Get Out, Cold King: The Princess Consort is Fierce
Chapter 6: 【妃攻006】奇葩丫鬟
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Hearing this answer, the corners of Cheng Nanye's mouth twitched slightly. Gazing at Nan Moyi's slender back, his eyes deepened. Without so much as a glance at Jing Jie'er, he also paced out through the palace gates.
Left alone, Jing Jie'er's face shifted through various shades of green, red, and white. Finally, after regaining her composure, she angrily tore the宣纸 (rice paper) in her hands into shreds. Her disgraceful behavior today had been seen entirely by Cheng Nanye; it would be even harder now to capture his heart, let alone demand an heir or the position of primary consort.
"Nan Moyi... you...! I, Jing Jie'er, am irreconcilable with you!"
The next morning, a piercing knocking sound came from the bedroom door.
In her sleep, Nan Moyi couldn't help but frown. She rolled over, preparing to continue sleeping, only to hear the noise outside again. Unable to bear it any longer, she sat up in bed. Nan Moyi gritted her teeth, her brow filled with fury; if some death-seeking side consort had come to disturb her sweet dreams, she would slaughter her immediately!
How much light was even out at this hour!
The door opened, but instead of the expected side consort arriving in magnificent attire accompanied by many maids, there was only a thin, weak little girl in green clothing who was slightly shorter than her.
Nan Moyi felt a secret sense of relief; it seemed that even after transmigrating, she hadn't become shorter.
"Waaaah—! Princess, Changliu missed you so much!" Before Nan Moyi could react, the little girl threw herself into her arms and began to cry bitterly, her sobs sounding truly tragic. Snot and tears were rubbed all over Nan Moyi's body.
Nan Moyi's fists instantly tightened. She took a deep breath and then slowly relaxed them. Forget it; it wasn't her job to do the laundry anyway.
"Um, wait, you are Changliu?" Nan Moyi's personal maid?
"Ah? Does the Princess not remember Changliu? Changliu has only been gone for three days."
"Oh, where did you go?" Nan Moyi handed her her handkerchief to wipe her tears.
"I, I... three days ago, the former Madam's maid told me my parents were ill, so I went back to check on them. I didn't expect such a huge incident to happen upon my return. Princess, it is all Changliu's fault." Having said that, she burst into loud wails again.
Madam Jing? Jing Jie'er? Hmm, it seemed this had been premeditated. "Ahem, wait a moment, what happened?"
"Princess, you aren't deaf or mute anymore, you can paint, and you can even deal with side consorts..."
Nan Moyi instantly slumped. Changliu's eyes widened, and she hurriedly supported her.
"Then what is it that's 'all Changliu's fault'?"
"Changliu wasn't by your side to witness the Princess being majestic and to cheer you on."
Nan Moyi completely collapsed this time, clutching her head as if it were bleeding profusely, caught between laughter and tears.
"Changliu, didn't your mother tell you that you're a weirdo?"
As the two returned to the room, Changliu couldn't help but scream upon seeing the messy, chaotic state of the place. She rushed out of the room to fetch water and begin cleaning. "Doesn't the Princess have a germaphobia? How can the room be so dirty!" While working hard to wipe the table, Changliu looked doubtfully at Nan Moyi, who was sitting leisurely in a chair sipping tea.
"Wasn't I waiting for Changliu to return?"
"The Princess can just command the other maids!"
"They aren't as easy to command as you." Nan Moyi set down her teacup and beckoned Changliu with a slender finger. Changliu froze, then put down her rag and walked over.
"Changliu, you grew up with me since childhood; you've truly had a hard life." Nan Moyi held Changliu's hands, smiling faintly.
Changliu blinked. Seeing Nan Moyi's caring gaze, her nose suddenly felt stingy. "Changliu isn't suffering. The Princess has treated me well since I was a child. If it weren't for the Princess, Changliu would have died in the famine long ago!"
Seems like a trustworthy girl...
Nan Moyi patted her shoulder with righteous indignation. "Do you have any silver?"
"Eh?"