Seeing that Mo Yi was still puzzled, Gu Mingxuan raised his teacup, took a sip, and said, "You've followed me for a long time, for real. Let me ask you, what's engraved on that jade?"

He naturally saw the jade ornament at first glance. However, he did not understand the relationship between the jade ornament and Mu Zhihuan's identity.

"It's a dragon, and it's hollow."

Gu Mingxuan put down the cup. Although his tone was cold, he wasn't angry.

"That's a four horned python. The fact that Wei dared to use this item as a decoration is sufficient proof that she belongs to the royal family."

"More importantly, have you seen the picture of the brocade on her body? It is clearly a picture that belongs to our Great Oblivion Imperial Family.

In the entire Wei, who else could possess both these things other than her? "

Listening to his master's gentle explanation, Mo Yi was enlightened. "That drawing looks familiar, but I thought it was similar .."

After all, they were so far away, so he didn't think too much about it.

As he spoke, Mo Yi kneeled down on the ground, blaming himself, "It was because of Muk Yi's recklessness. He almost ruined everything. Please punish him, Master."

"Forget it."

Gu Mingxuan also knew that Mo Yi was a straightforward person, so he didn't blame him.

Just as he opened his mouth, his throat suddenly moved. He couldn't help but cough.

This cough was irreparable. When he finally recovered with great difficulty, he saw a pool of dark red on his palm.

Mo Yi's heart tightened as he hurried forward to pay his respects. "Mistress?"

Gu Mingxuan only calmly took out a handkerchief and indifferently wiped away the blood on his palm. "I'm fine. Go and check. I want to know why she changed so much."

"Yes sir!" As he jumped out of the window, his figure disappeared into the dusk.

Gu Mingxuan's index finger caressed the cup of tea. He saw that it wasn't some tea but rather some brownish-red medicine. The remnants of the medicine were emitting a faint fragrance, indicating its toxicity.

After dinner, Mu Zhihuan accompanied Jiang Qing Ran to play in the yard.

It was at this moment that Mu Zhihuan finally realized that Jiang Qing Ran was unworthy of wearing such beautiful clothes.

He was really using all sorts of dirty things to wipe his own body. Just now, he had already changed into a new set of clothes, but the clothes he had wiped were already dirty beyond recognition.

"How many times have mother told you not to wipe your hands on your clothes if they're dirty?"

Upon being yelled at like this, the little ball recalled Mu Zhihuan's previous teachings.

Her bright eyes were full of guilt. She lowered her head and said, "Mother, your son understands his wrongs .."

It was unknown if it was because she had eaten Sugar Man, but Mu Zhihuan felt that Jiang Qing's voice was very sweet and very cute.

He couldn't say it out loud, so he just said what he wanted to say.

"In the future when you use this, I'll ask Seventh Madame to make a few more for you. Bringing a handkerchief with you is the first step to grow up."

Sensing that Mu Zhihuan did not seem to be angry with him, the moment she heard "grown up", Jiang Qinggran happily put away the handkerchief like it was a treasure.

Seeing him in such a state, Mu Zhihuan found it funny. In the end, she was still a child and could not resist the temptation of growing up.

But how could he know that growing up was the beginning of true suffering?

It just so happens that Qing He has brought a cart with her to collect all the dirty clothes. Originally, this wasn't the kind of treatment that would be offered to someone from the Orchid Pavilion Pavilion Pavilion.

It was unknown whether she had caused too much trouble last time, but ever since that day, Qing He had come here punctually every day to collect clothes that needed to be washed.

Speaking of Qing He, she was quite knowledgeable. How could such a talented person be dragged away to wash clothes?

"Qing He." Mu Zhihuan suddenly called out to Qing He, "You."

Qing He, who had suddenly been called, was stunned. He did not expect Mu Zhihuan to know her name, and carefully approached her in fear and trepidation.

"What orders does the wangfei have?"

Seeing Qing He's slightly frightened expression, Mu Zhihuan put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her to a slightly more remote place. "Qing He, let me ask you, how much longer do you have left before you sign the indenture contract with the Wang Mansion?"

"This .." Qing He frowned as he thought about it. "It seems we still have thirty years."

Thirty years?

Mu Zhihuan was stunned for a moment. Hadn't he already fallen for most of his life?

No wonder there was a saying in ancient times that a slave would always be a slave. This indenture contract must have been signed too long ago.

"Then do you want to .." A ransom? "

When the word 'redemption' came out, Mu Zhihuan could clearly feel Qing He's body trembling. She looked around and realized that no one was looking at her. Qing He then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Royal Consort .. This kind of thing... "I can't say."

"If Mistress Yang knew that we dared to discuss the matter of redemption, she would have locked us up in the woodshed."

Looking at the seriousness in Qing He's eyes, Mu Zhihuan was puzzled. He can't even talk like that?

Seeing Mu Zhihuan's doubt, Qing He sighed slightly and explained in a low voice, "Lady Yang said that even if there are still two hours left, this servant will have to do what a servant should."

This was the meaning of squeezing the last drop of their blood dry.

"Then if I give you a chance to redeem yourself, but with some conditions, would you be willing?"

"Royal Consort .. Are you trying to redeem me? "

After staring at Mu Zhihuan for quite a while, Qing He carefully asked Mu Zhihuan.

It had to be known that the idea of redemption was something that a lowly worker like her would not even dare to think about.

First of all, his status as a lowly slave was not allowed to redeem himself, because he was too lowly and did not have the right to be free.

For instance, the silver she gave to the prince's mansion, after so many years of interest, had long since turned into a snowball from a raindrop.

How could she, a maid, afford to pay such a high price? She had already long planned to stay in the Prince's Mansion as a slave for the rest of her life.

If there really was someone who wanted to redeem her, she would be willing to do anything even if she had to, let alone any conditions. All she wanted was a little bit of freedom and she would be satisfied.

"I think you're a useful person. I want you to do something for me." Seeing that Qing He had started to change her expression, Mu Zhihuan began to lure her over in an orderly fashion.

"Then... What does the wangfei want me to do? "

Qing He was so excited that her hands and feet were trembling, but soon after, she calmed down a little.

This Mu Zhihuan was no longer the Mu Zhihuan from before. Her scheming was no less than Mistress Yang's.

If she allowed him to do as he pleased with Mistress Yang, then she would be killed before she could leave the manor, much less be free.

Seeing the successive changes in Qing He's expression, Mu Zhihuan narrowed her eyes. She could roughly guess what she was thinking about.

He patted her shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't let you go against Yang Qiuyu. What I asked you to do, it definitely won't threaten your life."

Upon hearing that he wasn't going against Mistress Yang, Qinghe's eyes lit up again.

Seeing this, Mu Zhihuan smiled mysteriously.

"I can't tell you yet, but it's definitely better than living here."

Qing He believed this because everyone in the mansion envied Seventh Madame for being able to follow a master like Mu Zhihuan.

Mu Zhihuan was like a different person. Not only had she come to scold and scold the servants who came to her courtyard, she had also never deducted Seventh Madame's wages.

Now that Mu Zhihuan had taken the initiative to make peace and there was even a chance to redeem herself, there was no reason for Qing He to not be moved. "I'm willing to follow an imperial concubine."

Mu Zhihuan chuckled, "However, this matter can't be resolved that quickly. It's fine if you know about it in your heart, but remember to keep it a secret."

Seeing how rarely serious Mu Zhihuan was, Qing He understood the importance of this matter. She nodded her head to show her loyalty.