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Chapter 829: Startling Heart Mingyu 41

Mingyu was bored and playing with the jade ruyi given by Kangxi. She glanced at Ruoxi from time to time, with a hint of subtle sarcasm on her lips. She said nonchalantly: "Mammy, this girl is so clumsy. When will she learn it? I can't wait."

Nanny Li quickly smiled and said, "Your Highness, calm down. This girl has just entered the palace and she may not know the rules. I will teach her well and I guarantee that she will be able to serve you skillfully."

Mingyu snorted and stopped talking, continuing to play with the jade ruyi in her hand. The jade ruyi was crystal clear and finely carved, symbolizing the emperor's favor and her status in the harem.

Ruoxi practiced the posture of serving tea over and over again. Her hands were so sore that she could hardly lift them. Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. She secretly complained in her heart that the rules in this palace were really complicated and more tiring than working overtime in the company.

After practicing for a long time, Ruoxi finally mastered the technique of serving tea.

She carefully held the teacup, walked to Mingyu, knelt down, and raised the teacup above her head with both hands: "My Lady, please have some tea."

Mingyu took the teacup and took a sip. Then she frowned and said, "What kind of tea is this? Why is it so bitter?"

Ruoxi was startled and quickly explained, "Your Majesty, this is the best Longjing tea, I..."

"Longjing? I've been drinking Longjing for so many years, but I still don't know what Longjing tastes like?" Mingyu put the teacup heavily on the table, and the tea splashed out and sprinkled on the back of Ruoxi's hand, scalding her so much that she shrank suddenly.

Ruoxi clenched her teeth, not daring to make a sound, and could only silently endure the sudden pain.

"Forget it, go down!" Mingyu waved her hand impatiently, as if Ruoxi's presence disturbed her interest in enjoying the scenery.

Ruoxi lowered her head and retreated as if she had been pardoned. The burning pain on the back of her hand made her take a breath. She didn't understand why Mingyu was making things so difficult for her, even though she had done her best.

Only after leaving the palace did Ruoxi dare to gently rub the back of her scalded hands, feeling aggrieved and angry.

She is an independent woman in the 21st century, but now she has to endure such unwarranted bullying. How can she accept this?

Returning to the maid's dormitory where more than a dozen people lived together, Ruoxi didn't even have the energy to cry.

She sat down tiredly at the corner of a bed, carefully hiding her red, swollen and hot hands in her sleeves. The other palace maids in the room were gathered together and whispering, with occasional low laughter. She knew they were not concerned about her, but were discussing everything that happened today.

"Have you heard? The new little brat couldn't even do such a small thing properly and actually made the imperial concubine angry!" One of the palace maids laughed in a low voice, her tone as sharp as a knife.

"What a joke! There are so many rules in our palace. If you want to please the Imperial Concubine, how can you gain a firm foothold if you don't learn to read people's expressions first?"

"Keep your voice down." An elderly palace maid near the door frowned and pressed her hand.

"The new girl probably heard it too, so don't cause any trouble."

Ruoxi gritted her teeth and pretended not to hear. The burning pain on the back of her hand still reminded her that she had no place in this cold and delicate palace.

She suppressed her anger and just wanted to find some herbs to wipe the wound, but she couldn't even muster the strength to get up.

When the Eighth Master learned that Ruoxi was summoned into the palace by Mingyu, he was furious.

Yinsi flicked his sleeves and angrily came to Minghui's yard.

Mingyu, that girl, relying on the emperor's favor, has become more and more presumptuous! She even reached out to his house, and I don't know what she is up to.

"Minghui, Mingyu is going too far! She even brought Ruoxi into the palace. I don't know what she is planning!" Yinsi couldn't help complaining as soon as he entered the room, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Minghui was sitting by the window embroidering. She looked up and said softly, "Eighth Master, calm down. My sister is young and may feel lonely in the palace. She just wants to find someone to talk to."

"Companion? Humph! I think she wants to make trouble for me!" Yinsi paced back and forth in the room, the anger in his heart growing more and more intense.

"Ruoxi is a simple-minded girl. What if she is used by Mingyu? She is the emperor's favorite. We can't afford to offend her!"

Mingyu had already arranged for her confidants to monitor secretly in the Eighth Master's mansion and report back any news of any disturbance. She would certainly not watch her sister suffer any injustice.

At this moment, a secret guard assigned by Kangxi himself to protect her was hiding in the shadows outside Minghuiyuan. With a stern expression, he calmly wrote down every word that came out of the house, as if it were clear evidence that was deliberately preserved.

His movements were swift and careful. After putting away the recorded message, he quietly blended into the night, taking everything away invisibly.

As night fell, Yinsi strode out of Minghui's yard with a cold face. Minghui chased him to the door and called out anxiously, "Eighth Master!"

Yinsi stopped walking, but didn't turn around. He just said coldly, "Minghui, you are always like this, speaking for Mingyu in everything. Even when I discuss things with you, it becomes a grudge that I have nowhere to vent. Are you unwilling to trust me, or have you already been willing to help Mingyu plot against me?"

When Minghui heard this, she was struck by lightning and her fingertips grasped the edge of her cloak, as if she had not expected Yinsi to look at her like this.

Tears blurred her eyes, but she suppressed her grief and tried her best to maintain a calm tone: "Eighth Master, Mingyu is my biological sister. She is young and her mind is not stable. I just want to protect her. As for your worries, I, Minghui, would never dare to have any second thoughts. If you think I am supporting her, then it is my inappropriate words that caused Eighth Master to misunderstand."

Yinsi turned his back to her and sneered, his tone not without sarcasm: "Misunderstanding? Then why does she always make such a fuss? With her temper, she will drag you into the water sooner or later. When the time comes, I, Yinsi, will not be able to defend you in front of the emperor."

Night fell, and thin moonlight shone through the screen window onto Minghui, making her plain face look even paler. Yinsi's words were like a sharp arrow, piercing her chest.

She slowly let go of her cloak, her voice clear but with a hint of anger: "Master Ba, Mingyu is my biological sister. She may be young and reckless, but she is definitely not the scheming and selfish person you say she is."

Yinsi sneered upon hearing this, turned around, and his face was full of sarcasm: "You are very protective of her. But while you are protecting her, has she ever thought of giving you a bit of dignity? Or, the child's aspirations are completely different from yours, Minghui, you are too naive, always thinking that family affection can withstand all kinds of calculations in the world."