To Be A Virtuous Wife

7

The news that wang ye was coming to zhengyuan was enough to make the servants cheerful. Everybody started the preparations needed, wanting to renovate the entire yard if possible.

Qu Qing Ju actually became one of the calmest in the houyuan. Her hair hanging wet and loose, she allowed Jin Zhan to gently dry her hair, Yin Liu to manage her hands, Yu Zan her feet and Mu Jin to pick her clothes and accessories.

"Wang fei's feet are very beautiful," Yu Zan sighed in admiration. Wang fei's feet were pale, the toes round and tender to the touch. Half a beat later, she sighed again, "The last time Ban Xia was performing an exotic dance, wang ye had praised her feet too. Nubi thinks that she can't compare to wang fei at all."

"What thing is she, that you compare her to wang fei?" Mu Jin picked a red jade hairpin from a box. Hearing what Yu Zan said, she snorted: "She's just a lowly person, she doesn't deserve to be mentioned."

Yu Zan finally remembered that Ban Xia had originally been one of wang fei's servants. She had seduced wang ye to become a tongfang and quickly added: "Mu Jin jiejie,[1] don't be angry. I was just struck by how beautiful wang fei's feet were and my mind just didn't work."

Hearing the protectiveness of the two yahuan from their words, Qu Qing Ju couldn't resist laughing: "From what you have said, if others could hear, they'll think your wang fei is a goddess. You can keep hearing it, I can't bear it. Finish and help me up, I can't hear any more."

When this came out, all the servant girls laughed and felt relief inside. Evidently wang fei hadn't kept what happened with Ban Xia on her mind.

Qu Qing Ju had a preference for wide-sleeved dresses and in the end, still picked a red wide-sleeve dress. The color of fire contrasted with the snowiness of her skin. Casually allowing Mu Jin to style her hair and use the red jade hairpin to secure it, she leaned back against her chair and flipped open a story about a scholar and a beauty.

It wasn't that she had much interest in this type of story, it was just there wasn't many amusements in this time. After two pages, she couldn't muster the interest to read how the poor men in this time fantasized about rich ladies. Seeing the sky darkening, she let them present dinner.

"Wang fei, wang ye hasn't arrived. If wang ye hadn't eaten when he arrives and you have … …" Mu Jin opened worriedly, "If you are hungry, why don't I let the kitchen send over some porridge."

"It's already this late, wang yewouldn't come here to eat dinner," Qu Qing Ju waved her hand, "Just send my orders, that's all." There was nothing exciting about that tasteless porridge. She didn't like waters and soups.

When He Heng entered the zhengyuan, he saw a stream of yahuan come out with empty meal boxes. Waving away their greetings, He Heng felt a bit complicated, a feeling of disappointment similar to "wang fei didn't wait for me to eat, my status doesn't seem to be very high".

Entering the room, at first glance He Heng saw wang fei sitting at the round table washing her hands in preparation of eating. It was that the red of the wide-sleeved dress that was too eye catching, that he had to pay his attention immediately. He couldn't move his eyes away after a glance, this crimson-clad beautiful woman lazily wiping jade-like hands was his wang fei?

"Wang ye's arrived?" Qu Qing Ju set down the silk she had been wiping with and stood with a smile, "Have you eaten? if not, let's eat together."

Even though he had eaten, but feeling like he could still eat more, He Heng complied and sat. His gaze landed on the swaying strands beside Qu Qing Ju's face. It was only when Qu Qing Ju personally place a bowl of pearl chicken soup in front of him that he spoke: "Why is wang fei eating at this time?"