Chapter 3 The Secret in the Earrings

Jiang Jiaojiao scolded the servant angrily: "What are you making a fuss about?"

She had just sent the maid to look for her cousin, and the doorman said that he had not seen the cousin come back.

Later, she heard that her father had changed his mind and expelled Jiang Shuyue from the house, so she went to the Chuihua Gate to wait.

She was not satisfied with this result, how could she let Jiang Shuyue leave comfortably.

Jiang Zhengming and Yang came over after hearing the shouting.

Of course, Yang came to see how Jiang Shuyue left in embarrassment.

Jiang Shuyue paused and looked at the servant.

It was autumn, and the servant's forehead was sweating, which must be a big deal.

She thought about the previous and subsequent events, and it was not difficult to see through Yang's wishful thinking.

"Master, Madam, something bad has happened. The cousin molested the maid in the princess's mansion and his leg was broken by the guards of the princess's mansion."

Hearing the servant's words, Yang's body swayed, and Wang Po quickly reached out to support her.

The pain in her back made Jiang Shuyue even weaker. She forced herself to turn around slightly.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of her mouth. She couldn't do anything now, but planting thorns was still possible.

She looked at Mrs. Wang expressionlessly: "If he listened to you and went back to the Yang family to find Dongmei immediately, would this leg not have to be broken?"

"Miss! When... when did I let him find Dongmei?"

"Enough!" Yang scolded harshly, and her eyes looked at Mrs. Wang differently.

Mrs. Wang shrank her neck in fear. Dongmei was her granddaughter and worked as a maid in the Yang family.

She gave the young master that kind of medicine, how could she let him go back to find Dongmei? Wouldn't that ruin the lady's plan?

"Miss, let's go! The coachman is waiting outside. Once you leave this door, don't call yourself the eldest lady of the Jiang family anymore." The housekeeper urged with a brown paper bag in his hand.

The master and servant walked out of the gate of the Shangshu Mansion without looking back, and supported each other to get on the carriage.

Just after leaving the city gate, Qiuju saw Jiang Shuyue's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

She said anxiously: "Miss, does your wound hurt? If it weren't for Mrs. Wang urging you, I should have changed your clothes and applied medicine to your wound before leaving."

"Silly girl, how could the palace doctor give us medicine? He still has to rely on the Shangshu Mansion for a living."

"Mrs. Wang had someone beat you. Your injury is on your butt, right? Hurry up and lie down on the small couch."

Jiang Shuyue saw Qiuju kneeling in the carriage to sort out the packages, and she knew that this girl's butt must have been beaten to pieces and couldn't sit.

Qiuju's eyes were misty: "Miss, your back injury is more serious than mine, don't rub it against the wall of the carriage, you lie on the small couch, I can kneel."

Jiang Shuyue couldn't be more stubborn than Qiuju, the carriage was too small, and finally she asked Qiuju not to sort out the clothes in the package and let her lie on two packages.

At night, the driver lit the lantern, which flickered on and off and moved on the official road, like a ghost wandering under the night sky.

The master and servant were in pain and hungry, and they both fell asleep without knowing when.

"Miss Jiang, we have arrived at the farm, get off the car quickly, I have to hurry back to the Shangshu Mansion to report." The driver shouted loudly, and no longer called himself a servant in front of her.

Qiuju slid off the package with a start, and saw Jiang Shuyue open her eyes.

She looked outside and said, "Miss, go slowly, wait for me to move the package off the car and then come up to help you."

Jiang Shuyue struggled to get up from the small couch. After a night of bumps, her whole body hurt even more.

The master and servant got off the carriage with difficulty, and the maids in the yard cast strange eyes at them as if they were looking at monsters, and no one came up to help carry the package.

The head maid and the driver whispered for a while, and she sent the driver away, and then walked over slowly.

"Come with me. Since you are not the eldest lady, don't act like one."

The old woman's tone was unfriendly. She glanced at the two of them with her triangular eyes, and then walked in on her own.

"You stay here and recover first. You will go to work in the fields with everyone in a few days. The farm doesn't keep useless people."

The head old woman walked to the door and turned back to Qiuju and said, "Go to the kitchen to get your three meals a day. It's past breakfast time today. Go at noon."

Qiuju looked at the simple house, which was even more broken than the house where the servants of the Shangshu Mansion lived.

There was only a wooden bed, a table, and two chairs in the room, and they were still broken.

There was a broken wooden box in the corner of the room, and there was no wardrobe.

When Qiuju heard the footsteps of the head old woman going away, tears welled up in her eyes: "Miss, they are too bullying. Living in a broken house and not giving you food, you haven't eaten for two meals."

Jiang Shuyue was not the original owner, so she didn't feel too aggrieved. Instead, she felt like she had survived a disaster.

She asked, "Qiuju, did you bring your sewing kit?"

Qiuju unwrapped a package, took out the sewing kit and put it on the table.

Jiang Shuyue took the embroidery needle and pierced the side of her thumb.

Looking at the blood on the lady's finger, Qiuju exclaimed, "Miss, don't hurt yourself."

"Silly girl, I have a fever. There is no medicine here. I have to bleed to reduce the fever."

Qiuju said with some fear, "I thought the lady was upset."

Jiang Shuyue touched Qiuju's forehead. Fortunately, she was fine.

Jiang Shuyue looked at the bare bed. She said to Qiuju, "We can't just sit and wait for death. You go and bring two bowls of water. We will drink it and go out to find herbs."

"Miss, when did you recognize herbs?" Qiuju asked in confusion.

"I read so many books, so I recognize them naturally. Go quickly, I will pack the clothes."

Seeing Qiuju go out, Jiang Shuyue put the two packages of clothes into the broken wooden box.

She couldn't cover the box with the things in it, so she simply used the lid of the wooden box to put the clothes and covered it with a piece of cloth.

Looking at the makeup box that was looted by Jiang Jiaojiao, she took off the earrings and picked up the simplest pair of white jade earrings inside.

The jade was not clear enough, and there seemed to be a cloud of white mist inside, which showed that the quality was not very good.

Ordinary ones were fine, and she quickly changed the earrings.

She exerted force with her thumb, and blood oozed out again, and a drop of blood was quickly swallowed by the jade pendant.

Suddenly, she felt a force pushing her, and her body lost weight, and the scene in front of her was completely new.

"Where is this? Did I wear it to another corner?"

Jiang Shuyue was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Chickens and sheep were running on a large grassland, and a spring was bubbling, and the clear spring water flowed into a stream.

There were a few thatched houses beside the stream.

Looking further away, there was a vast expanse of white.

"Why can't I see clearly? Am I in the body of a cataract patient?" Jiang Shuyue rubbed her eyes quickly.

She looked down and it was still the same.

She lowered her head and felt a pain in her back. She was sure that she was still the unlucky eldest daughter of the Jiang family.

There was a piece of land next to the thatched house. She looked around and it was lush and green, but she couldn't see far away. It was like a fairyland.

She touched the white jade earrings involuntarily and murmured: "Is this the legendary space? God treats me well."

Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps and wondered how to get out.

She stumbled and appeared in the broken house again.