Quick Wear: Heaven Always Favors Me

Chapter 555: Ancient Words: The Charming Sister 3

Although Jiang Yao accepted the memory, Jiang Yue had too many lovers. Apart from the three princes in the palace, she only remembered a martial arts leader and a demon cult leader.

She didn't know who this lover was, but that didn't stop her from nipping the potential for trouble in the bud.

Jiang Yue's hand was still on the car window, looking outside happily. Then a small board hit her hand, which hurt Jiang Yue a little, and she subconsciously withdrew her hand.

Xiaoyu's cold voice rang out from the car window: "Second Miss, this is a street, please don't show up in public and affect the reputation of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Because the carriage was moving very slowly, Xiaoyu could walk and talk in the carriage.

Jiang Yue saw a red spot on the back of her hand. Although the piece of wood was not big, it was extremely painful when it hit her hand. The pain was so severe that tears welled up in Jiang Yue's eyes.

After hearing what Xiaoyu said, she bit her lip and said, "I just wanted to take a look, why did you hit me?"

It seems that she is in real pain, and she even speaks with tears in her voice.

As she spoke, she lifted the curtain of the car again.

Before the curtain was completely lifted, Xiaoyu slapped the hand with a small wooden board: "Second Miss, just because you are the second lady of the Xiangfu, everything you say and do must be considered for the Xiangfu!"

This time, Jiang Yue was really beaten to tears by the small piece of wood.

She whimpered, and then heard Xiaoyu say, "If the Second Miss is so ignorant of etiquette, when I return home, I will report to Madam and ask her to find a etiquette nanny for the Second Miss."

This time, Jiang Yue didn't dare to speak.

Xiaoyu didn't hold back during those two attacks, and Jiang Yue's hand already had two red stripes on it, and was slightly swollen.

Xiaoyu did not return to Jiang Yao's carriage, but stayed beside Jiang Yue's carriage to monitor her.

It was not until they arrived at the venue of the poetry conference that Xiaoyu hurried back to Jiang Yao and took out a blue veil for Jiang Yao to put on.

"Miss, be careful." Xiaoyu helped Jiang Yao get off the carriage.

When Jiang Yao got off the carriage and looked back, she saw Jiang Yue jumping off the carriage, and the maid beside her looked a little embarrassed.

Jiang Yao frowned slightly, and Xiaoyu knew what Jiang Yao meant, and quickly scolded her: "Second Miss, why are you so ignorant of etiquette? As a lady, you shouldn't be so... so rough!"

Jiang Yue also wore a veil on her face. After hearing Xiaoyu's words, she snorted softly: "Why should I ask others for help if I can do it myself? I am not without hands or feet."

"You!" Xiaoyu's eyes widened, and he was about to speak but was stopped by Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao's eyes swept across Jiang Yue and fell on the maid next to Jiang Yue. Her voice was slightly cold:

"If Second Sister doesn't need a servant, then sell the servant beside you."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yue's servants immediately knelt on the ground. She was so scared that she trembled all over: "Miss, spare my life."

"The person you're asking for is not me." After saying this, Jiang Yao coughed lightly.

The maid reacted quickly and kowtowed to Jiang Yue several times: "Second Miss, please don't sell me out. I will definitely serve you well."

Jiang Yue frowned, very confused: "Hey, what are you doing!"

She bent down and was about to help the maid up: "I have said before that everyone is equal. You don't have to kneel before me. Instead of being a slave, wouldn't it be better for you to go out and make your own way? You will have more freedom."

After these words were spoken, not to mention Xiaoyu, the maid kneeling on the ground kowtowed faster and harder.

Fortunately, this farce happened in a remote place and was blocked by a carriage so that no one could see it, otherwise anyone who saw this scene would have been laughed at.

Seeing that the maid refused to stand up no matter what she said, Jiang Yue said impatiently, "Ah, you don't respect yourself, how can you expect others to respect you? Will you kneel down if someone asks you to?"

Xiaoyu looked at Jiang Yue with a speechless look. She wanted to say something, but her expression made her unable to express it.

Jiang Yao lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt that Jiang Yue was extremely stupid.

I really want to label her a heretic and end this world like that.

Jiang Yao coughed lightly and said, "Xiaoyu, bring my second sister here first. We're going to be late for the poetry conference."

"Yes, Miss." Upon hearing that, Xiaoyu walked straight forward, clamped Jiang Yue's arm, and pulled her up forcefully.

Xiaoyu said expressionlessly, "Second Miss, please cooperate. If you bring disgrace to the Prime Minister's Mansion, you will not only be punished with a few strokes of the cane."

Jiang Yue had been hit with a few small boards by Xiaoyu before. Now seeing Xiaoyu pulling her up so strongly, she couldn't struggle free at all and dared not say anything.

What they didn't know was that someone had been standing on the beam watching this farce.

The man looked at the backs of Jiang Yao and the others as they left and raised his eyebrows: "Interesting..."

Then, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot.

Jiang Yao frowned and glanced at Jiang Yue, then walked towards the venue of the poetry conference. Jiang Yue was held by Xiaoyu, and although the posture was a little strange, it was not very eye-catching.

After entering the poetry conference, Xiaoyu loosened his grip on Jiang Yue, and Jiang Yue's arms were already numb from those few hits, and he was shaking his hands to restore his arms.

Such a lack of etiquette and posture made many women from official families frown.

They knew that she was the second daughter of the prime minister's family, but they did not expect her to be so rude.

When those young ladies from official families saw Jiang Yao, they all gathered around her and greeted her.

"Ms. Jiang, what preparations have you made for this poetry conference?"

"Miss Jiang, if you don't mind, would you please sit with me?"

Jiang Yao responded to the words of those young ladies from official families gently and politely one by one. Everyone who came into contact with Jiang Yao felt as if a spring breeze was blowing on their face, and they all liked talking to Jiang Yao even more.

Jiang Yue looked at the group of people surrounding Jiang Yao and curled her lips. Seeing that no one paid attention to her, she simply sat aside and started eating snacks.

When the snack entered her mouth, her eyes widened.

Although there were no mobile phones or computers in ancient times, the food was still pretty good.

Jiang Yue picked up the snacks and started stuffing them into her mouth. After a while, she had finished a whole plate of snacks and even finished a cup of tea.

After noticing this, a few female officials flashed a hint of sarcasm in their eyes and walked to Jiang Yue's side.

"Second Miss Jiang, could it be that the Prime Minister's Mansion did not prepare food for you? You look as if you are starving."

"Yes, if you like to eat it, I have another pot over there for you."

The official lady's words seemed caring, but in fact they were full of sarcasm.

But Jiang Yue still hadn't heard it.