[COMPLETE] Transmigrated Author: The Quiet Plum

Chapter 22: They're Back

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Seeing the young miss under the soft light looking serious and endlessly tapping her fingers on the table, Old Shang who was taking his afternoon walk, stopped in his tracks.

His wrinkly eyes glazed over as though memories took control of his mind.

His steps floated over, "Eldest Miss..."

Hong Chun tumbled out from her deep reverie, and her lips parted in slight surprise.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw Old Shang's clear eyes. She felt some dissonance to the scene before her but didn't speak her mind.

Old Shang kept a proper distance as a servant should but couldn't restrain himself from looking at the table.

There, the expensive-looking narcissus hairpin was carelessly placed.

The lady followed his gaze and didn't even bother to hide the hairpin.

It was odd that the old man wasn't looking for trouble with her imaginary bullies. Hong Chun never really had bullies as she was just an invisible daughter of a fifth-ranked official but this Old Shang always insisted to fight bullies for her.

"If the eldest miss is unwilling to marry, then this servant is willing to lay this old one's life."

To say that she was shocked was an understatement.

Why the heck would Old Shang say these words with reverence in his eyes? It was as though he was a valiant soldier sacrificing himself for the country.

Seeing that she was scared enough to not speak, his withered eyes were misty. "This old one doesn't have use and can only do this much. Hoping that Eldest Miss won't feel wronged, this is my last wish."

There seemed to be a well of unsaid words in his throat but the stifled atmosphere wasn't conducive to say them.

Hong Chun felt a storm sweeping over her entire body. This small interaction was enough to cause a rampage in her mind.

After all, she was someone allergic to drama and this circumstance smelled just like an unfolding dog-blood drama.

She didn't have a clue to what was happening and gasped as though something was pinching the organ inside her ribcage. Her whole body felt the symptoms of her drama allergy.

"Old Shang..." Her breath was shaky. "This young miss feels tired and will rest for now."

The white-haired person bowed in a more deferential manner than usual.

"For the Eldest Miss to be happy, these old bones will do anything."

Hong Chun didn't dare to look at him anymore. She felt that if she stayed any longer, he would start kowtowing.

She didn't have the courage to accept that or to stop him from doing so. She could only hurry and get out of this sticky situation.

To live simply, that was her desire.

Steadying her breath, she closed the door once she reached her courtyard.

Everyone knew the Hong miss preferred not to have personal maids. She only had servants around her courtyard when it was cleaning time or when they served food.

Other than that, she only liked herself for company.

Of course, Mother Hong strongly opposed this. How could a xiaojie be left to her own devices?