usatvline Chapter 302 Price
Chapter 302 Price
The nanny looked down at the jade bracelet in her hand, pulled her lips, and revealed a not-so-nice smile: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint Miss Shen. I'm an old slave, and I don't have such great power."
As he spoke, the jade bracelet was stuffed back into Shen Jingyu's hand, but before Shen Jingyu could hold it firmly, the jade bracelet shattered on the ground with a "bang".
Shen Jingyu's expression remained unchanged. She looked directly at the maid and said slowly, "I know that you are loyal, but as the saying goes, things change over time. How can you know who will win in the end? Even if you think your life is worthless, there are always people you care about."
The nanny narrowed her cloudy eyes, looked Shen Jingyu up and down, and then laughed and said, "Miss Shen is so arrogant."
"These are my sincere words. I hope you will consider them carefully." Shen Jingyu still did not give up. She had to wait until the Eighth Prince's men came to rescue him, or until her father reported to the emperor.
"No need, I am a rough man and don't understand these things. Miss Shen, don't waste your time. Please go ahead."
After saying this, the nanny turned around and left, and two maids pushed Shen Jingyu forward from behind.
Shen Jingyu looked at the servants beside her. They were all staring at her coldly. It was obvious that they could not be bribed.
In a moment, she was pushed out of the room.
In an instant, the cold mountain night wind blew in her face, forming a sharp contrast with the warmth in the room, causing Shen Jingyu to shiver uncontrollably.
She was soaked all over, the heat had not yet dissipated, her hair was dripping, and when the wind blew, she felt a piercing chill.
The nanny took Shen Jingyu to the vent in the courtyard, and a maid kicked her on the leg: "Miss Shen, just kneel here. I'm sure you will figure it out."
Shen Jingyu staggered to her knees on the ground, with water instantly spreading out from under her.
In just a moment, Shen Jingyu began to tremble all over and her lips turned pale.
Cold... so cold...
She had never felt so cold before, as if she would be frozen into ice in the next moment and die in such a silent night.
The maid left a few people to keep an eye on her and went back to her room to report.
The Third Prince's wife was still awake, playing with a string of agate beads in her hand. She couldn't help but sneer as she listened to Mammy's words: "Did she really say that?"
"It's absolutely true." Mammy said respectfully.
The Third Prince's wife looked gloomy, "She is quite arrogant. She thinks that one day I will be inferior to her and beg her to show mercy."
The nanny said, "Minister Shen has always been respectful, but I didn't expect that he would give birth to such an ambitious daughter."
The Third Prince's wife suppressed the smile on her face and said slowly, "In that case, let her kneel down. Since she wants to become a 'noble lady', she can certainly afford the price of becoming a 'noble lady'."
"Yes."
The Third Prince's wife turned and walked towards the bed, took off her outer robe, and instructed: "When she is about to die, ask her to come in and copy the books for me."
Mammy bowed and responded: "Don't worry, Madam. I know what to do."
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Shen Jingyu didn't know how long she had been kneeling outside. At first, she just felt cold, so cold that even her teeth were shivering, so cold that the blood in her body seemed to have solidified, so cold that her eyelashes and eyebrows were frosted, and her hair was frozen...
Later, she began to feel hot again, as if a ball of fire was rubbing her skin and heat was flowing out of her body.
Later, she began to feel pain, every part of her body hurt, her head felt heavy and her skin and soul felt like they were being pulled.
But those who were staring at her would not let her rest for even a moment.
Whenever she was about to faint, someone would come forward and pick her up.
Time suddenly slowed down. Shen Jingyu's vision had already blurred. She was in a daze and couldn't help mumbling, "I really don't know what thief is... I don't even know what assassin is..."
She is the destined Phoenix Girl, she will succeed in the end, she will definitely succeed.
When the nanny saw that it was almost done, she immediately sent someone to invite her into the room.
When Shen Jingyu stood up, she could no longer walk. Her knees could no longer support her. She took a step, but the next moment she knelt on the ground.
The maid looked at her coldly and said, "Your Highness cannot bear such a great gift. Miss Shen, are you planning to crawl over?"
Shen Jingyu's teeth were almost broken. When she was kneeling, these people were so attentive and afraid that she would fall down. Now that she really fell down, no one helped her up.
Okay, Xiao Heyu, Zhou Qiwen!
She remembered this grudge!
Shen Jingyu's eyes were filled with ferocious hatred. One day, she would trample them under her feet and avenge herself for what happened today!
The nanny had obviously seen this kind of expression many times, and there was contempt in her eyes.
In this world, too many people have seen the beauty of power, so countless people are trying their best to climb up.
Unfortunately, most people are destined to become corpses on this bloody road, and only a handful can truly become the best among people.
In just over ten meters, Shen Jingyu didn't know how many times she fell. She crawled step by step and finally staggered into the "hall" that was obviously very ordinary, but seemed unattainable because of the woman who stayed there.
"The master feels sorry for you because you are a precious girl. It is freezing cold now, so he invites Miss Shen inside to copy some books." Another maid stepped forward and spoke.
The room, which was as warm as spring, made Shen Jingyu feel unreal. She shivered and could hardly come back to her senses. Her whole body felt both cold and hot, as if she was about to collapse in an instant.
Then, she saw several volumes of Buddhist scriptures placed on the long table, with writing brushes and ink beside them.
All preparations were complete, except that there was only one candle lit in the outer room, which was about to burn out.
Apart from the lanterns held by a few people, there was no light in the room.
The candle lamp only emitted a faint and tiny light, outlining a circular light less than a foot long. It was difficult to completely cover even a book. I wonder how straining it would be for the eyes.
The nanny said in a deep voice: "The master is a light sleeper and does not like light and noise. I hope Miss Shen will forgive me."
After that, another maidservant said, "The master thought that Miss Shen was implicated by someone, and perhaps had some grievances, so she planned to present the Buddhist scriptures that Miss Shen copied to the Queen Mother to plead for you. I hope Miss Shen will not let our prince's wife down."
Shen Jingyu stood in front of the table, looking at the Buddhist scriptures piled up like a small mountain on the table, her face turning pale and blue.
Who is he?
Who on earth was plotting against her like this?
Are Xiao Heyu and Zhou Qiwen going to use her to threaten the Eighth Prince, or is there someone else?
In an instant, countless faces flashed through Shen Jingyu's mind, but she couldn't identify any of them.
"Please come in, Miss Shen. I hope you won't let the master down." The nanny said coldly, then left the two of them and turned away.
Shen Jingyu's throat was dry and her vision was blurred. After a long while, she raised her shaky and purple hand.
But she had been outside for too long, and she could hardly hold the pen, let alone write. She dropped it several times after picking it up. Not only did she not write a single word, but she also stained a stack of good paper.