
A Yao nodded. After Rong Ziling left, only Rong Qianhan and A Yao were left in the backyard.
A Yao always felt uneasy when she was alone with Rong Qianhan. The idea of running away immediately popped up in her mind.
But she could not run away. She still had to rely on Rong Qianhan to trample Su Yuyan underfoot.
Rong Qianhan approached her with his long legs and asked, "What are you nervous about?"
The rest of the servants in the mansion were in awe of him. Only this little girl acted as if she would eat him every time she saw him.
"I'm not nervous."
Rong Qianhan stepped forward and looked down at her, "Raise your head."
A Yao raised her head.
When Rong Qianhan met her watery eyes, a familiar smell entered his nostrils.
He suddenly asked, "Has your Miss used this kind of fragrant powder before?"
A Yao was shocked. Afraid that he would recognize her, she quickly retorted.
"I'm just a washerwoman. I don't know what kind of powder Miss uses."
Rong Qianhan looked at the red mark on her right cheek. "Did Su Yuyan hurt you?"
"It's all my fault."
Rong Qianhan snorted coldly. "You're such a cautious girl. You almost died in the hands of the Prime Minister's Palace that day, and now your face has been disfigured, but you're still speaking up for her."
"No, I just..."
Rong Qianhan raised his hand to interrupt her. "I'm not in the mood to listen to you. Why is Ziling with you?"
A Yao truthfully told him about her encounter with Rong Ziling.
"You did a good job in protecting Ziling today, so I can allow you to do one thing. If you have any requests, just tell me!"
As a maidservant of the Prince Regent's Residence, it was her duty to protect her master. She did not dare to claim credit for this matter.
Moreover, she did not dare to make any requests before she figured out what kind of person Rong Qianhan was.
After thinking for a moment, she said in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing, "Young Master was misunderstood because of me. I should protect the Young Master and dare not make any requests because of this."
"You're a sensible person."
A Yao lowered her head.
"This prince is not a stingy person. I'll reward you with a hundred taels of silver!"
Thank you, prince..
Rong Qianhan glanced at A Yao and turned to leave.
"Prince, wait!" A Yao suddenly called out to him.
Rong Qianhan turned around in confusion.
A Yao respectfully walked up to Rong Qianhan and took out her handkerchief to wipe away the dust on Rong Qianhan's shoulder.
After wiping it clean, A Yao immediately stepped back.
"Ok! Take care, prince."
Rong Qianhan stared at A Yao with a mysterious look in his eyes. However, he did not stay for even a second longer and walked straight away.
Watching Rong Qianhan leave, A Yao let out a deep breath.
Judging from the situation in the Prime Minister's Palace that day, Rong Qianhan did not seem to have a good relationship with the Prime Minister.
Rong Qianhan did not give his father-in-law any face.
Moreover, she was a maid from the Prime Minister's Palace. It was not easy for her to get close to Rong Qianhan.
She had to be careful. Otherwise, if anything went wrong, Chun Ling's tomorrow would be her tomorrow.
Just as she was in a daze, Rong Ziling returned with the ointment.
Rong Ziling happily handed her the ointment, "With this bottle of ointment, there won't be any scars on your face. It will heal soon. It's rare for my father to be so generous."
A Yao didn't take it. She turned around and left as if she hadn't heard Rong Ziling.
Stunned, Rong Ziling chased after her.
"Sister A Yao, what's wrong?"
A Yao continued to walk forward and ignored him.
Rong Ziling spread out his arms and stopped her. "Why are you ignoring me?"
A Yao looked at him angrily. "Young Master is of noble status. I don't deserve to talk to him."
"Sister A Yao, are you angry with me?"
A Yao didn't reply.
She had been living in fear every day. She was afraid that the people in the manor would discover Rong Ziling. She even gave him the remaining half of her food.
It turned out that in the eyes of Rong Ziling, these were just fun games.
She was the only one who was so foolish and believed everyone.
Rong Ziling approached her with a fawning expression, "Don't be angry. I didn't mean to hide it from you. I really have my reasons."
"What difficulties could Young Master have?" A Yao mocked herself.
Rong Ziling was no longer smiling. He pulled a long face and looked unhappy.
"In fact, I am not my father's biological son. He is married now and will have his own child in the future. I will only be a burden if I stay in the Prince Regent's Residence. I don't want to cause him any trouble."
"In fact, I was going to leave, but I wanted to come back and see if his wife was okay, so I sneaked back. I didn't expect that he would marry such a bad woman, humph..."
Thinking of the vicious Su Yuyan, Rong Ziling became even more upset.
A Yao was a little surprised.
Who would have thought that Rong Qianhan was not the biological father of Rong Ziling.
She asked in confusion, "What about your parents?"
"They died on the battlefield."
"You know about it?"
Rong Ziling nodded, "My father never hid anything from me."
Now that she knew who Rong Ziling was, she could no longer bring herself to be mad at Rong Ziling.
She sighed helplessly and calmly took the ointment from Rong Ziling.
"I'm not angry anymore."
"Hehe... I knew Sister A Yao was the best."
A Yao rubbed his head and stared at his swollen face and broken mouth.
"I'll apply medicine to your face and mouth first!"
"Yes."
Rong Ziling enjoyed being taken care of by A Yao and kept talking to her.
…
Just as Rong Qianhan was about to return to his courtyard, Su Yuyan caught up with him.
Excited, she grabbed Rong Qianhan by the arm and anxiously explained, "Prince, let me explain. I don't know he's Ziling. I..."
Rong Qianhan shook off her hand in disgust and looked at the maids behind Su Yuyan with dissatisfaction.
"Who allowed her to come here?"
The maids didn't dare to reply.
"Prince..."
"If you dare to talk nonsense again, go back to the Prime Minister's Palace immediately!"
After harshly interrupting Su Yuyan, Rong Qianhan strode into the courtyard without looking back.
Su Yuyan wiped the tears from her face, and a trace of hatred appeared on her face.
It was all the bastard and bitch's fault for causing her to end up like this.
She would not let them off!
The maid came forward to persuade her. "Secondary consort, let's go back! Otherwise, Prince will be unhappy when he sees you."
Su Yuyan glared at the maid and turned to leave angrily.
Now that Su Yuyan was grounded, A Yao finally had a better life in the mansion.
Because of Rong Ziling, the servants in the residence treated A Yao much better, and no one dared to push the task to her.
Rong Ziling would pester A Yao whenever he had time, and their relationship was getting better.
During this period of time, A Yao had been taking the ointment given by Rong Qianhan every day. All the scars on her face had been removed, and her skin had become much fairer than before.
On this day, Rong Ziling had a quick lunch before slipping off to the backyard to look for A Yao.
A Yao was basking in the quilt in the backyard. When she saw Rong Ziling walking over listlessly, she quickly dried the quilt and walked over.
"What's wrong?"
"The kitchen makes a lot of greasy food every day. I want to vomit when I eat. I can't eat anything, but I'm still hungry..."
Rong Ziling wanted to act like a spoiled child in front of A Yao the moment he saw her.
A Yao thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll do something for you?"
"You can cook?"
Rong Ziling eyes immediately lit up.
A Yao nodded.
"Great! I want to eat the food made by Sister A Yao."
A Yao brought Rong Ziling to the kitchen and started cooking Yangzhou fried rice with the ingredients available.
She handed the fried rice to Rong Ziling. "Quick, have a taste."
Rong Ziling took the fried rice and sniffed it. Then, he looked at her in surprise.
"Sister A Yao, you cooked so well!"
After taking a bite, Rong Ziling gave her a thumbs-up. "It's so delicious. I've never eaten such delicious food before. What's this called?"
"The Yangzhou fried rice."
"This name is so strange. Who taught you it?"


