Cheng Lingyu was stopped on her way back to her courtyard.
She lifted her head and realized that the person blocking her path was the fourth sister from the neighboring courtyard, Cheng Lingyue.
Cheng Lingyue had been at odds with her since childhood, taking pleasure in tormenting her when they were younger, and it only got worse as they grew up. Every encounter with Cheng Lingyue meant a new difficulty for her.
In theory, their statuses were not much different; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been assigned to the same courtyard. Yet, Cheng Lingyue had a fiery temper, while Cheng Lingyu was meek, always appearing like a wronged housewife, which made Cheng Lingyue all the more eager to bully her.
"Oh, let me see, the fifth sister’s new dress looks quite nice," Cheng Lingyue commented critically as she examined her skirt.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Lingyu nervously clutched at the hem of her dress, which had been hastily made by her personal maid Xiao Lian, working through the night.
She knew what Cheng Lingyue meant by those words. From an early age, anything Cheng Lingyue saw her wearing, she would inevitably try to take for herself.
On normal days, Cheng Lingyu would endure it, but this dress was something Xiao Lian had stayed up two nights to finish for her, in hopes of making a good impression when she went to see the Old Madam.
Today, she did not want to endure it.
Moreover, for some reason, she suddenly thought of the eldest sister she had seen today in the Rongshou Hall, surrounded by everyone.
If it were her, she might have lost her patience and retorted by now, right?
No, who would dare treat her in such a manner? Cheng Lingyu laughed at herself mockingly.
Although she couldn’t be as proud as her, at the very least, she shouldn’t just swallow her pride when someone insulted her , right?
She bolstered herself internally, making an effort to smile at Cheng Lingyue and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Fourth Sister. I too am fond of this skirt. It was personally sewn by my maid Xiao Lian. If sister likes it, you can have your maid make one for you too."
Cheng Lingyue uttered a surprised ’huh’ and took a closer look at Cheng Lingyu before sneering, "What’s gotten into you today, my good sister even dares to speak such a long sentence?"
Her expression turned cold, "Then I’ll just speak bluntly. I have taken a liking to your skirt and want to borrow it for a few days. You wouldn’t mind, would you?"
Cheng Lingyu bit her lip and looked at her resolutely, "Fourth Sister, I do mind."
Cheng Lingyue did not expect her usually timid sister to defy her and, in a moment of anger, came over to grab at her, "You mind? Well, I must have it today, whether you agree or not!"
For the first time in her life, Cheng Lingyu mustered the courage to fight back against her sister.
This was a rockery, with a Clear Pond below for aesthetics, and it looked like the two were getting dangerously close to it.
A figure swiftly swept over, lightly tapping both Cheng Lingyu and Cheng Lingyue, causing them to go limp like they had been electrocuted and collapse.
"Who?" Cheng Lingyue’s brows shot up, ready to curse out loud, but her eyes caught sight of the other person’s skirt, and her pupils constricted. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs ⓝovelFire.net
She recognized that skirt—it belonged to a maid of the eldest sister.
The reason she remembered it so clearly was out of jealousy.
A personal maid of the eldest sister wore clothes made of finer fabric than her own, as a fourth sister.
But even with grievances in her heart, she did not dare to voice them.
Ming Que stood with her hands down, speaking respectfully to the two, "The servant just witnessed a misunderstanding between the two young misses. Our mistress said that since the Old Madam’s birthday is approaching, it would be best not to have any unhappy incidents occur in the residence."
Gu Shengyin had prevented the accident from happening. She wanted to see what would happen if there were no accident, if Cheng Lingyu would not get into trouble, could Cheng Ling still make a successful appearance in this world?