Chapter 60: So That’s How It Is

Chapter 60: So That's How It Is

Observing Lin Wanwan shouting while secretly glancing at Hua Qingyun, Su Youyue understood the intended recipient of her words.

Nonetheless, she didn't mind. She had no interest in marriage at all right now. Even if she were to consider it, Hua San, the Third Young Master, would never be an option.

This man was ambitious, pursuing his desires in both his past and present lives. If she truly disrupted his destined path, that's when she would genuinely feel uneasy.

"Since Miss Lin plans on taking her home, that works out perfectly. I'll have my Su family's carriage taken back first," Su Youyue said casually. Then, she instructed Chunya and the other maidservants to assist Su Rong before turning around and leaving.

Lin Wanwan was left dumbfounded.

Su Youyue just walked away without any argument? Did she really abandon Qian'er? Wasn't she afraid of being criticized for her lack of loyalty?

This crazy woman was driving her mad! Let's see how she explains this to her grandmother and father when she takes Qian'er home!

Regaining her composure, Lin Wanwan grabbed Su Qian's hand. "Come, Qian'er. Let's go to my house for recovery. I'll see how she justifies herself when she comes begging for forgiveness!"

Too weak to speak, Su Qian could only nod in agreement. With Su Youyue, that wretch, taking the carriage, how could she return home?

Soon, Su Youyue arrived at the entrance of the garden and expressed her gratitude to Young Master Hua San.

Hua Qingyun's gaze lingered on the bloodstains on her hand for a moment before he replied politely, "Miss Su, I was merely passing by. There's no need for thanks."

Seeing that he dismissed her gratitude, Su Youyue fell into deep thought but didn't push the matter further. She led Su Rong away from the garden.

After walking a short distance, they spotted Xiao Feiyan peering from behind a tree. Upon seeing them, she rushed over. "Yue'er, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Su Rong took some hits," Su Youyue replied.

Only then did Xiao Feiyan notice Su Rong's miserable state. Witnessing the adorable girl, who had resembled a lovely white dough ball in the morning, now with a swollen cheek and disheveled appearance, Xiao Feiyan exclaimed indignantly, "How despicable! What kind of grudge could justify such brutality?!"

Su Rong sniffled, her voice muffled, "I'm okay..."

In reality, she had been slapped twenty times. Had it been a hundred, her face might have been disfigured. But in her current state, how could she still face those ladies?

Contemplating the long-awaited event that was now ruined, she almost shed tears again. She had also damaged the hair accessory that her sister had lent her. How would she make amends...

But remembering all that her elder sister had done for her, she held back her tears. Even if it meant saving her monthly allowance for an entire year, she would compensate her sister for the hair accessory.

Su Youyue gazed at her, furrowing her brow as she turned to Little Xing and asked what had truly transpired that day.

Seeing the imposing manner of the young miss, Little Xing dared not deceive her and promptly recounted the events of the day in detail.

It turned out that after parting with them, Su Rong still harbored fears about the Third Princess implicating her. Thus, she sought out the princess to apologize.

However, just as she approached the Third Princess, Su Qian declared that at present, her eldest sister and third younger sister were on excellent terms at home. The hair accessory that the third younger sister was wearing today was borrowed from the eldest. The apology was an attempt by the third younger sister to seek forgiveness for the elder's impulsive behavior earlier...

Upon hearing this, the already displeased expression on the Third Princess' face shifted. She belittled Su Rong, dismissing her apology as meaningless, before haughtily passing by her. Mysteriously, as she brushed past Su Rong, the Third Princess stumbled slightly and then accused Su Rong of colliding into her.

No sooner had Little Xing finished speaking than Chunya chimed in, "Miss Su Qian's words were clearly meant to provoke. She pretended to be pleading for Miss Su Rong, but in reality, she was setting a trap for Miss Su Qian.

"The Third Princess is proud. How could she so easily forgive Miss Su Rong? By saying that Miss Su Qian was hoping for the princess to pardon Miss Su Rong on account of their relationship, wouldn't that only infuriate the princess more?"

Jin'er suddenly understood, "You're right, Chunya. You're very clever."

Chunya shook her head, "I only realized it when we left. Miss was the one who saw through it all. When she administered the second lash to Miss Su Qian, she said it was clear that Miss Su Qian was the one who set up Miss Su Qian."

Initially, although she knew that the second miss wasn't an upright person, seeing her attempt to share the burden of the slap with Su Rong had made her overlook any suspicions. But when her own mistress began punishing the second miss, everything became clear to her.

The Second Miss is the most hypocritical. How could she be willing to appear less virtuous than the Eldest Miss when she says she wants to share the punishment with her younger sister?

It was only then that Jin'er recalled how she had initially believed Miss Eldest was merely concocting an excuse to protect Miss Third.

Though not normally astute, she could now see through Miss Second's hypocrisy. She used to think that Miss Second was far superior to Miss Third, gentle and kind, and considerate towards their young miss.

It turned out that she was the kind of person who laid traps for others everywhere. Recalling how she had pleaded for mercy for Miss Eldest and Miss Third earlier, Jin'er immediately found her hypocrisy unbearable. Miss Eldest was right to teach her a lesson!

Su Rong listened, stunned, and soon a hint of anger appeared on her face.

Initially, she had thought that Su Qian genuinely spoke up for her, and could only stand by helplessly due to the Third Princess's persistence.

But considering Su Qian's usual demeanor, it was clear how unlikely it was for her to have such benevolent intentions.

Far from assisting, Su Qian was actually digging a pit for her with every word!

How could she have been so blinded by infatuation to believe that Su Qian was a far better person than her elder sister...

Xiao Feiyan also felt a chill run down her spine as she echoed, "My mother was right – one can know a person's face but never their heart."

Su Youyue, impressed by Chunya's analysis, did not add more to the conversation. Instead, she instructed Little Xing to use a handkerchief to pack some snow from the side, press it firmly, and apply it to Su Rong's face as a first aid measure.

The seasoned maid Gong had spent considerable time and effort honing the strength of her hands for the purpose of striking others. Had she not arrived in time just now, it would have been uncertain whether Su Rong's face could have been spared from harm.

"Take my token and retrieve the carriage Miss Su Qian arrived in. Send Third Miss back home first." Su Youyue handed her identity plaque to Little Xing. "When you return, please ask Doctor Wang to give Third Miss a thorough check-up. Also, stop by my shop and draw two boxes of complexion-care ointment for her."

Little Xing was deeply moved and promptly agreed. Miss Eldest was truly too kind. In the past, in an attempt to please her own young miss, she had even followed along in criticizing Miss Eldest. Now, she felt she deserved a slap for her words!

Su Rong also raised her head, gazing at Su Youyue, her slightly round eyes shimmering with glistening tears, and her nose tip was completely flushed.

"Alright, don't dwell on it when you return. Both Grandmother and I will give your marriage matter our attention. You're only twelve this year, there's no need to rush. You have plenty of time to choose. As for Princess San, you don't have to worry about her. She's merely targeting me."

Su Youyue, not one for sentimental exchanges with her siblings, dismissed them with a hint of impatience.