Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 894: Stupid Spare Tire (4)

Chapter 894: Chapter 894: Stupid Spare Tire (4)

Constrained by the status of the Duchess of Yongchang, Madame Zhao could only swallow her frustration and forced a smile, "It’s good if the Lady is not offended. I will certainly discipline this girl properly and have her cultivate her temperament."

The Duchess of Yongchang glanced at Fan Meijiao, who, oblivious to whether the words were good or bad, had a smug look on her face. Internally cursing her as a fool, the Duchess’s expression softened into a smile, but she said nothing.

Madame Zhao, feeling uneasy, fawned with small gestures, fearing that the Duchess of Yongchang would be displeased, and the promising match she had mentioned earlier would fall through.

The Duchess of Yongchang, having been irritated, and since her objective had been achieved, had no desire to stay any longer; after sitting for a short while, she made her excuses to leave. Declining Madame Zhao’s offer to see her out, she led her entourage of maids and nannies in a grand procession out of the Zhao family’s residence.

Watching the Duchess of Yongchang depart with much fanfare, Fan Meijiao was full of envy. Why hadn’t she been able to marry into a noble family and live such a life of luxury?

Thinking back to her own marriage to a man of minor position, whose salary was not even sufficient for her expenses and who treated her harshly, to the point of daring to divorce her. Although she had already exacted her revenge, it still did not extinguish the resentment in her heart.

Seeing Meijiao’s demeanor, Madame Zhao felt extremely sympathetic. Recalling the Duchess of Yongchang’s earlier words, she sent away the maids in the room and said to Fan Meijiao, "Meijiao, do you know why the Duchess of Yongchang came to visit?"

Fan Meijiao, still lost in her daydreams, asked without much interest, "Why?"

Madame Zhao, proud and touched, patted the back of Meijiao’s hand and sighed, "Meijiao, you are truly blessed. The Duchess of Yongchang came here to propose a marriage for you!"

Fan Meijiao’s eyes widened in disbelief, "A marriage proposal? To whom?"

Knowing her granddaughter was eagerly awaiting the answer, Madame Zhao did not beat around the bush, joyfully saying, "It’s the Duchess of Yongchang’s nephew. It is said that his household is very wealthy; marrying into his family, you wouldn’t need to suffer any hardships."

Hearing this, Fan Meijiao was overjoyed and asked eagerly, "Has Grandmother accepted the proposal?"

This eager manner betrayed no consideration to why the Duchess of Yongchang’s nephew would take an interest in her, a woman who’d been divorced and came from an unremarkable family background.

Madame Zhao chided, "A lady should retain her dignity; who would hastily agree to a proposal on the first visit?"

Upon reflection, Fan Meijiao felt what her grandmother said made sense and did not argue further.

Madame Zhao reminded her, "The man you favored previously has become a Champion Scholar and is on good terms with the Crown Prince. His future is unquestionably bright. Now you have the Duchess of Yongchang’s nephew as an option too. Both families are impressive, which do you prefer?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Meijiao was reminded of the humiliation she experienced in the teahouse, and her smile suddenly turned gloomy, her eyes flashing with deep hatred.

Madame Zhao saw this and knew something was amiss. Remembering that her granddaughter had returned in tears earlier, she quickly asked, "Did you have a conflict with the Mo Family?"

Seething with anger, Fan Meijiao said, "Hmph, it’s that lowly girl who was granted the title of County Lord, daring to slap my personal maid. It’s unforgivable!"

Then, she exaggerated the humiliation she suffered at the teahouse, casting herself as a pitiable damsel and Princess Hejia as an arrogant, domineering figure who did not respect the Zhao Family.

Fan Meijiao grew up under Madame Zhao’s care. How could Madame Zhao not know her temperament? But her granddaughter was her own flesh and blood, while Princess Hejia was a stranger with no relation to her. Since her granddaughter was aggrieved, others must be at fault.

Madame Zhao echoed her granddaughter’s account, cursing Princess Hejia thoroughly.

Feeling triumphant, Fan Meijiao saw the right moment and clung to Madame Zhao’s arm, feigning distress: "Grandmother, my heart is aching, and if I don’t vent this anger, I’ll go mad!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what nonsense are you spouting? Would your grandmother stand by and watch you suffer?" Madame Zhao spat, patting Fan Meijiao’s shoulder in reproach.

"Grandmother, stop, please! I know I was wrong!" Fan Meijiao turned from tears to laughter, pleading as she nestled into Madame Zhao’s embrace, "But that vile girl is a County Lord, what can we do about her?"

Madame Zhao, patting Meijiao’s hand, fell silent for a moment before sneering, "There are powerful people everywhere in Jing City, there’s always someone who can deal with her! Isn’t your aunt’s in-law’s family more formidable than a mere County Lord? Once she marries into your aunt’s in-law’s family, isn’t there someone to take her down?"

Fan Meijiao replied, begrudgingly, "My aunt’s in-law’s family is even more prestigious than Yongchang’s Mansion, hmph, that’s letting her off too easy!" If possible, she really wanted to marry that wretched girl off to the vilest man in the world, so she would never be able to turn her fortunes around.

Madame Zhao sneered, "What does it matter how powerful they are? A woman’s life will be more bitter than bitter herbs if she never meets a good man!"

Saying so, Madame Zhao tenderly stroked Meijiao’s head, reassured, "Now that you have such a fine match with the Duchess of Yongchang’s nephew, we can put the Mo Family on hold. When your uncle returns, I will discuss it with him. If things don’t work out with the Duchess, then we can consider the Mo Family again. We must secure your future."

Meijiao obediently nodded, resting her head on Madame Zhao’s lap, a dark glint flickering in her eyes.

Unnoticed by all, a majestic bird perched on the high roof. It had overhead the supposed secret conversation inside, and its anthropomorphic eyes gleamed with contempt.

Hmph, daring to scheme against Yanyan, even considering making Yanyan’s Father a fallback option, they’re truly courting death!

When the bird realized it could glean no more valuable information, it rustled its wings, deliberately lifting the roof tiles with its claws amidst a racket. Amidst the crackling noise and the shocked screams of the two women inside, it spread its wings and soared toward the north of Jing City...

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