Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1411 - 230, Things will develop in the opposite direction when they become extreme (27)

Chapter 1411: 230, Things will develop in the opposite direction when they become extreme (27)

Aunt Qi’s mouth twitched slightly; the logic of Second Young Master Xia was indeed not something ordinary people could understand.

"Ladies, the title of Magistrate Pingxi might not be very high in the palace, but it’s sufficient for the daughters of officials, not to mention girls from ordinary families. Even Miss Su from Prime Minister Su Mansion has to pay her respects. Of course, when they meet men of lesser rank than themselves, those men have to show their respects too."

With this explanation, Lin Yuan understood much more.

Yet Xiao Linshuang, Lin Wei, and the others were clearly more concerned with the fact that Su Qiuyu would have to pay respects to Lin Yuan. Remembering how Su Qiuyu had previously looked down on Lin Yuan as if she were a despised little village girl, and now she had to pay respects to that very village girl, just thinking about it felt satisfying.

Aunt Qi looked at the few lovely young girls with amusement, and after staying for a while, she left to return to the palace.

Lin Yuan and the others personally saw her off to her carriage and didn’t head back to the mansion until the carriage was out of sight, their spirits lifted.

Nearby at the entrance of Yao Mansion, Yao Zhilan, with her maid, hid by the door and watched this scene unfold before stomping back inside, fuming.

The master and servant did not return to their own rooms but went straight to Yao Hanai’s yard. Seeing Yao Hanai engrossed in painting with her head down, Yao Zhilan was so anxious she was almost hopping up and down.

"Sister, the outside world is in chaos, and you still have the mood to paint here! Don’t you know your title as the preeminent talented woman of the Capital city is about to be taken by that little village girl!"

Yao Hanai’s wrist shook while painting, a drop of dark ink staining the paper, ruining the originally fine painting of late summer lotus flowers.

Mo Zhu’s eyelids twitched, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.

Yet Yao Zhilan was completely oblivious to Yao Hanai’s emotional shift, still ranting like a buffoon, "Magistrate Pingxi, Magistrate Pingxi, if the Xia Family Army is utterly defeated by Xiliang, those ignorant people will surely claim all the credit belongs to that little wretch! Hmph! It’s beyond me how Your Majesty could let that little wretch..."

Slap!

A crisp slap echoed across Yao Zhilan’s face, and she looked in shock at Yao Hanai who suddenly stood before her, finally shutting her mouth.

Mo Zhu lowered her eyelids, a fleeting smirk crossing her lips. She stepped forward to hand Yao Hanai a handkerchief, which Yao Hanai took to wipe her hands—it was unclear whether she was cleaning off the ink from her accidental spill while painting or if she was wiping her hands clean after slapping Yao Zhilan.

Casting a faint glance at Yao Zhilan, Yao Hanai spoke lightly, "What’s wrong? You think I shouldn’t have hit you?"

How could Yao Zhilan dare nod? Although she had known since childhood that her legitimate sister had a somewhat cold temperament, because her sister had always been quite kind to her, unlike other families where the legitimate daughters suppressed those born of concubines, over the years, she had somewhat forgotten the disparity in status between them.

That slap had truly awakened her.

"Zhilan, Zhilan dares not."

Yao Hanai turned and sat at the edge of the table, her voice still as clear and cool as ever, now laced with a hint of reprimand, "You shouldn’t blame your sister for being too harsh. Just now, the words you said, if they were to reach our father’s ears—not to mention a slap to the face—sending you off to live in a rural estate would be entirely appropriate."

Yao Zhilan was startled and thought about what she had just said. Only then did she shiver belatedly with realization. She could look down on Lin Yuan and insult her as she pleased. But it was absolutely forbidden for her to discuss the Emperor. Was a concubine’s daughter like her even qualified to talk about the Emperor? Thankfully, at this moment, only her sister Yao Hanai was by her side. If these words were to spread outside, falling into the ears of those with ulterior motives, the whole Yao Mansion could be in danger.

Having figured this out, Yao Zhilan’s previous thoughts vanished completely. She quickly knelt down to admit her mistake, "Sister, Zhilan—Zhilan spoke out of turn in a moment of haste, please help Zhilan..."

"Enough." Yao Hanai adopted a magnanimous demeanor, helped her up, and gently wiped Yao Zhilan’s cheek with a handkerchief, showing a trace of pity, "Your sister was also anxious just now, worried that you might bring disaster upon our family. How is it, does your cheek still hurt? I’m afraid I might have used a bit too much force just now."

Yao Zhilan shook her head repeatedly, "Sister was only thinking of what’s best for Zhilan, for the whole Yao Mansion. How could I blame you? From now on, I will be careful with my words and actions, so that no one can seize any leverage on our family. Rest assured, sister."

Yao Hanai nodded and ordered Yao Zhilan’s maid, "Treat your mistress’s face carefully, such a pretty face, it’s really a pity."

Yao Zhilan gave a shy smile, curtsied to her, then left with her maid.

Once Yao Zhilan had disappeared from sight, Yao Hanai casually tossed the handkerchief onto the ground, in a very unpleasant tone, "To compare me with that little wretch! That slap was really too light for her!"

Mo Zhu bowed her head, picked up the handkerchief from the ground, knowing that its fate would be to be stuffed into the stove and burned away.

"Miss, although the words of the second young miss were inappropriate, that little wretch is indeed a highly sought-after figure in the Capital City now. Favored by Princess Anle at first and then the opening of Dong Tian, and now, for merely offering a trivial suggestion, she was granted the title of Magistrate Pingxi! I suspect that this little wretch’s good days in the Capital City are about to come to an end."

Lifting her gaze to Yao Hanai, Mo Zhu looked anxious on her behalf, "Miss, I know you disdain to concern yourself with a little wretch from a peasant background, but now she’s stepped right over our heads! Didn’t the second young miss say that someone has already called her the number one talented woman? I simply don’t believe it. If it weren’t for someone deliberately spreading that word, would anyone say such a thing?"

Though she didn’t specify who that deliberate spreader was, Yao Hanai had already guessed—it must be Lin Yuan herself.

"Hmph!" Yao Hanai laughed in anger, "Just a county master, what’s there to be proud of! Haven’t you noticed her honorary title is Pingxi? Pingxi, Pingxi, His Majesty wishes to use her good fortune to utterly defeat Xiliang. And if His Majesty loses this battle, do you think she would still have the face to call herself Magistrate Pingxi? The Emperor won’t look favorably upon her either. Her mere presence would be His Majesty’s greatest shame―every glance at her recalling his earlier defeat. Hehe, rest assured, from what I see, the Crown Prince of Xiliang is not a pushover either. The outcome of this battle is still uncertain!" ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Pausing for a moment, Yao Hanai’s calculations in her mind were loud and clear, "Haven’t you heard the saying? The higher you climb, the harder you fall, joy turns to sorrow. Just wait, Lin Yuan’s recent rise to prominence will surely draw resentment from someone!"

Mo Zhu nodded, thinking it over—indeed, it was not only Yao Hanai in the Capital City who bore a grudge against Lin Yuan. Speaking of which, Su Qiuyu was probably the one who hated her the most.