The Cousin Is About to Marry，The Abstinent Young Lord Loses Control-Chapter 124: Mingzhu, Do You Need Me to Teach You How?
Even though she was unwilling, Du Peifang still knelt before Princess An He.
This was a scene she had once imagined.
But in her imagination, she was kneeling as a daughter-in-law to Princess An He.
Rather than a concubine, serving the same old man as Princess An He!
Sitting in her high position, Princess An He took in every bit of Du Peifang’s unwilling expression.
Her eyes carried contempt.
Useless waste, with the road laid right before her feet, she still couldn’t seize the opportunity, yet she has the nerve to bear a grudge?
In front of everyone, losing face so badly.
If it weren’t for the Imperial Concubine in the palace causing trouble, whispering in the Emperor’s ear, she’d never even dream of entering Duke Mansion as a concubine!
At most, she could only snag the position of a cheap concubine.
Looking down at Du Peifang.
The more she looked, the more she found her an eyesore.
Princess An He lifted her hand slightly, and immediately someone brought a tray, placing it before Du Peifang.
The teacup was capped, yet warmth still emanated from it.
Thin strands of steam lingered in the air.
And then disappeared again.
Inside was boiling water, and even the cup had been freshly warmed, hence the effect.
Recalling Ji Mingzhu’s gloating look when she came to her courtyard to deliver a message.
Du Peifang’s expression changed slightly.
This was a feast at Hongmen.
She was that lamb awaiting slaughter.
Du Peifang hesitated to move, Princess An He murmured, "Is it that you’re unwilling to offer tea, or unwilling to be the concubine of the Lord?"
Both things, Du Peifang disliked.
With her family background, even if she didn’t marry Xie Yunzhen, she could marry a noble offspring.
Spend her life amongst riches.
Alas, all avenues were blocked...
Beneath the eaves, one must bow their head.
Moreover, her family hadn’t forgiven her, mess things up now, and no one would stand by her.
Du Peifang forced a smile.
"Serving you and the Lord is my blessing."
Trying to use this as a way to buy some time.
Her hand was already injured, if scalded again, scars would surely remain!
Ji Mingzhu wore a smile, openly watching the show unfold.
"Since it’s a blessing, Aunt Du, why not take it?"
Du Peifang gritted her teeth.
This person was sharp-tongued and ill-intentioned, is Xie Yunzhen blind?
How could he fancy Ji Mingzhu!
Facing Du Peifang’s hateful gaze, Ji Mingzhu raised her eyebrows.
The purpose of marrying Xie Yunzhen was to ensure Du Peifang didn’t have a good life.
As for what others might think of her, whether they’d find her mean-spirited.
She didn’t care.
"Aunt Du, please."
The tray was brought to her face, Du Peifang had no more time to delay.
Princess An He sneered at her coldly, clearly not intending to let it end this way.
Such schemes, Du Peifang had seen countless times at her maternal home.
Back then, she sat beside her mother.
Looking down arrogantly at the worthless concubines.
Now, she was the one kneeling.
Humiliation surged, almost drowning Du Peifang.
Even with mental preparation, she couldn’t help but shed tears.
No one present had sympathy for her.
No one spoke on her behalf.
The oppressive atmosphere emanating from Princess An He grew stronger, and Du Peifang had no choice but to bite her lip and reach for the teacup.
A touch, the scalding sensation made her instinctively retract her hand.
Fingertips an angry red.
The subconscious self-protection of her body made Du Peifang resist picking up that tea.
She hadn’t yet figured out a tactic.
Her mother’s hand suddenly trembled, the scalding tea spilled over her.
With Du Peifang’s scream, "Clang," the cup fell to the ground.
It rolled several times, finally stopping at Ji Mingzhu’s foot.
The tea had emptied, but the cup still exuded hot steam.
How scalding that tea must have been, one can imagine.
Gold held her breath in fright.
The one punished was Du Peifang, yet she still sweated for her own lady.
When her lady moves to the main courtyard, how could it be guaranteed the Princess wouldn’t use these means on her lady?
By then, could she protect her lady?
Du Peifang wore a thin silk dress, not much different in style from Ji Mingzhu’s.
The skin of her neck was exposed outside.
Every noble lady pays attention to skin care.
Boiling water poured over, instantly reddening a large area, and the most severe places even developed several blisters.
Du Peifang didn’t want to lose face in front of her rival, but she hurt too much.
Tears dropped patter-patter.
Her maid Xiao Mei knelt in plea.
"Princess Madam, my lady didn’t do it on purpose, her hand was injured, so she couldn’t hold the teacup steady, please forgive us this time. If you’re displeased, this servant will willingly take the punishment for my lady."
Princess An He laughed lightly, "Loyal one, looking at your sincerity, I won’t fuss."
Xiao Mei’s expression stiffened, eyes bewildered.
When did Princess Madam become so easy-going?
"The tea is gone, just replace it with a new cup, it’s no big deal, why cry and wail over it."
Princess An He glanced faintly at Ji Mingzhu.
Spoke to Du Peifang, "Mingzhu is the legal wife of the heir, her personally serving you tea is an immense honor, make sure you hold it steady this time, no trembling hands."
Mingzhu...
The name was overly familiar.
When Ji Mingzhu first arrived at Duke Mansion, to show Xie family was merciful, the old madam and Princess had called her thus.
Now these two words emerged again from the Princess’s mouth, Ji Mingzhu felt an ominous premonition.
The tea must have a problem.
Later if Du Peifang had any incident, Du Family would reckon accounts with Xie Family, she’d be the scapegoat.
For one, she could take care of Du Peifang.
Two, conveniently solve her, making way for Xie Yunzhen to marry a suitable wife in the future.
This truly was killing two birds with one stone.
If Yuan Changan hadn’t met with an accident, Ji Mingzhu might have found ways to remove herself.
Avoid these messy troubles.
But now, it seemed unnecessary.
She and Du Peifang were enemies by nature!
As the maid poured new tea, Ji Mingzhu rose to take it.
Step by step walked to Du Peifang.
Her expression was sympathetic, yet her eyes were icy.
Two completely opposite emotions, in Du Peifang’s eyes, at this moment Ji Mingzhu seemed like that femme fatale.
Kind-faced, evil-hearted, ever ready to take her life!
It was said Princess Madam would feed the backyard women infertility concoction.
Du Peifang wasn’t silly, just a little thought revealed the tea was suspect.
She was young, had the chance to rise again.
If she drank the infertility concoction, this life would be ruined!
Ji Mingzhu curled her lips, "Be careful Aunt Du, don’t drop the tea again."
Princess An He watched them with amusement.
As if admiring beasts vying against each other.
Eyes full of laughter.
The bad mood of the past few days washed away, even the illness seemed to have eased greatly.
Leaning against the arm of the soft seat, propping her temple with a hand, her stance leisurely.
Smilingly said, "Aunt Du’s hand is injured, inconveniently, she’s still your stepmother, how to show filial piety, Mingzhu, need me to teach you?"
