Nanny Su and others had to pinch and pat Madam Xie before she recovered.
“You wretched girl are really tired of living,” Nanny Su said with an iron-blue face, furious.
The little maid had already been frightened into kneeling on the ground, trembling, kowtowing to beg forgiveness.
“Enough, what does it have to do with her,” Madam Xie said slowly, waving her hand, “It’s me… who’s useless…”
A’Luan quickly led the maids out.
“Madam, this can’t continue like this,” Nanny Su said urgently.
Madam Xie’s face was somber, seeming to be in a daze.
“Second Madam was right. A man and woman alone together, and the Lord has such a straightforward nature, while that woman is cunning. Now they’re living in the same room. Although they haven’t… but they are husband and wife after all. If somehow they… it would be normal… If a man tastes that woman’s body, then…” Nanny Su said in a low voice.
“Stop talking,” Madam Xie cut her off sharply. She couldn’t even imagine such things…
Nanny Su lowered her head and stopped speaking.
“I will never… let this woman… serve incense offerings to my sister and me as a daughter-in-law…” Madam Xie said viciously, her hands on her knees gripping her horse-face skirt tightly, crumpling it into a ball, “That old witch killed my sister. I absolutely cannot let my sister suffer such humiliation even after death!”
Nanny Su nodded, her expression also sorrowful and angry.
“Go call him here for me,” Madam Xie said coldly.
Nanny Su hesitated.
“When the Lord comes, Madam, you must speak to him properly…” knowing her mistress’s temper, she quickly said in a low voice.
Madam Xie laughed coldly.
“He calls me mother, what can’t I say directly? Am I supposed to coax him? Then what would I become?” She slapped the table, “Call him here. Don’t let him come in to see me – make him kneel outside.”
Nanny Su was startled, not daring to persuade further, and hurried out.
Chang Yuncheng flicked the quill pen in his hand.
“Hey, hey, don’t shake it around,” Qi Yue on the other side quickly raised her hand to block, but still got splattered with a few drops of ink.
Chang Yuncheng looked at the dots on her face and smiled.
“Go play somewhere else, will you? I’m busy,” Qi Yue glared at him.
Chang Yuncheng threw down the quill pen, looking over with disdain.
“Busy?” he said, “What could you possibly be busy with?”
Qi Yue felt somewhat frustrated and crumpled the paper into a ball, throwing it out with a basketball shooting motion.
“How can I make gloves?” she rubbed her face in distress.
Chang Yuncheng glanced at the scattered papers on the table, which had drawings of palms, arms, and similar shapes.
“Gloves? Make them with leather,” he said.
“What leather – it’s rubber,” Qi Yue sighed. She had been thinking all night about how rubber was made, but apart from remembering that sap flowed out when you cut a tree, she knew nothing else.
Would the sap become usable just by drying after flowing out?
“Aren’t they just protective gloves? Sheepskin is best, deerskin is also good,” Chang Yuncheng said.
Qi Yue suddenly lifted her head to look at him.
“What did you say?” she asked.
“Sheepskin, deerskin…” Chang Yuncheng said.
“Not that. The sentence before,” Qi Yue stared at him intently.
“Protective…” Chang Yuncheng was somewhat puzzled by her stare.
Qi Yue slapped the table.
With a bang, A’Ru and Qiu Xiang standing outside were startled and exchanged glances.
Were they about to fight again…
They couldn’t help but move closer, but didn’t hear any other sounds of things breaking, nor Chang Yuncheng’s angry shouts. Instead, Qi Yue’s joyful voice rang out.
“I’m so stupid, I was thinking about it wrong,” Qi Yue smiled, beaming, “I was always thinking about surgical gloves, but forgot the original purpose of gloves. They can’t perform surgery right away anyway. The key is protection! As long as they can provide isolation and prevent infection, any gloves will do. Why was I obsessing over rubber!”
Chang Yuncheng couldn’t understand a word, but this woman often said incomprehensible things anyway.
Qi Yue smiled and stood up, patting his arm.
“Thanks. That’s why I say the Lord is a smart person,” she smiled.
Chang Yuncheng coughed from her pat.
Where did this annoying woman learn such behavior… what kind of manners…
“Do we have the sheepskin and deerskin you mentioned at home?” Qi Yue asked again.
The words “our home” slipped past his ears. Chang Yuncheng felt a tingling sensation.
“If we don’t have them, we can buy them,” he said.
“Right, let’s first go see how the things Hu San had that leather craftsman make turned out, then have him make gloves too…” Qi Yue muttered to herself, while calling for A’Ru.