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

It turned out that after General Cen died in battle, his former subordinates were incorporated into the ranks of several other generals, including Mrs. Lin's husband. As the saying goes, a new emperor appoints new ministers, and what boss would appreciate a subordinate who constantly reminisces about his predecessor? Mrs. Lin's husband, a loyal supporter of General Cen, had a difficult life and his position was gradually marginalized.

What's worse, some were forced to leave the South Vietnamese camp on the pretext of old age and unbearable injuries.

Mrs. Lin was outspoken, her eyes filled with indignation. "Aren't you afraid that you will laugh at me? What was the situation at General Cen's mansion back then? What was the situation at his family? You think you can surpass others just by showing off a few melons and dates. What wishful thinking!"

The voice, neither too loud nor too soft, attracted a lot of people's attention. Lu Yun observed the reactions of the people around her and found that everyone was very calm, and some even nodded in agreement.

It turns out that the public has a sharp eye.

"Princess." Mrs. Lin wiped her eyes and said in a voice that contained a hint of pleading, "I have a favor to ask."

Lu Yun sighed softly, "Mrs. Lin, do you want to talk about Concubine Cen?"

Mrs. Lin was filled with regret. "My Lady Princess, Miaoxin is a sincere but unsuccessful child. We uncles and aunts received General Cen's kindness but failed to protect her. We feel truly ashamed!"

Parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run. Lu Yun smiled and raised her hand to stop Mrs. Lin from saying, "Auntie Cen has gained a lot of weight recently. Mrs. Lin, if you have time, you can go and visit her someday."

Mrs. Lin was speechless, and finally wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and said, "I have overstepped my bounds, please forgive me, Your Excellency."

The Nanyue camp is not a monolithic entity, so that will be easy to deal with. Lu Yun raised her voice, "Mrs. Lin may not know that when Concubine Cen was at home, she would send fifty taels of silver from the palace to the Cen family every year to subsidize General Cen's former subordinates."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room fell silent.

Mrs. Lin was shocked. "Miao Xin—how could it be? I have never heard of this matter before."

Lu Yun was surprised. "How could this be? Could it be that Aunt Cen is lying to me?"

Jiao Ying frowned, "My Lady, it's hard for Concubine Cen to accomplish this alone. Maybe she handed it over to someone else?"

Mrs. Lin quickly responded, "That must be the case!"

Lu Yun thought for a moment, and seemed to be surprised when she remembered something. "Come to think of it, Aunt Cen did mention that she gave the pension money to Hua——"

Mrs. Lin's expression changed, and finally she slammed the table in anger. "What a Hua family!"

Everyone was whispering to each other, and the rest was left to Mrs. Lin.

Today's goal has been achieved. Lu Yun gave Jiao Ying a wink, stood up and walked out of the hall.

The Hua family's house was very spacious, and the garden was beautifully maintained. Lu Yun pointed to a few clumps of orchids among the flowers and looked at Jiao Ying. "These look fresh. I've never seen them before."

Jiao Ying was kind-hearted and said, "Why does the Hua family have to do this? Any one of these plants would be worth more than fifty taels if it were put outside." But he chose to embezzle the orphan girl's money to gain fame for himself.

The two walked to a secluded place, and Lu Yun sneered, "The Hua family has done far more than this."

Jiao Ying frowned and said nothing.

Mrs. Tong walked into the hall, feeling very proud and happy, and she immediately noticed something was wrong. The princess who was sitting in the upper seat was nowhere to be seen, and the others looked at her strangely.

Lu Yun followed behind and walked into the hall. Cai He placed the wooden box on the table. "Mrs. Tong, this is the gift that Concubine Cen asked me to bring to your young master for his wedding."

Mrs. Lin gave a forced smile and snorted heavily.

Mrs. Tong seemed unaware and thanked him with a smile. Without even looking at it, she handed it to the maid behind her and said, "Miao Xin is thoughtful."

The sound of firecrackers filled the sky. Amid the congratulations of the crowd, the young master of the Hua family, dressed in red, slowly walked into the main hall hand in hand with his bride, who was also dressed in red.

The young master of the Hua family had a joyful look on his face and kept bowing and greeting the guests around him. Lu Yun stood in the crowd and watched everything in front of her, feeling sad for Cen Miaoxin.

Palace of the King of Nanyue, inside the Xiuzhu Pavilion.

Aunt Cen was sitting in the corridor, sewing a purse. The bright red silk purse was embroidered with colorful mandarin ducks and lotus flowers. The maid praised her, "Aunt, your embroidery is really good."

Aunt Cen lowered her head and rubbed the purse with her fingertips. "I used to make it at home. A purse like this can be sold for one or two taels of silver outside. If the pattern is more complicated, such as a flower or vine, it can be sold for half a tael of silver."

The maid's eyes lit up when she heard this. "Auntie, can you teach me?"

Aunt Cen shook her head. "What's the point of having such a good skill? My eyes will be damaged if I work so hard for a long time."

The gatekeeper came over and said, "Auntie, the princess has returned home."

Aunt Cen supported herself on the maid's hand and stood up with great effort. "According to the rules, I should go and pay my respects to the princess."

The maid tactfully persuaded her, "Auntie, the princess said there's no custom of paying respects in the mansion. It takes an incense stick of time to walk from Xiuzhu Pavilion to Anlan Courtyard, and it's inconvenient for you to move now."

Aunt Cen shook her head. "The princess is kind, but as a concubine, I must be polite. I'll let it go on other days, but I should go now."

The maids and servants had no choice but to support her and carefully walk towards Xiuzhu Pavilion.

When I arrived at Qiufeng Courtyard, I happened to run into Miss Qiman who was going out with her maid.

Aunt Cen nodded at her and continued to walk slowly forward.

Qiman hadn't expected such a coincidence; this was the first time she had seen this Concubine Cen outside. Because of her lower status, she couldn't go ahead and could only follow her at a distance, walking slowly.

A trace of disgust flashed in Yin Xin's eyes, who was obviously dressed up carefully. She had seen many tricks of this kind in Xiuzhu Pavilion around the lady before. They just wanted to take advantage of the fact that she was pregnant to get benefits from the mistress.

He said sarcastically, "Miss, if this servant says your belly is big, you should stay in your own courtyard."

Noticing the person in front of her stopped, Qiman felt embarrassed and scolded, "Yinhua, don't be rude!"

Seeing Aunt Cen continue to move forward, Qiman secretly breathed a sigh of relief and warned Yinhua with her eyes not to talk nonsense anymore.

Perhaps it was because I had been too indulgent recently that my heart had grown bigger. Yinhua defended herself aggrievedly, "Miss, I mean well. It rained yesterday and the roads are slippery. If something gets bumped, who can take the responsibility?"

Cen Miaoxin turned around and said, "Miss Qiman—"

Qiman quickly apologized, "The maid was rude and made my aunt laugh. I will definitely punish her when I get back."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Cen looked hesitant and finally nodded.

Qiman's heart had just settled when she heard a cry of surprise from the front. She saw Concubine Cen, who was heavily pregnant, slip and fall forward. She had gained a lot of weight after several months of recuperation, and she was also five months pregnant.

The maids beside him were in a panic. Some pulled at his clothes, some tried to hold on to his arms, but none of them could hold on. They were about to fall to the ground while struggling.

At this critical moment, a light blue figure came forward like the wind and stood in front of his aunt.

Qiman helped Cen Miaoxin stand up and handed her to her maid.

Cen Miaoxin clutched her stomach, still terrified. A layer of cold sweat had already broken out on her back, and she shivered at the slightest breeze. Her face, already drained of most of its color from the shock, paled even further, and she was unable to utter a word.