[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 177)

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Chapter 177 A Heartbreaking Family Sorrow

"Excuse me, ma'am, who are you...where is this?" he asked incoherently.

The woman looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion, and shook her head, seemingly unable to understand what he was saying.

He felt a pang of disappointment; finally seeing someone, yet unable to communicate verbally—this feeling was truly unbearable!

Suddenly, a small figure emerged from behind the robust woman. Upon closer inspection, it was Qing'er, carrying a

jar of meat! He couldn't help but exclaim with delight, "Qing'er, where did they take you? Did they mistreat you?"

Qing'er nestled close to him and said, "They originally threw me into a woodshed. I woke up and fought them to

get me here."

The reality was quite different; in her eyes, these barbarians were far easier to fool than the people of the Central Plains—why would she need to fight?

The only obstacle was the language barrier, but fortunately, her body language was very rich and touching. When the woman opened the door

to bring food, she easily tricked the woman into crying,

hugging her like a daughter and comforting her in every way, and finally gently bringing her over.

The woman looked at Qing'er with pity, reluctantly went out to lock the wooden door, and left.

Wu Yue said with a puzzled look, "Why do I feel like the way she looked at you was strange, like you recognized her as your godmother?"

Qing'er spat, "Don't talk nonsense, I only have you as my godfather, where would I get a godmother?"

Wu Yue said, "Ew~ you brat, you're getting more and more rude to me, do you act like a daughter? Stop

talking nonsense , hurry up and eat the meat, it won't taste good if it gets cold!"

Qing'er said as always, "You eat first."

Wu Yue objected, "Eat together, or I won't recognize you as my goddaughter!"

Qing'er said, "Sigh~ you've been without a mother since you were little, it's quite pitiful, how about I be your godmother?

" Yue retorted indignantly, "Me, pitiful? When I was riding in a luxurious carriage, you were probably rolling around in some

garbage dump ! My mother was a stunning beauty, how dare you presume to be worthy? Why don't you look in the mirror?"

Qing'er paused, seemingly about to get angry, but then her eyes lit up, and she smiled instead, "As the saying goes, a girl changes drastically at eighteen.

Who knows if I won't become one of those stunning beauties you described? Close your eyes

and imagine it, maybe your attitude towards me will change for the better."

Wu Yue looked at her carefully, shaking his head repeatedly.

Qing'er said, "Close your eyes."

He chuckled, "I don't think it's necessary."

Qing'er glared at him, emphasizing, "Close your eyes, spread your wings of imagination!" It seemed her stubbornness was about to flare up again.

He obeyed, closing his eyes for now, intending to appease her for a moment, before slowly opening them again.

Qing'er said smugly, "How about it? Isn't it like Diao Chan's delicate eyebrows, Xi Shi's figure, Zhao Jun's exquisite nose, and

Yang Guifei's skin?"

He sighed and truthfully described Xiao Yu's appearance and figure; this was the best result he could achieve after spreading his

wings .

Qing'er retorted angrily, "Your imagination is terrible! Don't you know that Mizhi is known for its beauties? I don't care!

Since you've taken me in, you have to take responsibility for me! You can make me your daughter or mother if you don't want me to be your servant, but you must

recognize me as some other kind of relative!"

He sighed and said, "Then I'll just be your godfather, until you drive me to my death!" Everything

was back to square one; he could never win against her. Too lazy to waste any more words with her, he quickly ate his meat.

The woman left the wooden house and walked through the courtyard into a wooden hut filled with pots and pans.

Two women dressed as servants were busy inside, and wisps of steam rose from the pots, clearly indicating it was a kitchen. The woman picked up

a bowl of meat and walked north along the side corridor. At the end of the corridor was a row of slightly more refined wooden houses with nine

doors, each with its own natural-colored wooden railing; these must be the main rooms.

The woman pushed open the central wooden door and went inside. This room was twice the size of Wuyue's. The floor was

covered with animal hides, and the walls were draped with various animal hides: white sheepskin, gray-black wolf skin, and colorful

tiger and leopard skins, a dazzling display of colors.

A small table sat on the kang (a heated brick bed). To the left, a young man in a white robe with delicate gold trim stood arrogantly;

to the right, a middle-aged noblewoman wore a deerskin dress and a white mink vest, her braided hair styled in a bun, her gold headdress, pearl earrings, and

emerald necklace swaying and sparkling. The two sat cross-legged, their expressions intimate, like mother and son.

A (a heated brick bed) was burning brightly, and a ceramic kettle on it was bubbling loudly, steam billowing out of its spout; it was unclear

how long it had been boiling.

The woman placed the food on the kang table, turned around, picked up the kettle, and added some water to each of their bowls.

Then she stood beside the noblewoman, serving them their meal.

The noblewoman cut a small piece of white meat with a knife, put it in her mouth and chewed slowly, saying casually, "

Wu Yase , after you clear the dishes, tell the kitchen not to overcook the meat anymore; it'll lose its flavor."

Wu Yase respectfully replied, "Yes, sir!"

The white-robed youth looked up and asked, "Wu Yase, was that boy behaving himself in the room?"

Wu Yase glanced at him quickly and answered cautiously, "He was very well-behaved, but he asked some

questions that I couldn't understand."

The noblewoman ate her food slowly, looked at the youth, and asked, "Yadan, what do you plan to do with that person?"

The youth respectfully replied, "Uh-mo, we'll decide based on the outcome of the negotiations. But you, please don't

let , otherwise..." He glanced back at Wu Yase.

Wu Yase took a few steps back so as not to interrupt her mistress's conversation. She watched the boy's retreating figure from afar, a complex mix of emotions

welling

. Twenty-two years had passed since she arrived as a slave in this noble family of the Liaodong Jurchen tribe. The mistress, though childless, desperately wanted a child and had persuaded Master Batai to take

her

as his own. She had borne him three sons and one daughter, but the first two sons died young, leaving her heartbroken. Her children were always taken away by the nanny immediately after birth; she

never had the chance to hold them, to kiss their tiny faces, only to watch them grow up and become her new masters. Apart from Lady Yemi, no one

knew she was the mother of these four children. The two grown children affectionately called the mistress Emo, while

addressing her by her given name. To Yadan, she was merely a slave girl whom he could order around and beat at will, and she herself believed

so .

A year ago, Master Batai passed away, and his son, Batai Yadan, became the new master of the Batai family.

However , he spent

his days idly, indulging in drinking and merrymaking with his cronies. Madam Yemi was eager for a grandson and worried a great deal about his marriage. However, his bad reputation

deterred many noble ladies from accepting the Batai family's proposals. Now that he was over twelve, his marriage

was still unsettled, while her sons' friends, the same age, already had grandchildren,

who were proudly displayed in public, making her extremely envious.

So, just like with Master Batai, she disregarded social standing and didn't object to her son's affairs with

the female servants.

Wu Yase, cautious and diligent, gradually gained Madam Yemi's favor and was later kept by her side to serve

her. One night more than two months ago, Yadan went out to visit guests and got drunk. When she returned and helped him to rest,

he was displeased and beat her severely.

She was a very dutiful woman. In her eyes, Yadan was merely her master, never her

son. Naturally, he could do whatever he wanted to her, and what could she do?

After serving the two of them dinner, she followed the lady back to the next room and chatted with her for a while. The lady was used to going to bed early; after removing

her makeup washing up, she went to bed on the kang (heated brick bed). Wu Yase blew out the candle, gently closed the door for the lady, and returned to the main room,

where she still had to serve the young master.

Yadan was leaning against the kang table, drinking. The room reeked of alcohol. Since last year, drinking and beating women had become his

habit; he would drink whenever he had free time. In just a short while, his face was flushed, his left leg

was crossed on the kang, and his right leg dangled from the headboard, swaying back and forth. He looked utterly bored and indifferent to everything—

a sign that all his desires had been satisfied.

However, he also had his troubles. His master had passed away before he learned how to manage a household and finances. He knew nothing but

eating, drinking , and having fun, and Emo was not good at managing a household either. He spent lavishly on clothes and accessories,

and the family gradually fell into financial difficulties. There hadn't been a war for several years, and the scimitars of the bannermen under his command in Sharburg had begun

to rust, which exacerbated his predicament.

Now there was an opportunity, but it was very risky. Frustrated, he gulped down a large mouthful of wine.

The feeling of the alcohol making him excited, he glanced at Uya Se, who was warming the wine for him with hot water, and kicked her hard with

his right leg , cursing, "You wretched woman, why did it take you so long to come over? You made me drink cold wine all day!

Come here!"

Uya Se walked to the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) somewhat timidly. Yadan grabbed her hair, pressed her upper body onto the kang (

a heated brick bed), and slapped her repeatedly with both hands, his anger blazing. "Fine! I won't kick your stomach, I'll just smash your face to pieces,

so you won't go and seduce other men!"

Wu Yase cried, "Besides you, I rarely see other men in this house. How can I seduce anyone?

Waaah..."

Yadan snapped, "That young man who came today, I heard, is a pretty boy. You must have taken a fancy to him, right?

Hmph !"

Wu Yase said aggrievedly, "Master, I've always been loyal to you. Why do you always doubt me?

If that's the case, just send someone else to serve him!

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