Chapter 6 Stepsister
Half a month later, Xia Zihan's thin body stood outside the corner gate of Anyang Houfu, soaked by the heavy rain.
The early autumn wind was cool, and she, dressed in thin clothes, couldn't help shivering several times in a row, her face turned pale, and her lips were black and purple.
She moved slightly closer to the eaves of the door, but the heavy rain still poured into her collar as if it was free, chilling her to the core.
The frozen purple lips moved, and the determination on her face loosened a little.
Rushing over early in the morning, she had been waiting here for almost two hours. Even if she was an ant, she would have crawled to the door. But after all this time, no one came out to reply to her.
Xia Ziying always has something to say whether he sees her or not, right?
Xia Zihan coldly stamped his feet on the spot and rubbed his two stiff arms.
Just when she was almost unable to hold on anymore and was hesitating whether to come back tomorrow, suddenly, the corner door was opened.
In the morning, I picked her up at the red door with ten cents and walked out holding an umbrella. With a look of disdain on my face, I said, "Go in."
He said very rudely, "If you have something to say, please do it quickly. Don't delay my wife from taking care of the housework. There are many things in the Anyang Marquis Mansion, and it all depends on my wife's decision."
After waiting for almost three hours, she was finally let in.
As for the disciple's rudeness, Xia Zihan didn't care about it.
People are like this. They like to be like dogs and look down on others. They like to praise others and put them down, so that they feel that they can show their extraordinary status.
A watchdog in Anyanghou Mansion is nobler than ordinary people.
As for the ten minutes, Xia Zihan didn't take it seriously.
She came to borrow money, and she asked. Whether or not to borrow money depends entirely on Xia Ziying's word, not even a minute.
After passing through the front yard, screen wall, verandah, and entering the hanging flower door, a woman led her into the inner courtyard.
After walking through a huge garden, verandah, and grape arbor, Xia Zihan finally met her long-lost stepsister after more than ten minutes. Xia Ziying was reading a book while leaning on the imperial concubine's couch. She was reading seriously, her eyes never leaving the book.
Even though she is more than 20 years old, Xia Ziying's appearance is like that of a twenty-eight peony, charming, enchanting, and graceful.
Her eyebrows are like a distant mountain, and her skin is like a peach blossom with a smile. On her peony bun, eight big red southern pearls as big as pigeon eggs are embedded in the bun, shining brightly and shining brightly.
Wearing a bright red Sichuan brocade dress with peony patterns, it is dazzling and elegant. There is a jade belt around the waist, and a piece of fine glazed jade is inlaid on it, which is full of nobility.
Standing next to her, Xia Zihan looked like a middle-aged peasant woman compared to a young lady.
She is only three years older than Xia Ziying, but looking at her, she is twenty years older than Xia Ziying.
She is obviously only twenty-four years old, but her appearance has been refined by the Cao family and her son over the past few years to look like a forty-two-year-old woman.
As for Xia Ziying, she looked more than twenty-four years younger than her.
Looking at the noble and elegant Xia Ziying, Xia Zihan's eyes were obscure.
Back then, she and Xia Ziying were known as the sisters in Jiangning City.
She is as elegant as a magnolia flower, spotless, elegant, gentle, quiet and generous.
And Xia Ziying has a different temperament from her.
If she is like a glass of water, white and pure, emerging from the silt but not stained, then Xia Ziying is like a ball of fire, as passionate, charming, and enchanting as fire, and her temper is indulgent and hot, and she can be aroused at the drop of a hat.
But it was exactly the kind that Song Huai liked.
(End of chapter)