When the Marquis of Bei came back, he would only feel that Bei Yutang was being unreasonable and did not correct her mistakes. Instead of letting her make the decision, he reprimanded her and made her kneel in the ancestral hall.
After all, he had seen that poem a long time ago, so he naturally believed in Bei Nianjin.
When talking about Bei Nianjin’s reason for borrowing poems written by the original author, Bei Yutang found that it was a bit ridiculous.
This was what Bei Nianjin told herself when she was misappropriating it.
These poems and songs were not worthy of a vicious woman like Bei Yutang. She wanted to use Bei Yutang’s poems to ruin her reputation. Taking revenge like this would give her more pleasure.
The euphemistic name was for revenge, but in fact, it was plagiarizing the original author’s poems and giving herself a high-sounding excuse.
Using the original owner’s things to ruin the original owner’s reputation and make herself a talented woman.
Her abacus was very good!
From this point of view, Bei Yutang had to admire her shamelessness. Originally, her past life experience made Bei Yutang feel sympathetic, but after reading all the information, that sympathy disappeared.
She was relying on unknown abilities to frame people unscrupulously.
Now that she is here, let’s see if she can continue to be so proud.
“Miss, Miss.” Mo Hua’s voice came from the window again.
Bei Yutang handed her the empty plate and took in the cloak that she had brought.
“Miss, you don’t have to be afraid. This slave will be here to accompany you.” Mo Hua held the edge of the window with her hands, stood on tiptoes, and said to Bei Yutang in the room.
Bei Yutang looked at the petite, pink, and tender little maid, and said with a smile: “No need. You go back to sleep. When others see it later, Father will punish me again.”
The little girl thought that it was right and looked at her with worry, “Then, this slave is gone.”
“Well, let’s go back and rest.”
Bei Yutang wrapped herself with the cloak and spent her first night in this world in this cold ancestral hall on this cold night.
The next morning, when she heard the footsteps coming from outside, Bei Yutang immediately woke up, stuffed her cloak under the altar table, blushed her face, and lay on the cold ground.
As soon as several servants opened the door of the ancestral hall, they panicked when they saw the Eldest Young Lady lying on the ground.
“Hurry up and send the Eldest Young Lady back to her courtyard, and also go and ask for the doctor.” Granny Lin said to the maid behind her.
Bei Yutang closed her eyes and let the people below carry her into her boudoir.
Mo Hua looked at her master on the bed. Her eyes were slightly red. She said in a choked voice: “Miss, please don’t let anything happen to you. It’s all my fault. I should stay outside.”
Bei Yutang took advantage of no one around to reach out and squeezed the maid’s little hand. The little girl’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth and shouted one word.
“Ah!”
What she was about to say stopped abruptly when she saw Bei Yutang making a silent gesture.
Bei Yutang winked at the little girl, and the little girl understood immediately.
He Xiang came over and asked: “What were you doing here just now? Miss is still sick and needs to be quiet. You’d better stop waiting here and go to the kitchen to see if the medicine is ready.”
Mo Hua nodded timidly and said, “Oh.”
He Xiang glanced at Bei Yutang, who was still sleeping on the bed, then turned and left.
“Madam.” He Xiang, who had just walked outside, saw the visitor and bowed respectfully.
Bei’s mother hurried into the room and threw herself beside Bei Yutang’s bed, “My poor daughter.”
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