To Eastern World, it was convincing that he persuaded the Jia family to bring all the maids from the Wen Xinhou Manor to Zitai Palace. Muyue Teng was not interested in this. She randomly took a piece of ornaments, which seemed to be a copper wire grape texture jug, threw it at Green Cloud, and sent it to the Liuxue Hall of Wen Xinhoul Manor as a token of appreciation to Eastern World.
The maids in Wen Xinhou Manor are not many, and Jiao Shu prefers to use old maids. Jiao Shu probably fears that Wen Xinhou would be attracted to the beautiful and charming maids, possibly causing his son to be corrupted or ruin his own pride.
"Your Majesty, is there anything you require?" The painted screen filled with laughter and greetings.
"Painted Screen, you really are a pleasing person." Muyue Luoluo gently pinched the cheeks of Painted Screen.
Muyang Yueluo told Eastern World that she wanted to choose a maid and well-train her to manage the accounts of Zitai Palace for her. Puhuaeng was present at the time. However, Puhuaeng did not believe it at all, at least not in the beginning. She thought that Muyang Yueluo would not tell the truth when speaking to Eastern World.
"The request is very simple. Call the wife of Jin Zheng. I have dreamed of her." Muyue Yueluo, holding a newly woven satin face embroidered with pomegranate cat and butterfly pattern red wood handle cluster fan, slumped lazily on a purple sandalwood inlaid mother-of-pearl double upturned flower bed beauty couch, leisurely and graceful.
This charm is not the dusty allure of the Hong Chen in Ping Kang Lane, where the scent of wine and incense is too heavy. Instead, it's like a perfectly ripe honeydew melon, natural and awaiting to be picked by others.
Puhuaeng looked up and blushed unconsciously.
The Eastern World, who was blind, would rather not have the beautiful and elegant princess but go for a little bean sprout instead. Yes, this He Lan Qin'er is delicate and lovely, just like a little bean sprout.
"Your Majesty, what if there's a person with the same name?" asked Puhuaeng.
After hearing this, Muyue Yueluo sighed lazily and went to the purple sandalwood inlaid mother-of-pearl double dragon play pearl pattern desk. She picked up the brush and spent a incense stick of time on detailed sketches.
In a past life, Eastern Shixian was a master of painting, and Muyue Yueluo indulged his interest by diligently practicing painting.
Regrettably, Muyue Yueluo indeed lacks talent in painting and can only sigh and sigh.
"Painted Screen, can you recognize it?" Muyue Yueluo shyly touched the jin accumulated hairpin with a rhinoceros gazing at the moon.
"Your Majesty, there shouldn't be any problem." Painted Screen smiled gracefully.
So, Puhuaeng gathered up the painting and went out to look for Jin Zhen.
But halfway through the selection, Jiao Shu came over in a grand manner.
"Painted Screen, how is it that the gatekeeper doesn't inform in advance when there are important guests?" Muyue Yueluo said indifferently.
"Your Majesty, I will go change the gatekeeper right away." Painted Screen acted angry.
Puhuaeng has her own sense of matchmaking. She uses terms like "maidservant" in front of people to remind everyone that Muyue Yueluo is a soft and noble Princess Qiao. Only after people have gone does she affectionately refer to herself as "me" and consider Muyue Yueluo as a good sister.
"Soft and noble Princess Qiao, I don't like coming to Zitai Palace. Let's get straight to the point. You haven't yet shared the bed with Worldly Display, so it's unclear if he will willingly share the bed with you in the future. Therefore, you have no right to interfere with Wen Xinhou Manor's affairs." Jiao Shu said coldly, facing him straight and unfazed.
"Oh, these maids are sent by Eastern Lord Worldly Display. Thank you for your virtuous and generous kindness." Muyue Yueluo smiled faintly, with her phoenix eyes showing no signs of turmoil.
This Eastern World, whether in a past life or in this one, has never managed to accomplish anything for her and always seems to bring trouble in the form of Jiao Shu.
"Worldly Display is a man. How can he care about household matters?" Jiao Shu, without any argument, gestured for the old maids to be taken away by the servant.
Muyue Yueluo saw this, sneered lightly, and lightly touched her foot with a slight use of qigong. She flew effortlessly as a peony in full bloom, eager to drip. She roughly glanced at the maids.
To her surprise, there was no Jin Zhen? Muyue Yueluo felt disappointed in her heart.
