After returning to the residence, Su Qiao completely ignored her stepmother, who had long since hated her to the point of grinding her teeth in her heart but still wore a gentle, caring expression on the surface. She holed up in her own courtyard, reading her books and studying her medicinal formulas.
It was probably because Prime Minister Su had personally given the order. Although her stepmother, Gu Qirou, wanted nothing more than to tear Su Qiao apart over her daughter's troubles, she still had to swallow her anger and send four maids and two old wet nurses to Su Qiao's courtyard.
At the same time, she immediately summoned a tailor to make several beautiful outfits for Su Qiao, had her rooms renovated, and replaced the old furniture, quilts, bed curtains, and the like.
Although Xiao Lan and Xiao Yu were both young, they had come from the palace—and from the Eastern Palace at that. They had all sorts of ways to deal with people. The four newly assigned maids and two old wet nurses kept their heads down and worked day after day, not daring to slack off, much less harbor any malicious intentions.
Within a few days, Su Qiao's little courtyard had taken on an entirely new appearance.
After working nonstop for three days, Su Qiao finally had a rough understanding of her research. Only then did she relax and take Xiao Yu to the Prime Minister's residence garden for some fresh air and sunshine.
Unfortunately, sometimes her luck really was terrible.
Su Qiao stopped walking when she saw Su Yuxin in the garden, laughing as she chased butterflies with a homemade, crude fishing net alongside a maid.
What was this woman doing here?
Xiao Yu understood what she was wondering and stepped forward to explain softly, "The