"I don’t want to, Mother, I need to see Tang Shunyan, I still have things I haven’t said to him!"
"Hmph, You think you can continue your antics here after that day’s nonsense without punishment? Once we are back in the Capital City, write a letter to the Tang Family."
Mrs. Meng was truly angry. Everyone said daughters were well-behaved and sons were mischievous, yet her children seemed to have switched those traits. Her worry-free son was in the carriage behind, never causing problems like her daughter did.
"Mother, I really need to speak to him in person, and there was something last time I didn’t get sorted. I just need to see him once; it won’t take long."
Meng Zhaojun struggled with all her might, though of course she wasn’t as strong as the two maids. As she spoke with her mother, she glared angrily at the maids, who were already lifting her into the carriage.
The two maids also mounted the carriage efficiently.
"Hurry, driver, don’t stop without our consent from now on."
Mrs. Meng didn’t speak much to her daughter, feeling so angry she was physically pained, resolving to discipline her slowly once they returned to the Capital City.
"No, I want to get off, Father, Mother...!"
Meng Zhaojun’s loud cries came from inside the carriage, but the driver dared not stop.
Housekeeper Meng was riding a horse. He had dismounted when the carriage stopped earlier, but after the Old Master and Madam had got on, he mounted again, riding alongside the guards and bodyguards.
"You... you are supposed to be at my side, you don’t listen to me, don’t bother staying by my side in the future!"
While the carriage moved, Meng Zhaojun didn’t dare jump out as her body was guarded by the two maids, preventing her from reaching the carriage door.
All her anger could only be vented on the maids near her, expressing her dissatisfaction, full of annoyance and threats!
"Lady, we really didn’t have a choice, you heard it yourself, Madam threatened to sell us off, please spare us!"
Liang Chen’s pleading voice.
"Lady, we beg you, don’t make it hard for us!"
Mei Jing’s voice pleaded with tears.
It’s very difficult being lowly servants when they cannot offend either Madam or the Lady.
"Hmph, I will not forgive you, you two just wait!"
Meng Zhaojun stopped paying attention to the two maids, her agitation apparent as she looked out the carriage window, past the bustling streets. The path ahead was a bit dark; they all had to carry torches.
As they were about to leave new county, tears streamed down Meng Zhaojun’s cheeks; after today, who knows how many years it would be before she saw Tang Shunyan again.
Meng Zhaojun’s tears fell silently, shedding them without making a sound.
Liang Chen and Mei Jing, of course, noticed and both intuitively took out handkerchiefs, trying to wipe her tears.
"Don’t bother, keep your fake kindness to yourselves! Hmph!"
Meng Zhaojun despised the maids who were at her side, their current consideration unable to mend her disappointment.
"Lady, it’s our fault, we are sorry!"
The two maids appeared remorseful, not listening to the Lady as if they had betrayed her.
If it were to happen all over again, they would still make the same decisions, believing it was for the Lady’s good as well as their own. They were supposed to listen to Madam, to return to the Capital City sooner.
They could only silently endure the Lady’s anger; being maids, who didn’t live ? Those on a living contract had it a bit better, but for those like them under a death contract, the master home could kill or sell them off without incurring any guilt.
Meng Zhaojun closed her tearful eyes, hoping never to never see him again in this life.
She swore in her heart that one day when she was older, she would definitely seek out her lover.
By dawn, the residents of new county who were well-informed already knew that the County Magistrate and his family had departed.
The news that the County Magistrate’s family had left also spread to the Tang Mansion; the people moving and delivering goods in the morning saw the Meng Residence’s carriages and escort convoy.
They also sneakily watched from the corners; the departure of an official was notable, considering the extent of the luggage.
One could say it was as hefty as some merchant caravans escorting goods.
When Tang Shunyan arrived at his grandmother’s courtyard for breakfast, the well-informed Madam already knew and discussed it with her husband and son.
Upon hearing that Meng Zhaojun had moved away, Tang Shunyan felt no significant loss, rather a sense of relief from the pressure now lifted.
This domineering little girl was gone; he would no longer be so devoid of freedom.
Never again would someone force him to go shopping, force him to visit brothels.
Force him to pay the bills; now he could start saving his money.
Meng Zhaojun would never have imagined, she was so unwilling to leave such a small boy, even crying over it, while he felt so relieved!