Chapter 006: Picking Sesame with the Left Hand

The sound was not loud, but Mu Yirou still heard it

She will surely remember today

Hearing Ying Ji unexpectedly refer to Mu Yi Rou as Rou Fei, Mu Wan Qing couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Mu Yi Rou was merely a side consort, yet the term 'side' was omitted. It seemed that Ying Ji had already regarded Mu Yi Rou as the main focus. Without saying a word, since Mu Yi Rou wanted to make things difficult for her, she would not appear so delicate. Instead, she simply sat down on the ground and began to pick sesame seeds.

Mu Wanqing saw Mu Yirou's cold smile and understood that she was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her, so she said: "How can one pick sesame seeds but not green beans? What kind of twisted logic is this?"

She is still picking sesame seeds, unmoved by anything.

Even if she were to marry another man, she would only attain the title of a secondary wife. Had it not been for Mu Wanqing's loss of virtue, she would likely have become the head matriarch.

Madam Dou had no choice but to comply, and she struck down with a slap; however, deep down, she was somewhat afraid, so the force was not great

After a considerable time of walking, they finally arrived at the edge of the lake, where there was also a pavilion. At that moment, Mu Yirou and Ying Ji were sitting there, accompanied by an unknown concubine who was laughing and chatting. Upon seeing Mu Wanqing, they ceased their laughter.

Once again, a slap resounded from https://www.hetushu.com, the sound even louder than the previous strike. Her head was forcefully thrown back, her face pale and devoid of color

Mu Yi, seeing her calm expression, felt a sense of aversion. Yet, it was precisely this kind of expression that captivated one's gaze. She slammed the teacup down on the stone table, her eyes sharpening: "Hit! Hit me hard!"

Bang

Sister Roufei has asked you to choose, so you must choose. Who do you think you are? Sister Roufei is the true head of the household!" Yingji said with a look of dissatisfaction, staring at Mu Wanqing. This wretched woman actually seduced the prince last night, and this was simply unbearable for her.

What does she lack compared to Mu Wanqing

At this time, it is already approaching noon; even in spring, the midday sun is fierce

"Madam Dou, you may go." Mu Yirou raised her head slightly

Haven't you eaten? Put in some effort! Ying Ji snorted.

"Do it again." Mu Yirou picked up a cup of tea and blew on the foam on top.

Looking at her, she is merely dawdling to pass the time. It is surprising that such idlers are being kept in the royal residence. Sister Roufei, how about this: as long as she is slow in her movements, just give her a slap, so that she will act more quickly, and let the servants take this as a lesson that they must be nimble in whatever tasks they undertake. Yingji is charming and voluptuous, with a delicate voice.

That slap landed on her cheek, stinging fiercely, almost numbing her senses, yet her awareness remained the clearest of all

"Are you also going to be beaten?" Ying Ji Qian Qian pointed at Dou Da Niang.

Mu Wanqing could not help but raise her head, seeing Ying Ji with a hint of a cold smile at the corner of her mouth, provocatively looking at her. She took a deep breath, but then heard Mu Yirou ponder for a moment before saying: "Ying Ji's suggestion is indeed good; such a method is not without merit, and it will also serve to alert everyone in the residence."

Mu Yi subtly signaled to Aunt Dou, who cleverly took out a bamboo sieve filled with a dazzling mix of mung beans and sesame seeds

Madam Dou glanced at Mu Yirou, feeling anxious and uneasy. Although she spoke rudely to Mu Wanjing, what if she were to strike her? What if it brought trouble upon herself?

Ying Ji frowned in dissatisfaction and said to the book: "What are you afraid of? This is the Duke Wang's residence. No matter how precious she may be in the Xiang residence, she is now merely a concubine. Right now, Sister Rou Fei is just giving her a lesson; what a cowardly servant!"

Mu Wanqing's hair had also come undone, and she felt quite dizzy. She barely held herself up and said softly, "Why don't you come and do it yourself? What is the point of sending a servant to do it?"

Mu Yirou was renowned for her exceptional skill in playing the pipa and was recognized as a beauty in the capital. However, when the current Poet Sage happened to encounter Mu Wanqing by chance and composed a poem for her, she became famous throughout the world and was regarded as the most beautiful woman under heaven

"Of course, Sister Roufei is the head matriarch," Yingji said with a smile, flattering her.

Aunt Dou glanced at Mu Wanqing. Since Mu Wanqing was being beaten, it was better than her being beaten, so she exerted all her strength and struck down. The sound of that slap was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

Who knows Mu Yirou shouted: "Hit me!"

Mu Wanqing was slapped, but at least her consciousness was clear. Her eyes remained fixed on the bamboo winnowing basket, and her hands continued to pick sesame seeds. However, she pressed her lips tightly together, and the wounds from the bite by Tu Shu Wan yesterday throbbed faintly as she bit down.

Mu Wanqing felt as if she were on the verge of heatstroke. She had not slept all night, her eyes were dry, and she could no longer distinguish between mung beans and sesame seeds. She gritted her teeth and told herself that she must persevere.

Mu Wanqing saw Ying Ji here again, and she already had a bad premonition in her heart

The maid brought over some tea and snacks, and Mu Yirou and Ying Ji seemed to be watching a grand performance, chatting and laughing. Mu Yirou's gaze never left Mu Wanqing, who was sitting just a few meters away. At times frowning, at times smiling, regardless of her expression, Mu Wanqing's beauty was truly astonishing.

Mu Yi Rou did not expect her to be so compliant. She had thought that she would kick over the bamboo basket, allowing herself to punish her properly. However, upon reflection, after Mu Wanqing woke up from hitting the wall, her temperament had changed significantly. The previously spoiled attitude was gone, and her disposition had become much more composed.

"Sister's eyes can't be blind, can they? Why is she picking so slowly?" Mu Yirou wiped the sweat from her forehead with a cloth, watching Mu Wanqing pick sesame seeds in the pavilion, which was not an easy sight.

"You come and separate the mung beans from the sesame seeds, but you can only pick out the sesame seeds, not the mung beans. Do you understand?" Aunt Dou then brought over a bamboo sieve and placed it in front of Mu Wanqing, "The sunlight is good here, so you can pick here, using your left hand."

Even if Aunt Dou had countless unwillingnesses, she had no choice but to walk in front of Mu Wanqing, crouch down, and stare at her, ready to strike as long as her movements were slow.

Mu Wanqing stared intently at the bamboo sieve, carefully picking out the sesame seeds. However, under the scorching sun, she felt dizzy from the heat, and her left hand was still in pain, making even bending her fingers a challenge. How could she possibly focus on picking sesame seeds? Enduring the pain, she slowly transferred the sesame seeds one by one to another bamboo sieve. After half an hour of effort, she had barely managed to sort out even half of them.

Mu Wanqing widened her eyes, gasping in shock, her face turning as pale as snow. The imprint of a hand slowly emerged on her face, burning with pain.

However, Mu Wanqing's hands and feet were nimble, quickly picking out the sesame seeds one by one, leaving Aunt Dou suddenly in a dilemma.

Mu Yirou first said: "I heard this morning that my sister is too idle, and now that there is some time, I will leave this task to you, the idle one."