Chapter 12: The Cold Girl Asks Me to Wash Clothes?

  Leng Gong ignored Xiaoxian's astonished expression and directly pulled me almost off the bed.

  I stumbled and almost fell down. I couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh dear, be more gentle."

  But then Leng Gong swept a glance at me and said, "Is the lady trying to blame me?" The arrogance was palpable.

  I pouted and muttered under my breath: "You hurt me."

  "This doesn't count for anything, in the future, madam's delicate hands will be washing our lowest servant's clothes." After saying that, she didn't wait for me to respond and dragged me out of the door, leaving Xia Qian alone in the room in a daze.

  ……

  I was dragged by Leng Jie through seven twists and eight turns to a secluded small courtyard. The sound of laughter could be heard from afar.

  The sun was just right, under a tall Chinese parasol tree in the courtyard, several women who were washing clothes were laughing and joking. Suddenly, Leng's aunt coughed a few times, those women immediately became quiet as if they were frightened, squatting down to start washing their feet and the clothes in the basin, not daring to raise their heads or breathe loudly.

  I was still dazed and hadn't come to my senses yet, but I heard Leng Gu speak up and say: "This is the new madam who has just arrived in the mansion, she was demoted by Master today. From now on, all the dirty and hard work will be handed over to her alone."

  As soon as I finished speaking, he gave me a hard push forward. I stumbled and fell to the ground. Looking at my sorry state, one of the maids couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the others, seeing that I was a lowly wife, also joined in mocking me without restraint.

  The cold girl snorted and walked away with a swagger.

  But then those few maidservants bent down to pick up the wooden tubs and poured them out one by one beside me: "Since madam is new here, we'll let you get familiar with the environment. Madam, be sure to wash carefully, hehe." The sisters laughed and returned to the wooden house, leaving me alone with several basins of clothes.

  I glanced at the women in the house but said nothing and lowered my head to start washing clothes.

  But in the instant of lowering his head, he hooked a smile, how could the rustling movement in the nearby grass bush deceive my eyes?

  You think I'm a puppet doll for you to control at will?