulous, without a single loose thread.

Jixiu Pavilion’s products are certainly top-notch.

After handing over the items to Ah Tao, he bowed slightly once more: "I am leaving."

Still in a calm voice, this time he did not refer to himself as a servant. Shen Chen turned and crossed the threshold, walking towards the main entrance.