She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 80 Cong Huan, What Are You Trying to Do with This Dirty Water?

Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Cong Huan, What Are You Trying to Do with This Dirty Water?

Yan Wanqing had slept until the sun was already high, with the constant chattering of the maids filling the courtyard.

She rose, rubbing her swollen forehead, and called out, "Cong Ge..."

After calling several times with no response, her brows furrowed slightly. She found a piece of clothing to drape over herself and had just stood up when she saw Cong Ge enter through the door, her face marked by a bright red slap print.

Stunned, she asked, "What happened?"

Cong Ge shook her head, indicating it was complicated, and quickly stepped forward to help Yan Wanqing straighten her clothes. During the process, she explained everything that had happened in the courtyard early that morning.

Only then did Yan Wanqing realize that what had occurred the night before was more extensive.

Huai Yu had settled the servants in the courtyard before retiring to her room, but to her surprise, when she woke up in the morning, she found Cong Huan disheveled in her bed.

Cong Huan, tears streaking down her face like rain on pear blossoms, had cried everyone awake early in the morning, demanding that Huai Yu take responsibility. While Cong Ge told her to dress properly and get up, Cong Huan was reluctant. As the situation escalated to physical contact, Cong Huan gave Cong Ge a fierce slap.

As Yan Wanqing was still processing this, she heard someone knocking softly on the door.

"Sister Cong Ge, is the Commandery Princess awake?"

Cong Ge sighed, exchanged a glance with Yan Wanqing, and said, "She is."

"My Young Marquis is now dependent on the Commandery Princess for his life. Please hurry, Sister Cong Ge," the urgency in the voice of Huai Yu’s servant came from outside the door.

It indeed was a matter of life and death.

Yan Wanqing hurriedly dressed properly, grabbed a cloak, and opened the door.

Others might be unclear about Huai Yu, but Yan Wanqing knew very well that no matter the situation, she would never harm Cong Huan, not even consider it.

The morning at the Township Manor was bustling. Sun Qinglian and Yan An went out to deliver Liu’s Imperial Edict of Conviction, and Yan Wanqing, unable to check on her younger sister’s health, had to ask Cong Ge on the way.

"Miss Five drank soup made from the Thousand-Year Ginseng yesterday and has fallen into a stable sleep. The doctor said he would come for another visit in the afternoon," Cong Ge informed.

Today, the warm sun shone brightly, melting the snow and gradually revealing green grass blades on the road.

Relieved, Yan Wanqing headed straight for Huai Yu’s courtyard. She hadn’t even stepped through the doorway when she heard a woman’s shrill cry from inside.

"Since I’m just a mere maid and the Young Marquis does not want to take responsibility, it’s better to end my life and not trouble you with my impure presence," the voice wailed.

With that, she saw a delicate, pink figure dart out from the door, heading straight towards the stone wall of the courtyard gate.

The speed was so great that no one had time to react, not even Huai Yu, who barely managed to run out from inside the door, let alone a slightly dazed Yan Wanqing who had just woken up.

Cong Huan’s eyes were tightly shut as she bit her lip and headed straight for the wall.

This force was enough to cause serious injury, if not death.

But without risking the wolf, one cannot catch the cub. Since she couldn’t fulfill the task Prince Seven had tasked her with, she had to resort to this self-destructive tactic to attract more attention.

Afterward, given the Miss’s temperament, it would definitely be impossible for her to marry the indiscreet Young Marquis, and that would give Prince Seven his chance.

Cong Huan’s mind was rapidly calculating.

In a flash, just as she was about to succeed, a fiery red figure grabbed her and threw her to the ground.

When Huai Yu saw the person, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness you were here."

The man in red snorted and swiftly flew up to the roof, disappearing without a trace.

Only Cong Huan was left sitting on the ground, visibly confused.

Seeing her flushed cheeks and continuous panting, Yan Wanqing’s expression turned cold. She brushed aside Cong Ge’s attempt to support her and stepped into the courtyard herself.

"What is this drama all about?"

Upon hearing the sound, Cong Huan immediately looked toward Yan Wanqing, and then tears began to fall relentlessly from her eyes.

"Miss, please stand up for Cong Huan!"

Yan Wanqing pursed her lips, glanced at Huai Yu, who was clenching her fists stiffly, and even had her buttons done up in the wrong places, evidently shocked by the morning’s events.

Seeing that she couldn’t help but speak with her mouth shapes through the air, Yan Wanqing shook her head helplessly.

"What do you expect me to do for you... hmm?" Yan Wanqing slowly squatted before Cong Huan, lifting her chin with one hand, gazing at the face that had betrayed her in a past life, causing her unbearable pain, and she revealed a radiantly beautiful smile.

Cong Huan instinctively tried to shrink back, but Yan Wanqing forcefully pinched her chin, not allowing her to retreat.

"Miss... it hurts!" Cong Huan couldn’t help but cry out.

Yan Wanqing laughed, "It hurts? You weren’t afraid of pain when you ran into the wall just now, yet you fear pain from a pinch? Cong Huan, you are so useless, your backing will surely abandon you."

She had kept Cong Huan before as a way to send messages, but now her own power had grown strong enough to stand equal with these people, and there was no need to keep such a troublesome presence around, especially since today she dared to set her sights on Huai Yu.

"Cong Huan doesn’t know what Miss is talking about, this servant has only one master..." Cong Huan’s eyes brimmed with tears, her pathetic gaze spilling out meticulously crafted dewdrops of intensively designed tears as she glanced at Huai Yu and said, "This servant knows well the bond between the Young Marquis and Miss is solid as gold, it’s certainly not something someone like me can interfere with. Let us consider last night a dream, Young Marquis, rest assured, I won’t appear before you again and trouble your life with Miss."

Huai Yu couldn’t stand it any longer and came out from the door, looking at Yan Wanqing, "Wanqing, you know, I, the Marquis..."

She is a woman, after all! How could she lay hands on this servant?

She felt powerless, oh well!

Moreover, she wasn’t even interested in women!

Even if she were, it had to be someone breathtaking like Yan Wanqing, not some insipid servant!

She wasn’t blind!

Huai Yu was very upset, wanting to say something but ended up blocking her own words.

Yan Wanqing glanced at her indifferently, "This is my servant, I’ll handle it. Young Marquis, why don’t you head to the kitchen and see what’s there to eat? I’m hungry."

Huai Yu knew Yan Wanqing was pregnant, her voice softened, "What would you like to eat?"

"Just some soup and liquid," Yan Wanqing said, having little appetite.

Huai Yu nodded and left the courtyard directly.

Cong Huan noticed that these two hadn’t taken her seriously at all, and even started discussing food openly, which made her somewhat angry as she got up from the ground.

"Miss, I have followed you for over a decade, won’t you really stand up for this servant? I too, have a life!"

Yan Wanqing, annoyed by the noise, turned her head to look at Cong Huan.

"Stand up for you? What kind of justice are you talking about?"

Cong Huan tore off her clothes, revealing marks on her neck and chest, her expression defiant.

Yan Wanqing looked at the bruises covering her body, raising an eyebrow, "Are you implying the Young Marquis laid hands on you?"

"Last night, alone in the same room, the Young Marquis, being a man and stronger than this servant, I did not dare provoke the master, so it ended up like this..." said Cong Huan, beginning to cry again.

Yan Wanqing chuckled lowly, "Cong Huan, I once thought you were clever."

Cong Huan paused, then continued to cry.

"A lot did happen last night, but I’ve heard about your time in the stable with Xiaozhao in the horse pen," Yan Wanqing looked at Cong Huan’s increasingly rigid face, continuing, "This is Township Manor, I am the rightful eldest daughter of Township Manor, nothing escapes my eyes here."

"Cong Huan, what are you trying to achieve by splashing this dirty water on the Young Marquis?"

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