No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

However, Honghui came here in disguise today, so it was difficult to reveal his identity, so he could only borrow an identity from an outsider.

Hearing that he was a descendant of the Niuhuru clan's branch, Zhang Shiyue immediately let down her guard.

After all, that was the maternal family of the Queen whom she admired the most, and this man supported what she said, so he must be a good person.

Fu Cha Rongyin was a little more vigilant, but she was not a talkative person by nature, so she just stood aside and observed quietly.

Zhang Shiyue asked in a familiar voice, "Big Brother, do you have a chance to meet the Queen?"

Although she said she was going to submit a petition today, she had no experience in this area and didn't even know how to do it.

Just when I was feeling sleepy, someone gave me a pillow. This person is from the queen's mother's family, so he should have some connections, right?

Honghui was almost amused by her.

If he wanted, he could take her memorial to the Old Summer Palace and present it to the Empress Dowager.

However, this identity did limit him. After all, as a descendant of the Niohuru clan, how could he be qualified to meet the Empress Dowager?

If he really agreed to it, these two smart girls would really think he was a bad guy.

Honghui could only shake his head regretfully: "I am just a member of a side branch, I don't even have a place in the Imperial College..."

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, Zhang Shiyue trusted him even more.

But he was even more worried: "Then tell me, if I go directly to the Old Summer Palace to deliver it, will this memorial be delivered to the Empress?"

Fucha Rongyin denied it and said, "That probably won't work, right?"

"If it were really that easy to deliver a letter to the Empress, how many people would be scrambling to deliver it every day?"

This is true. The person who can really deliver the letter must be someone who ranks high among the guards, otherwise he will be ignored.

"Ah? What should I do then?" Zhang Shiyue was a little discouraged.

She even thought about putting it in her grandfather's memorial and sending it up together.

But my grandfather was a very shrewd person. Whenever he went to submit a memorial, he would check it again before leaving.

She can't find any opportunity at all!

Honghui found it very interesting for the first time to see such vivid distress.

After thinking for a moment, he gave instructions: "But I know how to submit a memorial to the Empress."

"How do you say it? How do you say it? Brother, teach me!" Zhang Shiyue changed her words quickly.

Just now he was just calling you "hey", but now he's the big brother?

Honghui touched the ring on his thumb, took it off and put it in his sleeve pocket.

This ring is a deep green, not something a person from a small family can afford, and it almost gave the secret away.

"Every place has a discount," Honghui explained to them, "Give the petition to the discount officer, and after it's reviewed, it can be submitted to the higher authorities."

Before the Fourth Master came to power, the harem was not allowed to receive memorials.

However, the Fourth Master specially arranged a discount for Lin Mingyan, so that she could receive memorials from all over the country.

Zhang Shiyue exclaimed, "Is there one in Beijing too? Where can I find one?!"

Hehe, isn’t luck here?

Honghui didn't tell her, but asked instead, "Excuse me, young lady, where do you work? And what's your official rank?"

What this means is, how can you submit a memorial if you are not even an official?

After Zhang Shiyue understood, she became deflated all of a sudden, her face fell, and she looked extremely disappointed.

Honghui couldn't help but laugh: "Of course, there is another way."

He rarely teases someone like this. After all, there are so many political affairs to deal with, and what he pursues is efficiency.

If someone dared to talk so much nonsense to him, he would have glared at them long ago.

But when he saw Zhang Shiyue's eyebrows suddenly raised, he thought this was really good.

But he wouldn't tease her forever, so he pointed out a clear path for her: "There are female officials in the Women's Society, and they can submit memorials directly to the Empress."

"And the ladies-in-waiting paid great attention to the women who came to visit them."

"If the young lady goes over there, this memorial should be able to be submitted."

Zhang Shiyue's eyes lit up. This was indeed a good idea.

But she had never dealt with female officials before, so she was a little skeptical: "It's just a small matter, will they really take my memorial seriously?"

Although she was full of confidence when she spoke to Fu Cha Yiran, she was still a little girl after all, and she was a little hesitant when it really came to this moment.

Honghui encouraged him, "How can this be a trivial matter? This concerns the health of thousands of women."

"How far a woman's feet can go depends on you!"

Zhang Shiyue had already thought so, and now that he encouraged her, she was even more motivated.

He immediately took Fu Cha Rongyin to the women's club before the government office closed.

Honghui was afraid that something might happen to the two little girls on the way, so he followed them.

When they arrived at the women's club, Du Juan was still busy. When she looked up and found that the Crown Prince had come, she was so scared that she almost knelt down!

However, Honghui had been winking at her, and she guessed from his attire that this was a secret visit.

He stood up as usual to receive Zhang Shiyue and others.

Zhang Shiyue was not a stage-fearing person, and with her sisters and her new elder brother behind her, she presented her memorial with confidence.

After hearing this, Dujuan's face became serious and he solemnly took the memorial.

I thought to myself, no wonder His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came here in person, it turned out to be such a serious matter.

The women's club usually has a lot of things to do, and they are all very complicated.

I really didn't have the energy to pay attention to the customs in the capital, so I had no idea when the custom of foot binding became so popular.

"Don't worry, Miss Zhang. I will deliver the memorial to the Empress right away!" Du Juan promised without hesitation.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has paid attention to such a serious matter, and we must deal with it in a timely manner.

Zhang Shiyue didn't expect the other party to take it so seriously, and she felt a little embarrassed: "There's no need to be so anxious..."

Although she felt it was urgent, she still felt a little embarrassed to make others busy during their off-duty hours.

Du Juan said, "This is a serious matter, and it's understandable that we should be anxious. Don't worry, Miss Zhang."

Zhang Shiyue then thanked him and left with hope.

Now more and more women in the capital are forced to bind their feet. I really hope that the Queen can solve the problem quickly and save these women from this dire situation.

Honghui sent both of them back to their respective residences, and then returned to Yuanmingyuan and headed to Jiuzhou Qingyan.

Du Juan was already reporting to Lin Mingyan, and Lin Mingyan frowned as she listened.

Lin Mingyan deeply detests the bad custom of foot binding. Having watched so many documentaries, she is well aware of the blood and tears of the women involved.

But she had never heard of this before, and she thought that foot binding was still a minority in the early Qing Dynasty, so she didn't want to make a fuss about it.

Unexpectedly, this trend suddenly emerged!