"If you don't serve me well, I will report it to my wife. You will be punished at least. Do you remember that?" Ping'er asked.

The magpie turned around hurriedly, with a frightened look on his face, and a smile on his face.

"Sister Ping'er, don't worry, I will definitely do my best to serve you, Madam."

"Well, that's good." Ping'er nodded, "My young lady hasn't had breakfast yet, so hurry up and get ready. By the way, there's also Die'er next door, so you should also take care of her."

The magpie smiled and said, "Yes, I'll get ready right now."

After the magpie left, Ping'er came to Xie's side, raised her hand and gently held Xie's slightly cold hand.

"I don't know what Madam was thinking, but she chose such an unforgiving maid to serve you."

"Young Madam, you have to be stronger from now on. Don't be weak at the right time, and you will be pinched by this maid."

"The magpie is disobedient, you tell me, and I'll tell her!" Ping'er said.

Mrs. Xie looked at Ping'er with a moved expression, and then nodded vigorously.

"In this house, apart from the master and Die'er, Miss Ping'er, you are the best to me."

"One day, if I am proud of myself, I will never forget your kindness, Miss Ping'er!" she said.

Ping'er curled her lips, gave a few more instructions, turned around and left the house.

Outside the house, the little maid who came with Ping'er followed her and couldn't help but ask Ping'er halfway: "Sister, you know that the young lady is the one she doesn't want to see, so why do you treat her so well in private?"

It seems that we didn’t have any friendship in the past. Aren’t we afraid that my wife would find out about it and take her anger out on my sister?”

Ping'er sighed softly, "Although we have no friendship, we are both the same miserable people, hey!"

Xie was reduced from a daughter-in-law to the master's plaything. She was imprisoned in this house and was not allowed to go anywhere.

As for me, although I am the one whom Madam relies on, she is still at an age when marriage is being discussed, and Madam has not let me go free.

She neither showed her face nor was allowed to marry anyone. She just kept dragging it out, leaving Ping'er at a loss about her future. She felt like she was just hanging around waiting to die every day. In two years, she would be an old girl. What the hell.

No more.

Thinking of this, Ping'er couldn't help but sigh again.

Back in Mrs. Zhou's room, Mrs. Zhou was half lying on the bed, looking very bad.

Seeing Ping'er come in, Mrs. Zhou immediately started scolding her.

"I asked you to take someone to the East Room. After being there for so long, you still know how to come back?" asked Ms. Zhou.

Ping'er smiled and said cautiously: "I told them what you said, madam, so I was delayed for a while."

Mrs. Zhou snorted and turned her head away.

"That bitch is just a broom star, the god of plague," Zhou said.

"I think the bitch she's carrying in her belly is also the reincarnation of the God of Plague."

Amid Zhou's curses, Ping'er lowered her head and came to the table to prepare morning tea for Zhou.

Zhou's curses continued to reach Ping'er's ears.

"Ever since she was pregnant with the child and the mother and son were brought into the house, the house began to go downhill."

"My business has gone wrong one after another. Even when we went to the nunnery to pray, we were harassed by homeless people. It's so unlucky, so unlucky!"

Having said this, Mr. Zhou suddenly sat up and a light shone in his eyes.

"I've come up with a good idea. Let's go back and invite a goddess to come over. How about being a mage in the yard? It's bad luck!" she said.

Hearing this, Ping'er's face showed a trace of hesitation.

"The master has been very busy these days with business matters. He hasn't been to the backyard for several days," Ping'er said.

"Just before, the old man in the front yard sent someone over to deliver a message, saying that starting from today, the food standards in each room in the mansion will have to be further streamlined."

"Since last night, the food in the old lady's house has been streamlined, setting an example."

"I'm afraid it's not good to spend money to hire a goddess to do it at this juncture. Madam, what do you think?" Ping'er asked cautiously.

When Mrs. Zhou heard these words, her eyes showed a thoughtful expression.

"In that case, let's not invite him for now. Let's talk about it later." She said, lying back again.

Suddenly, she sat up again and called Ping'er to her.

"By the way, where is my box? Go and bring it to me," she said.

Ping'er was startled for a moment, then turned around and took out a box from the most hidden place in the room, and came to the bedside.

Zhou took it and stroked it carefully in her hand.

This box can be said to be the best in Daqi, both in terms of materials and workmanship.

This was the time when my natal family, the Zhou family, was at its most prosperous. One year, I happened to meet a descendant of the Mo family passing by.

My grandfather served me well and begged him to build this box.

Because when the eldest daughter of my family got married, her parents put this box with their own money as a dowry.

The box is not big, small and exquisite.

But mother said, put the money in this box. Even if your man steals your box, chops it with a knife or burns it with fire, it will be difficult to take away the money inside.

Zhou took off the gold pendant hanging around her neck and broke it open. There was an equally small key hidden inside.

Zhou inserted the key into the keyhole of the box and turned it slightly.

‘Crack!’

The lock of the box opened with a sound.

Zhou glanced at the gold and silver jewelry in the box and nodded with satisfaction.

He grabbed another handful of pearls and emeralds and looked at them before putting them back and locking them.

"Take it and put it away," Zhou said.

Ping'er said: "Should we put it back to the original place or find a new hidden place?"

Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Of course we can find a hidden place again. Don't let the master know."

"Huh, I am fooling around outside, raising a lot of women, and spending a lot of money."

"This money is my private money. I won't take out even a penny!" Zhou said.

Ping'er nodded and took the box to hide it, but Mrs. Zhou called her again.

"You girl are now closely associated with that bitch Xie. I don't want you to hide it. Otherwise, you can give this box to Xie to please me. I will hide it myself!"

Mrs. Zhou said, got out of bed, quickly came over and snatched the box from Ping'er's hand.

Ping'er wisely exited the room so that Mrs. Zhou could safely hide the box.

Mrs. Zhou found a place in the house to hide the box, and then she went outside to prepare for breakfast with satisfaction.

A figure slid down from the beam above Zhou's head as lightly as a monkey. When he landed on the ground, there was no sound at all.

That's right, this person is Yang Ruoqing.

Please don't ask her why she appeared in Zhou's house at this time. She is a casual person.

I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night last night and there was no good place to play, so I sneaked into the Yang Mansion.

Originally, I was curious and wanted to hear what Yang Wenxuan, who was so worried, would tell Mr. Zhou when he came back.
Chapter completed!