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

Completely disregarding the other person's face, Lu Yun secretly curled her lips and retorted, "I heard that the cotton and silk dress that Concubine Cen wore when she entered the mansion was made by Madam Tong. The Hua family really treats Concubine Cen very well."

He was so devoted to Cen Miaoxin that he would wear silk himself, yet let her enter the mansion in a second-rate cotton and silk dress with a small suitcase as long as her arm? She had no personal belongings at all.

Lu Yun knew at a glance that the clothes Mrs. Tong was wearing were enough to buy twenty cotton and silk dresses for Cen Miaoxin.

Mrs. Tong's face stiffened slightly, and she turned away with a sigh, "Xiuzhu Pavilion is wonderful, but it's a little out of the way. Not to mention other places, it's even too far from the Princess's Mingde Hall. Miaoxin, you're pregnant now, so it's inconvenient to come and pay your respects every day, isn't it?"

Lu Yun raised the corner of her mouth, picked up the teacup and took a sip, praising, "The tea here, Aunt Cen, is good, great tea."

Cen Miaoxin, with a rosy face, first gave Lu Yun a grateful smile, then turned to look at Madam Tong with a sincere face, "Aunt, you're worrying too much. My niece's current life is inseparable from the care of the princess. Originally, the princess wanted to arrange for me to live in Diecuixuan behind Anlanyuan, but I have always liked quietness, so I moved to Xiuzhu Pavilion. The palace has never had the custom of paying respects to the mistress every day."

Cen Miaoxin is such a wonderful person!

Lu Yun observed carefully and saw that Mrs. Tong's face turned pale, then blue, then blue, then red, which was very interesting. With a roll of her eyes, Lu Yun turned to Caihe and whispered a few words.

After a while, Caihe came in with tung flowers, each holding a tray covered with red cloth. The red cloth was removed, revealing the contents underneath: a tray of gold and silver, and a tray of fine cotton cloth.

Mrs. Tong stared intently, and Lu Yun smiled ostentatiously. "I heard that you've been unable to go out lately because of your pregnancy, so you can only stay at home and make some clothes for the children. These pieces of fine cotton cloth are very suitable for children. You can make some for fun. If you don't have enough, I have more."

Cen Miaoxin refused for a long time, but finally accepted the plate of fine cotton cloth. "There's no need for me to have food and drink in the courtyard. This silver is useless. This cotton cloth is enough for me."

Mrs. Tong on the side seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The food at the banquet was also very rich. Mrs. Tong ate too much and drank from her teacup in small sips.

Cen Miaoxin: "Aunt, is there something you need to come to the mansion for?"

Mrs. Tong suddenly clapped her hands, her brows lit up with joy. "Your brother is getting married on the eighth day of next month."

"Ugh—" Cen Miaoxin held onto the table and vomited softly. Mrs. Tong hurriedly went out to call for help. When she came back, the maids had already packed up everything.

Cen Miaoxin's face was flushed unnaturally. She leaned weakly on the maid, tears forced by morning sickness soaking the corners of her eyes. "I've made a fool of myself for my aunt."

Mrs. Tong was distressed. "Why are you being so polite to me, kid? I've been bothering you for a long time today. You should have a good rest. I'll come to see you another day."

On the way back from sending someone off, Lu Yun stroked his chin and whispered a few words to Caihe.

Back in the yard, Lu Yun sat by the bed and rocked the rattle to encourage Ezi to turn over. The little fat boy tried his best, his chubby face turned red, and he kicked his legs again and again, but still failed.

Lu Yun said happily, reaching out to touch the goose's hair and said, "My little Fatty is still young."

The little fat boy was fat, and he turned down the corner of his mouth and said, "Ah, woo, wow!" The devilish sound instantly penetrated his brain, and Lu Yun dropped the rattle and ran away.

Caihe whispered in her master's ear. At night, Lu Yun lay on the bed and began to think about what she had seen today. However, a hand reached out from the side to make trouble, and she slapped the person away.

Zhou Boli became much more honest. "Ayun, did you go to Xiuzhu Pavilion today?"

Lu Yun turned sideways and asked, "Zhou Boli, what have you found out about Cen Miaoxin?"

Zhou Boli's eyes instantly regained clarity. "Could it be that Madam, you discovered something?"

Lu Yun hesitated and said, "I don't know if this counts. Today, General Hua's wife, Mrs. Tong, handed the Empress an invitation. Everything was fine. But after Cen Miaoxin learned that General Hua's son was getting married, she suddenly started having morning sickness. Caihe said that Cen Miaoxin had no energy all afternoon and even showed signs of crying."

Zhou Boli narrowed his eyes. "I see. According to the information Ah Da has found so far, Cen Miaoxin is indeed very close to the Hua family."

Moreover, it was indeed the Hua family that was the cause of the incident. Although nothing was found out afterwards, Zhou Boli still felt a thorn in his heart.

The reason Zhou Boli didn't delve into the Hua family's role in this matter was because he didn't see how it would benefit the Hua family. From another perspective, it was Na Cen Miaoxin's entry into the mansion that benefited him so much that Zhou Boli once suspected that it was the old man's doing.

In Sansi Hall, the old prince, who was working late into the night to adjust the feng shui formation of the card table, sneezed loudly and muttered to himself, "No, no, this won't work."

Manager Liao: “——”

With a direction for investigation, they should be able to find something. However, the result disappointed Lu Yun. According to the information Ah Da found out, Hua Cheng was indeed a gentleman.

She sponsors disabled veterans; she has only two personal maids in her room, and no other messy private life; she is both civil and martial, and keeps a low profile.

Although he had close contacts with Cen Miaoxin, he only regarded himself as her brother, and the Hua family never spread the news that Hua Cheng was going to marry Cen Miaoxin.

Is there really nothing innocent between the two of them?

Or? Lu Yun's imagination was so wild that she came up with a complicated and clichéd triangle relationship.

Cen Miaoxin loves Hua Cheng but cannot get his love, so she can only pour her love for Hua Cheng into another man. This man knows that Cen Miaoxin has someone else in his heart and is unwilling to marry her, so he schemes to dump Cen Miaoxin for Zhou Boli.

But Cen Miaoxin is definitely not such a casual person.

Ha, it turns out that the dog is useless. If you are so good at writing novels, why don’t you go to Rotten Tudou to write novels and be a low-level, transparent person with a ruined character.

Once again slapping someone's hand away from her, Lu Yun said with a serious expression, "Zhou Boli, there's definitely something wrong with you trusting me, Hua Cheng."

Mrs. Tong addressed Cen Miaoxin as her niece, expressing her affection with all her heart. Yet, after traveling over ten miles to see her, she only brought back a few packets of worthless snacks. Her brand-new clothes and gold jewelry formed a stark contrast to the shabby appearance of Cen Miaoxin when she first arrived.

At the Hua Residence, Mrs. Tong, feeling a sore back after an afternoon of carriage riding, lay on a low couch, receiving a massage from her maids. Footsteps approached, the door curtain rustled, and a tall figure entered the room.

"Young Master Cheng is here."

Mrs. Tong held the little maid's hand and sat up straight. "Cheng'er, you're here."

Hua Changsheng grew up with Mrs. Tong. He had a long face, dark skin, single eyelids, thin lips, and wore a white round-necked robe. He saluted his mother with his fists clasped, looking respectful.

Mrs. Tong looked at her son with eyes full of appreciation and satisfaction. "My son is excellent. General Dong really has good taste. I have seen Dong Pan, the child. His appearance and manners are impeccable. He is a good match for my son."