The Survival Rules of an Unfavored Daughter

  Yu Xue saw them like this, and she couldn't muster up the energy to continue, her spirit deflated like a punctured ball, wilting to the ground. She struggled to get back on her feet, her eyes glaring at Ru Qing with resentment, "Miss is indeed sharp-tongued. If one were to say who's more skilled at turning black and white upside down, Miss is even more formidable than I am." When did Ru Qing ever strongly oppose raising the servants' monthly allowance? She wanted to give the servants their annual gifts, but she didn't even know about it, and only found out after Ru Qing had already given them out.

  He looked at her with a mixture of emotions and said calmly: "Fine. Isn't this your specialty? Something you've learned."

  Her chest heaved violently as she turned around and ordered the two old maids watching the play on either side, "Send Rouxue back to her room. Tell her that since the child has been born safely, the Fang manor is where she will live and make a name for herself. Otherwise, our family really doesn't need to raise a slave who thinks of running away with a demon every day."

  Chen Xiang followed closely behind Ruyi, his horse's hooves clattering loudly as they returned to Linlang Garden. As soon as they arrived, Chen Xiang's horse let out a loud whinny and said, "Miss, you're so amazing! So despicable! So shameless! So sinister... But I like it."

  "...For a long time, she was speechless with emotion, and stared at her with a mixture of tears and laughter, "What kind of expression is this?"

  Linglong also stared at her, suppressing a smile, and said to Ruxue: "Miss, you were so fierce just now. I thought that with Snow White's reversal of black and white, you would be unable to deal with it. Unexpectedly, you turned out to be even more fierce than her. With that round of words, it seemed like everyone else wanted to devour her. Miss, if we're talking about the skill of reversing black and white and sowing discord, you are the truly formidable one."

  "At that time, arguing with her was useless. It's better to fight fire with fire, evil with evil. She likes to provoke, likes to separate, likes to pretend to be weak, I'll use the same method to deal with her. Let her understand, I'm not a vegetarian either. When necessary, I will be more sinister, more cunning, and more shameless than her."

  Chen Xiang hastily nodded in agreement and chimed in unison: "The young lady is indeed wise."

  "Ah, this tactic, I actually learned from Third Aunt. Previously, Zhang Niang always couldn't get along with Third Aunt, so Third Aunt used this trick on her. You can all learn from it too. When you encounter those who like to turn black and white upside down, you can use it."

  Linglong nodded fiercely, indicating that next time she met Xue, if she used the moth again, she would show her a different color.

  After laughing, Xiangxiang had another worry, "That Snow Belly is always carrying the old master's flesh and blood, what if she cries to the old master, how can the young lady handle it?"

  As she ate the chilled pear that had just been brought from the kitchen, she said lightly: "Brother has always been a man of few words, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know anything. What kind of person Wan Xue is, even if we don't say it, he knows too. In my opinion, Brother's way of dealing with someone like Wan Xue is to turn a blind eye and deaf ear. If she knows what's good for her, this matter will be as if it never happened. But if she still wants to make trouble, I reckon she won't have any good fruit to eat."

  As expected, Zhēn Yuè's guess was completely correct. That evening, when Zhī Yì returned home, he had dinner with Rú Xīng and Yú Shì together, while Cháo Yún waited on them at the side. When Zhī Yì asked if anything had happened at home, Yú Shì tactfully told him about what had happened that afternoon in simple terms. Zhī Yì's expression was calm and his emotions couldn't be discerned; he just faintly said "oh" and asked: "Is she calm now?"

  Just this one sentence made Chao Yun swallow back the words he was about to use to plead for Xue's sake, and also let Yu Shi breathe a sigh of relief.

  Days without elders around to restrain are comfortable. This comfort also makes her wish that she would not marry for a lifetime, and spend a lifetime under the wings of her brother and sister-in-law, living a carefree life.

  But this is unrealistic.

  So, Ruoqing returned to real life and opened the letter from Xiangjia Gongzi. The literary talent of Xiangjia Gongzi was indeed extraordinary, as he wrote a seven-character poem that was very elegant. Moreover, the couplets were well-structured, and even Ruoqing, who was semi-literate in poetry, couldn't find any errors. However, when it came to responding, she scratched her head in distress.

  If she writes in a plain style, she will be looked down upon; if she writes in an extraordinary way, her talent is limited and she cannot think of it. If she writes briefly, she feels that it is not enough; if she writes more, she loses the reserve of a woman.

  After racking her brains for several days and nights, she finally resigned herself to writing a brief reply. She first thanked him for his concern, then briefly told him that she was doing well, asked after him in two sentences, and finally embroidered a poem on the four-foot-high and one-foot-wide landscape embroidery, to show that although she was young, she could also compose poetry.

  "One needle and one thread of gold, one inch of silk and one inch of cotton. One pool of emerald water and one willow branch curved, one person embroidering alone in the autumn of a river."

  I counted this original poem several times, the rhyme is also neat and tidy, I feel pretty good about it. Then according to the previous method, I embroidered it on the blank space on the left side of the screen, after feeling that the overall effect was not bad, I let Linglong pack it up and send it back. Firstly, to let the Xiang family know that she is not only proficient in needlework but also good at poetry. Although it can't be compared with the talent of a talented woman, it's not illiterate either. If the Xiang family wants to find fault with my mediocrity, there's no way.