Reborn Young Lady's Peerless Grace

Chapter 142 Too bold

This statement was an allusion to the fact that Jiang Ce's meeting with Shen Wanqing was all for her, Zhao Yuruo.

Shen Wanqing's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly. After a long moment, she finally spoke, "I understand what Miss Zhao means. I don't want to be put in such an awkward situation, but he's my father's favorite student. How can I refuse him?"

"This..." Zhao Yurou also showed an expression of understanding and embarrassment: "Why don't I go see Master Jiang and persuade him. Miss Shen, if you and Master Jiang were seen alone together, it would be hard to explain in the future."

"But, at least let's meet..." Shen Wanqing hesitated to speak, as if she was not willing to leave.

Zhao Yurou spat inwardly. She usually pretended to be so noble, but now she just didn't want to miss the opportunity to get close to Master Jiang. She pretended to be sincere and advised, "Miss Shen, you have to think it through."

After talking for a while, Shen Wanqing walked away with a look of regret on her face.

Zhao Yurou was delighted, tidied her clothes, and walked upstairs.

Shen Wanqing walked to the corner of the teahouse, and Linglong grabbed the woman who was trying to escape and held her in front of her.

The woman trembled and called out: "Miss..."

Shen Wanqing's cold gaze fell on her, her eyes dark and unclear: "Qin'er, long time no see, why are you hiding?"

Qin Er looked embarrassed, a little embarrassed as if she had been caught: "No...no..."

There was a little maid following behind her. It was the first time she had seen such a scene and she was so scared that she didn't dare to say a word.

Shen Wanqing raised her brows slightly: "Looking at you like this, you are going to the Jiang Mansion to report the news and tell Jiang Ce, right? Do you know who Zhao Yurou is going to meet today?"

Qin'er thought about it, glanced at Shen Wanqing, and nodded hesitantly.

She didn't know it at first, but Zhao Yurou was supposed to rest in the Duke's Mansion, but now she went out with makeup on. So she followed her quietly out of curiosity, and unexpectedly heard the conversation between Zhao Yurou and Shen Wanqing.

"After you came and went, we don't even know if the person is still there, and the person behind all this must be your master. Jiang Ce probably can't afford to offend him." Shen Wanqing analyzed slowly, as if she was just talking to herself.

"Fourth Miss, what should I do?" Qin'er gritted her teeth and asked in a low voice.

Shen Wanqing didn't answer directly, but pointed to the clothing store across from the teahouse. "Do you see Madam Zhang in there wearing dark green clothes? I heard she loves to pry into gossip and rumors. If she finds out, she'll spread the news to half the noble ladies in Kyoto. You can't mess with someone like that easily."

After saying that, she asked Linglong to let go of Qin'er, smiled, and turned to go to Ji Medical Clinic.

Qin'er stood there thoughtfully. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she finally walked towards the clothing store.

As she picked out her clothes, she approached Madam Zhang and deliberately chatted with the maid: "You saw Miss Zhao from the Marquis's Mansion just now in the teahouse. The light pink crimson gauze dress she was wearing was absolutely beautiful. I wonder if we have it here?"

The little maid understood Qin'er's meaning and pointed to the one behind Madam Zhang: "Sister, take a look at this one and see if it suits your taste."

Qin'er pretended to look at it and stopped in front of the skirt to look at it.

The little maid continued, "I also saw a man in the room that Miss Zhao went to. Sister, do you think the recent rumors are true?"

Mrs. Zhang paused while selecting the cloth. Speaking of rumors, what was there that she didn't know? Could it be the rumored Miss Zhao who returned from her marriage to Zi Luo Country?

Although there was no special expression on her face, she pricked up her ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qin'er scolded, giving the little maid a warning look: "That person is not someone we can discuss."

The little maid stuck out her tongue and whispered a few words into Qin'er's ear. Qin'er looked surprised and sighed, muttering, "This is too bold."

Mrs. Zhang couldn't hear what they were whispering in her ear. She was so anxious that she felt like a kitten's claws were scratching her heart. She couldn't help but take two steps closer to Qin'er.

But Qin Er seemed to be doing this on purpose, and instead moved further away, as if she didn't want to be overheard by Madam Zhang. The two of them pointed at a room on the third floor of the teahouse across the street, their faces full of exaggerated and emotional expressions, which aroused Madam Zhang's curiosity even more.

Just when I was thinking of going over to say hello and chat, Qin'er pretended not to like the clothes and left with her sisters.

Mrs. Zhang was no longer in the mood to choose clothes and kept looking at the restaurant opposite.

The maidservant beside her naturally knew what kind of character her mistress was, so she suggested: "Madam, since you are tired from walking around, why don't you go sit across from her and have some tea and rest."

"You are quite clever." Mrs. Zhang smiled and tapped the maid's eyebrows, then ran directly to the third floor of the teahouse opposite.

At this moment, Shen Wanqing also arrived at Ji'an Hall.

When Du Zhijie saw her, he felt his heart beating fast. Just looking at her every frown and smile, he couldn't help but want to get closer, but the pain in his heart also spread.

The old man deliberately wanted to test whether Du Zhijie still had feelings for Shen Wanqing after being poisoned.

So he deliberately chatted and laughed with Shen Wanqing, discussed medical skills with her, felt her pulse, and then reached out to adjust the hairpin on her head: "Little disciple, your hairpin is crooked, let me straighten it for you."

Du Zhijie felt an inexplicable anxiety when he saw the interaction between the two. Seeing the old man making advances, his face was so gloomy that ink could drip out of it. He grabbed the old man's wrist and said, "Men and women should not touch each other. What are you doing?"

The old man blinked and added fuel to the fire, "Hey, General Du, you haven't left yet. Didn't you say you were going back to the General's Mansion to see the princess?"

Feeling Shen Wanqing's gaze, Du Zhijie wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start, and his chest felt very stuffy.

"Okay, stop it." Shen Wanqing couldn't help laughing. She said softly, "Zhijie, it's okay. I believe you."

This sentence seemed to soothe Du Zhijie's irritated heart, and even the pain seemed to ease. He nodded expressionlessly, sat aside and drank tea to cover up the corners of his mouth that he couldn't suppress.

The old man looked resentful. No matter what time it was, he was the only one who got hurt.

Someone came to the general's mansion at this moment and said that the second prince had sent someone to invite Du Zhijie into the palace.

Shen Wanqing was a little worried, but the old man just let him go indifferently: "Don't worry, even though he was poisoned, as long as Princess Wu Suyun is not affecting him, his mind will be normal."

On the other side, Mrs. Zhang arrived at the teahouse and luckily chose the room next to Jiang Ce's. Although she didn't hear anything, she saw Zhao Yurou and Jiang Ce walking out of the room apart. Zhao Yurou's eyes were still red, obviously she had been crying.

The imperial concubine curled her lips and smiled charmingly.