After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

Zishan sighed and said, "Qiujun was so glorious in Cangbai Hall back then! She grew up with Master Ying, and when her brother grew up and went out to the separate courtyard, it was natural for her to become the head maid in charge of the courtyard. She was valued by the master and liked by the lady, and the servants all talked about how blessed she would be in the future."

"Who would have thought that once I had angered my master, I would be thrown out of the goodwill of more than ten years and sent straight to the laundry! And it was for such a shameless thing. If it were someone with a stronger personality, I'm afraid he wouldn't want to live right now."

Ning'er's heart moved, and she murmured, "Washing place?"

Zishan said, "Yes, it's the laundry!" She showed a look of fear and pity on her face, "That place, not to mention that she has never done heavy work, a young lady with a delicate body can't stand the hardship even if she is doing ordinary cleaning and odd jobs."

Lingzhi also sighed, which was rare, "That's right. Once you get there, no matter if you were a maid or a respectable daughter-in-law, you have to work day and night. It's not so bad now that it's spring, but if it's winter, the water is freezing cold. Even a body made of iron will be worn out after a few months, and it's not uncommon for fingers to be frozen."

Zishan and Lingzhi were originally second-class maids serving in the old lady's room. Although they were not as respected as the senior maids, they were always very respectable and were brought up with great care since childhood.

For these maids who were respected in the backyard, the most horrible thing in life was to be driven out of the house, which was really worse than killing themselves.

The second thing was that he was driven out of the yard by his master and sent to a place of hardship and suffering.

Therefore, they felt particularly empathetic towards Qiu Yun, who was also a maid and even had a better future, but ended up in such a situation.

After hearing this, Ning'er was speechless for a moment. She lowered her head to look at her slender white hands, feeling mixed emotions.

Should we say that she is lucky?

The river water in late autumn and early winter is already freezing cold. When you immerse your hands in the water, it may be fine at first, but after a short while, you will feel the cold, pain and itchiness. After another hour or two, you will become numb and lose all feeling.

At that time, she was not even as tall as the baskets that held the piles of clothes. She followed the foreman, stumbling as she learned how to wash clothes.

The woman in charge looked down on her because she was young and weak, and always complained that she couldn't wash clean enough. She was only willing to give her half the wages for a full day's work.

It's really strange, Ning'er thought. She had been doing this for several years. Her hands were broken and healed, healed and then broken again, but now they are still so clean.

It was as if those wounds with blood mixed with hair at the cracks in the past had never appeared on her hands.

Zishan asked, "Come to think of it, how did you run into her? Qiujun has not lived in the backyard since she was kicked out of Cangbai Hall."

Ning Er raised her head from her memories and said vaguely, "There was a fire in the mansion yesterday. Maybe because there were so many people, I ran into that maid."

Zishan nodded and said, "That's right. It was such a mess yesterday that no one cared about these little things."

Ning Er added, "It turns out that the Marquis's Mansion has its own laundry room. I thought they were all sent out to special laundry maids for disposal."

Lingzhi smiled and said, "Miss, you don't know. In a family like ours, the master is a bit more particular about cleanliness and won't let outsiders touch his clothes. Even the needles and thread are kept in the house, and he won't ask outsiders for help, let alone for washing."

"However, with so many people in the mansion, all relying on the laundry, how can we keep up? Therefore, it has become a rule in the mansion that the laundry of servants below the second rank must be sent out on time."

"I see," Ning'er listened carefully and asked her, "Where is the laundry room? I want to go over and take a look. Is it possible?"

The girl's sudden question startled Lingzhi. She hurriedly advised: "What's so good about going there? There are so many people and it's so messy. Be careful not to dirty your shoes."

Ning Er ignored her and told Zi Shan, "Comb my hair for me and bring me some clothes that are convenient for me to wear."

Lingzhi looked at Zishan helplessly, and seeing that she was determined, she could only say, "If you want to go, I will accompany you. That place is remote, almost out of the house."

Ning Er smiled at her and said, "No need to trouble Sister Lingzhi, just let Chuncao accompany me."

Miss Ning suddenly decided to go to the laundry, so it was inconvenient for her to wear something too fancy. Zishan chose a dark blue round-necked bodice for her, with a lotus pink double-breasted stand-up collared short shirt underneath, and tied her hair into a low bun. It was neither eye-catching nor dignified.

Lingzhi took Chuncao by the hand and explained to her in detail how to get there: "Please take good care of the girl and don't linger too long. If anything goes wrong, come back immediately."

The girl offered to take her there. Chuncao was very happy. She nodded absentmindedly, "Don't worry, sister. Nothing will go wrong as long as I am with the girl."

------

Chuncao accompanied Ning'er and walked a long way in one breath. She looked around and saw that there was no one in front or behind, so she lowered her voice and asked, "Miss, where are we going?"

Ning Er was surprised and said, "The laundry place."

Chuncao was dumbfounded: "They really went there! I thought the girl was just looking for an excuse to fool them and was actually going somewhere else."

Ning Er smiled and said, "I am in your heart, so I can't follow the rules?"

Chuncao blushed and stammered, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was," she raised her eyes and glanced at Ning'er secretly, "even if you want to go somewhere else, even to a tiger's den or a dragon's lair, I will accompany you, young lady!"

Ning Er smiled and teased her, "So Miss Chuncao, you are here to show your loyalty to me. Don't worry, there is no need to go to the tiger's den or dragon's den today. I am just here to look for someone at the laundry."

After passing two more courtyard walls and entering an inconspicuous gatehouse in the southwest corner, there was a wide open space with noisy voices and the sound of flowing water and wooden hammers.

When the two gatekeepers saw two young ladies with delicate skin and tender flesh coming in, all dressed in exquisite clothes, they knew that they were either the master's daughters or the maids who were favored by the master. They did not dare to neglect them and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Greetings to the young ladies. Why did the noble come to this place? What instructions do you have? Just tell me."

As he spoke, he bent down to help them dust. Ning'er had never seen such a diligent and flattering servant, and she was surprised in her heart, but she remained calm on the surface.

She glanced at Chuncao, who took out two purses and stuffed them into their arms, saying with a smile, "You two mothers have worked hard, so our girls will buy you some wine."

The old woman thanked him profusely and took it, flattering him non-stop: "Miss, how can a fairy like you come here?"