After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

Qing'er quickly explained: "Miss, you have only been in the palace for three months, ten taels per month, that's all you will get in total."

Shen Bingning thought about it and realized that indeed, she had just entered the palace and could not save much money.

She turned her eyes to the exquisite jewelry on the dressing table, "Then...are the jewelry that His Majesty gave me placed here as well?"

When Qing'er heard this, she immediately understood what the young lady was thinking and quickly dissuaded her: "Young lady, these are gifts from His Majesty. According to the rules, you cannot take them out of the palace and sell them."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Shen Bingning's face: "What's the point of getting these rewards?"

The rewards cannot be disposed of freely. If you are rewarded with a piece of porcelain, can you only put it at home for viewing?

Time was running out, Shen Bingning waved her hand and decided not to dwell on it: "Forget it, just take these three pieces of silver."

Carrying the silver, they came to Hecui Palace. Yu Meiren was about to send someone to invite Shen Bingning.

Seeing that Shen Bingning came with Qing'er alone, Yu Meiren was a little surprised: "Sister Shen, are you ready?"

Shen Bingning looked around. Behind Concubine Yu there were groups of palace maids and eunuchs. In comparison, her side did seem a little deserted.

"Everything is ready, Sister Yu, let's go."

Shen Bingning said this in a nonchalant manner.

Yu Meiren nodded, which was considered as her agreement.

In the palace, except Xiao Yi, no one could ride a horse fast, and even carriages could not pass through at will.

There is still some distance from the harem to the palace gate, so Shen Bingning and Yu Meiren chose to ride in a sedan chair.

On the way, Yu Meiren took the initiative to mention the incident at the banquet.

"I have already found out that the incident at the birthday banquet that caused the ladies to have diarrhea was caused by the maids in Concubine Zheng's palace. I have reported the matter to His Majesty."

There was a hint of relief in her words.

Shen Bingning had been copying Buddhist scriptures until late at night last night, and was resting with her eyes closed in the sedan chair. When she heard these words, she suddenly opened her eyes.

"I almost forgot about this. I haven't asked Sister Yu yet. Are you feeling well?"

At the banquet, she and Concubine Zheng left early without eating, while Concubine Yu enjoyed the banquet like the other ladies, and logically should have suffered the same trouble.

Yu Meiren smiled slightly: "I don't eat much. After taking the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician, the diarrhea stopped quickly."

Shen Bingning nodded slightly, feeling a little relieved: "That's good."

Yu Meiren sat upright in the sedan chair and turned her eyes gently to Shen Bingning: "I particularly like Sister Shen's poem "Plum Blossom". Has Sister Shen ever read a book before?"

Shen Bingning's voice was low and slightly bitter: "For someone like me who comes from a humble background, how could I have the opportunity to study?"

She lowered her voice, as if telling a secret. "To be honest, I didn't write that poem. I just wrote down someone else's work."

"Sister Shen is too modest."

Yu Meiren slightly opened her red lips, a hint of confusion and amusement revealed between her eyebrows. She thought Shen Bingning was pretending to be modest. After all, if someone could really create a poem with the artistic conception and talent of that poem, that person would have already become famous in the capital.

Facing Yu Meiren's questioning, Shen Bingning simply smiled calmly and did not make any further excuses. After all, time will reveal the truth.

As soon as you step out of the majestic gate of the palace, the hustle and bustle of the outside world seems to instantly flood into your ears, forming a sharp contrast with the tranquility inside the palace.

Outside the door, a beautifully decorated carriage was waiting, ready to take them through the bustling capital.

Shen Bingning gently lifted the car curtain and looked through the gap at the bustling street.

The hawkers' shouts could be heard one after another, and all kinds of goods were on display. Servants shuttled between them, busy selecting goods for their respective masters. Occasionally, a few well-dressed noblemen strolled out of the shops. Their cheerful conversation revealed the leisure and abundance of life, and a strong breath of life filled the air.

The carriage moved slowly and inadvertently passed by a simple stall with a mottled wooden sign hanging on it, with four large characters "Letter Writing" inscribed on it.

This scene touched Shen Bingning's heart, and a plan quietly took shape in her mind.

"Sister Yu, please stay ahead for a while. I want to go to the market alone."

Shen Bingning's voice was gentle but contained unquestionable determination.

Yu Meiren did not ask too much about her intention, but just looked at her maid Huamei meaningfully. Huamei understood what she meant and quickly took out a delicate veil from the package she was carrying. She said softly: "The outside of the palace is different from the inner courtyard. Wearing this veil can avoid unnecessary trouble."

Shen Bingning took the veil, a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes, and she thanked him softly: "Thank you for your care, Sister Yu. If you need anything, please let me know."

Yu Meiren waved her hand to indicate that it was no need to be polite, and then she carefully reminded him: "After you have fun, remember to meet us at Yu Mansion in the east of the city. We will stay there for the next few days."

"understood."

Shen Bingning answered, then put on a veil and got off the carriage with her maid Qing'er.

Strolling along the bustling streets, Shen Bingning carefully examined the dazzling array of goods on both sides. In her eyes, these handmade products had a unique flavor, and each one contained the ingenuity of the craftsman.

However, considering her tight budget, she had to temporarily suppress her urge to shop and instead walked towards the letter-writing stall.

The ghostwriter behind the stall was a gentle young man, wearing a dark blue gown that had been washed to a pale color. The slight wear and tear on the cuffs revealed the age of the clothes, and he did not seem to be well off.

But his eyes were bright and firm, revealing a spiritual richness that transcended material things.

Shen Bingning waited in line silently, and saw him listening patiently to the needs of each customer, then picking up the pen and writing quickly. The tip of the pen jumped on the paper like flowing water, and soon, letters appeared on the paper.

Finally it was Shen Bingning's turn. He asked gently, "Excuse me, young lady, for which distinguished person do you want to write a letter?"

Shen Bingning's eyes swept across a copy of a poem on his desk, which was the poem "Appreciating Peonies". She smiled slightly and then shifted her gaze, "I'm not here to write a letter, but I want you to copy some other texts for me."

Upon hearing this, the ghostwriter Gu Wenyan paused for a moment, then gently put down the pen and asked calmly, "So, what do you want me to copy, young lady?"

Shen Bingning said bluntly: "I hope you can help me copy an 80,000-word Buddhist scripture. I wonder if you can finish it within three days?"

It turned out that she had already completed 20,000 words on her own. If this ghostwriter could help her complete the rest, the total would reach the goal of 100,000 words. In order to ensure a smooth cooperation, Shen Bingning directly took out a heavy ingot of silver, "Here is ten taels of silver as your reward."