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

A year later, the crowd on the street quickly rushed to the side of the street. Hanging above their heads was a plaque with three large golden characters "Chang Fu Ji" written on it.

Smelling the sweet aroma coming from the shop, one person was overjoyed, "Finally it's open! I've been waiting for several days."

"I'm dying of greed after smelling this every day."

"Friend, you don't look like a local, do you?"

"I came from the capital, and my superiors love Changfuji's snacks. That's why I came all the way to Nanyue to buy some to take back. I hope you guys will be kind and leave some for me later."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

According to the rules of Changfuji, everyone lined up obediently.

A young man in gorgeous clothes came forward, showed his name card to the servant at the door, and was led in.

The stranger was immediately unhappy. "Why are you cutting in line?"

"Hey, big brother, you don't understand. This is Chang Fu Ji's VIP guest. Don't worry, the things he buys have nothing to do with what you and I buy."

After hearing this, the stranger who looked like a manager felt relieved.

"I wonder what your name is, and where you're from?"

The gray-robed steward smiled and said, "My surname is Li, and I'm from Kyoto."

"Oh, you're from Kyoto, you're rare in South Vietnam..."

Zhou Zhongyi sat on the second floor, fanning himself. The attendants brought out the new dishes and their signature pork floss. Mr. Zhou looked around absentmindedly, "Where are your parents in charge?"

Nine times out of ten, this person would mention the chief steward. The servants were used to it. "The chief steward is not here today. If the Second Young Master has anything to tell me, I can tell him the same thing."

Zhou Zhongyi disappointedly picked up the yellow, crystal-clear pastry on the plate with his finger-lengths. "Then do you know where she went?"

"This..." The attendant shook his head in embarrassment and smiled apologetically, "How dare I ask where the stewards are going?"

Zhou Zhongyi sighed, not wanting to savor the delicious food on the plate. "As usual, pack five portions of this plate of dim sum. I want to take it away."

Carrying the box downstairs, he unexpectedly ran into someone he knew. Zhou Zhongyi looked straight ahead, wondering what she was doing there. Fortunately, Grandma Luo was talking quietly with a black-clad steward with her back to him, so she didn't notice him.

Zhou Zhongyi slipped into the carriage and left in a hurry.

Two figures stood on the deserted street corner.

The gray-clothed steward said, "Grandma, my master is very satisfied with this year's goods. He said he wants as much as you have. This is the deposit."

Grandma Luo was wearing a pink coat, her wrists were clean and flawless, and she spoke softly, "Business is business. As long as you abide by the conditions we agreed upon, I will have as much goods as you want."

The gray-robed steward smiled and nodded, then the woman in front of him pointed at something in her hand and asked, "Does your master like Changfuji's dim sum?"

"Not only my masters, but also many ladies and young ladies in Kyoto like it." Although the black-clothed steward didn't know the truth, he still told the truth.

"Yeah." Grandma Luo said without blinking, "In fact, the owner of Changfuji is also from Kyoto."

The manager was slightly surprised. Isn’t the most famous Kyoto person in Dali City the Princess Ning’an who came to marry two years ago?

"Ding-ling-ling" a sound came.

Grandma Luo turned sideways and said, "Listen, the princess's carriage is coming."

A carriage pulled by two precious horses slowly came into view. Made of fine materials, it was plain and simple, its owner evidently disdaining luxury. The sound I had just heard was from a palm-sized brass bell hanging from the eaves, reminding pedestrians to get out of the way.

Lu Yun had just returned from the Zhang family, and Jiao Ying was supposed to marry her senior brother six months ago. Unexpectedly, just a month before the wedding, Mrs. Gui passed away. Following the customary six months of mourning, they finally got married this year.

A few days ago, he suddenly sent her a message, saying he had something important to tell her to come over. It turned out to be about Madam Gui. Lu Yun still remembered how terrified she looked when she saw Jiao Ying. "My Lady Princess, you should remember that I had always been suspicious of my aunt's illness. After she passed away, I specifically asked Luo Er for a prescription for the medicine she used during her lifetime. My Second Uncle saw it yesterday, and he immediately confirmed that it was a medicine for treating women's redness."

"What's even more coincidental is that Luo Er also told me a few times that she wasn't feeling well a while ago, but luckily she was fine later on."

Lu Yun narrowed her eyes when talking about the disease of vaginal bleeding. Mother Dong had said that the incense on Gong Jinjin's body would cause women to have persistent vaginal bleeding, but the problem was that Jiao Ying had said that Madam Gui did not like the smell and did not allow Gong Jinjin to use it again.

Was Mrs. Gui's death intentional or a coincidence? Lu Yun hadn't figured it out until she returned to the mansion.

Inside Anlan Courtyard, the weather was beautiful today, and Tonghua was taking a few newly arrived maids out to dry out the sun. Inside and outside, the courtyard was filled with wide-open boxes and crates. Some contained old clothes, while others were gifts from their wedding. There was simply too much stuff.

Passing by a brocade box, Lu Yun felt it looked familiar. She reached out and opened it, revealing a pair of gold filigree scented sachet bracelets. Although they were an old style, they still shone like new. Perhaps due to the tung blossoms' moisture-proof properties, the scented balls inside had lost their shape, and the slightest movement caused red dust to leak out.

Lu Yun couldn't help but sneeze, and the sound startled Cai He who was helping nearby. Cai He took the box and put it aside. "Master, this place is a mess, and there is dust everywhere. Please come in and sit down."

Lu Yun covered her mouth and nose. She choked on the smell and her tears came out.

Cai He picked up the box and examined it carefully, recognizing it as a gift from the eldest daughter of the Jiao family, which she had forgotten. She then walked to a spot upwind from the courtyard gate, took out the two bracelets, and shook them. The ashes of the red incense balls dissipated into the air.

"Ahem, ahem—" Mother Dong was caught off guard and was sprayed all over her face. She quickly covered her mouth and nose and walked away. "Oh, my Aunt Caihe, what are you doing!"

Cai He waved the handkerchief in her hand and suppressed a smile, "I'm sorry, I think the scented balls in this sachet bracelet are no longer usable. Mom, please stand over here. I can't smell it from here."

Mother Dong looked at the thing in Caihe's hand curiously and said, "The princess only likes to use perfumed dew. This must not be something from our courtyard." After that, she pinched a little on her hand, put it under her nose and fanned it gently.

His expression changed immediately. "Silly girl, take it away quickly!"

Cai He was frightened, and the two bracelets fell on the bluestone tiles, making a crisp sound. "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Don't move!" Mother Dong brought a flat spoon and a white porcelain box with a lid from her room, and carefully swept the red ashes into the porcelain box.

After doing all this, wrap the bracelet with a white cotton handkerchief.

On the small square table below the low couch were two bright yellow bracelets and a small porcelain box.