The weather was cold and dry, the limestone paths were slippery with the cold, a sedan carried Wu Niang to the King Rong's Concubine courtyard.

Xi Yue who was left behind by Wu Niang was held back by two servants and taken away. The two maidservants who were dragged away with Xi Yue were the ones who quarreled with her often in the courtyard. Their masters had not come out to stop them even though they didn't know what had happened.

Xi Ping, who was outside the palanquin, saw everything clearly and cried out in surprise. Qiao Bi looked at her and she immediately quietened down.

, who was inside the palanquin, was so scared that his heart was trembling. He immediately lifted the palanquin's curtain and asked her what was going on.

Xi Ping shook her head lightly when she saw Qiao Bi's expression, and said: "It's nothing Miss, it's just that my feet slipped and I almost fell."

Wu Niang who was inside the palanquin didn't suspect him, and quietly cursed and closed the palanquin curtain.

All along, Xi Ping was feeling anxious, afraid that she would become the next Xi Yue.

Wu Niang, who was sitting in her palanquin, was naturally uneasy. She wished that she could immediately stop and escape from the Prince Rong's Mansion several times, but in the end, she did not have the guts to.

In the end, he was still unwilling to lose like this.

In a short moment, the palanquin reached Shunhua Hall, where the King Rong's Consort lived.

The sedan chair landed on the ground. Qiao Bi opened the door and supported Wu Niang, but was startled by the sweat on her hands.

She was astonished, but her rules were extremely good. She didn't ask further, she only told Wu Niang to be careful with her feet and bring her all the way to see an imperial concubine.

This was not the first time Wu Niang came to Shunhua Hall. Long before she came to the Prince Rong's Mansion, the prince and his wife had told her to reply here.

However, she was still not used to it. Towards Shunhua Hall, she felt both envy and fear.

Shunhua Hall was the residence of the Palace Mistress, and she had dreamt more than once that she lived here. She presided over the entire palace and managed Xiao Zongxian's entire backyard, becoming the number one woman in the capital. She entered the BMW and the imperial palace was like her own backyard, she went whenever she wanted to and left whenever she wanted.

The Inner Court of the Duke Palace was in chaos, there were more than a dozen concubines in the Prince Rong that were split up, but all of them could only obediently watch out, not daring to make a move. Xiao Zongxian's courtyard was as chaotic as a market, but this place was completely quiet.

When he thought about the Lady Qingxi that Xi Yue had mentioned before, the bit of jealousy in Wu Niang's heart disappeared, and all that was left was fear.

Qiao Bi stood at the door and reported, "Royal Concubine, Myrtle is here."

Soon, a voice came from inside, "Come in."

Faintly, with a hint of coldness, it made one unconsciously want to flee. It was as though it would require a great amount of courage to face this person.

However, Wu Niang could not really flee. Not only could she not escape, she had to follow the footsteps of the rest in the courtyard and enter.

maid s guarding the door opened the curtain, inviting people in.

Wu Niang took small steps and carefully walked in.

A room full of women and flowers was surrounded by a single person.

When they saw Wu Niang coming in, the graceful woman in the middle waved her hand, and the people around her moved to the sides.

Wu Niang took a peek and she knew that these were not only the maids of Shunhua Hall, but also the concubines of King Rong.

It was probably only the mistress of the palace who could truly enjoy being surrounded by stars.

Wu Niang respectfully bowed: "Mei Wu greets the wangfei." Xi Ping followed behind her like a fool.

When the wangfei saw her squatting down, she raised her hand and said, "Stand up! With this pair of bodies, why are you still bowing? We are family, there is no need to beat around the bush.

Qiao Bi immediately came over to help her up.

"Thank you for your tolerance, wangfei." Wu Niang raised his head, but the princess raised her teacup and covered her face.

Jiang Ting followed Xiao Zongxian out of the study, and Xiao Zongxian went to pay respects to his parents. He then went back to his own courtyard, and unknowingly poured himself a cup of tea. Just as he was about to drink it, he heard the sound of the courtyard door opening, and walked out.

The maid's face had two handprints on it. Before he could open his mouth, she had already revealed everything.

Jiang Ting was not surprised at all. Among all the women in Xiao Zongxian's courtyard, the only one who would be interested in knowing his whereabouts would be her. She was the only one, but she never expected that she would be so stupid as to directly send people over to inquire about his whereabouts.

Jiang Ting did not mind.

For someone who should have died to suddenly appear in front of her, she should indeed have been afraid.

It was just that this woman's heart was truly malicious, sending people to kill him was not enough, she even wanted to kill Mian Niang's family.

However, he did not want to just let it go like this. He had to let that woman know that she had to pay the price for committing evil, but he was not in a hurry. He already had a plan for this matter and planned it slowly.

Returning back to the house, although he was also a hanger-on from Prince Rong's Mansion, he was still used to coming and going, and did not befriend anyone else, so even if he wanted to find out more information, he did not rely on socializing with the other hanger-ons from Prince Rong's Mansion.

As a martial artist, it would only be suspicious if he could get along well with the advisers of the King Rong.

After travelling for a few nights straight, he was finally free. He laid on the bed and planned to take this opportunity to catch up on his sleep, but when he closed his eyes, he could not fall asleep. Instead, he was thinking about Mian Niang.

He did not know what she was doing at the moment, or whether she had reached an agreement with the Peach Blossom House.

If the agreement was reached, and there was an extra item in their family, Mian Niang's life would probably be a bit more comfortable.

However, it was not necessarily a good thing if it was settled. If this business was really done, Mian Niang would have to suffer more every day, and even though he did not want to dispel all worldly wisdom, but she understood that the more people she got into contact with, the more small things she could care about.

In Tongzhou's county, Mian Niang looked at the empty tofu plate, and ruthlessly rubbed her face, revealing a foolish smile. Even the green and black color in her eyes curved in an arc, in front of the donkey cart, Little Song's tofu banner was stuck in the shaft of the carriage.

Originally, she only wanted to answer to the Peach Blossom House right, but in just a few days, she had really become her own signboard. The villagers of Ten Li Eight Mile Village were surprised to see her suddenly add a banner, but they were more curious about who was the one who did it, and quickly got used to following the banner, calling her Little Song.

It was no longer the same nameless "tofu seller" from before.

Compared to those who sold tofu, Mian Niang still liked the term "Little Song" more.

Knowing that the Peach Blossom House was also ordering her tofu, they acted as if they were honored, as if the Peach Blossom House had affirmed their taste and judgement, proving that the tofu Mian Niang made was indeed good.

To these people, tofu that was the same as the wealthy guests in and out of Peach Blossom House was also something worth showing off.

When Mian Niang heard her neighbors saying this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. However, the business was much better now.

Peach Blossom House had also increased the amount she needed, increasing it from the third board to the fourth board. Mian Niang woke up even earlier, but she was still willing to do it.

It was her greatest pleasure to go home and sell the coins twice a day.

She wore a new pair of cotton shoes and a new set of clothes that Mrs. Song and Li had made for her.

Madame Song Li's needlework was really good. Her needlework was fine and even, and she was not any worse than the master of embroidery in the city.

Song Li's brick bed still had an unfinished novice stew on it, which was also for her.

Mian Niang didn't know how Mother thought things through, to think that she would make these things for her. But she was satisfied with the new clothes and shoes she had on.

She treasured this new set of clothes and shoes very much. Every day, she would put them on before going out, take them off and put them in the box when she returned home. She had to be careful and wipe off even the slightest bit of dust.

It was just that Madame Song Li was still unwilling to talk to her, but Mian Niang was not in a rush. She was certain that this would happen sooner or later, and her mother seemed to be changing little by little.

Mistress Cloud had seen the dagger and said that this thing was worth a lot. When it came to the Mr. Jiang, she had a complicated expression on her face. He had saved them before, but he was also connected to that Prince Rong's Mansion.

Mistress Cloud told her to be on guard and not to be fooled by others. She could not let them leave unguarded just because they were kind to her.

"These people, if they want to scheme against someone, they should first give it a try. This is a method that they are used to. Pfft, they don't care about face." Just like Gu Xin. In the end, if it wasn't because of that bastard Gu Xin, that whatever Prince Rong would have hooked up with that bitch Mei Wu, and your big brother wouldn't have been casted into the army. Everything was Gu Xin's fault, so none of these so-called big shots were good stuff. "

Mr. Jiang and Gu Xin were different.

In front of the usually sharp tongued Mistress Yun, Mian Niang's explanation wasn't convincing at all, but he still tried his best to convince her that Mr. Jiang and Gu Xin were different, different from Prince Rong.

"You." Mistress Cloud tapped her forehead in anger, "You've lost your entire life out of kindness. Your entire life will be spent being bullied."

She seemed to have forgotten who had cut off the shaft of the carriage, forcing the mother and son not to set up the stall.

"But tell me, just because you were bullied, that's not all. When Mei Tiangui stopped us, where did you get the courage to make me run first? Also, when that Jiang guy wanted to kill me, how could you be so stupid as to use your hand to stop him? Say, if your hand is useless, can you still make tofu out of it? If you can't make tofu, how can you support your family? "