High-class maid

Chapter 285 Don't feel sorry for me.

"What's this? Who put it on the table? Jin'er, did you pick it?"

Shen Xing'er looked at the roses on the table and asked with some surprise.

Looking at the beautiful flowers has really lifted my spirits!

Jin'er didn't answer, but shook her head shyly, then pointed behind her apologetically.

Shen Xing'er was puzzled and turned around, only to see Song Wenyang.

"How is it? Do you like it? I have good taste, right?" Song Wenyang came up to Shen Xing'er as if to take credit, a bright smile blooming on his face, which made Shen Xing'er smile involuntarily.

"I like it, that's thoughtful of you."

Shen Xing'er praised him generously, and then even gave him a sniff as a gesture of respect.

"I'm glad you like them. Look, my hands are bleeding from all the pricks I got picking them!" Song Wenyang pouted, looking like a pitiful little child.

Jin'er couldn't bear to look any longer. She put down the feather duster in her hand, turned around, and walked out. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would get goosebumps all over.

"Oh, it really is! Hurry up and go to the clinic, or the wound will heal too soon," Shen Xing'er teased, looking at the needle-like wound on Song Wenyang's hand.

"Oh, you're actually teasing me after just a few days." Song Wenyang laughed and reached out to pinch Shen Xing'er's cheek.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me, it won't be good if my parents see this." Shen Xing'er waved her hands and begged for forgiveness.

"By the way, I saw my uncle and aunt on the street today, but they were far away and I didn't say hello. I saw them coming out of the brokerage firm. Are they going to hire more servants?" Song Wenyang asked.

So Shen Xing'er told Song Wenyang about her father's trip to another place, and then told him everything that had happened at the Marquis's mansion a few days ago.

"I see. I just don't know if Uncle and Aunt have found a servant they like. It's not easy to find servants who know martial arts these days. Even if they do, they've probably been punished by their masters for committing a crime," Song Wenyang said worriedly.

Good servants are not readily available these days, especially men with some martial arts skills. As long as they haven't done anything too outrageous, their masters are reluctant to sell them.

Just as Song Wenyang had predicted, as soon as he finished speaking, Shen Kun and Wang Shi returned to the shop dejectedly.

"Father, Mother, what's wrong? Have you failed to find a suitable servant?"

Shen Xing'er took the coat from Shen Kun's hand and asked.

"Don't even mention it. Your father and I spent a whole day running around, going through every brokerage firm in the capital, but we couldn't find a single one that sold servants who knew martial arts. We finally found one, but just as we were about to pay, we found out that he had been sent away by his master for having an affair with a concubine. How could your father and I dare to buy him?"

Wang took the tea that Jin'er handed her and drank it down in one gulp.

"Wen Yang, sit down. What are you standing for? Jin'er, pour Young Master Song a cup of tea."

Shen Kun glanced at Wang Shi with a hint of reproach. She was so busy drinking tea that she couldn't even see her son-in-law.

"Yes, please sit down, Wen Yang. Look at me, I was so busy drinking tea that I forgot to greet you." Madam Wang put her teacup on the table and said somewhat apologetically.

"Yes."

Song Wenyang sat down awkwardly, looking just like a young woman.

"Uncle is setting off tomorrow, and I'm sure there won't be any openings at other brokerage firms. If Uncle and Aunt don't mind, how about we send a servant from our household who knows martial arts?"

Wang and Shen Kun exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

You see, they just wanted to find a servant who knew some martial arts, but the servants kept by high-ranking officials and nobles were not simply those who knew martial arts.

Some mansions, in order to show their uniqueness, would have their servants learn martial arts from a very young age. The cost of hiring a tutor was not a small amount, not to mention the cost of medical treatment for minor injuries.

"In that case, I will not stand on ceremony with you. I shouldn't have troubled you, but I am leaving tomorrow and there is really no time to find a servant. I will return the servant to you when I return."

Surprisingly, Shen Kun did not refuse this time.

"Yes, I will send her over tomorrow."

Song Wenyang was overjoyed. He had finally gained the approval of his future father-in-law, who had always rejected him, but this time he had finally accepted him.

"Good child, thank you for troubling me again. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Shall we go to a restaurant?" Wang said.

We've troubled Wen Yang time and time again, and we don't know how to repay him. All we can do is treat him to some good food. But we're too tired to cook today, and Fatty's cooking skills are nothing to write home about, so we can only take him to a restaurant.

If you ask her, she thinks that cooking herself shows more sincerity, but she just can't do it today.

Song Wenyan looked up at the sky; it was already getting dark. He nodded without refusing. He had already taken time out of his schedule to spend with Xing'er today, and now he could also cultivate his relationship with his future in-laws—a win-win situation.

Although he really wanted to be alone with Xing'er.

Although he really wanted to secretly kiss Xing'er.

"It just so happens that I also need to tell my uncle and aunt about the marriage bestowed by the Emperor."

“Alright, let’s go to Zuixianlou.” Shen Kun made the decision.

The group arrived at Zuixianlou by carriage. Shen Xing'er wondered if she should hire a coachman for her father.

If I were to take over the medical clinic in the capital in the future, and a richly dressed man lifted his skirt and started a carriage, the wind blowing the wrinkles on his face, the sight would be hilarious just to think about it.

"Xing'er, what are you laughing at? Try this fish."

Song Wenyang asked, puzzled.

Shen Xing'er noticed that everyone at the table was looking at her with a puzzled expression. Oh well, she was spacing out again.

"It's alright, it's delicious, you should eat more too," Shen Xing'er said.

Mrs. Wang was already used to her daughter's unreliable behavior. Halfway through the meal, she asked Song Wenyang...

"You came here to talk about the marriage bestowed by the Emperor. Has something changed?"

"No, no," Song Wenyang hurriedly waved his hand to explain, afraid that the two would misunderstand.

"His Majesty has learned that Xing'er has not yet reached marriageable age and intends to bestow a marriage upon her on the day she reaches marriageable age. I was afraid that you would have wild thoughts, so I informed you in advance."

"I see. His Majesty's considerations are indeed thorough. But what about your father?" Shen Kun asked.

Although the Emperor's decree of marriage was a done deal, Shen Kun still hoped that his daughter would be accepted by Song Yanjiang, since his daughter would not be living in the palace in the future, but in the Song family.

If Song Yanjiang doesn't approve of his daughter, they should think of a solution.

“My father met Xing’er in the palace that day and was very pleased with her. Uncle and Aunt, don’t be afraid. His Majesty said he would bestow a mansion upon me as a wedding gift. Xing’er and I will move in then. In the future, when I am appointed as an official in a remote area, I will have to trouble Xing’er to accompany me on my travels. Uncle and Aunt, please don’t feel sorry for her then,” Song Wenyang said.