Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

There were still wars in the north, with frequent reports of victory and defeat.

After hearing the news, Luo Qin began to sigh, not knowing when it would end.

At that time, the Five Barbarians were rampant, the Han people were weak, wars were frequent, and the common people suffered.

After she finished her confinement, Luo Qin started to inspect her own property. She carried Changsheng Nu to the embroidery workshop to check it out.

In the embroidery workshop, sunlight shines through the carved window lattices onto the ground, illuminating the busy figures of countless embroiderers.

They were wearing the same gamboge tops and tattered skirts made of orange and turmeric. They sat in rows in an orderly manner, with needles and threads in their hands flying on the silk, like a group of lively fairies.

Some of the embroiderers are only in their teens, while others are in their fifties or sixties. All of them have happy smiles on their faces. While embroidering, they chat softly and share their experiences and interesting stories with each other.

The embroidery needles shuttled back and forth in their hands, and the silk threads intertwined on the cloth to create beautiful patterns, including delicate flowers, lively birds, exquisite landscapes... Each work showcases the exquisite skills of the embroiderers.

Among the many embroiderers, one was particularly eye-catching. She had long and narrow scars on her cheeks, her face was dry and yellow, her hair was gray, and her hands were dry and thin. At this moment, listening to the other women talking next to her, a little smile appeared on her face.

"The lady is here!"

Suddenly, a servant in the embroidery workshop shouted loudly, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up.

At the door, a beautiful woman walked slowly towards him, surrounded by servants.

The woman has fair skin, beautiful face, clear eyes, cherry lips and rosy cheeks. She has a fairy-like bun with many rings and a golden hairpin with flowers in her hair. She has a graceful figure and light steps, as if she is walking in the clouds. Every step she takes reveals elegance and confidence, like a flower swaying in the wind.

Behind him is a wet nurse holding a baby.

When the old woman with a scar on her face saw Luo Qin coming, she was stunned at first, then happy, then her eyes dodged and she lowered her head quietly, but her eyes could not help but linger on the gorgeous woman.

Seeing the embroiderers in front of her were all stunned, Rufang said loudly: "You are meeting the lady, why don't you quickly pay your respects!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone came back to their senses and hurriedly stood up and knelt down: "Greetings, Madam! Madam, I wish you all the best!"

Luo Qin nodded, a smile on his face, "Get up."

"Thank you, ma'am!"

The girls looked at Luo Qin with smiles, full of gratitude and awe. They were grateful that the embroidery workshop opened by Luo Qin provided them with jobs and income to support their families. At the same time, they were in awe of Luo Qin's status as a noble lady from an aristocratic family and did not dare to neglect her in the slightest.

Wu Niang bowed with everyone else, stood up together, and then quietly shrank into oblivion.

Luo Qin walked into the room and said as he looked around: "I'm just here to take a look. You guys can do whatever you want. Don't worry about me."

"Here."

The embroiderers sat down and continued their work with their heads down. Luo Qin walked over to them one by one, stopping to watch from time to time.

Walking slowly, she came to an old woman. The old woman seemed to be afraid of her identity. When she saw Luo Qin, she never dared to look up. Her hand holding the needle was shaking, and she said tremblingly: "Hello, noble man."

Seeing this, Luo Qin smiled gently, "Don't be nervous, just pretend I don't exist."

The old woman shrank her neck and said, "I dare not."

Seeing that she was so afraid of her, Luo Qin didn't want to stay any longer. She took a look at the embroidery in the old woman's hand, which was a picture of peaches, embroidered very delicately. She nodded secretly.

Forget it, since she was afraid of him, Luo Qin didn't stay any longer and just walked away.

When Wu Niang saw Luo Qin leaving, she felt sad and relieved.

She knew that Ruo'er was gone. Madam Xie felt guilty after finding out, so she brought them mother and son here. Nianlang was given an easy job with good pay, so the mother and son had a place to live. Madam Xie also gave her money for medical treatment and health care.

But Ruo'er's death had nothing to do with Madam Xie. It was because of the evil heart of the Yang family's daughter and Li'er's snobbery.

Now that Ruo'er is gone, she only hopes that her other two children can live well, and she must not recognize Madam Xie again.

Luo Qin walked around the embroidery workshop, looked at the facilities inside, and watched the embroidery work of the ladies. She was very satisfied with everyone's needlework.

Only good quality can guarantee the sales of clothes.

After a short stay, Luo Qin left. As soon as she left, the embroiderers behind her started discussing.

"Hey, hey, hey, did you see that? The little boy the nanny was holding just now was so well-behaved."

"I saw her. She is so pretty and lovely. She is really pleasing to the eye."

"It is said that this Madam Xie is so lucky. She is good-looking, has a good family background, married even better, and gave birth to a son. Wow, this is the blessing that many women dream of."

"Hey, Madam Xie is not only good-looking, but also kind-hearted. During the war, she also helped the people. She deserves her good fortune."

Wu Niang listened silently to the discussions around her, smiled silently, and her eyes were lit up by the starlight.

Luo Qin left the embroidery workshop and went to check around the shops before returning home.

Not long after returning to the mansion, Xie Yun came back from his duty. As soon as he entered the Lily Garden, he went over and picked up his son to play with him. The father and son played with each other babblingly.