Written by: Qian Shan Cha Ke
Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.
Forget it, whatever. Since they already claim...
Hello friends, give a warm welcome to minodayzwho is helping us with our translation/editing. As most of you know she is one of the translators for one of the popular novels on meraki, Male God(do check it out, if you haven't already. It's a lovely, light-hearted campus romance with a very interesting set of characters).
Back to the novel, I'm liking how JR is laying the trap for another one of her enemies. Let's see how the target takes the bait....Enjoy the chapter guys. :)
Translated by : togekiss
Edited by : Anks ~ Ely ~ Minodayz
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Taking advantage of the bright afternoon sun, Lian Qiao brought the blankets out from their residence to air out in the courtyard. As the cotton that lined the worn blankets was sparse, they were just thin layers. They seemed extremely unsightly when placed next to all the thickly-stuffed, bright-colored blankets of the main residence.
Chun Ying commanded a few lower-ranked maids to hang the cotton blanket from Zhang Lan's room on the clotheslines. Compared to the dull colors in Lian Qiao's hands, the blanket in front of Chun Ying depicted an exquisite embroidery of peonies. It was so fully stuffed with that year's new fluffy cotton that it was bulging. It was obvious from a glance that it was an extremely thick blanket as the weight of the cotton blanket made the clothesline sink gradually. Chun Ying roared her orders, "Be more careful. Pay more attention so that you don't scrape its reverse side. It has top-notch embroidery."
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Chinese blankets
Lian Qiao did not even bother sparing her a glance and walked to the other side of the courtyard by herself and raised her arms to drape her blankets over the clothesline. The light cotton blankets did not seem to possess any weight so it was easy to hang them in the sun. Upon watching Lian Qiao, Chun Ying laughed, "Goodness, Senior Lian Qiao has also personally come to air out the blankets." She swept her eyes over the hung blankets, "Everyone, you should learn from her. Can you see how capable Lian Qiao is? She is able to hang the blankets all by herself and it seemed so effortless too. Unlike the few of us that were needed to carry ours and felt tired because of them."
