The maid is the queen

Chapter 3
I know that once I say it, it will appear that I am very scheming. I have only been a girl in the backyard of the Yang family for five or six months.

No matter how embarrassing it was, he still raised his head, smiled kindly, and said bravely, "Butler Jin, I want to see Master Yang."

He snorted coldly and said thoughtfully, "I see."

"Please, Steward Yang, if my mother hadn't been seriously ill, I wouldn't want to embarrass Steward Jin."

"Wait." He said and left.

But he left a sentence: "Awang, it seems that there is still a girl missing. When you look for a girl in the past, you have to look at your wealth."

"Yes, Butler Jin." The people behind quickly responded.

No matter what they think, or they won't let me continue in the Yang family, how can the Yang family tolerate the blood of a daughter who insults the family? Back then, it wasn't because she was so tough that my mother was able to marry my father. For being pregnant with me.

Uneasy in my heart, my queen pulled out the grass between the flowers, the brightly blooming hibiscus flower nodded with a smile, and the hibiscus flower facing the water showed a weak and delicate face.

This sloppy scenery couldn't catch my eyes, and my red and swollen eyes hurt a little from the sun.

Around noon, Butler Jin came to tell me personally that Yang Shangshu let me go.

With joy in my heart, I patted the dirt on my body and passed.

Walking on the quiet flower path, a little bit of joy fills the heart.

As soon as the wind blows, the fragrance of lotus blows towards us. It is the time when the lotus is in full bloom in summer. The young ladies of the Yang family are probably drinking tea and eating snacks on the gazebo. laughter.

Although I am a slave in the Yang family, I have never even met the young lady of the Yang family, let alone my mother's mother, who is my grandma.

Sunshine mixed with the fragrance of flowers, accompanied by that delicate and crunchy smile, this seems to be hope.

No matter how much hate I have, I always believe that blood is thicker than water.

"Master, someone brought it here." Butler Jin knocked on the door politely, his voice lowered a lot.

A majestic voice came from inside: "Let her in."

Butler Jin turned to look at me, and said flatly: "In front of the master, what should be said and what should not be said, you'd better be smart and go in."

"Yes." I nodded, then bowed my head and stepped into the house.

When I looked up, I saw Master Yang sitting on a big mahogany table, that is, my uncle.

She has a bit of resemblance to my mother, but looks more majestic, and her facial features are a little harder, looking at me with eyes that are not angry but majestic.

"Are you Yang Liuxin's daughter?"

He just asked this question, which made me a little startled. He just called my mother's name without any emotion.

But I still nodded and said, "Yes."

In case he would not believe me, I wiped my muddy and grass-stained hands on the hem of the skirt, and carefully rolled up my sleeves. I wore a red rope on my wrist, and a small wooden bead was hung on the rope, engraved with the words The word Liu Xin.

But he didn't look at it carefully, but glanced at me lightly and said: "I heard that you have been a girl in the Yang family for six months, why?"

"My mother is sick." I said softly, feeling sad again.

He still lowered his head to write his stuff, while reading and copying.I gritted my teeth and called out in a low voice: "Uncle, mother is very ill. Yesterday she vomited blood and fainted. The doctor said it was a stroke. I want to ask the genius doctor in Beijing to show my mother."

"Oh." He responded lightly.

I waited for him to ask, but he didn't have anything.

"Uncle." I called softly again.

He raised his head, with disgust in his eyes: "Don't call me uncle."

This sentence weighed heavily on my heart: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, Zhiqiu has an unfeeling wish, and I want to ask Mr. Yang to lend me 100 taels of silver to ask the doctor to take care of my mother's illness. Zhiqiu is very young and is gone. Daddy, I don’t want to and I don’t have a mother.”

He stared at me: "Yang Liuxin has nothing to do with Yang's residence after leaving Yang's residence."

"Master Yang, but, she is your younger sister. After leaving the Yang residence, she broke off the relationship, and her blood is thicker than water, breaking the connection of bones and tendons. I beg Master Yang to save my mother. Zhiqiu will kneel down for you." , Kowtow to you, if it is not a last resort, Zhiqiu would not want to embarrass Master Yang."

Tears blurred my eyes drop by drop, and my heart ached.

He was still indifferent: "Go back, and never come to Yang's house again."

"Isn't it okay to just take pity on a poor woman?"

"Zhiqiu, don't hate me." He stood up, but his cold eyes were extremely persistent: "No."

A string in my heart was broken in an instant.

No, still no.

It is because of mother that instead of letting the Yang family climb up to the royal family and nobles, they humiliated the Yang family. They all hate mother.

"I'm sorry." I stood up, holding back my tears and wanted to smile at him: "Today I'm worrying too much."

Turning around and going out, teardrops fell like beads with a broken thread.

I don't hate, I don't hate, but my heart hurts so much.

No matter how many mistakes she makes, she will die, can't she really let go?

I ran out the door, and ran out from the side of the flower path, and I could still hear the singing of warblers and swallows, but it was full of irony.

(End of this chapter)