One day later.
"Young lady, we have arrived at the Marquis' Mansion," the maid said.
Jiang Ning's eyelashes fluttered and opened her eyes. Then she stretched out her hand and opened a corner of the curtain. What came into view was the plaque of the Marquis Mansion.
And there was a woman standing in front of the door. Her skin was as white as snow, her appearance was stunning, and she had an aura of nobility, like a pampered princess.
Jiang Mengyue...
At seven o'clock in the morning, the Mu family villa started to become lively.
Everyone who goes to work and goes to school has already gotten up. Mu Kuiyuan had very strict requirements for his children in the early years. He had strict standards regarding food, clothing, housing, transportation to how to behave, so the three children of the Mu family did not have the habit of sleeping in.
Except for Mu Chenxing, who was in school and slept a little longer on weekends, the other two were able to sit at the dining table and have breakfast at 7:30am.
"Princess, just call me Mu Mian. I'm not qualified to be your master."
Mu Mian, whose outlook in life was refreshed, smiled stiffly.
She was afraid that this person would reach level seven tomorrow, and the master would be worse than the apprentice.
Hey, I can't afford to lose face.
After hearing this, Butler Jiang's face suddenly turned cold. He stared at Mrs. Zhao and took back the money bag he handed over.
Looking at the housekeeper's cold expression, Mrs. Zhao panicked and quickly shook her head and argued, "Ning'er, how could Auntie sell you? You must have been confused and heard it wrong..."
"Oh? No?"
Jiang Ning's eyes fell on Zhao's waist. Zhao felt guilty and subconsciously covered the cloth belt tied around her waist.
Jiang Ning suddenly opened her eyes, and a cold look flashed in her eyes.
The man was stunned, "Why are you awake? Hehe, it's better to be awake and it's more fun to play..."
Filled with hatred, Jiang Ning grabbed the hard wooden box on the side and smashed it on the man's head.
Jiang Ning pushed the man away coldly, put her hand into the man's clothes, and looked for her contract of sale. She quickly found a piece of paper and took it out.
In the dilapidated small courtyard, Jiang Ning lay paralyzed on the yellowed quilt, with unkempt hair and a miserable look on her face.
A mouse rustled across her body. She moved her eyelids but remained still.
A pair of broken legs have long been immobilized due to lack of medical treatment.
With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and a man in coarse linen clothes came in cursing.
Xiaocui tilted her head, thought for a while, and replied:
"It's not a big deal, it's just that you said he has a low bloodline and it is an insult to the royal bloodline.".
"Then His Majesty sent him out of the palace to pay homage to the Buddha."
This...Original owner, come back, I have a meal of fried meat on bamboo boards that I want to treat you to!
