Jun Jiuling

Chapter 10: Returning in Appeasement

Miss Jun parted the curtains and looked out through the compartment window.

"Miss Jun, is it too cold?" The little servant girl was unaware of her mood. She only saw her actions and soon repeated herself, her face twisted with dissatisfaction. "How come there isn't even a hand-warming stove?"

The little servant girl moved to the front of the carriage.

"Stop, stop," she called out. "Get a hand-warming stove."

The people outside were confused by her shouts, but did not dare to ignore her. They informed Old Lady Fang in the front, and soon a maidservant came out from the first carriage bearing a hand-warming stove.

The little servant girl looked at the hand-warming stove and frowned.

"This is an old hand-warming stove," she said disdainfully.

The maidservant wore a face of forbearance.

"We left without time to prepare. This belongs to one of the servants, Miss Jun can use it."

The young servant girl threw away the hand-warming stove.

"Aiya, it's so dirty. How could I stand such a stink!" she screeched.

The maidservant looked unwell.

The little servant girl wasn't yet finished speaking.

"...and why does this carriage not have any charcoal braziers? And the cushion is so thin, we'll freeze to death..." she muttered in complaint.

Miss Jun, who had been lost in her thoughts, could not help but smile.

"Liu'er," she shouted out.

The little servant girl immediately stopped speaking.

"That's enough, you've already said everything that is of any urgency. It's not much further now, just bear with it," said Miss Jun.

The little servant girl heard Miss Jun's words and obeyed, merely snorting at the maidservant next to the carriage.

"Go, go," she waved her hand dismissively.

The maidservant stiffly paid her respects to Miss Jun, then turned to leave.

The carriages resumed their pace. When they saw the ashen face of the maidservant, the other people in Old Lady Fang's carriage expressed their sympathy.

They had all heard what the young servant girl had just said.

"Miss Jun spoke well this time," said the maidservant.

No matter what was said, she was still Old Lady's granddaughter. Old Lady could loathe her, but she was her blood kin. Even if she broke their bones and tendons, the servants must still be respectful.

Old Lady Fang, who had been reclining against a cushion with her eyes closed, snorted.

"She actually played the strict master, the hero," she said. "We should see what she means to do."

The maidservants lowered their heads and did not dare to respond.

The carriage curtains were blown open by the wind, so they could faintly hear the little servant girl's voice coming from the carriage behind them.

"...Miss Jun, I will give you my clothes to cover yourself..."

"...Miss Jun, do you want to drink tea? ...ah, you haven't drunk tea in a while... fortunately, I drank a couple of cups at the Ning Family's residence..."

"...There is actually no tea on this carriage...they really are too..."

Miss Jun turned to look at the young servant girl.

"There is no need. I am not thirsty or cold. The air coming through the curtains feels nice," she said. "You should just rest for a moment."

The little servant girl was afraid that Miss Jun had told her to rest for a moment, because she was too annoying and wanted her to shut up.

Before today, she wouldn't dwell this much on Miss Jun' words. Miss Jun always said what she meant. Only, when Miss Jun was talking with Eldest Madam Ning, they were obviously speaking amiably, but Eldest Madam Ning had left with such an ashen face. Now that she thought about it again, there seemed to be hidden meanings within Miss Jun's words.

As Miss Jun's most capable and only servant girl, Liu'er felt that she needed to understand what Miss Jun said in order to avoid mistakenly going against Miss Jun's intentions.

After thinking about it, Liu'er was silent and did not look at Miss Jun for a quarter of an hour, even more certain that Miss Jun had meant for her to shut up.

Miss Jun looked out the window without moving; Liu'er thought that her neck must feel stiff.

"Miss Jun, what are you looking at?" she couldn't stop herself from asking.

Miss Jun looked out the window at the fields around Beiliu Town. The fields were vast; at the moment they looked desolate because of the wintry days, looking somewhat wilder.

"The scenery," she said.

She had been to many places and seen many sceneries, but she had never gone to the north of the capital. She hadn't thought she would be able to see this place after dying.