Yi Xin as a concubine

"No wonder!"

"what?"

"Nothing, just go and see if the young lady is awake. If she sleeps for too long, she might not be able to sleep at night."

Mother Lin sent the little girl away and sighed again. No wonder there were rumors outside that her young lady was a fool, stupid and rude, and except for her face which was barely presentable, there was nothing else good about her. She guessed it was all because of that Master Zhang.

Time flies, spring is approaching, the grass in front of the door is turning green, and the willows by the pond are sprouting new buds.

Xin Baoer, wearing a grass green skirt that suits the occasion, sat on the swing in the yard, swaying gently with her eyes closed. Under the warm spring sun, she looked lazy and comfortable.

"Miss, Miss, the master is back." The sound of Lancao's call came from far away and soon came close.

"Lancao, you're so noisy!"

Xin Baoer landed on the ground with her slender feet, stopped the swing from shaking, yawned delicately, and then a crystal teardrop fell from the corner of her eye.

"Miss, I am in a hurry to tell you the news, but you still despise me. I feel so wronged!" Lancao complained in a low voice.

It has been three months since I came here, and I have become more familiar with Lancao, and we have become more casual when we interact in private.

"You are such a brave little girl." She raised her slender jade hand slightly and touched Lancao's forehead. A faint smile flashed across her face.

Her posture is casual, but it carries a natural charm. If she didn't usually keep her eyebrows lowered and her eyes drooped, and act submissive, this look alone would be enough to attract countless suitors. There would be no need to worry about matchmakers coming to her door!

"Miss, you'd better stop laughing. I feel that when you laugh, the flowers and grass lose their color and become dry. They say 'Marry a virtuous wife and a beautiful concubine.' With your color, which mistress would dare to let you in? Otherwise, let's just be the main wife."

The little girl took the opportunity to brainwash her. Xin Baoer didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Not to mention that marrying as a concubine was her aunt's last instruction before her death, she herself didn't have the ability to be the mistress of a mansion.

Because of her experiences in her previous life, she consciously blocked herself from all social activities and became a person with severe social anxiety. At the worst time, she felt that attending classes with her classmates was a torture.

It was also at that time that she read a lot of books, all kinds of things, and she had a very good memory, almost photographically.

She has read no less than a hundred online novels about palace fighting and house fighting. She often fantasizes that if she were to travel back to ancient times, she would be tortured into pieces in minutes. Whenever she puts herself in the shoes of the heroine, she would feel a chill all over her body. She thinks that at that time she would probably be unable to do anything except cry. In her nine years of compulsory education and three years of high school courses, there was not a single course that taught her about palace fighting and house fighting.

In her incomplete understanding, being a mistress is a job with high input and low returns. Not only does she have to take care of the family's food, drink, defecation and urination, and a large number of servants with different thoughts, but she also has to guard against all kinds of demons and monsters who want to steal her husband. She also has to be good at lady diplomacy, manage the land and shops every now and then, take care of her husband and children at home, and work hard outside. It takes a lot of skills to do it! The key is that it is thankless, otherwise how could there be a warning saying that "even dogs will dislike you after you have been in charge for three years"?

In addition, it is a high-risk profession. If you are not careful, you may be poisoned, framed, or tricked, and then die.

The key is that it is not enough for you to die, your girls and boys, mother and father, must all die with you, then the other party can rest assured. It is euphemistically called "eradicating the roots", but if you are not careful, you will become the sinner of the family again.

To sum up, Xin Baoer felt that what her cheap aunt whom she had never met said was quite right. If you don't have the skills, you can't take on a job. Her weak bones are not capable of supporting the banner of the mistress of the house.

In addition, Xin Baoer feels that in this world where men are superior to women, finding a lifelong partner is nothing but a fantasy. No one is stupid enough to regard the plot of a novel as a dream. At best, it is just an occasional dream, and when you wake up, it will be gone. The so-called dream is nothing but a bubble.

Just be a concubine. Pick a kind mistress who won't fight or argue after she comes in. Find a small courtyard in a secluded corner, preferably a remote place where people won't remember you for three to five months. She doesn't plan to give birth to the next generation. She can't bear to let the child come into the world and suffer with her. It's better not to have one from the beginning.

"Master, how are you?"

The sound of people saluting interrupted Xin Baoer's thoughts. She looked up and saw a tall figure walking towards her. She suddenly felt uneasy again. The mood that had just made fun of herself was instantly thrown back to Java.

Seeing the strange yet familiar man approaching, Xin Baoer clenched the handkerchief in her hand tightly. Her limbs became stiff. She wanted to bow but dared not move at all. To the original owner, his father was so close to her, but to her, an outsider, he was a real stranger. Her social phobia broke out again involuntarily.

"Why are you so reserved when you see your father? It's because he's been gone for too long."

Master Xin is tall and mighty. He often travels between the four countries for business and often has to sleep in the open air. As a result, his skin is slightly dark and rough. His facial features are three-dimensional and square, and he has a thick short beard on his chin. He wears a dark black cotton gown with a thin leather jacket with brown fur trim. He has a hand-woven leather belt inlaid with gems around his waist and black soft leather boots on his feet. He looks a bit rough and unruly.

"Daddy."

He recalled in his mind how the original owner had interacted with Mr. Xin, and imitated the original owner, calling out in a low voice, while squatting stiffly and bowing.

"Alas, it's all Daddy's fault. I shouldn't have been away from home for so long, letting you go through such a big shock. Daddy knows that you can't bear to leave that library, so I'll build you a new one later, and this time I'll build it next to your courtyard, okay?"

Bookstore? Frightened? These words made Xin Baoer a little confused. She didn't quite understand what her cheap father was talking about. She was always timid and didn't talk much. While she was recalling the relevant memories in her mind, she lowered her head and listened to her old father's nagging and instructions.

Even after she sent her travel-tired father away, she still couldn't find any relevant memories in her memory, and for a moment she became worried again.

"Miss, the master really loves you. Look at these good things. Even the noble ladies in Shengjing City rarely see so many good things!"

Lancao's tone was as gentle as ever, but there was obvious joy and envy in her voice.

"Miss, would you like to pick out which ones to keep? The rest will be put into the warehouse by the old servants." Seeing that her young lady looked absent-minded and had something on her mind, Mother Lin interrupted Lancao and asked with a smile.

"Oh, leave it alone for now. I want to take a rest."

Seeing the young lady walk into the inner room, Lancao couldn't help but say, "Look, mom, I told you that the young lady has become a little strange since the fire. She used to be so happy to see these things."

"It will probably take some time to recover. After all, you almost died in the fire. Sigh, go and help the young lady change her clothes."

Mother Lin glanced at the inner room with some worry, sighed, and began to quickly pack up the gifts brought by Master Xin.

Fire? Did the original owner die in an accident? But there were no signs of burns on her body?

Xin Baoer was lying on the couch with her eyes closed, thinking about what her father and Lancao had said. The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and she fell asleep in a daze.

Hot! Scorched by the flames, Xin Baoer felt like she was being roasted dry, like a dried fish, mercilessly thrown into the middle of a sea of ​​fire. Pain and suffocation came alternately, and death was so close.

"what!"

Xin Baoer struggled out of the nightmare, already covered in sweat, her face pale and her lips seemed a little chapped.

Looking at the warm sunshine outside the window, Xin Baoer finally escaped from the real burning feeling in her dream. It turned out that this was the truth behind the original owner's death.

As far as I can remember, there seemed to be a library in the Xin Mansion. Although there were many books inside, it looked very dilapidated from the outside. The Xin Mansion was a merchant family, and most of them were not interested in poetry, books, and literature. Therefore, only Xin Baoer, who had learned to read and write from her aunt since childhood, liked to go there. Sometimes, when she saw a good book, she would stay there for a whole day, and she didn't like anyone to serve her close to her.

That afternoon, Xin Baoer was reading in the library as usual. When it was almost dusk, a ray of firelight came in from the door. She didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that it was the maid coming to pick her up, and continued to bury her head in the book she had not finished reading.