Transmigrated into a goddess from another world, and criticized the King of Yan for loving her like

Lu Huan: "Just give her some water for the next two days, and give her some food after these two days. It doesn't have to be too good. Since she is stubborn, just give her some leftovers."

"Don't worry about her poop. Let's see how much of her self-esteem can be preserved."

Zhong Cang: "Yes. It's too late. Master, go back and rest. I will take care of it."

Lu Huan responded calmly and walked to the door of his room. Then he turned around as if he remembered something and instructed him, "By the way, find someone to keep an eye on Su Zhao. If there is anything, send someone to report back to me."

Zhong Cang was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I understand, Your Highness, don't worry."

Zhong Cang was the first secret guard to follow Lu Huan. Over the years, he had never been seen to care about anyone or anything. But recently he discovered that Lu Huan was particularly concerned about Su Zhao, and last time he even went to Zhiyi City to see her despite the danger.

Although he noticed this, he did not say much. Lu Huan was his master. In his opinion, as long as it did not threaten his master's safety, he would do whatever his master told him to do.

*

The Tongpan Mansion in Zhiyi City is inside the Pear Courtyard.

Jiang Xueli finished writing the last word and slammed the wolf-hair brush down on the table. "I'm finally done. I'm so tired."

Jiang Xuewei picked up the wolf-hair brush that she had placed on the table, and carefully checked it for a while. Seeing that there was no problem, she was relieved. "You are just impatient. The handle of this wolf-hair brush is made of the finest jade, and it feels soft and delicate. What if you broke it?"

"What's the big deal? If it's broken, can't we just ask a skilled craftsman to make another one? There's nothing to be surprised about." Jiang Xueli said nonchalantly.

"I heard that His Royal Highness Prince Yan is already preparing the betrothal gifts. Sister, you are not in a hurry, so why would you have the time to look at this wolf-hair brush?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. "How could a country girl who came out of nowhere and didn't even know her own date of birth marry the Prince of Yan? Her ancestors must have gone bankrupt."

Su Qian is an orphan, so naturally he doesn't know his own birth date.

But ancient weddings were complicated, with documents and etiquette such as "Three Books and Six Rites".

One of the six rituals is "asking for the name", which means the man has to ask the woman's name and date of birth, and then use the birth dates of both of them to do divination to determine good or bad luck.

Generally speaking, the horoscopes of two people must match before they can proceed to the next step.

But Su Qian didn't know her own birth date at all, so Yan Xuanye asked someone to skip this step.

At that time, he said to Su Qian: "We grassland children don't care about these things, as long as we have a mutual understanding. Regardless of whether our birth dates are compatible, I want you."

The three books and six ceremonies were all empty formalities in Yan Xuanye's eyes. He only prepared for the wedding according to the Central Plains ceremony because Su Qian wanted him to treat her as his wife.

But for women like Jiang Xueli who take etiquette very seriously in their wealthy homes, this is simply nonsense!

Jiang Xuewei washed the wolf-hair brush she had used and hung it up to dry. "Don't worry, sister. Haven't we already made the plan?"

Jiang Xueli came close to her and whispered, "Sister, will this really work?"

Jiang Xuewei said calmly: "No matter if it works or not, we should try our best. If it can help my sister, it will also be my intention as a sister."

Jiang Xueli sat up straight with satisfaction: "Sister, you treat me well. I'll remember it and won't let you down. If this good thing really happens, I will definitely thank you very much."

Jiang Xuewei smiled, took her hand, and the two of them put their hands together, "We are sisters, you don't have to be polite."

In the Tingxiao Courtyard, Lu Feng walked in and saluted Su Qian who was applying rouge, "Goddess, the two girls from the Jiang family are here. They said they offended you a few days ago, and now that their confinement has been lifted, they want to come and apologize to you in person, hoping to get your forgiveness."

Now in the entire Zhiyi City, except Yan Xuanye who calls her Qianqian, and Cuiwei who calls her "girl", everyone else calls her "goddess".

Su Qian didn't care whether they were sincere or not, they just kept calling her that.

Day after day, Su Qian went from being uncomfortable at first to becoming accustomed to it.

Cuiwei was packing rouge powder into boxes. When she heard Lu Feng's report, she curled her lips sarcastically and said, "Young lady, you'd better not meet them. They must be planning something bad. They said they came to apologize to the goddess. I think they just want to lower your vigilance."

Su Qian tried the color of the rouge and was very satisfied.

In the past, she lived in modern times and studied very hard. Occasionally, she saw several female classmates secretly trying out the cosmetics they bought, and she was envious at times.

There is no girl who doesn’t love beauty, and the love of beauty is not limited by age.

Her good classmate once shared with her that she had secretly worn her mother's high heels and put on her mother's lipstick when she was in elementary school.

But Su Qian had never had such an experience. At the age when she was studying hard, she was naturally envious when she saw other girls discussing newly released movies and lipstick colors together.

Now that she has traveled through time to ancient times, Cuiwei would help her wash and put on makeup every morning, which made her more curious and fond of makeup.

She fiddled with the perfume in her hand and said nonchalantly, "Then I won't see you."

"Lu Feng, let them go back. I don't want to see them."

Su Qian didn't say anything. Their arrival ruined her good mood.

Lu Feng: "I will do it right away."

Cuiwei was relieved that her daughter finally understood. "My daughter is right. I think from now on, you should have less contact with them."

She had not forgotten those two cunning girls, and they had thought of ruining Su Qian's reputation. Now she still felt angry when she thought about it.

Jiang Xuewei and Jiang Xueli were standing in the yard, and naturally heard the conversation between the three of them. Jiang Xueli did not look very good, and Jiang Xuewei held her hand, telling her not to be impulsive so as not to ruin the plan.

Perhaps because they had suffered at the hands of Lu Feng, the two were still somewhat wary in front of her and did not dare to say anything unnecessary.

Lu Feng stood upright in the courtyard, looking quite dignified. "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, but the goddess caught a cold a few days ago and is still not well. I am afraid that the disease may have passed on to you two girls, so I will not invite you in for tea today."

"You two girls, please go back."

Jiang Xueli smiled slightly: "Originally, I just wanted to apologize to the goddess. Since the goddess is not feeling well, it's fine. We two sisters will come to visit the goddess in a few days."

"We'll take our leave now."

The two sisters greeted each other and then turned to leave. Jiang Xueli didn't say anything, but her face looked bad, while Jiang Xuewei looked fine.

After returning to the Pear Courtyard, Jiang Xueli started to lose her temper, "How dare this slut disrespect me like this! What's the point of using pollen and rouge? I hope she can rot her black-hearted face!"

The set of brushes and washbasins on the table were swept to the ground by her, and the wolf-hair brush with a jade bamboo body was also broken. This was in line with her words that if it was broken, she would ask a skilled craftsman to make another one.

When Jiang Xueli saw the pen was broken, she just glanced at it calmly without saying anything, and then started cursing Su Qian again.

Jiang Xuewei glanced at her back as she smashed things, then looked at the emerald jade wolf-hair brush on the ground.

idiot!