Rebirth: The Fourth Lady Wants to Lie Down

In Wu Gege's quiet and elegant living room, the sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of warmth and softness to this small world.

Lianxiang was standing beside Wu Gege, carefully arranging the four treasures of the study on her desk. Suddenly, she heard her master casually mention Uya, who was still under house arrest, and she couldn't help feeling a little confused.

"Isn't Wu Ya under house arrest? What can she do?"

Lianxiang turned to look at Wu Gege, with confusion flickering in her eyes. She really couldn't imagine what kind of trouble a person under house arrest could cause in the mansion.

Wu Gege gently put down the book in her hand, her eyes fell gently on Lianxiang, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She knew very well that the maid beside her was simple-minded and didn't know much about the complicated situation in the mansion, so she was always willing to patiently answer every one of her questions.

"Since she entered the mansion, Wu Ya has always been very proud of herself because she is my cousin. She always feels that she is different from others and should enjoy more privileges and treatment."

Wu Gege explained slowly, with a barely perceptible sarcasm in her tone, "All the stupid things she did were based on this sense of superiority, but in the end, she ended up being grounded."

At this point, Wu Gege's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement: "As for what she can do now? I guess she is probably going crazy because of the house arrest order. Once such a proud person loses the freedom and glory of the past, you can imagine how angry and unwilling she will be. So, who knows how she will make a fuss in the house and vent her anger now."

Lianxiang listened to Wu Gege's story with surprise and curiosity in her eyes. She had never thought that there were such complicated emotions and calculations hidden behind Wu Ya.

As she looked at Wu Gege, she couldn't help but feel more admiration and dependence on her master. She felt that Wu Gege seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and knew everything in the mansion.

"Master, you are really amazing. You know everything." Lianxiang praised sincerely, her tone full of admiration, "With you here, I don't have to worry about anything."

Hearing this, Wu Gege smiled slightly and gently patted the back of Lianxiang's hand: "Silly girl, don't say that. In this mansion, everyone has their own thoughts and calculations. We must learn to protect ourselves and learn to understand others. Only in this way can we gain a foothold in a complex environment."

After saying that, Wu Gege picked up the book again and continued to immerse herself in the sea of ​​books.

Lianxiang stood aside, silently looking at her master, and secretly vowed in her heart that she must work harder to become Wu Gege's most capable assistant and face all kinds of challenges and changes in the mansion together.

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As night fell, the moonlight gently covered Wu Ya Zhixi's courtyard like a veil. The palace lanterns in the courtyard swayed, reflecting the waves in the owner's heart.

In the room, Wu Yazhixi sat in front of the bronze mirror. Although her face in the mirror was beautiful, she could not hide the anger and unwillingness between her brows. Yinzhen's house arrest order was like a cold wind in winter, which made her already sensitive heart even colder.

"Snap!" A crisp sound, the sound of porcelain breaking, broke the silence in the room.

Wu Yazhixi waved her hand suddenly, and the teacup on the table fell to the ground. The scalding tea splashed on the corners of her clothes, as if it was venting her inner anger.

"This world is really unfair!"

She muttered to herself angrily, with sparks of unwillingness flashing in her eyes, "Why am I confined to my house as soon as I return home, while that concubine can accompany me to the palace for a banquet? Am I, Wu Ya Zhixi, so unworthy of your attention?"

The maids standing by were so frightened that they dared not breathe. They all lowered their heads, fearing that they would become their master's next punching bag.

At this time, Qi Yue mustered up her courage, took a step forward, and whispered: "Princess, calm down, your health is more important. Maybe I have been busy with official duties recently, so I neglected you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazhixi sneered, turned around, and stared at Qiyue with a sharp gaze: "Neglect? How could he be negligent? He clearly hates me to the extreme! I don't believe this, I want my father and mother to plead for me in the palace."

After that, she stood up suddenly, walked to the table, picked up the pen, dipped it in thick ink, and said with unquestionable determination: "July, go prepare paper and pen. I want to write a letter home and ask my father to say a few good words to the Empress Defei. Let's see if there is still a place for me in this palace!"

Seeing this, July felt that this was futile, but did not dare to say much. He quickly responded and retreated. Soon he came back with the four treasures of the study.

Wu Yazhixi took it, spread out the paper and ground the ink, lightly touched the paper with the tip of the pen, and her mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, which eventually turned into words full of grievances and expectations: "Father and mother, my daughter is unfilial. I married into the palace, but I was not liked by my husband and was instead subjected to the humiliation of house arrest... I hope you two elders can seek justice for my daughter in front of the Empress Defei..."

After writing, she gently blew the ink dry and handed the letter to July, with a flash of determination and expectation in her eyes: "Send it quickly, without any mistakes."

July took the letter with mixed feelings, but she also understood her responsibilities as a maid, so she nodded and turned to leave the room.

In the night, her figure gradually walked away, leaving behind the silence in the room intertwined with Wu Yazhixi's complex emotions, as if foreshadowing that what was about to come would be a more complicated undercurrent between the palace and the royal palace.