Chapter 15: Reaping What One Sows

"Eat slowly, don't rush..." Jiang Yunchu picked up a handkerchief, wiped her mouth corner, and said with a chuckle.

A four-year-old child, at the age when they just start kindergarten in modern times, ah.

"Gurgle"

At that moment, Ning Hanmo's stomach began to make a sound.

And this gurgle was only the beginning.

Then…

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle"

His stomach seemed about to explode, his face turned red from holding it in, the sound from his belly grew louder and louder, and… most importantly…

He wanted to fart!!

"Stupid woman… you… I'm not done with you."

Ning Hanmo covered his butt with one hand and his painfully aching stomach with the other, and the whole person rushed out at the speed of an 800-meter dash.

By this point, what else could he not understand?

The plan failed, and he fell into his own trap instead!

"Hahaha…"

Behind him, a burst of crazy laughter lingered.

Who else but that damned stupid woman?

Jiang Yunchu smiled; when things go awry, there must be something fishy. I hope today's events will give that brat a little lesson.

Being a good person is not easy, but being a bad person isn't that easy either.

If you can't even administer poison, how will you ever be a villain in the future?

"Princess Consort, Young Master…" Zi Su's eyes widened; she understood everything that had just happened.

But the final outcome, she couldn't make sense of.

She observed the Princess Consort's expression and the little Young Master's expression, knowing the porridge was problematic, yet wasn't the porridge right in front of the Princess Consort?

When did it get to the little Young Master's front?

"It's fine; how long he suffers depends on how much he hates me." Jiang Yunchu shrugged indifferently.

She knew the bowl contained croton oil, and that brat even knew to ask the small kitchen ahead of time what was being made for breakfast; otherwise it couldn't possibly be identical to the chicken soup congee.

"Advance preparation was done well, but the on-the-spot performance still needs more polishing…"

Upon hearing this, the four senior maids present exchanged bewildered glances—this…

Is our Princess Consort trying to teach the Young Master to be good, or to be bad?

They all said, "We don't get it, not at all!"

"Yun chu…" a soft grandmotherly voice came from nearby.

Jiang Yunchu looked toward Yue Yue: "What's wrong?"

"My brother is fine." Yue Yue thought for a moment, then said.

She felt that her brother and Yun Chu weren't on good terms, yet Yun Chu was fine, and her brother was fine too.

In her little head lay a big doubt.

"Heh, Yue Yue, you should know that in this world there are many people who are all good, but they all have a bad side—you just haven't noticed it yet."

"Sometimes, you shouldn't just look at how they treat you, but also at how they treat the world."

Ning Yue Xue remembered Yun Chu's words, but she didn't understand what they meant, and even failed to comprehend them.

Jiang Yunchu saw the little maid's expression, cute and bewildered, with a hint of confusion and perplexity.

"You don't need to understand; you're still young. When you grow up, you'll get it."

The words she speaks now are like planting a seed in Yue Yue's heart; when she later encounters certain matters, it will let her ponder a bit, awaiting blossoming.

"Shunzi!!!" Ning Hanmo shouted loudly, rubbing his weak legs and that agonizing stomach.

"Young Master, master, Shunzi is here."

Shunzi's face turned pale; no matter who drank that bowl of porridge today, he, Shunzi, could not escape death.

"Where exactly did you put the medicine?" Ning Hanmo held his stomach, his whole face turned pale, and the gurgling sound in his belly never ceased.

"It's the bowl the Young Master held; wasn't he watching it himself?"

Shunzi was about to cry; the Young Master was right there watching—how could he have slipped the medicine into any bowl!

"Jiang Yunchu!"

Ning Hanmo's gritted teeth hadn't even finished when he let out an "ow!" and hurried off to find the chamber pot.

Shunzi followed behind, also wearing a look of utter hopelessness.

"How many times has the Young Master gone to the privy?"

Jiang Yunchu saw Su Xin hesitating to speak, couldn't help but curl her lips, and asked.

"I heard Little Dengzi say the Young Master has been sitting for half a day." Su Xin said this while stealing a glance at the Princess Consort's face.

Actually, she and Zi Wu were both curious; the Princess Consort seemed to have become a different person after her marriage.

Strangely, only her temperament had changed; they were absolutely certain this person was still their young lady.

"Hmm, it seems the dosage isn't small." Jiang Yunchu's fingers lightly tapped the tabletop, her face bearing a meaningful smile.

"Princess Consort, aren't you afraid the Young Master will hate you?"

Su Xin agonized for a long time, but still posed the question.

"Hate?" Jiang Yunchu laughed and shook her head.

"I'm not his birth mother, but we're like grasshoppers on the same rope—him, me, and you all." Jiang Yunchu poured a cup of tea, lightly sniffed it, didn't drink, and set it down.

She liked the tea's fragrance; the aroma could clear the mind and also help her ponder problems.

"Call all three of them in." Jiang Yunchu thought for a moment, then finally said.

Zi Su and Bai Zhi, since the Imperial Noble Consort trusts, she naturally will trust.

As for Su Xin and Zi Wu, their lives are in her hands, so she naturally trusts them as well.

Between people, there may be trust based on interest, but such a relationship can become corrupt.

But trust in fate will never become corrupt.

"Master." After Zi Su and Bai Zhi entered the room, they respectfully bowed, then stood at either side.

"We just talked about a topic; I happen to want to tell you about it." Jiang Yunchu tidied her clothes, stood up; even now she is still not used to ancient clothing, cumbersome and troublesome, although it doesn't affect her walking, it does affect other movements.

Su Xin and Zi Wu are my dowry maids; in this Wang Fu, the only one you can rely on is me.

She had no buffer, nor any politeness; now the Regent Prince's Manor is fraught with danger, she needs to make several people realize the current situation, and also know that they are like grasshoppers on the same rope — she cannot run, nor can they escape.

Zi Su and Bai Zhi, the Imperial Consort has handed over your deeds of sale to me as well.

After Jiang Yunchu finished speaking, she glanced at the four people, "Now, tell me, what is your impression of the Wang Fu, or any discoveries and thoughts."

By her side, she does not keep useless people.

If following ancient thinking, breaking this cage is too difficult.

It is the Imperial Consort; after all these years, she has only endured, with no breakthrough, thinking only of the two children.

She took over the Regent Prince's Manor; the two children are naturally the top priority.

Zi Wu thought for a moment, not knowing whether to speak.

"Speak." Jiang Yunchu had no reservations about rank or master-servant distinctions.

Actually, she didn't have much feeling.

In her eyes, she even regarded these people as subordinates; they are a unit that shares honor and disgrace together.