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

The funeral of Lady Wan lasted for five days. As soon as the fifth day arrived, the second master of Dingyuan brought his whole family, young and old, and carried the old lady's coffin back to his hometown to observe mourning.

Zhao Qingyu arrived at the Hot Spring Villa before leaving Beijing. "Princess, I want to meet Miss Lu."

Lu Yun brought him to Zuishanju. Seeing the door closed, she sat down at the stone table at the door with Xiangxing.

Lu Yun looked at her and asked, "When did your young lady and Mr. Zhao——"

Xiang Xing was surprised. "My princess, you didn't see it? I thought..."

Lu Yun: “——” Sorry, I’m busy planting potatoes.

Xiang Xing: "Let me think about it. It was only two months after the young lady left the mansion to pray at Qingping Temple that she met Master Zhao who was recuperating in the temple.

Lu Yun's expression was complicated. "Come to think of it, it was me who arranged for someone to send Lord Zhao to Qingping Temple." She turned her head to glance at the room and muttered softly, "We can finally have a beginning and an end."

Xiang Xing: "Princess?"

"Oh, it's okay." Lu Yun laughed.

The door opened quickly, and Zhao Qingyu strode to Lu Yun's side. "Princess, I want to take her away."

Lu Yun had anticipated this, and nodded and then shook her head. "You should ask my eldest cousin about this matter. I can't make the decision."

Lu Ling's eyes were red. "I can't leave. My aunt is still here." She turned and looked at Zhao Qingyu, her eyes determined. "Thank you for your kindness, young master. I am willing to wait here for you to come back."

Zhao Qingyu carefully traced her facial features with his eyes, and a smile appeared on his haggard face. "Okay."

The next day, Xiang Xing came running in panic, "Princess, my young lady—"

"Shh," Lu Yun signaled her to keep her voice down and pulled her into the room. "This morning, Liu Qing found a letter outside. The letter said that your young lady had been taken away by Lord Zhao."

Xiang Xing was at a loss. "But, isn't this just—"

"My eldest cousin has been exiled." Lu Yun suggested that she look at it more positively. "Strictly speaking, it's not an elopement."

Xiang Xing also reacted quickly, her expression startled. "What if Lord Zhao treats my young lady badly? She'll be forced to be a nameless concubine for the rest of her life." As she spoke, tears began to fall. "My young lady has suffered too much. It would be better for her to have some peace and quiet."

Lu Yun comforted her, "Don't worry. This letter has already explained her whereabouts. Lord Zhao has also paid a large sum of money to redeem Aunt Sun from the Lu family. Mother and daughter are reunited, and they will have someone to rely on in the future."

Xiang Xing wiped away her tears and bowed to Lu Yun, "Thank you, Princess. This makes me feel at ease."

Cai He sent Xiang Xing to the door, then turned to Lu Yun and sighed softly, "Xiang Xing grew up with the eldest lady since she was a child. Now that the eldest lady is gone, what will Xiang Xing do in the future?"

Sister Caihe, your hint is too obvious.

According to the rules, grandchildren must mourn for their grandparents for one year, and sons must mourn for three years.

Two months later, Zizhou, the Zhao family's ancestral home.

Several women sat around Mrs. Ma.

The woman in red was trying hard to sell him, "Aunt, I have a niece who is very beautiful and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Ma smiled, took out a small floral handkerchief and wiped the sweat off her face. "The weather is getting hotter."

The woman in blue noticed the pattern on the handkerchief with her sharp eyes and said, "Oh, what a beautiful work! The people around Mrs. Ma are really clever and skillful."

Ma looked down at the handkerchief in her hand and immediately tucked it into her sleeve to apologize. "I was so busy that I lost my mind. Mrs. Huo misunderstood. This was embroidered by the daughter of my distant sister. She and my son were engaged since they were young, and they are just waiting for the mourning period to pass."

After the voice fell, the ladies looked at each other, said a few words and then said goodbye.

Zizhou has a humid and rainy climate.

Inside the Siping courtyard, a woman in green lay with her eyes closed beneath the south window, a scroll clutched in her hand dangling to her side. Rain had begun to fall at some point, and a damp mountain breeze blew in through the window. Perhaps sensing a chill, the woman's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she turned her head inward.

A blue figure holding an oil-paper umbrella walked into the courtyard. Seeing the scene in the window from afar, he paused, folded the umbrella, and leaned against the wall. He took down clothes from the shelf and covered her with them, gently took the book from her hand and put it aside, and half-closed the window.

Sit under the south window and open a book.

Lu Ling slowly opened her eyes, turned her head and looked at the man sitting on the Arhat bed, her voice still a little sleepy, "When did you come?"

Zhao Qingyu pulled her to sit across from him, tested the temperature of the cup, and then pushed it to her side, saying in a normal voice, "I just sat down not long ago."

Lu Ling picked up the cup and said, "Ning An treats me very well. It's the same when I'm in Beijing."

From Kyoto to Southern Province and then back to Kyoto, thousands of days and nights—Zhao Qingyu held her hand in his palm, his eyes dark. “I know, but the road to Kyoto is long and the carriages are slow. Just think of it as pity for me.”

Lu Ling's eyes were slightly red, and she changed the subject, "I wonder what the situation is like in Kyoto right now?"

Lu Yun handed Xiang Xing over to the Pingchang Escort Agency. Just as she was leaving, bad news came from Kyoto again: Emperor Longqing was seriously ill.

Zhuque Street was still bustling with people coming and going. When passing by Xiyuan, Lu Yun saw the owner of the troupe welcoming guests at the door, so she ordered Liu Qing to drive the car aside.

The troupe boss still remembered her, so Lu Yun couldn't help but ask him about Zhou Boli's whereabouts, but as expected, she got nothing.

"Greetings, Princess." Bai Xiaolou, dressed as Yuhuan Lang, came up to greet her. The young man was handsome and sunny, and when he dressed up, he exuded a chivalrous spirit.

"I have a new play today. I wonder if the princess would be so kind as to show me the chance to perform?"

Lu Yun apologized, "I have something else to do today." Then she pulled out a small purse from her sleeve and stuffed it into his pocket. "This is a good omen for you in advance. I wish your new play will be a big hit."

Bai Xiaolou's face showed disappointment. "There's another rule in the building: we can't accept small prizes from guests who haven't come to see the show."

After seeing the princess off, Bai Xiaolou returned to the backstage with a cold face. Bai Fengjiao leaned against the door and smiled, "Now I believe it. The way she looks at you is indeed different from others."

Bai Xiaolou curled his lips and said, "Why is Sister Bai still here? That person has already left."

Bai Fengjiao smiled unchanged. "If he leaves, won't he come back? Do you believe it or not, on this day, he will come back."

Bai Xiaolou sighed, "I grew up with you, you can't fool me. No master with any status would want someone from this building."

Bai Fengjiao's smile disappeared, her eyes fixed on the door, and she said leisurely, "This is what people live for, no matter what they want or don't want. As long as he is here, my position will be stable, and I can earn more money every day."

"He's been singing for twenty years and been a mainstay for ten. Isn't that enough?" Bai Xiaolou directly exposed her thoughts with a complicated look in his eyes. "That gentleman must be from a very important background. It's not something people like us can get. How about-"

"Better than what?" Bai Fengjiao interrupted, gently stroking her cheek with her jade fingers, her expression extremely cold. "Why not become a mistress or concubine of a rich man? Wait until Old Yan and the Zhu family fall into disrepute, suffer all kinds of torture, and then hang yourself with a rope?"

Bai Xiaolou's face changed. "That's not what I meant."

Bai Fengjiao turned around and said, "Brother, I know what's going on."

In the West Garden with its carved beams and painted buildings, countless lingering memories of talented men and beautiful women were buried. In the end, only a few red pillars in the hall remained.