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

Winter, the 27th year of Emperor Longqing's reign.

A sudden heavy snowfall blocked the road from the capital to the Western Hills. As the snow fell heavier and heavier, travelers and pedestrians rushed to find a place to stay. Otherwise, the temperature was so cold that they would freeze to death if they spent a night in the wilderness.

A young man in a black cloak dismounted from his horse and walked into a roadside teahouse in the wind and snow.

Thanks to the good weather today, the teahouse was doing a brisk business. The old man, busy making tea, was busy and smilingly greeting the customers. Seeing the young man, he hurried forward and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, it's been a long time since we last met. You must have come to the capital in such heavy snow. You must have worked so hard."

The young man took the tea he offered with a smile and cupped it in his hands. "My father at home is worried about the shop in the capital, and when he saw the bad weather, he urged me to come and check it out."

The old man sighed. He knew that Mr. Zhou had a half-brother at home. What a foolish father he was.

The door curtain was lifted again, and several streams of wind and snow rushed in. Liuzi hurried in to tuck the curtain away, walked to his master, and greeted the old man with a smile.

"Young master, the snow outside probably won't stop for a while, let's leave later." After saying that, he took out a piece of silver and handed it to the old man, asking him to get a pot of boiling hot tea to warm himself up.

In the evening, the road outside was covered with a layer of snow that was above the ankles. The snow was getting lighter but the wind was getting stronger.

Experienced travelers have already packed their bags and are ready to set off again.

Zhou Boli looked at the sky and estimated that there would be a heavy snowfall soon. It only took an hour to ride from here to Qingxin Temple.

So he stood up, said goodbye to the old man, and continued on his journey with his sixth son.

There is a square house on the back mountain of Qingxin Temple. On the house hangs a plaque written by Emperor Longqing himself - Jing'an. It is the Taoist temple of Princess Ning'an, who was personally conferred by the Empress Dowager.

It was already late at night, and coin-sized snowflakes began to float in the air again. The only sound around was the whistling mountain wind.

A few rays of candlelight leaked out of the window on the east side of the main room, and a figure was reflected on the window.

Suddenly, there was a sound of something heavy falling in the yard. The person in the house stood up and walked slowly towards the window. With a "creak", a slender white hand lifted the window, revealing a girl with a beautiful appearance and bright features, dressed in plain clothes as a Taoist priest. She leaned half of her body and looked into the yard with her clear eyes like stars.

There were two figures standing in the yard, one tall and one short. The tall one was wearing a black cloak, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. They were the master and servant who appeared in the teahouse at the foot of the mountain in the evening.

Hearing the noise, Cai He hurried out of the house and bowed to the master and servant. "Hello, Master Zhou. The hot soup and hot rice are ready in the kitchen. Would you like them to be sent over now?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yun smiled and said, "Caihe, don't forget to collect the money. Remember, it's two taels of silver per person per night." After saying that, she quickly lowered the window. This winter was really too cold. She thought the two people would not come in such a cold day.

Liuzi hurriedly took out twenty taels of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into Caihe. He was used to it. This was an old rule set by the owner of this place - anyone who climbed over the wall to enter would be fined two taels per day. Well, his master was fined every time.

Zhou Boli was very good-tempered and said, "Please ask Miss Caihe to take it to the east wing for me."

Caihe took the silver and left with a smile.

Lu Yun sat by the window, reading. Back then, thanks to a few words from Old Man Qingxu, the Empress Dowager had chosen her as a Taoist substitute for Dashou, sending her to Qingxin Monastery to become a nun and pray for blessings. In exchange, she was named Princess Ning'an, given the title of True Man Runhui, rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and a hundred rolls of silk, and a five-hundred-acre hot spring farm on the southern slope of the Western Hills as a gift.

Lu Yun had the eunuchs send all the silver back to the marquis's mansion, leaving only the farm for herself.

For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on her, and almost no one realized that a princess had quietly disappeared from the palace.

The following year, the Empress Dowager passed away. Nanny Guizhi brought her old master's last words to Qingxin Temple and continued to serve the former Princess Yuanfu, now the commoner Tan Yuanfu.

During her first four years at Qingxin Temple, Lu Yun studied various Taoist exercises and classics with the old man. She also accompanied Dashou, who received treatment from both Master Fan and the old man. Unfortunately, apart from her improved speech, there was little change in other aspects of her life.

In the fifth year, the old man told her with satisfaction that he had taught her everything he could, and after telling her to practice diligently every day, he patted her butt and went on a journey around the world, which lasted for three years.

At the age of nine, Lu Yun became the honorary abbot of Qingxin Temple. During that time, no matter whether it was a big or small matter or an inspection by superiors, the group would come to her.

Drawing on her experience as an administrator in a state-owned enterprise in her previous life, after Lu Yun had organized several impressive receptions, someone within the temple, taking advantage of her youth, began to tamper with the situation. Without a word, Lu Yun singled out the ringleader and, in front of everyone, punched him three meters away, leaving behind the words, "Taoism emphasizes following one's heart. I've hit you, so what's the explanation?" From then on, the temple was filled with peace.

With her ears free, Lu Yun was finally able to free her hands and concentrate on her own work.

When she left the palace, the Empress Dowager only allowed her to take two palace maids out of the palace. Although she had money, she had no one to use.

Lu Yun could only seek help from her uncle in private, and asked him to buy more than twenty slaves. After eliminating eight, there were sixteen left.

Lu Yun handed all sixteen of them over to Nanny Guizhi for management, and following her advice, she bought twenty boys aged five to six, and shamelessly invited monks from Qingping Temple to teach them martial arts.

According to the laws of the Qin Dynasty, a princess could not have more than twenty private soldiers.

It took her three years to finally get the hot spring villa up and running. Of course, she had almost spent all her money.

The annual output of the hot spring villa barely covers the expenses of the previous year, and if the harvest is poor, I have to contribute some money.

I'm worried. It's really hard to be the head of the household.

As a time-traveling woman, couldn't she increase crop yields and open a few trendy shops? Lu Yun personally tested it and came up with one word: difficult!

It took her seven or eight years of trial and error to nearly double the rice yield. If she hadn't presented the method to Emperor Longqing and received a reward, the company would still be making a loss.

The rent for the shop on Zhuque Street is two thousand taels a year. Lu Yun carefully calculated the Hanfu from her previous life and finally decided to sell the Yunjian, which had never appeared in the Qin Dynasty.

Qin Chao's clothes are similar to the contemporary Ming Dynasty costumes, and the cloud shoulders are very suitable. The key is that she has the ideas but not the capital.

At this moment, Mr. Zhou, who was keen on climbing over walls, came down from the sky and handed her a pillow for her to sleep on.

Relying on their life-long friendship in childhood, Lu Yun readily agreed to invest in his newly opened shop specializing in selling women's clothing.

As expected, no woman could resist the beautiful Yunjian. In the early days, the shop was the only one in Beijing, which allowed her to make a small fortune. Currently, her share is basically stable at one thousand taels of silver per year.

At this point, Lu Yun had laid a relatively solid material foundation for her life.

As a Taoist priest with an official background and maximal martial arts skills, Lu Yun once thought that he could just lie back and relax, and began to consider learning the art of feng shui to select a better burial site for himself and Dashou in advance.