The Imperial Concubine's Escape: The Adorable Baby Has a Waiter for a Father
Chapter 11: The Abandoned Wife is a Nine Heavens Immortal, the Tsundere Concubine is a Venomous Sister
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About four or five days passed, and Cheng Xianxian had not seen Ru Yan again. Instead, Yu Yue did something unprecedented: she knelt before her to bring Cheng Xianxian some good news.
"Princess, the weather is quite nice today. Would you like to take a stroll in the garden?" Yu Yue said.
Cheng Xianxian was overjoyed, though she forced a calm expression onto her face. "I feel much more refreshed and was just thinking of going out for a walk. Yu Yue, bring my rocking chair for me." Having watched many female leads in TV dramas put on airs, Cheng Xianxian had learned to do the same without being outdone. This Princess was so cowardly that she didn't even think to jump out of a window despite being under house arrest; Cheng Xianxian knew that simply pretending to be weak worked better than anything else.
"I have already prepared it. Princess, let me help you dress up," Yu Yue said, picking up a jade comb from the dressing table.
Cheng Xianxian did not know how to style ancient hair buns. Since arriving in this place a few days ago, she had mostly left her hair loose, or occasionally tied it into a simple ponytail when she felt a bit more diligent.
Yu Yue briskly styled her hair into a "Black Cloud Slanted Bun." This was a style that required a head full of pearls and jade to look truly beautiful, so Yu Yue began picking through the jewelry box for Cheng Xianxian.
"Just insert a few simple, plain hairpins like this." She didn't like being covered in pearls and jade like Ru Yan; it made her look like the straw stick of a candied hawthorn.
The sound of clashing jewels was crisp and pleasant, but Cheng Xianxian did not like the idea of her head being decorated like a street vendor's snack.
Hearing Cheng Xianxian's words, Yu Yue withdrew the hand she was about to reach toward the jewelry box. "This servant will obey the Princess's orders." *The Princess's hair is so simple it's worse than a maid's,* Yu Yue thought, a flash of mockery darting through her lowered eyes. *Fine, if it saves me the labor, so be it.*
Yu Yue believed her expression had vanished quickly enough to go unnoticed, but Cheng Xianxian was no fool; she had seen Yu Yue's expression in the mirror long ago. She was definitely going to leave this place, and she had no intention of bickering with these maids who had already turned against the Princess.
"My body has only just begun to recover; too many ornaments on my head feel like a burden." Turning her head to look at herself in the mirror, Cheng Xianxian suppressed a cold laugh in her heart. She walked over to the crib and gently picked up the little thing.
"Baby, Mommy is going to take you out to soak up some sun." Cheng Xianxian carried the baby out of the room. She could already see the rocking chair placed near the doorway.
These people were really something! For a Princess, going outside felt no different from a prisoner being allowed fresh air in a yard. Under any other circumstances, Cheng Xianxian would never let herself be taken advantage of, but for the sake of her grand plan to escape the Prince's manor, she would endure.
"You all may withdraw. I will walk in the courtyard by myself." Cheng Xianxian had made up her mind to find a way out of the manor. If all else failed, she had to at least map out the layout of the grounds.
She needed to dismiss the people around her so she could wander the manor freely, but since these people were loyal to the mistress and the mistress's lover, they would likely never allow her to walk in the courtyard alone.
Sure enough, just as Cheng Xianxian thought this, Yu Yue stepped forward. "Princess, it is more convenient for this servant to follow you to attend to you. You are also holding the little prince; if you grow tired, this servant can lend a hand," Yu Yue said respectfully.
*Holy crap, she calls it 'attending to me,' but it's actually 'monitoring me,' isn't it?* Was she a prisoner or a Princess? Cheng Xianxian's memory was sharp; she clearly remembered hearing from the maids that she was being held under house arrest.
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