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Chapter 121 The Beauty of the Republic of China (5)
Just as Pei Mi stepped in, a middle-aged man in his 40s stood respectfully in front of her.

"The eldest lady asked you to go to her yard when you come back."

"Well, I see, you go and tell your mother, I'll be there in a while."

"Yes."

Yilan followed behind Pei Mi, and he couldn't help but stiffen because of the sneaky glances from all around.

Those eyes were either purely curious or full of malice, no matter which one it was, it made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Take back all your unclean thoughts to me."

Pei Mi's clear voice sounded, and all eyes disappeared in an instant.

"Tingfang, take people to the west wing of my courtyard. All specifications will be treated according to the guests."

"Yes, young commander."

"Master Yilan, please follow me this way."

Yilan hummed, and when she followed Tingfang away, she turned her head secretly, and happened to meet Pei Mi's gaze.

With a sudden shock in my heart, I hurriedly avoided.

"Big brother."

With a sweet voice, Pei Mi knew who it was without looking back.

The tenth miss of the Jiang family, Jiang Wu.

Back then, in order to better fabricate the person "Jiang Chizhou", General Jiang married off all the young ladies from the residence who were old enough.

The rest are the younger sisters who have never met Jiang Wan.

So now there are only Ninth Miss Jiang Hui, Tenth Miss Jiang Wu, and Eighth Miss who has been seriously ill in the huge mansion.

As for those aunts and wives, those who are sensible start to go deep and stay simple, and those who are not, those who die of illness, and those who have accidents.

In an instant, the entire Jiang Mansion was much quieter.

However, with the arrival of newcomers one after another in the past few years, the Jiang Mansion gradually became lively again.

"Is something wrong with tenth sister?"

"Brother, father asked you to go to the Lake Pavilion in the back garden."

Jiang Wu smiled sweetly, inheriting her mother's appearance, but at the age of eight or nine, she could already have a glimpse of her future beauty.

"Ah."

Pei Mi responded coldly, and walked towards the backyard.

Jiang Wu rolled his eyes, the eldest son is amazing.But no matter how courageous Jiang Wu was, he didn't dare to say it.

Patting his head, he muttered softly, "But this should be fine."

Pei Mi did not go directly to the back garden as Jiang Wu thought, but first went to find the eldest lady - the biological mother of this body.

When Pei Mi arrived, the eldest lady was trimming potted plants.

Elegant and decent, like a standard lady from a thousand-year-old scholarly family.

It's just that the branches of the potted plants at hand have been cut rough and messy, and the pruning person's mind is clearly not on this. .

"Mother."

The woman in her forties stood up abruptly, put down the scissors hastily, stepped forward and took Pei Mi's hand.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Mrs. Jiang saw that Pei Mi was intact, she smiled reassuringly, and patted the back of her hand to comfort her.

"Tingfang has exaggerated the facts in front of you again."

"What do you mean by exaggerating the facts? If it wasn't for Ting Fang, you would have kept it from me."

Madam Jiang picked up a side of cold tea and took a sip.

"I asked the kitchen to make soup for you just now, and you can go after drinking it later."

Pei Mi smiled and said, "Let's have a drink later, my father is looking for me, so I have to go there first."

The relaxed smile on Mrs. Jiang's face finally subsided again, and she looked bitterly at the handsome men's clothing on Pei Mi's body.

"I shouldn't have agreed to your father's messy idea in the first place, otherwise you would have started a family by now."

　Is there any cutie to accept my short story "Secretly Unable to Hide Likes".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)