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*“Xiaojie” [Young Miss, Lady, Mistress] (capitalized) is a proper noun, referring to someone specifically
“xiaojie” (lower-case) is a common noun, referring generally]
The next morning Qi RongYue woke up early, but didn’t get out of bed. She waited until XiaoLan came in with breakfast before she pretended to look like she just woke up and got out of bed.
XiaoLan did not prepare hot water for her. The copper basin was filled with cold clear water. These past few days were the same. An unfavored xiaojie, a xiaojie who had been kicked out of her house was not a true Xiaojie. Who would truly serve her? Even the fu’s maidservants were so negligent, not to mention others!
In the wintry last month of the year, she washed her face simply with the ice-cold water. Although she was a Gongzhu, she was not the same as other Gongzhus. She had endured lots of bitter hardships. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t washed her face with cold water before.
On top of the table were steaming hot meat buns, a very thick white congee, and two fragrant side dishes.
Her expression didn’t change. She coldly sneered in her heart. She used to eat cold congee and cold dishes. When did she have steaming hot buns? It’s the meat, huh?
She suddenly smiled, “It’s a rich feast today. XiaoLan, you sit too. Let’s eat together.”
XiaoLan hastily waved her hand. “No, no, no. How can this slave sit together with Xiaojie? Yesterday, this slave did not understand the rules. Nanny Li chided this slave. This slave does not dare!”
She didn’t dare? She even dared to push her master into the water. Was there anything she didn’t dare to do?
If there really was something she didn’t dare to do, then it would be that she wouldn’t dare to eat the things on the table!
“I tell you to sit, so you sit. This is not the fu. Who would care about it? We’re mututally dependent on each other now. Why are you being so polite to me?”
Qi RongYue pushed a bowl of congee and a steaming meat bun in front of XiaoLan.