TSFLIP Chapter 795

It rained for three whole days and nights. When the skies finally cleared, the blue was bright and spotless. The weather, once sweltering, had turned pleasantly cool—but now that the rain had stopped, it was already beginning to warm up again.

“Miss, try some iced sour plum soup. It’ll help cool you down,” Lianzi said as she carried a bowl into the pavilion and set it in front of Fengguang.

Fengguang, who had been listlessly sprawled across the table, perked up the moment she heard it was iced sour plum soup. She picked up the spoon and took a sip. The cold, tangy liquid slid down her throat, instantly refreshing her whole body. She sighed happily.
“When did our household start having ice?”

“Since the weather got so hot,” Lianzi replied. “Master was worried you might get heatstroke, so he had ice specially shipped from the northern region. I heard the chunks were the size of several carriages when they left the north, but by the time they arrived here at the Xia estate, there was barely enough left to fill one.”

The northern region was far from Jiangnan—it couldn’t have been easy transporting ice all that way.

“My father must’ve spent a fortune,” Fengguang murmured, clicking her tongue.

“I’m not sure,” Lianzi admitted honestly. “Master didn’t say anything about the cost. He just said, as long as the young miss is happy, that’s what matters.”

Fengguang was genuinely touched. “I didn’t realize my father was this good to me. I’ll have to repay him properly someday.”

“Master may act strict, but he’s always been soft-hearted with you,” Lianzi said with a smile. “Every time he threatens to punish you, he can’t bring himself to actually do it. He just scolds you a bit and lets it go. And Madam too—she dotes on you so much. She loves buying you beautiful clothes and dressing you up.”

“What’s this? Are you jealous?” Fengguang asked, sipping another mouthful of soup. Her words came out slightly muffled. “Don’t worry, stick with me and you’ll eat well.”

Lianzi clasped her face in her hands, smiling dreamily. “I’m not jealous at all! You’re so good to me, Miss—having you is all I need.”

“I’m good to you?” Fengguang scratched her head. In her memory, she’d taken care of Lianzi, yes, but she wouldn’t call it special treatment.

But she’d forgotten—this was the ancient era. She was the master, and Lianzi was a servant. The fact that Fengguang treated her like an ordinary young girl—never giving her hard labor and often teasing her playfully—was already an uncommon kindness. Most servants would have been grateful simply not to be mistreated, let alone to live such an easy, carefree life.

Lianzi patted her chest confidently. “You’re good to me, Miss. I’ll definitely protect you!”

“No need,” Fengguang said with a laugh. “I don’t need a little girl protecting me.”

Lianzi pouted, feeling a little wronged. One day, she thought, I’ll prove I meant what I said.

Fengguang quickly finished the bowl of sour plum soup, feeling cool and comfortable all over. She was just thinking about going back inside for a nap when Wuqi walked by holding a flowerpot.

“Good day, Miss,” Wuqi greeted.

“Wuqi,” Fengguang said, her drowsiness forgotten. She walked over to him. “What are you up to?”

“The steward said this plant is dying, so I’m taking it to see if someone can save it.”

“Isn’t that my mother’s favorite Manjusri lily? What happened to it?”

“It’s been raining nonstop for days. We forgot to bring it in, and the roots seem to have rotted from too much water.” Wuqi lowered his head, guilt clouding his expression. “It’s my fault… if I hadn’t been careless—”

“Don’t blame yourself,” Fengguang interrupted gently. “The steward told me you’ve only been here a few days, and you’re already doing a great job with your tasks. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

She reached out to touch one of the plant’s drooping leaves. “If this one can’t be saved, don’t worry. I’ll explain everything to my mother so she won’t punish you.”