Nanny Jin was suffering, and so was the eunuch who came to deliver the imperial decree.
Nanny Jin hadn't demonstrated properly and Yanran hadn't learned it well, she refused to extend her hand to receive the imperial decree. He had to keep presenting it like that until his arms ached.
He cursed Nanny Jin in his heart.
This old codger is so blind to the situation!
Even in front of Consort De, this person could act arrogantly, let alone with just two servants present, yet they still dared to embarrass her.
Moreover, now there's another spoiled county princess.
Finally, Nanny Jin couldn't bear it any longer and apologized to Yanran, who then accepted the imperial decree.
After seeing off the eunuch who delivered the imperial decree, Yanran casually handed the decree to her maid to put away, sat down in a chair, crossed her legs, and leaned her head back in the chair, doing whatever was most comfortable, deliberately making things difficult for Nanny Jin.
She narrowed her eyes, looking down at the kneeling Nanny Jin, and said slowly, "What does Granny Jin do in the palace? What are you good at? Let me see if this Prince's mansion can accommodate someone as important as you."
Having learned her lesson, Nanny Jin quickly replied, "This old servant served in the palace. I'm clumsy and wouldn't dare say I'm skilled, but my needlework is alright..."
She had just figured it out: she shouldn't try to go against this girl.
This person is completely unyielding and fearless.
Please put her in the sewing room so she can quietly do some needlework.
If Consort De blames her later, it was all Yanran's arrangement anyway, so her offense is limited.
But anyone who dares to go up against this little devil is unlikely to see the sun rise tomorrow.
Jiang Ruo said, "Who would hire someone as old as you to do needlework? I'm afraid your hands are too rough and you'll ruin the fabric. I think you'd be better suited to tending the fire."
Nanny Jin inwardly groaned, but dared not refuse.
Yanran, playing the good guy, said, "Since it was Granny herself who suggested it, let's go to the sewing room. Granny is an old servant of Her Highness and knows Her Highness's wishes well."
The implication was that Consort De intended to send Nanny Jin to the needlework room.
And so, Nanny Jin was given a taste of her own medicine and was taken to the sewing room in a daze.
Yanran gave Jiang Ruo a thumbs up.
Jiang Ruo replied, "I've seen too many of these old fogies who rely on their age; they're nothing special."
Yanran had thought of things more deeply than she had.
"I'm not afraid of offending Consort De, since she can't do anything to my father and mother anyway. But can you? Won't it put your parents in a difficult position?"
Jiang Ruo, seemingly oblivious, replied, "It's okay."
Yanran: "Are you sure?"
Why is she so worried?
I used to think I was the most unreliable person, but after meeting Jiang Ruo, I realized that there are always people more capable than you.
Being number one is too difficult, but being at the bottom is just as hard.
Jiang Ruo said, "Isn't she just Consort De? She wouldn't dare to touch my mother."
Why are you so sure?
It turns out that the Third Princess's birth mother was the deceased Consort Shu.
Consort Shu was accompanying the Emperor when she took an arrow for him and died.
At that time, the emperor was still in his former residence when she died in his arms.
That year, the Third Princess was twelve years old, and Consort Shu was only twenty-eight.
No matter how powerful a living person is, they can't compete with a dead person.
The title of Consort Shu was posthumously conferred.
No one would dare to evoke memories of the deceased in the Emperor, not even Consort De.
Because you can only lose, you can never win, when you're fighting a dead person.
Yanran thought to herself, "Could anyone like someone like the Emperor?"
Perhaps Consort Shu was used as a shield by the Emperor!
In the evening Yanran chased Jiang Ruo away.
Jiang Ruo leave. "I've already brought my bedding."
"Don't you have any bedding?" Yanran asked. "I don't have time for you tonight, I need to study."
Jiang Ruo looked incredulous, then suddenly remembered something. "Do you have some new storybook you want to peek at again? Share it with me, I won't tell anyone."
Yanran: "... I will study hard and strive not to become someone like you."
Regret is just regret.
Why didn't she always remain aloof and keep Jiang Ruo at arm's length?
Once I softened up a little, she became attached to me.
Yanran pushed Jiang Ruo out the door.
"I'll come again tomorrow. Whatever you're doing, wait for me. Oh, and remember to write. If you're bringing anything, let me know; I have something to bring too..."
Yanran rolled her eyes, and after Jiang Ruo's extravagantly ornate sedan chair left, she stood at the door, conflicted.
Should we go to the Tang Family for a free meal, or have someone prepare charcoal and meat, and invite Cui Xiaoqiu to climb over the wall for a barbecue?
It's hot during the day, but at night by the pool, a cool breeze blows, and some grilled skewers smell delicious.
Just as they were hesitating, a small blue sedan chair arrived at the side gate of the Cui Family's residence.
An old woman stepped down from the sedan chair, spoke to the gatekeeper, and then went inside with her maid.
Yanran recognized the old woman; she was from Cui Xiaoqiu's aunt's household.
She must have gone to talk to Madam Cui. If it takes a while, she could easily invite Cui Xiaoqiu over for barbecue.
In the Cui Family, apart from Madam Cui keeping a close eye on her son, no one else restrained Cui Xiaoqiu.
Yanran quickly ordered someone to prepare barbecue supplies, then walked to the wall and called out to Cui Xiaoqiu.
The servant boy in Cui Xiaoqiu's courtyard whispered, "Miss, the young master is not here."
"Oh, then when he gets back, invite him over for barbecue."
"Yes."
Yanran didn't take it to heart. She sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, pondering what else she needed to prepare.
Suddenly a large bird swooped down from the sky and landed on a tree.
Yanran was immediately overjoyed. "Xiao Ye!"
It must have been her mother who brought her a message.
But don't ask her about her father's recent situation. She hasn't seen him since arriving in the capital, and she doesn't know where he's hiding or what he's busy with.
But when she eagerly opened the letter, her brows suddenly furrowed.
Jiang'er asked cautiously, "Miss, is something wrong in the border town?"
"My mother said she won't make me dried meat anymore."
Jiang'er breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought it was something serious.
A few days ago, Yanran wrote a letter to Tang Zhuyun saying that she was craving dried meat.
"Something must have happened to Mother," Yanran suddenly said.
Jiang'er was startled. "Miss, please don't talk nonsense."
"Definitely!" Yanran's face flushed with excitement. "Look at this handwriting, it's even more messy than before. And Mother would never refuse my request."
My mother said she's been too busy lately and will make it for me later.
But no, it won't.
No matter how busy her mother was, once she asked, she would cook her favorite dishes even if it meant staying up all night herself.
She had previously mentioned wanting to drink the white fungus soup her mother made. Her mother, who hadn't slept all night while saving someone, went to the kitchen to cook the porridge before going back to rest.
So-called telepathy is nothing more than a deep understanding of each other after a long period of time together.
Something must have happened to my mother.
Yanran was almost impatient to rush back, but Jiang'er stopped her and pleaded with her to stay.
"What's wrong?" Cui Xiaoqiu jumped down from the wall.
Yanran was too flustered to notice that he had jumped down with ease and skill.
"Cui Xiaoqiu, come and see the letter my mother wrote to me. And the previous ones too, wait for me to find them... They're different, definitely different."
Yanran panicked.
This fearless Overlord Flower panics the moment her family is involved.