Delicate Beauty Steals the Spring [Transmigration into a Book] - Chapter 15

After listening to Zi Ming, Yu Yuan realized that he had lost his composure just now.

When Yu Luo was little, he had been fond of this younger sister.

Later, as Yu Luo was spoiled more and more by the family and became increasingly arrogant and rude, and then Lady Liu Yanran gentle and virtuous came to the mansion, everyone’s attention inevitably shifted to Liu Yanran.

If you think carefully, in the past one or two years, whenever Yu Luo had something to ask of him and Yu Che, it was basically rejected.

But whatever Liu Yanran asked them to do, they could always accomplish it perfectly.

Zi Ming quickly returned to Jishui Garden. She first went in to report to Yu Luo and casually repeated what she had just said.

When saying these things, Zi Ming felt a bit uneasy, worried that Yu Luo would scold her for disrespecting the eldest young master.

Unexpectedly, after she finished, Yu Luo smirked slightly, her eyes curved a bit: “What you said is actually the truth, and you haven’t offended the eldest young master. It’s fine, you may leave now.”

Zi Ming’s heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly relaxed: “Yes.”

Li Xiao walked in from outside.

Yu Luo was holding a teacup and drinking tea. Seeing him come, she quickly swallowed and put the cup aside.

Li Xiao spoke in a cold, indifferent voice: “Miss.”

Yu Luo casually asked, “Are your wounds any better?”

After saying this, Yu Luo felt it was inappropriate.

Such severe wounds could not heal quickly, even if treated.

By asking, she might make him recall the past deeds of the former Miss Yu and deepen his resentment toward her.

Li Xiao’s expression remained unchanged: “Better.”

Yu Luo pointed to a glazed colored glass lamp nearby: “I heard the Wenhua Pavilion isn’t safe at night. This lamp is a gift for you. The pavilion is full of books, and using candles easily causes fires.”

“Thank you for your gift, Miss.”

When Yu Luo heard the word “thank,” she couldn’t help but think of the final fate of the former Miss Yu.

A chill ran through her heart, but she maintained a proper demeanor: “No need to thank me, you may leave now.”

Li Xiao looked up at Yu Luo and then left the room.

The rumors of ghosts in Wenhua Pavilion were entirely unfounded. Li Xiao’s men would report to him here at night.

Even if something happened, he wouldn’t care.

This lamp was quite special.

Li Xiao found this new version of “Miss Yu” interesting.

Yu Luo avoided meeting Yu Yuan and Yu Che these past few days.

How these two suck up to the green tea (Liu Yanran) was their business, and Yu Luo didn’t want to get involved.

As for fighting for Liu Yanran’s favor in the mansion, Yu Luo was even less interested.

To Yu Luo, feelings couldn’t be forced; feelings gained by force would always be taken away by someone else eventually.

When the weather cooled down, the Marquis Shunning (Shunning Hou) returned from outside.

Yu Luo had never met the father of the former Miss Yu.

Madam Yu looked exactly like Yu Luo’s mother. She had wondered if the Marquis looked like her real father.

Yu Luo had no particular feelings for the father who had treated the newcomer harshly.

One morning, when Yu Luo went to Madam Yu’s residence to pay respects, Madam Yu’s chief maid, Hui Xiang, said: “The Marquis returned last night and is now speaking with Madam inside. Miss, perhaps you should come later.”

Yu Luo knew Hui Xiang disliked her.

Liu Yanran tried to curry favor with every servant around Madam Yu, even the lowliest little maids outside, so Hui Xiang often received rewards from Liu Yanran and spoke well of her in front of Madam Yu.

Yu Luo had no goodwill toward servants who colluded with outsiders.

She knew Hui Xiang was just unwilling to notify her and was making excuses.

If it had been Liu Yanran coming, Hui Xiang would have been eager to let Liu Yanran show off in front of the Marquis and Madam Yu.

Yu Luo said: “My father has returned; do I need to avoid him? You don’t have to inform me. I’m going in directly.”

Hui Xiang, afraid Yu Luo would hit her with a whip, dared not stop her, and watched helplessly as Yu Luo went in.

Inside, Yu Luo found Liu Yanran and the second young master Yu Che.

Liu Yanran was well-informed; hearing that the Marquis had returned last night, she had gotten up early, dressed carefully, and came to pay respects before Yu Luo.

Yu Luo glanced at Hui Xiang.

Hui Xiang felt guilty, lowered her head, and said nothing.

In recent days, Yu Luo had learned a lot about the rules of this dynasty. After all, the Jing Dynasty was ancient and placed great importance on filial piety.

Servants attending to elders at home should not be offended by the young masters and misses; otherwise, it would be seen as disrespect to the elders.

One must “watch the owner before beating the dog” if the elders’ servants are present, the young masters dare not easily act arrogantly.

Yu Luo recalled the plot of “The Tyrant’s Path.” Regarding the Yu mansion, the author had described it quite in detail to meet word count.

For example, the marriage between Yu Che and Liu Yanran at first, the Marquis disapproved and wanted his son to marry a girl from a higher social status.

Later, Concubine Hui praised Liu Yanran to the Marquis, after which he agreed.

Yu Luo hadn’t seen Concubine Hui these days; none of the concubines in the mansion were named Hui.

Hui Xiang was young and somewhat pretty and served close to Madam Yu. In this dynasty, a maid serving near the lady was akin to the master’s mistress. Thinking this way, Hui Xiang’s chances of climbing up were quite high.

The Marquis turned to Yu Luo: “Luo’er, you’ve come.”

Yu Luo looked carefully at the Marquis, who was about forty, pale-faced with a long beard, and very refined-looking.

Yu Luo bowed: “Father.”

The Marquis reached out and patted her head: “Your mother said you’ve been much better lately. I didn’t believe it. But now I see, Luo’er has indeed grown up and knows how to greet her father.”

Yu Luo was embarrassed.

She had once again shattered her image.

Fortunately, no one suspected it.

Seeing the Marquis look so lovingly at Yu Luo, Liu Yanran’s eyes flashed with a trace of dissatisfaction.

The Marquis said, “I brought back some jewelry and fabric for you. I will have someone deliver it later.”

Yu Che noticed the Marquis paid only attention to Yu Luo and little to Liu Yanran, so he quickly said: “Father, Yan cousin also lives at home. Let Luo’er and cousin split it.”

The Marquis’s smile faded.

In this situation, he didn’t want to argue with Yu Che.

Liu Yanran was Madam Yu’s relative and had no bl00d relation with the Marquis.

In the Marquis’s heart, of course his biological daughter Yu Luo was most important.

He said: “I don’t know what Yan’er likes. Luo’er, pick two items for your cousin when you return.”

Yu Luo understood that the Marquis wanted her to choose first; if there was anything she didn’t like, she could give it to Liu Yanran later.