Yi Xin as a concubine

"What about your mother?" Xin Baoer couldn't help but ask when she thought of the threatened mother.

"My mother has some martial arts skills. She taught me how to do this. As long as I am not threatened, she can protect herself. My father can't do anything to her."

Seeing that Xin Baoer and Zhao Xian both nodded in satisfaction, the annoyance in my heart subsided a little.

"What I want to tell you is not about my family, but I found that Huang Ying and Huang Que are very similar to the people trained by that sect. They have been following us every day these days, and I always felt that they were strange. It was not until last night that I saw a very small albizzia flower mark behind Huang Que's ear that I thought of it. Later, I took another look when Huang Ying wasn't paying attention, and there was the same mark, in the same position."

"Albizia julibrissin?" Zhao Xian asked stupidly, still looking totally confused about the situation.

"My mother's sect is called the Hehuan Sect. All women who join the sect will have a mark like this carved behind their ears. The higher the position in the sect, the more colorful the flower will be," Wei Yu explained.

"I said there was something wrong with those two girls. They kept pestering our Bao'er all day long. Could it be that they wanted to capture Bao'er and take him to their Hehuan Sect to work for them?"

As Zhao Xian was talking, he suddenly felt like he was possessed and looked at Xin Baoer with horror.

"No, no, how about you live with me from now on? My room may not be as big as yours, and it doesn't face the sun as much, but it can keep us away from those two people."

"Hehe..." Xin Baoer was amused by the way Zhao Xian defended her, and at the same time, she felt warm in her heart.

"Those who are determined cannot escape." Xin Bao said meaningfully.

"What should we do then?" Zhao Xian was still very worried.

"Cold salad!"

"Ayu, tell us what kind of organization the Hehuan Sect is." Xin Baoer stopped teasing Zhao Xian, suppressed her smile and asked in a low voice.

"My mother's position in the sect is not high, so she has access to a lot of things. According to her, the Hehuan Sect is divided into the Charm Sect and the Shadow Sect. The Charm Sect practices the art of charm, and will be assigned a mission target on the day they complete their studies. The sect will not provide them with any help. Once they get close to the target, how far they can go is entirely up to themselves. The higher they climb, the more rewards they will get when they are activated."

Seeing that Wei Yu sounded a little thirsty, Xin Baoer silently pushed a cup of tea to her.

Wei Yu nodded, drank it all in one gulp, and continued.

"Those like my mother who were given away halfway or met with an accident were basically abandoned by the sect, but no one would kill them. They were just asked not to use the things taught by the sect, otherwise they would die."

"If you put it that way, the Hehuan Sect is not that evil. It can just be considered as taking a crooked path." Xin Baoer filled Wei Yu's cup and commented along with her words.

"From my mother's tone, she seems to be somewhat grateful to the Hehuan Sect. She said that when they entered the Hehuan Sect, they were all starving to death. As long as they were given food, they would do anything. That's why my mother abides by the sect's rules and is unwilling to help my father."

Xin Baoer and Zhao Xian nodded at the same time, and Wei Yu continued.

"As for the Shadow Sect, my mother doesn't know much. She only knows that they will practice the art of charm with the Charm Sect at the beginning. However, once they are found not suitable for practicing the art of charm, they will be sent to other places to practice martial arts and various skills. After they have learned, some of them will be used to contact the Charm Sect members who are on missions, and some will be transformed into maids or female guards to protect the Charm Sect members who have climbed to high positions."

After saying that, she drank another glass of water. When she looked up, she saw the two little ones still staring at her, as if waiting for her to continue telling some exciting story. She pushed their heads with amusement.

"Now that I've returned to my soul, that's all I know."

"Is this how the martial arts world works? But it doesn't seem to be very effective in identifying those two followers. Ayu, how did you notice that they were acting strange?"

Zhao Xian tilted her head cutely, reached out and hugged Xin Baoer's arm, and asked curiously.

"I just feel that some of their behaviors are very similar to my mother's. My mother said that these are habits formed through long-term training and cannot be changed. I can't tell you what the specific behaviors are, but it's just a very familiar feeling."

After hearing what Wei Yu said, Xin Baoer probably understood that they were the best examples. She knew the etiquette and rules she learned in the Palace of Etiquette and Law, and now she could do them in the same posture as long as she did so, as if it had formed muscle memory.

Seeing that there was nothing more to say on this topic, he stood up, patted Zhao Xian's hand, motioning her to let go, and walked a few steps to sit at the desk.

"Let me draw your portrait. My drawing skills are pretty good!" Xin Baoer said playfully.

In fact, she was feeling upset and didn't know how to express it. In her previous life, when she was bullied or scolded by her mother, and felt wronged and helpless with nowhere to vent, she would pick up a pen to write and draw. She could write cursive calligraphy that no one else could recognize. Although it was not very good, it also carried a kind of hidden edge.

The second is painting. She doesn’t have money to buy too much paint and drawing paper, but she has a lot of sketchbooks. Most of her paintings are in black and white, and the colors and composition make people feel very depressing.

But she didn't plan to draw those today, and there were no pencils here, so she planned to use the original owner's skills and add some sketching skills.

Zhao Xian and Wei Yu looked at Xin Baoer for a while as if she were a fool, and then seeing her seriously spreading out paper and grinding ink and getting ready, they could only helplessly walk over and sit down, quietly serving as a model for her whim.

This painting lasted until the afternoon. Even though the little palace maid had rushed to get the meal at the latest time, Xin Baoer still waited until the food was cold before stopping painting.

Zhao Xian sat for the whole morning and felt his whole body was stiff and his stomach was growling.

"Haha, Baoer, if you keep drawing, Xianer will turn into a hungry wolf."

It's rare for Wei Yu to make a joke.

"She has become incarnate,"

"Eat slowly, it's getting cold." Xin Baoer washed her hands, walked to Zhao Xian, and used a serving chopstick to pick up a few pieces of food for her that wouldn't get cold. Then she greeted Wei Yu and asked her to sit down and eat with her.

"Has anyone been here?" Xin Baoer swallowed the cold vegetables in her mouth and asked a few young palace maids.

"The two Miss Huangs came three times, but we always found excuses to get away with them." Xiangcao stepped forward and answered in a proper manner.

Xin Baoer looked at Xiangcao, who was standing in front of her, well-behaved and steady. Several ways to make her reveal her true nature flashed through her mind, but unfortunately she couldn't implement any of them.

After painting for a whole morning, the annoyance that Zhanzhan had just suppressed surged up again.

No one knew which deity she had offended. She even suspected that she had some hidden and extraordinary identity. Otherwise, how could a mere merchant girl like her have to deal with internal and external troubles?

She gritted her teeth and picked up a piece of greasy meat with chopsticks, closed her eyes, and put it into her mouth. The greasiness and the fishy smell of the cold oil made her want to vomit. The emotions that were about to be revealed were quickly disrupted and all extinguished in her stomach by a large cup of cold tea.

Two days passed peacefully like this. Xin Baoer still couldn't figure out the meaning of the note and often stared at the mirror in a daze.

"Sister Baoer is admiring herself in the mirror."

"Sister Baoer is so beautiful, what's there to admire? Why don't you go out for a walk with us two sisters and outshine all those flowers and grasses."

"My two sisters are so elegant that they came out to enjoy the flowers so early in the morning?"

Xin Baoer was a little annoyed. She liked quietness and seldom went out unless necessary. In order to get familiar with Chuxiu Palace, three consecutive days of wandering around was already her limit.

It had just been quiet for two days when the two sisters from the Huang family came sticking to her again like a dog-skin plaster. What disgusted Xin Baoer the most was that the two of them had no sense of distance and lay on her window so silently, which always made her feel like she was being spied on anytime and anywhere.

This kind of peeping made her feel uneasy and frightened, and her tone of voice unconsciously became a little sarcastic.

But the two sisters seemed unaware of her unhappiness and continued talking to themselves.

"Yes, the flowers in the morning are the most beautiful, but they are still inferior to my sister. I think my sister Baoer's mother must be a great beauty, otherwise how could she give birth to such a beautiful sister."

"It doesn't have to be Xiao's mother, it could also be Xiao's father! My mother said that I look more like my father."

Listening to the two people falling into their own discussion, Xin Baoer fell into deep thought again. Their words seemed to make her grasp something, but it was a little vague and she was confused for a moment.