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Shi Yu nodded, and did not say anything else, but she knew that he had achieved her goal. She felt that this was just a piece of skin. The real Shi Anran, how could he even use his mother?

Sure enough, the news about Shi Yu leaving Jian Jia Yuan that night spread, and on the second day, a few servants came in from his room, the big one was called Yi Yue, the small one was called Liu Yue, a string of clothes and accessories, the larger one was dazzling.

Yi Yue did not like to speak. She was dressed in a blue dress that had the color of a first-class maid, with delicate features and a graceful body. Looking at eighteen and ninety nine years of age, she seemed like an old lady. Liu Yue, on the other hand, was twittering. With this kind of lively atmosphere, as well as the sharp tongue and sometimes harsh words, but because of that moon-like face and big eyes, she couldn't bring herself to loathe them at all.

She knew that as long as it was a moon, they would all be maidservants that her father valued. It was already not bad to send two of them over at once. Soon after, he found out that all the servants in Agarwood had left her hands, taking out a fixed amount of silver from the accounts every month. Basically, he grasped the power of a servant's life and death.

Because she was still young, Yi Yue took care of all these issues. The two of them worked together, making sure that there was not a drop of water left in the courtyard.

Qing Yan saw that the two of them had control of the courtyard and was extremely worried about his position.

She also sensed the distance, so she tried to please him more and more, "Miss is really intelligent, it's fine if you don't make a sound, but in one move you'll amaze everyone. It's fortunate that I thought Miss was really close to them, and even tried to dissuade them repeatedly."

Shi Anran thought back to her past life. Qing Yan had often advised her that Shi Anyi was not kind, but had always thought too much of it when she was scolded by her. Only when the guard, Wang Yuan, was framed and died did she finally become taciturn.

Thinking about that scissor, Shi Anran trembled, and said in a heavy voice, "Comb your hair."

Qing Yan felt a bit wronged, but Master told her that what could a servant do, so she picked up a wooden comb to tidy her hair.

She had always been good at combing her hair. She gathered her hair, folded it like a conch, and placed it on top of her head. She was clear and elegant.

Shi Anran took off the dazzling hairpin, and took out a completely white jade hairpin from the dressing case. She put it away in her hair, causing Qing Yan to be startled, and then realized what was going on. Not long after the wife passed away, she immediately knelt down, kowtowing and begging for forgiveness: "This servant will not investigate for now, this servant deserves death, I beg young miss's forgiveness."

Shi Anyi looked at her red forehead and cried out, but she did not say a word of consolation.

Qing Yan felt wronged more and more. It was not that he did not notice his young lady's thoughts were getting harder and harder to guess, but he did not think it was a bad thing at the beginning. A young lady like her had the ability to protect herself, so she did not have to be implicated. However, he had never expected that he would be alienated.

After trying to curry favor with her, he felt very tired, but he didn't see how highly Shi Anran thought of her, and instead calmed down.

But because of this, Shi Anran rewarded her with a blue jade pearl hairpin, causing her to be extremely happy with this unexpected fortune. From then on, Qing Yan was very pleased with himself, but he felt that Shi Anran was the one who rewarded him for her safety, so he kept a lower profile.

For a moment, the courtyard was very peaceful.

However, there were always some people who hopped on their feet – they didn't want to bite others.

For example, our Second Miss, Shi Anyi.

Ever since Shi Yu left, he had never stepped into Jian Jia Yuan, even though the third wife was still holding onto the power of the family, she was no longer as popular as she was in the past. Looking at the situation before her, Shi Anyi deeply understood her limits.

While carrying the gift, she was given to the old gatekeeper. Shi Anyi had instructed Old Lady Zhao to cause a lot of trouble, making Shi Anran feel very angry. "Thank you, Second Miss. Second Miss is as merciful as Guan Yin descending to the mortal world. My grandson will be relying on him to extend his life."

She smiled and enjoyed the look of gratitude before entering the courtyard.

Little did she know that the moment she left, the servant girl who saw this quickly slipped into the main house and recounted what she saw, "... Before this servant could see what it was, she heard Mama Zhao say that her grandson was saved. "

Shi Anran nodded her head indifferently, she turned the young servant into a level two servant and gave the order for Lian Xing to serve him in the outer room.

Liu Yue thought to himself. There were so many thoughts in Second Miss, she bowed and asked Shi Anran: "Does Miss need to report to Master?"

"No, it's just a small matter." In the past few days, she had loved to practice calligraphy the most and was the best at achieving calmness. However, when she finished, her hands became unstable and her brush trembled. The whole calligraphy was ruined. It was quite a pity.

Reaching out to take the handkerchief, Yi Yue wiped the Chinese character on her hand, then she walked out. These words were like a human's, it would be ruined if it was destroyed, just write another one.

But somehow, his hands were still trembling.

The young ladies of the noble families were all leisurely walking around. On one side, Shi Anran had already sat down and rested before coming over.

Although Shi Anyi had not opened her body yet, she was still able to support her like a flower blooming in the wind. Along with her smile, her bright eyes looked all around while her lips were red and her teeth were white.

Once she entered the room, she went around the four screens of red wood socketed shell and flower patterns. Shi Anran was sitting on the bed, with her thick black hair tied into a bun, and a three-winged bird feather pearl hairpin. Other than that, there were no other accessories.

Shi Anyi's heart suddenly clenched.