The more she toiled, the more Linghe felt wronged.
Thinking of herself as a Commandery Princess who had been waited on hand and foot, she had never done even light work, let alone heavy labor.
But now, she had abandoned her multitude of maidservants to find the man she loved, only to be ignored by him and forced to work. She was treated like a peasant, even worse than her own maidservants...
Linghe felt more and more aggrieved as she thought about it. Her eyes reddened with the sense of injustice, and she looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment.
An Jing, seeing this, couldn’t help but laugh. It was obvious to her that Linghe wasn’t cut out for hardships.
In the end, Linghe did cry, but only let two tears fall discreetly before quickly wiping them away with her sleeve. She did have her pride; after all, she was still a Commandery Princess. How could she cry openly and become a laughingstock?
But she was truly tired.
Her back and waist ached!
She wanted to throw down her hoe and return to the Capital immediately!
By noon, Linghe could no longer straighten her back on her own. It was only with the help of Li Wuyu that she managed to stand upright.
For someone who had never done such work and had been pampered all her life, it was indeed the first time.
However, An Jing offered no comfort to Linghe but pretended to be oblivious, saying with a smile, "You two go back for lunch first, and come back at the latest time."
Had they traveled thousands of miles to perform hard labor?
They hurriedly took a carriage to TipLiu Town for lunch, and then just as hurriedly rode back. When Linghe and Li Wuyu reappeared in the fields, it was indeed the latest time.
Linghe didn’t want to come back, but it was difficult for her to voice this, so she had to continue to help with the work.
But Ke Anjing didn’t just have them make ridges; she also had them carry water to irrigate the fields.
Li Wuyu, accustomed to practicing with spears and sticks, could handle the physical work even if her skills weren’t remarkable; but Linghe simply wasn’t up to the task. She couldn’t carry the water and stumbled, falling and dousing herself with it. She even got mud all over herself, dirtying even her typically luminescent face.
An Jing saw this and couldn’t help chuckling inside, but on the surface, she rushed over with concern to help the disheveled Linghe to her feet, saying, "Commandery Princess, how did you fall? It’s just two buckets of water. I carry them all the time and have never fallen. How could you be so careless?"
Linghe felt so aggrieved, she wanted to yell at An Jing: Can you even compare with me? I am a Commandery Princess!
But remembering that An Jing was now the Changsheng Princess, a title more noble than her own, she didn’t dare let the words out.
So, she felt even more suffocated and aggrieved.
But Linghe truly felt wronged. Looking at herself covered in filth, her hands caked with mud, and thinking about how wretched she looked, she had never been in such a state before... Gradually, she could no longer hold back, and her tears started to fall, plop plop.
"Eh? Commandery Princess, why are you crying?" An Jing asked with feigned ignorance, while inwardly she was delighted.
Of course, Linghe wouldn’t reveal her true thoughts and sobbed, "It’s nothing, it’s nothing. I just hurt myself a bit when I fell."
"If you’re in pain from the fall, then don’t carry water. Continue to help us make ridges," An Jing ’kindly’ suggested.
Linghe had thought that An Jing would at least let her rest for a while, but instead, An Jing had her continue working on the ridges. Linghe was momentarily stunned, then she shed even more tears, albeit agreeing, "Okay."
An Jing acted as if she hadn’t noticed Linghe’s tears at all and turned to look for Xiao Changyi.
She was going to tell her dear husband that she had made Linghe cry. Ha ha~