Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 368

"Little grass!"

"You still dare to yell!"

--Clang-

-Bang-

-Clang--

"mother!"

"Kneel down, and don't get up!"

"Mother, I was wrong."

"Reflect."

"Mother, I will never dare to do it again."

--Clang--

"Still talking!"

"The sound disappeared, and I looked out the window. She was hanging her head and drawing circles on the ground with a twig. She had this habit; when she was in a bad mood or extremely aggrieved, she would draw circles in the yard."

But what did she do to anger the lady?

Sigh! Looks like I should contact the Shadow Guard...

It was past midnight when she didn't go inside. She was still kneeling there drawing circles. It wasn't that she hadn't tried to sneak away, but every time she did, she would attract the attention of the madam.

I looked around curiously but didn't see any other experts. It seems the lady really knows her better than most.

She deserved to kneel for another night; Yan Xiaolou dared to go to any kind of place so casually, and he deserved to be taught a lesson.

I gripped the medicine in my hand tightly, and suddenly thought: Will the mistress be very sad?

I cooked the porridge as instructed and served it to her.

"I won't eat it!"

She needed to vent her anger, so I stood behind her with a bowl of congee.

[Side Story 2: Little Grass (Part 4)]

"Young master, it's getting cold."

She knelt down and drew circles, the deep grooves in the lines reflecting her defiant mood.

"Eat something to warm yourself up."

"Starve to death!" She flung the branch aside and knelt upright.

"Even if he starves to death, it will still break the lady's heart."

"Get away!"

If you're going to leave, then leave. It's the middle of the night, and I don't want to waste my time with you here.

I placed the porridge in front of her, and as I turned my head, I seemed to catch a glimpse of a figure. However, I immediately guessed that I was just imagining things; with so many experts here, who could possibly have gotten in?

I walked away, not because I didn't care, but because she didn't need to care.

Standing by the window, watching her stubbornly finish her porridge, I couldn't help but smile. What an adorable young master, it's just a pity he's been chosen by his master. I hope this is your good fortune, I hope you accept it more than you reject it…

The Fifteenth Madam couldn't bear it any longer. As soon as she saw her dozing off, she pulled her back to her room, saying, "Let's see if you dare to do it again!"

He spoke words of reproach, but his hands were warming her.

Madam is a woman with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. At least when it comes to the young master's affairs, she often has no stance. She seems fierce, but in reality, she is useless. In the end, she still gives in to the young master and tolerates her insolence. Half of the reason why the young master is the way he is now is because she spoiled him since he was a child!

Ah, the hearts of parents, how turbulent their emotions must be!

Mother, what an elegant title.

Pampering seems like an unfamiliar word.

I couldn't help but think of him. Can you see how others are pampered? Do you even remember me? If you did, would you pamper me the way the Fifteenth Madam pampers the young master?

I long for it too, the more comfortable I feel, the more greedily I crave it, imagining you by my side, quietly spending the rest of my life with me...

“Little Grass!” I appeared in the hall. She was wearing a blue scholar’s robe and looked at the lady with an unfriendly expression.

"If I let you see me, you'd better obey me!" The lady tightened her belt around her waist, and the young master cried out in pain, "Murder!"

--Clang-- "Let's see if you dare to yell!"

The young master looked at me with a gloomy expression: "Little Grass, help me!"

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"you!--"

Her eyes widened, and she was about to yell at someone when the Fifteenth Madam pulled her over: "Stand still! Let me see what else we need!"

She stood up listlessly: "You look very handsome."