Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Su Qing Is Injured

When Mu Yunyao returned to Niyun Workshop, she saw Su Qing sitting restlessly.

“Mother, what’s wrong?”

“Yao’er, you’re finally back. There’s something I want to discuss with you. Come—we’ll talk upstairs.”

Mu Yunyao signaled for Jin Lan and Jin Qiao to remain behind, then followed Su Qing upstairs.

“Mother, what do you think of Siqin and the others?”

Su Qing frowned slightly. “That’s precisely what I wanted to talk about. I’m only one person—why would I need so many attendants? Besides… I feel they’re not like ordinary maids. I don’t know where Liu Liang found them…”

“Mother, the four of them have all signed death contracts. With their indentures in hand, there’s no need to worry about their loyalty. Why concern yourself with where they came from?”

“That’s not what I mean…” Su Qing hesitated. “They carry themselves with such presence—it makes me uneasy.”

Mu Yunyao guided her to sit and gently massaged her shoulders.

“Mother, I can now let you live well. Naturally, I want more people to serve you so you can enjoy peace and comfort. This is your daughter’s filial heart—you mustn’t refuse.”

“Yao’er…”

“And besides, they’re not just maids. I told you before—I’m worried the Xuanfu Commissioner and others may cause trouble in secret. These four know some martial arts. They can protect you.”

Su Qing hesitated, then slowly nodded. “Alright…”

Mu Yunyao fell into thought. She would have to train Su Qing more in the future. Otherwise, when they reached the Su family, even mere verbal barbs would be enough to reduce her to tears day after day.

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Over the next few days, Niyun Workshop remained quiet—but the entire city of Jingling grew strangely lively.

A sudden surge of embroidered goods appeared across the market. Though their quality varied, the stitching techniques and designs were novel and refined, astonishing many merchants who had come to Jingling.

Sensing opportunity, some merchants began openly purchasing embroidery—whether handkerchiefs, garments, or decorative pieces. As long as the quality was decent, they offered fair prices.

In an instant, countless people were overjoyed, and gratitude toward Niyun Workshop spread everywhere.

Meanwhile, Mu Yunyao grew increasingly low-key, rarely leaving the workshop unless absolutely necessary.

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After eight or nine days, Madam Jin sent Yin Hong to invite her to the Cao residence.

“I heard you haven’t stepped outside for quite some time. Are you preparing the Niyun Beauty Register?” Madam Jin asked with a smile.

“You’ve guessed correctly, Madam. This register is difficult to prepare. Many ladies have secretly sent word to me—I’m worried I might offend someone, no matter whom I choose or leave out.”

Mu Yunyao spoke candidly, as she always did before Madam Jin.

“I don’t care about others—but I must have a page in that register,” Madam Jin said, gently stroking her belly.

After years of longing, her wish had finally come true. Even in her dreams, she feared it might vanish like an illusion.

“In that case, I’d better release the register soon,” Mu Yunyao teased with a smile. “Otherwise, in two months, when the clothes are ready, Madam may not be able to wear them.”

Madam Jin laughed happily. These days, her greatest concern was the child in her womb. She had even stepped back from teaching embroidery techniques, which led many to praise her for her modesty and lack of ambition—an unintended but welcome effect.

“Don’t tease me. I invited you today to share some excellent news.”

Mu Yunyao showed just the right hint of curiosity. “What news might that be?”

“You’ve always been clever—guess. If you’re right, I’ll give you two plates of the kitchen’s newest pastries.”

“Madam grows more stingy by the day—only two plates?” Mu Yunyao said with playful reproach, her smile bright and genuine. “Could it be that some reward has fallen from the heavens?”

Madam Jin covered her mouth as she laughed. “Indeed—it has fallen from the heavens.”

She pointed upward, deliberately emphasizing the word heavens.

Mu Yunyao froze, then abruptly stood, nearly knocking over her teacup.

“Madam… could it be a reward from the Emperor?”

“I thought you were steady—but even you get this excited,” Madam Jin teased. “The reward should arrive within the next few days.”

Joy lit up Mu Yunyao’s face, almost childlike in its delight.

“Do I need to prepare anything? Imperial rewards must be enshrined, don’t they?” she asked—and then suddenly looked troubled.

Madam Jin grew curious. “What is it?”

Mu Yunyao lowered her voice slightly.

“There’s something I don’t understand… If the Emperor rewards me with silver, should I spend it—or enshrine it?”

Seeing her reluctance to spend perfectly good silver, Madam Jin laughed even harder.

“You clever girl—yet sometimes so naïve. Silver, of course, can be used. Even for other rewards, you don’t need to enshrine everything. Just display one or two items to show respect—that’s enough.”

Mu Yunyao blushed faintly. She truly wasn’t familiar with such matters—she only knew that whenever the Su family received imperial rewards, they would make a grand display of enshrining them in the ancestral hall.

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Madam Jin was in high spirits and insisted Mu Yunyao stay for a meal. They chatted for nearly another hour before Yin Hong escorted her back to Niyun Workshop.

The moment Mu Yunyao stepped down from the carriage, Siqin hurried over.

“Miss, Madam is unwell. Please come upstairs at once.”

Mu Yunyao’s face turned pale instantly. Without asking further, she lifted her skirt and ran upstairs.

Siqin was startled by her reaction and quickly followed.

Mu Yunyao’s heart pounded like a drum. By the time she reached the third floor, cold sweat had already formed on her back.

She pushed the door open abruptly.

“Mother, what happened—?”

Su Qing was sitting by the bed, frowning slightly. Seeing Mu Yunyao’s expression, she was startled.

“What’s wrong? Why is your face so pale?”

She tried to stand, but Siqi quickly supported her.

“Madam sprained her ankle—please be careful.”

Seeing that Su Qing was only slightly pale, Mu Yunyao let out a long breath of relief. Her racing heart slowly settled.

She stepped forward and helped her sit properly.

“Mother, I heard you were unwell—I was so frightened.”

Su Qing wiped the sweat from her face with a handkerchief, her expression full of concern.

“On the way back, the carriage horse was startled. I was bumped a little—nothing serious. You, on the other hand, rushed up here in such a state.”

Siqin hurried in to apologize.

“It was my fault for not explaining clearly and causing Miss to worry. Please punish me.”

Mu Yunyao shook her head.

“It’s not your fault. I didn’t ask properly. But… how did the horse suddenly get startled for no reason?”

 Edited by Little Kitty on 05/06/20

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