Lantian arrived home, and she didn't forget to tell her brother about the millionaire Yang's daughter's invitation.
As we already know that Longwei was a gentleman, now that the woman invited him, he could not refuse because he did not want her to be upset or lose face. So rapidly did he send his maid to inform Ehuang that he would be available to go, but he was able to attend the lunch due to having a task in the evening. Just this was enough to make the first daughter of Yang grin from ear to ear. The lady worked hard to think about the menu and check the ingredients inside the house. On that day she wished to show her cooking skills that she has learned for many years to the heir of Wu.
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The happy day arrived.
In the early morning, Ehaung went to check the kitchen again because she did not want anything to go wrong.
Talking about Xiaojie, she went to check whether any of her mistress's half sisters were playing a trick or not. Then she came back to report, "Miss, all of them have gone."
"No one isn't in the house, is it?" Ehaung stated.
"No one."
The eldest young lady smiled big. After that, she got out of the cooking room. Suddenly, she saw Caihong was walking past.
"Oh," Xiaojie made her head low, "I forgot about her."
This was not good new. Ehaung bit her teeth and hurriedly claimed, "Find a way. I don't want her to stay here until Young Master Wu leaves."
"Yes, Miss."
Without waiting, Xiaojie hurriedly went to Caihong, "Second Miss."
"What's the matter?" Caihong said.
"Master wants to eat persimmon, but no one is at home, and First Miss is busy. In this house, there is only you who has no work. You should spend your effort a little bit as a payment to the owner of the house."
These sentences were clearly showing that this servant looked down on her, but Caihong did not have any feelings—because since she was born she has received such an attitude from the maids, especially the private maid of her eldest sister. The younger girl turned to look at her big sis, who was standing and looking from afar with a glance of hate. Then she wagged her head and said, "Fine, I go. Tell me where to get it."
Xiaojie took the steps, "Come with me," and Caihong walked after.
When they arrived at the front gate, Xiaojie told Caihong to get on the horse carriage by telling her that she would be brought to that place. Then Xiaojie whispered to the driver in secret before he climbed the cart and drove it off.
Knowing that Caihong was sent away, Ehaung felt released like she pulled the thorn from the chest. She hurriedly made her way to the room and began to select the finest clothes in her wardrobe in order to charm the special male guest.
Talking about Caihong, she did not sense anything. In the cart, she sat quietly, and once in a while, she opened the curtain and noticed the carriage was going out of the city. Actually she had a wonder, but she remembered that she had ever heard her father loved to eat persimmon that grew on the mountain; hence, she assumed that the driver was bringing her towards there. It was correct; the wooden carrier drove towards the big hill. It climbed it, and as it stopped, Caihong stepped down from the cart and looked around. "Where should I go to take the fruit?" She asked.
"Eldest Miss told that the farm is on the top of the hill," the driver said.
Caihong opened her eyes. "Top of the hill!"
"Yes."
The girl watched the peak of the high ground. It was not easy, and it should take at least fifteen minutes to reach there. Nonetheless, she was unable to do anything besides agree to go.
"Let's go then," she said.
"I don't go. You go alone."
It was a surprise to hear that. If she didn't ride on the carriage, what time would she arrive at the top?
"It's Eldest Miss's command,"
Could she argue? No.
"Then wait for me here," she told the driver; afterwards, she moved her legs towards the highest part. But she didn't know that the play was not enough; there was a bigger surprise that Ehaung organized for her: when she walked about ten steps, the driver rotated the horse and quickly drove the cart away.
"Hey, where are you going?" Caihong shouted and returned, but the cart already shoved off.