Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 366

I looked up, slightly startled: Fourth Young Master, what does he want with me?

Although the Fourth Young Master took in the maid in his room, I'm not so narcissistic as to think he'd want me.

"This servant will be right there." I never talk about myself with anyone other than Shen Ziyi. My intuition tells me they wouldn't accept my audacity, and I don't want to be seen as a clueless woman.

"Greetings, Fourth Young Master." I greeted him with a full curtsy, making sure not to skip a single step.

He stared at the desk without looking up, his cold voice making him unrecognizable: "You're from the Eleventh Young Master's room."

I was slightly taken aback: hearing him speak in such a tone for the first time completely shattered my impression of him as a kind and gentle person.

Yes! Among those who climb the ladder of power and loyalty, who is easy to get along with? And among those who rise to high positions from childhood, who is approachable and approachable?

"No matter who sent you, you'd better put away your unruly thoughts, or I can get rid of you just like I can with the Shen family."

"yes."

He waved for me to leave, unlike the gentle Fourth Young Master he was when he was with her. He was more like a patriarch, a cold and ruthless patriarch, a patriarch who lived a life of aristocratic luxury with his wife.

I don't know what to say about him. He did a great job as the head of the family, and he portrayed the character of his fourth brother perfectly.

I don't know which one is him, but I do know that the helplessness he felt when facing her wasn't something the Fourth Young Master was faking.

I walked out of Tingzhu Pavilion, where a servant was waiting at the gate. I looked around and noticed that very few of the servants here smiled. I gave a wry smile and blamed myself for being so naive.

[Side Story 2: Little Grass (Part Two)]

"Little Grass! Where have you been! How dare you slack off! Your wages will be docked!"

She stood by the well, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws, looking like a landlord catching his servants in the act.

I didn't look at her directly, sat back down in my original spot, and continued washing her clothes.

"I'm talking to you!"

Whatever, you can spend the whole morning talking to yourself.

"Where did you go just now?!"

You know the answer already, but... can I take that as you care about me?

"Are you deaf!"

Clear water flowed over this official robe, making it look less glamorous than others had described.

"Alright, I forgive your impaired senses. Tell me! What did he want from you?"

"Ask her questions!" If you don't satisfy her, she'll keep nagging.

"What do you want me to ask you?"

She leaned closer to me curiously, a faint scent of vanilla wafting from her hair. Her bright, phoenix-shaped eyes looked at me with curiosity, and in her eyes I saw a much fuller version of myself. Sigh! Being out here has made me lazy.

"He told me to take good care of you."

"Oh—" She straightened up, thought for a moment, and then suddenly chuckled.

I looked up, and she took the opportunity to hook my chin: "Darling, you are very charming."

"Let go."

She withdrew her hand, clapped her hands, nonchalantly fetched a bucket of water for me, and chuckled mischievously, "I'm very diligent, consider becoming my wife! Haha!"

She filled the water container, then happily patted her bottom and ran off.

I watched her run away like she was an idiot! What can I say about her? She's neurotic to the point of being insane! Arrogant and conceited, yet lacking in composure.

Back at my current job, I wondered: what would she be like if she were in a high position?

...

When no one was around, I would sit in the room, occasionally reading a book or looking through the food she had left behind. I didn't understand much of the book, but the food smelled very tempting.

She liked to secretly cook for herself. In the dead of night, when everything was quiet, she would hide in the kitchen, happily tinkering with things, and then hide in her little room, eating things that were greasy everywhere.

A thorough cleaning will definitely be done the next day.

Should we report this?

I opened the basket and saw the round, beautiful food. I touched its crisp, yellow exterior with my finger; it was soft like cotton.

"Have some." She wouldn't object.

I picked one up and put it in my mouth. The sweet, melt-in-your-mouth flavor filled my mouth, and the soft texture was so comforting.

I poured myself a cup of tea, sat by the window, placed the leftover desserts from last night on the table, opened a book, and slowly savored this rare moment of leisure.

I like it here; it's easy to feel a sense of belonging here.

In the midst of the noisy struggle, this place remains peaceful and free of gunpowder.

(Sorry, I'll be very busy this month and may not be able to guarantee the word count for updates. Thank you all for following the story. The story will be finished before the 10th of next month, so you don't need to follow it anymore. Just come back then. (I feel really guilty about not having to follow it anymore.))

I feel really bad to those who just added this to their favorites, and to those who have had it for half a year—I feel like committing suicide. Brothers, this crow was wrong. I'll never do this despicable thing again, and I'll never dawdle or stop updating, but it's just...

Although the word count is lower, I will continue updating. I was planning to pause yesterday, but the thought of those birds and beasts made me scared and I stopped.