Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 368 My Vicious Cousin 2

This time, Qingmo did not save Ding Zhao like the original owner did.

I wonder if he will freeze to death in the snow and ice?

Ah, I'm really looking forward to it.

Since being punished by Qingmo, Xiaotao no longer dared to be presumptuous in front of her, while Xiaohua was promoted from a second-class maid to a first-class maid.

"Miss, I heard that a man came to the gate of the mansion today to sell himself into slavery. The steward took pity on him and took him into the mansion."

Xiao Hua was a busybody; at the slightest sign of trouble in the manor, she would run to tell Qing Mo.

For example, she knows which concubine's courtyard the master visited today, and which shop's hairpins the young lady bought. She seems quite clever.

Qingmo's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked, "What did that person look like?"

Xiao Hua shook her head: "I didn't see her. I only heard from other maids that she was pretty with red lips and white teeth, but her clothes were tattered and she was covered in wounds. She was assigned to be a guard in the eldest young lady's courtyard."

Based on this description, it is indeed Ding Zhao.

Five days had passed, and Qingmo had almost thought he was dead, but unexpectedly, he came to her doorstep.

Selling oneself into slavery?

He's really accomplished.

She couldn't save him in this life, so why would he want to enter the Minister's mansion?

She put down her teacup, stood up, and said, "Let's go see what's going on at my cousin's place."

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw Ding Zhao kneeling in the cold snow.

His thin outer garment was covered in snowflakes, his back was ramrod straight, but his lips were blue and trembling slightly from the cold.

Qingmo arrived on the wind, wearing a bright red cloak with a fur collar that almost covered most of her face, and she was holding a hand warmer in her hand.

Ding Zhao was momentarily stunned when he saw her, then lowered his eyes slightly to prevent Qingmo from seeing the complexity in his eyes.

Qingmo walked behind him and kicked him to the ground, her thick-soled embroidered shoes with gold filigree pressing hard on his back, burying his face in the snow.

Hearing the commotion, Meng Yunluo came out of the house and happened to see this scene.

She frowned slightly, as if puzzled.

Is this still her usually well-behaved and obedient cousin?

"Qing-meimei, what's wrong? Did this vile thing make you angry?"

Qingmo immediately dropped her icy demeanor and spoke softly, "Cousin, your servant is so ill-mannered. He just stared at my face for a long time."

"That's why I got angry and punished him. Cousin, you won't blame me, will you?"

As she spoke, she increased the pressure of her foot, and Ding Zhao groaned.

Meng Yunluo smiled and looked on with interest: "Of course not. This servant has only been in the manor for a short time. He was just distracted by me, which is why I made him kneel as punishment."

"Hmph, what a lowly thing he is. He's just a dog servant, yet he dares to covet us."

Qingmo caught a glimpse of Ding Zhao's clenched fists out of the corner of her eye, and chuckled inwardly, but pretended to be angry on the surface: "So that's how it is. Then cousin, you'd better teach him some manners. I think he's a restless person, and he might even have ulterior motives."

Meng Yunluo raised her eyebrows: "Hmph, Sister Qing is right. Guards, drag this lowly servant away and give her thirty lashes."

As Ding Zhao was being dragged away, he kept staring at Qingmo's face, as if trying to discern something from it.

Qingmo stepped forward and took Meng Yunluo's hand, saying coquettishly, "Cousin, calm down. Don't let this lowly servant ruin your mood."

This surprised Meng Yunluo. She remembered that she and her cousin were not usually close.

This cousin of mine always acts so petty and timid, never daring to utter a sound, making it seem as if the Minister's mansion has mistreated her.

Why the change of heart today?

"Sister, let's go inside and talk. It's cold outside."

"If you get cold here, my mother might punish me."

As she spoke, Meng Yunluo pulled her hand away from Qingmo's. Her cousin's sudden closeness made her very uncomfortable.

The two entered the room, and the maid brought out a new hand warmer for them to use.

"Tell me, what brings you here today, Qing-mei? You always avoid me."

Meng Yunluo's words carried a hint of detachment.

After all, she really looked down on this cousin, who was always acting like a sickly chicken, as if someone owed her something.

Qingmo smiled, moved her chair a few steps closer to Meng Yunluo, and glared at her playfully: "What are you saying, cousin? We are cousins."

"I was immature before, but now I just want to be closer to my sister."

Qingmo grabbed Meng Yunluo's hand again and gently stroked it.

Hey, she's so fair, soft, and tender. No wonder Ding Zhao likes her. She likes such a beauty too.

From the original owner's perspective, she felt that Meng Yunluo was somewhat vicious.

But what exactly did Meng Yunluo do wrong?

Meng Yunluo always let it slide when the original owner of this body made excuses to help Ding Zhao out of trouble, even though she had a bad temper.

No matter how bad she was, she didn't make things difficult for her cousin who was temporarily staying at her house.

For that reason alone, she is a good person.

So what if she's a little spoiled?

What's wrong with her hitting Ding Zhao?

Doesn't he deserve it? A servant dares to dream of the bright moon in the sky.

From beginning to end, Meng Yunluo never liked Ding Zhao.

Even after Ding Zhao became the heir apparent, she still looked down on him.

After all, she has a good family background and is beautiful. Why should a prince who has lived in the mud since childhood look up to her?

No matter how you look at it, Meng Yunluo is not wrong, because she is just too beautiful.

If she hadn't been engaged to the Prime Minister's family so early on, she could probably have become a prince's wife.

Right now, Qingmo is nestled in her sister's arms, whimpering softly.

There's no way around it, she loves good looks too.

Meng Yunluo: No, isn't my cousin a bit seriously ill?

Her hands were practically sparking from all the touching.

(′?w??`)