Chapitre 9: Mother Illness
Zi Yuan had a good night's sleep. Early the next morning, she went to find her young miss in her room and found that she had not slept for the entire night. She had already finished most of the clothes on the embroidery rack.
"You're here?" An Jinxiu only stopped when she heard Zi Yuan's footsteps. She turned around and smiled at Zi Yuan.
Zi Yuan really didn't know why her young mistress didn't pay attention to the Fifth Young Master before, and why she was so concerned about him now.
" Miss, you haven't slept the entire night? " "Miss, what do we do if we break our bodies like this?" she asked with a worried expression.
"That won't happen," An Jin replied as she rose to her feet. "I'll go wash up. We still need to see the Matriarch of the Qin family today."
"Oh." Zi Yuan went to take out the dress that she wanted to wear at the door.
An Jin sat in front of the dressing table. The person in the mirror had a haggard expression. Even though she was young, she hadn't slept for the entire night. No matter how beautiful she was, it was a discount.
"Miss, do you wear this dress?" Zi Yuan took out her dress and showed it to An Jin.
An Jin turned her head to look. In Zi Yuan's hand was a light red dress given to her by Madam Qin, which was embroidered with golden flowers. This was the most precious dress she had ever worn. "Let's change it to another set," An Jin said as she opened her eyes.
"Miss?" Zi Yuan was stupefied. This dress now entered the eyes of his Young Miss?
Seeing the dumbstruck look on Zi Yuan's face, An Jinxiu shook her head and walked towards the wardrobe. She said to Zi Yuan, "Go call the people below to get me some water to wash my face."
"Yes, miss." Zi Yuan ran out again.
There were many people in the pavilion waiting on An Jin's embroidery. It was just that An Jin had lived a new life. The people who were the eyes of the Qin had long been wary of her. The red dress looked at the gorgeous dress that Zi Yuan had carefully placed on a small piece of cloth. Even the most favored concubines in the palace would never wear a red dress.
When née Qin gave her this red dress, besides giving her a good reputation of treating all the children in the family as equals, she also gave her the name of being ignorant and disrespectful. How important was a woman's reputation? It was a pity that she had been so ignorant in his previous life.
Zi Yuan brought some warm water for washing up.
"Young mistress, please wear this dress." Old Mistress Yang, who had brought water with her from the Qin's Family, smiled at An Jin when she saw the red dress. "Matriarch Qin will definitely like it."
"Are you trying to harm me?" An Jinxiu's face darkened as she spoke coldly.
The smile on Old Woman Yang's face froze as she was stunned by An Jin's words.
"I was born in a red dress?" An Jinxiu said coldly, "Mother gave it to me so that I could have a feast for my eyes. Do you think I don't know what I'm worth?"
Old Mrs. Yang quickly beat her own mouth. They all knew that An Jinxiu was not someone that the Qin family liked. However, the young miss she gave birth to was also a young miss. If An Jinxiu wanted to cause trouble in front of Madam Qin, then the unlucky ones would still be her servants.
"Get out." An Jin turned around.
Old Mistress Yang did not dare to say anything else and hurriedly left. She had to inform née Qin of this matter as soon as possible.
"Miss." Zi Yuan stood on the spot and said helplessly, "I, I, Zi Yuan did not think of this."
An Jinxiu waved her hand for Zi Yuan to come close to her. "I don't blame you. You've always been with me, so I didn't teach you these things."
Zi Jin shook his head. If she did something wrong, she did it the wrong way. An Jinxiu could not blame her. She felt apologetic in her heart.
An Jin smiled and said, "Come and help me wash up. I shouldn't be so ugly if I don't wear a red dress."
Zi Yuan hurriedly said, "Miss will look good in anything you wear."
An Jinxiu smiled again and began to paint a faint makeup on her face. For a woman with an old heart, the prime of her youth was the best makeup.
From the luggage case, the mandarin girl took a light blue plain dress according to An Jin's will.
"This is the one." An Jin didn't bother looking at the clothes. She only felt that their color suited her, so she stopped picking.
Zi Yuan was waiting for An Jin to finish changing. He didn't have the time to take a good look at his young miss, so he didn't pay much attention to her dressing up. At that moment, the voice of a old servant came from outside the door.
"Is Second Miss up?"
When Zi Yuan heard her voice, he said to An Jin, "Miss, this seems to be Granny Qian, who is serving in the courtyard of the embroidery concubine."
"Come in." An Jinxiu didn't need to reply to this; she immediately shouted towards the door.
Old woman Qian pushed open the door and entered with an anxious expression on her face.
"What happened?" An Jinxiu hurriedly asked.
"Second Miss, Lady Xiu is sick," Mrs. Qian reported to An Jinxiu.
"Why is she suddenly sick?" An Jinxiu asked urgently.
It wasn't easy for old woman Qian to tell An Jin that the Lady Xiu had seen the Grand Preceptor off last night and stood outside the courtyard for too long, causing her to catch a cold. "It looks like she caught it," she replied.
"I'll go see her." An Jinxiu walked out of the room. At this moment, Matriarch Qin and the rest had been tossed out of her mind.
Zi Yuan and Mrs. Qian followed behind her.
"Have you called a doctor?" An Jin walked hurriedly as she asked Mrs. Qian.
"I've already notified the head steward, so I don't know if we should call a doctor yet," Mrs. Qian replied.
"Zi Yuan, you go find the head housekeeper again." An Jinxiu turned around and said to Zi Yuan, "Tell him that I've told him. I'll have to trouble him to ask the doctor to see my mother as soon as possible." If the doctor doesn't show up soon, I'll go speak to Father myself. "
Zi Yuan ran off in agreement.
Old woman Qian heaved a sigh of relief. She had noticed that the woman had gotten hot during the latter half of the night. When the sun rose, she could feel that her hands were burning. It was clear that she was sick. The head steward would see Madame Qin's expression and refuse to hire a doctor.
As for the Grand Preceptor, it was impossible for Madame Qian to see him, so she had the intention of looking for the fifth young master, An Yuanzhi, but after all, his mother was sick, so it was better to find his daughter. When she thought about how An Jin had been intimate with her and how Mrs. Qian had come to try her luck with her, now that she saw how nervous she was, she knew she had made the right choice.
An Jinxiu couldn't wait to rush all the way to the embroidery lady's courtyard with the wind blowing from her feet.
In a small suite, Lady Xiu was lying on the bed by herself, completely unconscious.
Seeing that An Jinxiu looked like she was about to cry, she hurriedly said, "Second Miss, don't worry. When the doctor arrives and prescribes the antipyretic medicine, just give it to the concubine."
"Grandma Qian," An Jin sat by the side of her bed and said, "Go and get a basin of cold water for me. I'll soak my mother in it and she'll feel better."
Mrs. Qian quickly agreed.
An Jinxiu held Aunt Xiu's hand and called out, "Mother?"
Her mother's face was completely red. Perhaps because she had heard someone talk to her, she let out a soft snort. Then, no matter how hard An Jinxiu called her, mother did not respond.
Old Mrs. Qian came in with some cold water. She said to An Jinxiu, "Second Miss, this old servant still need to serve the other two concubines. Here …"
"You can go." An Jinxiu rolled up her sleeves and soaked a towel for Aunt Xiu to cover her forehead. She said to Mrs. Qian, "I'll guard this place."
Old Lady Qian sighed. "Please take more care of Lady Xiu. I had wanted to invite Fifth Young Master, but in the end, it was more convenient for Second Miss. That's why I took the initiative to invite Second Miss."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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