Rebirth and Revenge: The Black-bellied Prostitute

What Mrs. Hou Ye gave Xia Chi Wansu was an ordinary wormwood sachet, although this sachet is relatively ordinary.

But Nanny Gui added something else in it, this sachet has a refreshing effect, and the fragrance is longer than ordinary wormwood sachets.

"This is given to Wan'er by my aunt, so Wan'er is naturally puzzled!"

Xia Chiwan's acting like a baby and caring about the old Mrs. Hou Ye's appearance naturally pleases the old Mrs. Hou Ye more.

Especially when the scent of the wormwood sachet gradually overwhelmed the scent on Xia Chiwan's clothes, Mrs. Hou Ye's complexion became more beautiful.

"My old body is getting old. I didn't expect that this girl Wan fell in love with my old body. Girl Wan, I'm fine on weekdays. Would you like me to accompany my old body?"

"Of course I do, I'm afraid my aunt will find Wan'er annoying and won't let Wan'er into the room."

Xia Chiwan immediately complied, expressing that she was very happy to find Mrs. Hou Ye.

"Look at this girl, she's as poor as the old man."

The old Mrs. Hou Ye was happy, and there was only one only grandson left in the Hou Ye's mansion.

Little Hou Ye Sun Jianxing, like a boy of this age, absolutely can't calm down. He runs outside all day, and naturally has less communication with the old Hou Ye's wife, let alone this kind of intimacy and coquettishness.

Aunt Qiu, who was waiting to see Xia Chiwan make a fool of herself, felt aggrieved when she saw this situation.

How could this happen, why didn't Mrs. Hou Ye get angry, why didn't Mrs. Hou Ye insult Xia Chiwan?

Aunt Qiu could stay still, but Xia Furong couldn't.

When Mrs. Hou Ye came to the mansion today, she didn't even look at her more.

Therefore, seeing that Mrs. Hou Ye didn't seem to care about the fragrance on Xia Chiwan's clothes, she couldn't sit still.

"Second sister, where did you find this spice, it smells really good."

As soon as Xia Furong opened her mouth, Aunt Qiu yelled "Oops" in her heart, and quickly played sloppy eyes.

"It's getting late, be careful if you're hungry, Mrs. Hou Ye."

When eating in a rich family, they naturally pay attention to eating without talking or sleeping.

There was no aunt in the past, and this habit was not strictly enforced in the Xiangfu, but when the aunt came, Aunt Qiu knew that she must abide by this rule.

It's just that the smell of the sachet overwhelmed the scent on Xia Chiwan's clothes, and the anger of Mrs. Hou Ye has not completely subsided.

Hearing Xia Furong's words, Mrs. Hou Ye's face darkened again.

Such a cheap fragrance, Xia Furong actually praised it!

Xia Furong was not pleasing, and Aunt Qiu was even less pleasing.

"Boran, it seems that during this time when I was resting, you didn't teach your aunt how to write the word 'respect'. If your prime minister's mansion is still in such a mess, I won't go there anymore!"

"Auntie, don't be angry. Aunt Qiu alone can't represent our entire Xiangfu. Besides, Auntie doesn't like Wan'er, so don't you want to come and see Wan'er?"

Xia Chiwan held Mrs. Hou Ye's hand resolutely, and shook it gently.

"That's right, she's just a lowly concubine, I really take her too seriously!"

If Madam Hou Ye could step on Aunt Qiu's face once, she would naturally be able to step on Aunt Qiu's face a second time.

The word "concubine" is the label old Mrs. Hou Ye put on Aunt Qiu.

Xia Chiwan helped Mrs. Hou Ye to the table and sat down, then looked at Xia Furong with a smile.

Xia Chiwan's smile made Xia Furong feel bad, her scalp went numb.