The Concubine's Rebirth: The Poisoned Wife Does Not Bow Down

Chapter 27 Reversing Fate 02
"Miss is about to return it to the servant girl, just a few stitches away."

Hearing Nie Zhaoyang's concern, Nanny Lan felt comforted, smiled and said angrily, holding a jasmine sachet that was about to be finished, and two jasmine flowers with stretched petals were meticulously embroidered on the pink and purple silk gauze. .

"No, do it tomorrow!"

Nie Zhaoyang shook his head, flipped his wrist, bit off the needle thread from the sachet and stuffed it randomly into the needlework dustpan, then stared at Sister Lan with wide eyes and said coquettishly, "Mother Lan, the roasted corn you made last time is still there." Is it? Until now, I can’t help drooling just thinking about it!”

"Miss, are you hungry? This servant is going to get some to eat now."

Seeing Nie Zhaoyang staring straight at him with big eyes, rubbing his stomach with his hands and looking greedy, Nanny Lan hurriedly stood up regardless of needlework.

A few days ago, when the servant from the outer door came to deliver food, Nanny Lan asked him to buy a large basket of cheap old corn. She originally planned to pick up some firewood and set up a simple fire pit when she couldn't eat enough. Stuff a few corns into it and use it as a base after roasting, but who knew that when they tried roasting it and serving it to Nie Zhaoyang and Aunt Yue, the mother and daughter praised it deliciously in unison.

Although she is a concubine, Nie Zhaoyang is the real eldest lady of Prince Rong's mansion, and Aunt Yue is the concubine of Prince Rong at that time, but she is reduced to the old corn that the peddlers are not easy to sell.
Using it to fill her stomach, the more Lan Nanny thought about it, the more she felt sore and couldn't help but the corners of her eyes became moist, so she hurried out and walked out in fear that Aunt Yue and Nie Zhaoyang would feel sad seeing her like this.

After sending Nanny Lan away, Nie Zhaoyang turned around.

Looking at Aunt Yue sitting in front of the desk with her hands on the strings and concentrating on teaching her piano skills, Nie Zhaoyang smiled slightly, "Mother, please sit here for a while, I have a gift for you, go to the room to get it. "

"What do you want to give me?"

Aunt Yue pressed her fingers on the strings, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"My mother will know in a while, and now my mother will stay in the room and wait for me."

Nie Zhaoyang blinked his eyes, looking mysterious.

Staying in Aunt Yue's room for most of the day was to wait for this moment, and of course he couldn't say anything until the plan was completed.

After leaving the room, Nie Zhaoyang flicked up his skirt, and quickly rushed out of the courtyard.

After running out of the small courtyard, the red and green decorations in Rongwang's mansion were even worse than yesterday's. Nie Zhaoyang pursed his lips and rushed towards his destination like the wind.

The memories of her previous life are now as if they were yesterday when she thinks about them carefully. As long as her plan is correct, the key to whether their mother and daughter can turn around lies in today.

Based on the impression of his previous life, Nie Zhaoyang successfully avoided the servants of Prince Rong's mansion along the way. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the source of the noise in the mansion, Nie Zhaoyang's heart also faintly became nervous.

Although everything has been well-planned in my heart, it is still inevitable to be nervous when things come to an end.

The bustling noise is already close to my ears, as long as I bypass the wall in front of me, Nie Zhaoyang will officially start his plan to turn around in this life.

At this moment, revisiting the old place, listening to the lively sound separated by a wall, Nie Zhaoyang couldn't help feeling excited.

He stopped with slight apprehension, and carefully hid his body in the bushes, but his ears listened extremely carefully to all the sounds on the other side of the wall, the melodious sound of strings, strings, bamboos and moons, shouting and whispering. The sound of people drinking, the sound of fists and feet colliding with each other, the sound of "swooshing" arrows flying through the air, the sharp cheers for their master's victory, and the voices of regret and comfort for their master's defeat... …

(End of this chapter)