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

She had assumed that Princess Roujia, having been taught a lesson by her several times, would stay away and not dare to come to Yongfu Hall. Unexpectedly, the next morning, when Lu Yun returned from boxing, she saw Roujia appear in Yongfu Hall with several palace maids carrying bundles. Madam Xu, who had disappeared for a while, reappeared with the palace maids in the east room, making her bed and packing her belongings.

Roujia saw Lu Yun, paused, snorted, and turned to go in. Lu Yun walked into the west room without stopping, picked up Dashou and said, "Get up."

When Dashou woke up, she didn't expect that there was an extra person in the bedroom. She looked at Lu Yun and said with difficulty, "Sister, she." Lu Yun touched the ahoge on her head soothingly and gave her a big smile.

Roujia, who had been watching the whole process, angrily pushed the untouched rouge rice porridge in front of her and said, "I don't want to eat it anymore." The palace maid in green clothes beside her obviously understood her master's temper very well. She lowered her head and dared not say anything more.

"Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the product of hard work?" Lu Yun walked over and brought the bowl in front of her to herself. "If you don't eat it, I will." After saying that, she scooped a spoonful into her mouth. It was fragrant and sweet. Lu Yun squinted her eyes happily.

Qin Dashou followed suit and scooped a spoonful into his mouth, shaking his little head.

"You're really bullying me," Roujia pouted. Lu Yun handed her the bowl and squinted at her. "Do you want to eat it?"

Roujia nodded. Lu Yun put the bowl down and said simply, "Eat, and don't leave any leftovers."

Roujia puffed out her lips, picked up the bowl and started drinking in small sips.

"Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the product of hard work?" The Queen Mother pondered the meaning of this poem over and over again, nodding in agreement. "It's a truly beautiful poem, and I wonder who wrote it."

Gui Zhi frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Miss Lu San's father, Lord Lu, is the prefect of Huaizhou. I think this must be what Lord Lu said in his daily teachings to his children."

"This shows the family tradition of the second branch of the Ping'an Marquis's family. Xiaowu and Miss Lu San are a good match in age." The Empress Dowager joked with Guizhi with a smile.

Lu Yun didn't know that someone had already set his sights on her. She was busy teaching Dashou how to recognize pictures.

During this time, Roujia kept making small movements, but after being disciplined several times, she finally calmed down. About a cup of tea later, Lu Yun noticed a figure inching towards her. If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either, so Lu Yun ignored her.

After another cup of tea, a voice came into her ears, "Why do you want to teach her these?" Roujia looked at Qin Dashou with both curiosity and disgust.

Dashou leaned closer to Lu Yun nervously. Lu Yun looked at Roujia and asked, "Why can't I teach her these?"

"Of course -" Because she is a fool, she knows that she will be "dealt with" as soon as she says this. Roujia stopped talking and said tactfully, "Because she is a princess, when we grow up, we will have our own fiefdom to be supported by the people."

Lu Yun thought to herself, "Do you know the saying that goes, 'If you want to climb a high mountain, you must endure the dangers?'" "Silly child, you might end up marrying a foreign prince."

As expected, Roujia shook her head. Lu Yun gave an easy-to-understand example: "My mother was served by servants at home, so naturally she had to provide them with food and clothing."

After listening to this, Roujia nodded, not quite understanding, "But what does this have to do with what you taught Yuanfu?"

Lu Yun: "If you don't understand these, how can you provide food and clothing for your servants?"

Roujia said proudly, "Since they are my servants, their lives and property are in my hands, why should I do this?"

“If you don’t do this, your servants, hungry and cold, will try to leave you and won’t listen to you.”

"Then I'll just change a group of people."

"How many people can you change?"

Roujia fell into deep thought. She had never thought about this problem before, and the imperial concubine did not allow her to replace the senior palace maid around her at will.

"You, how do you know so much?" Roujia looked at Lu Yun with a face full of expression that said there is something wrong with you.

Lu Yun showed a miserable expression. "Because compared to your family, my family is very poor, and children from poor families have to grow up early."

Roujia looked her up and down and nodded, "That's right."

Yes, yes, I am so poor. Can the rich and kind-hearted princess use money to humiliate me, Lu Yun complained in her heart.

"The Imperial Concubine said that she wants to choose a study partner for me, and you can be one of them." Roujia looked at Lu Yun eagerly.

Lu Yun shook her head. Being a study partner means taking the blame for you. If you make a mistake, I will be beaten. I can't do that.

"I'll give you money."

"How many?"

"Five hundred coins." Roujia stretched out a hand confidently.

Five hundred big coins are equivalent to one hundred and twenty-five steamed buns and fifty-five plates of Kong Yiji's fennel beans, which is even more evil than some contemporary capitalists.

Lu Yun stood up and said solemnly, "It's impossible for me to work, not in this lifetime."

"Sister, don't be afraid, I have money." Qin Dashou smiled at Lu Yun.

Good boy! Lu Yun was very touched and stroked the ahoge on Dashou’s head.

Roujia stopped talking. She began to suspect that Yuanfu had been pretending to be stupid all these years.

Zhang, whose family was very poor, finally had time to sort out the accounts of several shops. The abacus in her hand made a "crackling" sound. Yuan Caohua also sat aside with an abacus. She was responsible for reviewing the accounts calculated by the lady.

After a while, Zhang closed the account book in her hand, and the corners of her mouth raised revealed her master's mood at the moment.

Xiefangguan had been open for more than half a month and had made a total profit of 3,000 taels of silver. Xiaoshahua had successfully entered the jewelry circle of young ladies and wives in Beijing.

Following this trend, Zhang's smile widened a little, and she waved her hand, "This month, everyone has worked hard for the Third Young Lady. I'll triple your monthly salary."

Everyone in the courtyard thanked them in unison, and the maids and servants in the west wing all had happy faces.

Nanny Chang came in from the outer room, holding a letter. "Madam, a letter from the old lady."

Zhang took the envelope. There were only a few words on the yellow paper.

Seeing Zhang's sudden downturn in expression, Nanny Chang spoke carefully, "Madam, what's wrong?"

"How many times can we meet again, how many times can we laugh together for a hundred years? Time flies by so quickly." Zhang sighed softly, her eyes slightly moist. "Nothing, you guys go down first." She dismissed everyone, wanting to be alone for a while.

Until the magnificent sunset illuminated most of the sky, the voices of children could be heard in the yard.

"Mom." Rong Jie'er ran in from outside, shouting, her eyes shining, "Another day has passed." Mother said that after she put all the abacus sticks in the box, her sister would come back.

Zhang covered her eyes with a handkerchief and said with difficulty, "Rong Jie'er, what if your sister can't come back?"

"Why, mother?" Rong Jie'er couldn't understand. She looked at her mother. "Is my sister sick again? Then - then Rong Jie'er will wait a few more days."

Zhang clenched her fists against her chest and said in a hoarse voice, "Mother means your sister won't come back."

Rong Jie stared at her mother blankly, with big tears falling from her cheeks. "Wuwuwuwu, mother lied, mother lied, I want my sister to come back——"