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

Three days before the Chinese New Year, Lu Qin returned to her parents' home with her three-year-old daughter.

Qin was naturally happy to see her daughter, but she was more worried. She knew her daughter was plain-looking but spoiled, and without Lu Ling blocking the way, the number of people who would come to propose marriage would be limited.

After much deliberation, Qin finally accepted her fate and married her back to her natal family in Chuzhou. Her nephew, Qin Hualin, was kind-hearted. Her father had retired and was unemployed, and her sister-in-law was away with her brother. The Qin family was left with only her and her nephew, who was preparing for the imperial examination next year.

In other words, she was the most senior member of the Qin family, and no one would bother her even if she wanted to. Chinese New Year was just a few days away, so why was she back home at this time? There must be something going on.

After hearing her daughter's reason, Qin was speechless. "You went back to your parents' home just for a piece of clothing. What were you thinking?" Qin really wanted to pry open her daughter's brain to see what was inside.

Lu Qin only realized halfway through her journey that she had been impulsive, but she couldn't bring herself to go back, so she had no choice but to continue walking. Upon hearing this, she pouted and said, "Mom, I know I was wrong."

Qin wanted to scold her a few more times, but when she saw the chubby little face of her three-year-old granddaughter Gan Jie'er, she stopped talking, pinched her daughter secretly, picked up her granddaughter and kissed her, "Gan Gan, stay in Beijing to accompany your grandmother this year, okay?" Gan Jie'er looked so well-behaved, completely different from her mother.

When Lu Zhen heard that her second sister had returned, she hurried over to meet her and brought the small clothes she had made for Gan Gan. Lu Qin smiled and thanked her, and gave her some of the local specialties she had brought back to take back to Aunt Guo, showing both affection and courtesy.

Behind everyone's back, Qin couldn't help but say to Nanny Qin, "Sister Qin is better than I was back then." At that time, she had just married into the Marquis of Ping'an's mansion, and faced with her husband's many concubines, she had severely punished many of them. Now she found it ridiculous to think about it.

Unexpectedly, the surprise was yet to come. Nephew Qin Hualin brought a servant to knock on the door of Ping'an Marquis's mansion. Seeing his nephew's dusty appearance, Qin Shi felt very relieved. She scolded her daughter in front of him, "It's all Qin Jie'er's fault. Hualin, don't blame her."

Qin Hualin had a chubby face. Hearing this, he hurriedly said, "Aunt, please don't blame Qin Niang. It's my fault. I shouldn't have made her angry. I brought the clothes to her."

After saying that, he put the package he brought with him on the table with embarrassment. Lu Qin had been hiding behind the screen. After hearing her husband's words, she could no longer hold back her guilt and ran out from behind. With tears in her eyes, she said angrily, "You came here, but why did you bring this? Are you here to scold me?"

Qin Hualin saw his wife's eyes light up, and joy filled his heart. He blushed and stammered, "Mother Qin, I know I was wrong. Please don't blame me. I will buy you whatever you want."

Qin had already left with Nanny Qin. The greatest comfort in life was seeing her children live better than she did. Feeling proud, she wrote a rare letter to Lu Ling, describing her family's situation and highlighting the happy life of her daughter and son-in-law.

Lu Ling was naturally envious. It was great that someone had proved that what she had been looking for was not just wishful thinking. It turned out that there was love between men and women in the world that was not mixed with any interests, but she just didn't have it.

Lu Ling asked Xiang Xing to prepare a gift for the nanny to take back. After doing this, she asked someone to tell Zhao Qingbo that her life was coming to an end.

Zhao Qingbo had been "sick" for several days. The third prince, who had just returned from the court, stood in the yard, hesitated for a moment, and then went to Lu Ling's yard.

Lu Ling was lying on the bed reading a book. She did not get up when she heard the servants' report. It was not until the third prince stepped into the yard that she sat up with Xiang Xing's support and pretended to get out of bed.

"I have met His Highness."

The Third Prince motioned her not to be polite, and sat aside, watching her quietly. After a while, he said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. You have lost a lot of weight."

Lu Ling gave a weak smile and said, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. This is an old illness of mine, and I can't escape the torment I've endured these past few days."

The third prince nodded without saying anything. Lu Ling was unwilling to pay attention to him for a moment, and the two sat facing each other in silence.

"It's been three years, are you still blaming me?" The third prince looked at Lu Ling and suddenly spoke with a complicated expression.

Lu Ling smiled. She put down her book and, for the first time, looked him in the eye. "Your Highness, I don't blame you. I only blame myself for being too greedy and wishful thinking. Looking at it this way, losing the child is a good thing. Living in the royal family with wishful thinking naturally makes life harder than others." To the Third Prince, her words sounded like an accusation of his wishful thinking about the throne. Watching him leave with a flick of his sleeve, Lu Ling felt neither sad nor happy.

That winter, too, she woke up to a thick layer of snow outside. Xiang Xing had advised her against going to the main courtyard to pay her respects, as she was only three months pregnant. On the way, she ran into Su Shi, who remarked on the prince's visit to her the previous day, making Lu Ling feel sick.

After finally reaching the upper chamber, she heard the Third Prince and his wife laughing and chatting through a window. Lu Yu came out, saying the wife wasn't feeling well and told them to go back. Lu Ling had no choice but to shuffle back. Halfway through, she felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen. She was about to ask Xiang Xing to rest for a while.

Suddenly, a scream came from behind, and Lu Ling felt someone grabbing her feet. By the time she reacted, she had already fallen heavily to the ground, and her lower body felt warm and wet.

Red plum blossoms blossomed against the white snow. The doctor arrived quickly and managed to save the child. He advised her not to worry too much and to be more optimistic. The prince's wife came to visit in the evening, but Su Shi was too busy serving the Third Prince to come.

That night, she lay in bed for a long time, her pillow dry and wet, wet and dry, until dawn came and the first ray of golden sunlight shone through the window lattice onto the wardrobe.

Lu Ling dreamed of a little baby saying goodbye to her. She stood there without moving, just crying and saying "I'm sorry" to him over and over again. "It's my fault that I'm useless. I don't want you to live a life like this with me."

The child was lost, and Su, who caused her to fall, was grounded for three months as punishment.

The news that the third prince walked out of Concubine Li's room in a rage right after he entered reached the ears of the other two immediately.

Zhao Qingbo just laughed it off. Su was overjoyed, immediately changing her clothes and carrying a cup of ginseng soup to the study in the front yard. The Third Prince was already annoyed, and seeing the culprit was even more annoying. He directly scolded her for being ignorant of etiquette and lacking education, and confined her to her room for seven days.

Su was humiliated and returned to the yard in shame.

For three years, she had been stuck in this quagmire, but now she had come to her senses. She had set up a small Buddhist shrine in her house and was living a vegetarian life, chanting Buddhist scriptures. Zhao Qingbo couldn't bear to see her lead such a gloomy life at the age of 22, so he personally came to persuade her several times.

Lu Ling was originally dressed in plain clothes, and now she didn't even have a single hairpin or ring, but her complexion had improved a lot. She looked at Zhao Qingbo with eyes as clear as water, "When I first entered the mansion, I thought that God always likes to play tricks on people and brought me here. When I was a child, my sister had clothes and hairpins that were within her reach, but my aunt and I always had to work hard to get one of them. When I grew up, I found that there were things in the world that were harder to get than jewelry. Just a careless glance at them could trap me for life. I have it, your highness has it, do you have it, sister?"

Zhao Qingbo, always considerate and prudent, was stunned upon hearing such words. Unsure how to respond, he listened as she continued. "Now I'm tired. Whether it's scheming or closing my mind and taking what I need, I can't do it. I'm tired and exhausted. In the past eight years since I entered the mansion, there's never been a moment as peaceful as this."

The Third Prince came to Lu Ling's room, his whole body filled with chills, and shouted that he wanted the small Buddhist temple to be demolished. Lu Ling was so calm that she seemed a little indifferent. She looked at him and said, "Your Highness, why are you doing this?"

The Third Prince's handsome features were filled with confusion. He spoke in a hoarse voice as if begging, "It's just a child. As long as we are well, we will have one in the future."

Lu Ling lowered her eyes and said, "Your Highness, it's just a child. You will have one in the future. Why bother with this one? Why bother with me?"

The Third Prince's face was extremely grim. He looked at Lu Ling and recalled the happy times they had shared in the past. He slowly said, "If you have truly made up your mind and do not want to turn back, then as long as you turn back, I will pretend that what happened today never happened."

Lu Ling raised her eyes after hearing this, her eyes were calm. "Your Highness is always so wishful thinking." She showed the scissors in her hand and tore her hair apart.

There was a "click" sound, and a bunch of hair fell to the ground.