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

As soon as I returned to the princess's mansion, I heard the servants say that the prince consort had arrived.

Lu Yun and Roujia looked at each other, lowered their heads even more, and stopped at the door of the main house. They took a feather duster and dusted while listening to the movements in the house.

Lin Zhaoxuan was still as stubborn as ever. "Roujia, Little Li isn't feeling well right now. Since you haven't been feeling well lately, why don't you let Big Li come in and take care of you?"

Roujia refused, "No need, Prince Consort. I've been feeling much better recently."

Lin Zhaoxuan's eyes flickered as he slowly approached. "I heard you went to the teahouse today. How was the tea there? Is it delicious?"

Roujia turned her face away, increasing the distance between them. "That's it."

Lin Zhaoxuan reluctantly retracted his raised hand, saying with some regret, "How could that be? Everyone says the teahouse's tea is good."

Roujia raised her eyes indifferently and asked, "Prince Consort, have you drunk?"

Lin Zhaoxuan's tone faltered. "Not really." How could he possibly drink something of unknown origin? However, he put on a smile again and patiently persuaded her, "I just heard from Aunt Li that the tea from the Li Family Teahouse has beauty-enhancing properties and has many benefits for women. If you want to drink it someday, I'll send someone to buy it for you right away."

Roujia yawned and pretended to be sleepy. "I am sleepy. If you have nothing else to do, please go down. I dare not keep you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhaoxuan had no choice but to leave. As soon as he walked out of the main hall, he bumped into an ugly maid who was running around with a feather duster. She made him covered in dust and had dirt in his mouth. He hurriedly dodged and left.

The main door was closed again, and Lu Yun dragged out the box she had brought with her. She used the small mortar that Roujia had used to make rouge to grind the hay into fine powder.

Then he took out a few more plants and took them to the small kitchen to boil water, concentrated it into a small pot of thick medicinal juice, let it cool, and then put it into a small bamboo tube.

After preparing both items, Lu Yun put them on her body and said, "Roujia, if I don't come back later, you don't have to leave the door open for me at night."

Roujia said nervously, "Ning'an, be careful."

Lu Yun patted her chest, leaped up, and disappeared behind the wall. Zhou Boli's shop was open, with exquisite and gorgeous cloud shoulders of all sizes displayed for customers to choose from.

Lu Yun, still dressed as a man, went into the shop under the pretext of picking out clothes for his wife. This caused the little girl beside him to secretly look at her several times. A petite woman warmly greeted Lu Yun, "Hello, customer. I am the manager of the shop. My name is Yu. What would you like to buy?"

Lu Yun scratched his head in confusion. "Manager Yu, I'd like to pick out a few Yunjian pieces for my wife to take back to Nanyue. Could you help me pick a few?"

"So you are from South Vietnam?" Xiaoyu smiled even more enthusiastically. "Please follow me."

"Xiaoyu." The young shopkeeper behind the counter raised his head. "I'll take care of this guest. You go and do something else."

Xiaoyu blinked and said, "My boss is also from South Vietnam. He is very hospitable."

Perhaps it was because the shopkeeper was known for his hospitality, no one was surprised to see Lu Yun follow the shopkeeper and disappear out the back door.

Lu Yun got the teahouse information she wanted from Hu San, packed a few Yunjian pieces, agreed to pick them up in a few days, and left the shop. Li's Teahouse and Xiefang Pavilion were only separated by a street, and when Lu Yun passed by Xiefang Pavilion, she couldn't help but walk in.

Xiefang Pavilion's business was as brisk as ever, and the shop was mostly filled with well-dressed ladies. Lu Yun spotted Concubine Yuan standing by the counter, chatting with someone, her every move a composed expression.

The attendant at the door saw that the young man was taking so long to enter that he thought he was embarrassed and was about to approach him when he turned and left. Standing at the second-floor window, Zhang saw a figure that looked unusually familiar. Just as she was about to take a closer look, she saw that figure disappear into the crowd.

Zhang sighed imperceptibly. The Empress had been having a rough time in the Changchun Palace lately, with all the trouble going on. It was rumored that the Empress Dowager was requesting the Emperor to select a concubine to enrich her harem.

It's been a year since Rong Jieer entered the palace, and yet there's still no good news. The idea of a selection had actually been mentioned six months ago, but the Emperor denied it on the grounds that the two-year mourning period hadn't been completed. Now, in three months, two years will have passed, and the selection can no longer be delayed.

Even though she had prepared herself mentally, Zhang was still depressed. If only Sister Rong hadn't entered that red wall... there was no if, and she didn't know how Sister Yun was doing outside.

"Let's go." Zhang turned around, holding Yinhe's hand and gradually disappeared behind the window.

Lu Yun walked out of the darkness, took a last look at the upstairs window, and strode away.

It was past midnight and everything was pitch black and quiet. Occasionally, a few voices and a few dim lights could be heard from the houses on both sides.

The night watchman yawned, and suddenly his breath stopped. He seemed to see something flying over the wall. He raised his lantern and shone it upwards, but where was that thing?

He took a deep breath of the cool air, and just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard the sounds of cats calling from behind the wall. The night watchman breathed a sigh of relief. Spring has arrived, and cats and dogs are making a fuss.

Zhuque Street is full of shops owned by wealthy people, and there are night watchmen. What thief would be so foolish as to come here and steal things? The night watchman shook his head and turned to go somewhere else.

Lu Yun pressed her ear against the back wall and heard only the sounds of a man and a woman flirting, originating from the small room to the east. Other than that, there were no other suspicious sounds. Lu Yun had noticed the teahouse's layout during the day. It had three floors, all dedicated to guests. At the back was the kitchen and two servants' quarters.

According to the night watch rules, there is one person guarding the front lobby and the backyard respectively.

Lu Yun’s main target tonight is the kitchen on the right.

I climbed over the courtyard wall carefully. There was no light around. I heard the movement on the left and saw two people busy at work.

The kitchen door didn't even have a lock; the two wooden doors were half-closed. In the bright moonlight, following the faint, decadent aroma, Lu Yun easily found a two-foot-tall porcelain jar, its walls still warm. It must be the Baibanjiao potion, freshly brewed tonight for tomorrow's tea. On the other side were several bags of standard flour for pastry, one of which had already been opened, with only a quarter of the flour remaining.

Lu Yun took out the powder and concentrated enhanced medicine juice she had prepared during the day, poured them into the flour and porcelain jar respectively, stirred them evenly, and restored everything to its original state.

The reason the emperor ignored the Changchun Palace and the Li family's various actions was because, frankly, they were insignificant. Opening a teahouse to make a little money, sending a few beauties to curry favor, were harmless, but as long as the women were in Changchun Palace, they were all family matters.

In the survival wisdom of modern people, expanding contradictions is an effective way to resolve them.

Lu Yun quietly closed the kitchen door and heard a man and a woman talking in the east.

Man: "I wonder how my sister is doing over there?"

"You have a younger sister?" The woman let out a sweet laugh. "With the Li family here, why don't you bring your sister over to enjoy the good life here too? Um, Manager Jin Bao?"