The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

The class leader wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes, my lady, but there are guests in Miss Jiao's room."

Yuhuanlang had washed off the lead powder on his face and was wearing a light gray gown. He turned out to be a young man with a graceful demeanor.

Lu Yun signaled him not to be polite, handed him the purse she had prepared, and said with a smile, "So you're so young."

Compared to the high-spirited hero on stage, he seemed very shy off stage. "I have been studying in the class for many years."

The troupe owner said with a smile, "Princess, Xiaolou is the mainstay of our Xiyuan. Many ladies support him."

After seeing off the distinguished guest, the host turned back to the young man sitting in front of the dressing table playing with his purse and warned him in a low voice, "Xiao Lou, don't set your sights on this guy."

Bai Xiaolou squinted his eyes at him and said, "Master, you think highly of me. This noble man looks at me in a different way than others."

The troupe owner knew he had an idea in mind when he heard it, and said anxiously, "If you dare to touch her, I will not be able to save you even if I sacrifice the entire troupe."

Bai Xiaolou threw the purse into the class owner's arms with a cold face, "I understand."

The class owner sighed and placed the purse next to him. "This purse is fine."

Bai Xiaolou pulled out a banknote and flicked it in the air twice. "Boss, are you sure you don't want it?"

"No!" The class owner was so angry that veins popped on his forehead and he walked out quickly.

Bai Fengjiao had her hair half-draped, her eyes raised, and she was wearing a bright red coat. She leaned against the door frame and knocked twice on the door with her fingers painted with bright red nail polish. "I'm coming in."

Bai Xiaolou said lazily, "Sister Bai, isn't what that person gave you enough?"

Bai Fengjiao twisted her slender waist and walked to sit beside him, her eyes dim. "What's the point of talking about enough? As long as I'm willing to give it, that's enough."

Bai Xiaolou sneered, "Sister Bai, you really look like a grudge."

Bai Fengjiao rolled her eyes at him. "You're a young man, you don't even know shit." She leaned forward and took the banknote from Bai Xiaolou's hand. "Oh, the princess is really generous to you. She gave you 20 taels of silver right away. You're much better than that Gao Qiang named Cui."

Bai Xiaolou snatched the banknote and stuffed it into his lapel, his sarcasm growing even stronger. "I'm not one of those idiots you fooled around with."

Bai Fengjiao whispered in his ear, her red lips softly opening, "I'm just giving you some advice as someone who's been through this. Princess Ning'an's mother is the owner of Xiefang Pavilion, and her father is a high-ranking official. A teenage girl is innocent and beautiful. Wouldn't it be better to coax her into redeeming you and then opening a small shop? Why waste your days in this building? Wait until you've grown up and see if the owner is still willing to support you."

The opera was still being played in the lobby. Lu Yun deliberately avoided the crowd and went to the outermost corridor. Little did she know that her presence still attracted the attention of those who cared.

With a "click", a folding fan fell to the ground at his feet.

Lu Yun paused slightly, glanced at the person who came, and then quickened her pace.

"Miss, Miss." There were footsteps beside her. Lu Yun was helpless. "Sir, is there anything wrong?"

The man in blue stared at Lu Yun's face, stammering, "Hello, young lady, young man—"

Lu Yun turned around and left, but she didn't know there was someone behind her. The person had greasy hair and powdered face, and a mouthful of yellow teeth. It was the same person who had smiled at her foolishly before.

It was so dangerous that Lu Yun raised her hands to cover her face and stepped over to the inside of the fence. Some men had even stopped watching the show on the stage and were staring at this side with expressions of enjoying the show. Most people still remembered her identity as a "VIP guest in the box" and did not dare to do anything out of line.

"Third sister?" A voice came from the left rear.

Lu Yun looked over and saw a familiar figure. She wasn't sure, "Brother Lu Song?"

Lu Song, dressed in a tight suit, walked towards Lu Yun. "So it's you." He moved sideways to block the gazes of others and lowered his voice. "It's crowded here, noisy and noisy. I'll take you there."

Lu Yun nodded gratefully at him, and the two of them walked together. Halfway through, they met Lu Tan who came to pick her up.

In the box on the second floor, a figure stood quietly behind the window, taking in the entire scene in the hall. When he saw the red color reaching the door of the box, the man raised his hand to close the window.

But she only stopped at the door for a moment, then turned around and left with the owner of Changping Escort Agency.

There were many high-end restaurants and teahouses near Xiyuan, but Lu Yun was unfamiliar with the area. Lu Song led her to a private residence adorned with red lanterns. He knocked softly on the door, which soon opened and a maid in plain clothes emerged to usher them in.

Lu Yun looked around the room curiously. The furniture and floor were all made of wood, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of tea and fruit.

Lu Song led her to sit under a round window facing the courtyard. Tea and snacks were already laid out on the table, with a branch of pink and white magpie plum beside it, adding a touch of wildness to the elegance.

"It's so beautiful here." Lu Yun exclaimed sincerely.

Lu Song chuckled and said, "As long as the princess likes it."

Lu Yun got down to business. "I have about seven or eight thousand taels of silver, and several dozen dan of grain. I'd like to ask the Changping Escort Agency to deliver this silver and the supplies to Huaizhou and give them to my father."

Lu Song picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of tea. "The imperial court has already sent food to Huaizhou for disaster relief."

Lu Yun knew what he meant and shook her head. "This is my own idea. I would like to ask Brother Lu Song to take over this order. I can add another 20% to the expenses along the way."

Since business was the key, Lu Song simply agreed and pushed the cup in front of Lu Yun. "This is the famous daughter tea here. Try it and see if it tastes good."

Daughter tea? Lu Yun picked up the teacup curiously. The aroma was rich and fragrant. She took a sip and found it slightly bitter with a hint of sweetness. She nodded and said, "That's a good name."

Seeing that she liked it, Lu Song called the maid over and gave her some instructions. The maid came in with a tray on which were two pink pumpkin-shaped porcelain vases, each the size of Lu Yun's fist.

Lu Song placed two porcelain bottles next to Lu Yun. Seeing her curious expression, he found it very interesting and explained kindly, "This contains the tea you just drank. I'm familiar with the owner of this place, so I asked him for two bottles." Afraid that she would not accept them, he added, "I haven't thanked you for what you did last time."

The pumpkin-shaped porcelain vase was really cute. Lu Yun held it in her palm and admired it carefully. She liked it very much. "Brother Lu Song, you are very polite. You can come to see me at the farm when you are free."

Lu Song's gaze lingered for a moment before realizing his own misstep. He calmly withdrew his gaze, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. As the sky darkened, the warm early summer breeze enticed. Lu Yun politely declined Lu Song's invitation to dinner, intending to return to the Princess's residence to work.

The two men walked to the entrance of the alley, where an inconspicuous carriage was parked.

Lu Yun was holding two small pink tea cans in her hands, walking side by side with Lu Song, the two of them chatting and laughing as they walked forward. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the hallway, causing the corners of their robes to fly. Lu Yun raised her hand to shield her face with her sleeve and turned sideways to avoid the wind.

Lu Yun felt a lightness on her head and looked forward. Hibiscus flowers swirled and fell beside the wheels of the carriage in front.

Lu Yun felt a little embarrassed. This afternoon, when she was combing her hair, Roujia had complained that she had neglected to maintain it, causing it to become a little sparse. Handing the small porcelain bottle to Lu Song, Lu Yun trotted over and just as she bent down, a large, bony hand came into view.