The empress is wild and cool, and I'll help her secure her throne

In the capital, Lady Zhenbei’s residence.

This is a mansion bestowed by the empress to Ye Nianxi. It was built according to the specifications of a sixth-rank official's residence in the capital, covering an area of ​​four acres and is very luxurious!

Tang Xiaohui had just moved in from Corpse Sewing Street. Thanks to her daughter, she had become a noble lady in the capital, sitting in the main hall, dressed in gorgeous clothes, served by maids. She was so happy!

When Ye Nianxi returned from the Honglu Temple, the first thing she did was to ask her mother:

"Mother, who did the father-in-law say he was giving that thousand-year-old ginseng as a reward yesterday?"

Tang Xiaohui frowned when she saw her daughter asking about this matter right after leaving the court.

"Of course it's a reward for your brother."

"Which brother of mine should I give the reward to?" Ye Nianxi continued to ask.

Tang Xiaohui looked displeased: "Who is your other brother now? It's Haomo, of course!"

"No, that blood oath of denial wasn't signed before last night!" Ye Nianxi continued to ask, "Mother! What did the father-in-law say?"

"The eunuch said that His Majesty bestowed a thousand-year-old ginseng on Ye Dalang! Ye Dalang, isn't that my good eldest son Haomo!" Tang Xiaohui said as if it was a matter of course: "Besides, if His Majesty bestowed such a spiritual object as a thousand-year-old ginseng on a top scholar, how could he give it to a lowly corpse tailor?"

"Mother! Ye's eldest son is Ye Qianxuan!" Ye Nianxi gritted her teeth and said, "Your Majesty has already told me today that the thousand-year-old ginseng is a reward for Qianxuan!"

"Mother, is it reasonable for us to eat their holy gift behind their backs and then get angry at them?"

Tang Xiaohui's eyes were a little evasive, but after thinking about it, she defended herself:

"What's reasonable or unreasonable? I'm his mother, he's my child! I naturally have the right to dispose of all his things!"

"Ye Qianxuan is just a lowly corpse seamstress. What use does he have for a thousand-year-old ginseng?"

"You've returned to visit your parents, and Haomo is about to enter the court to use his brain. I'm old and frail, so why is it that he gave the three of us a thousand-year-old ginseng as a gift?"

This is indeed reasonable.

only……

"Mother, he is also your biological son!"

"Even if you want him to take out the thousand-year-old ginseng for the whole family to eat, at least wait for them to come back and sit at the table to eat together!"

"But why did you lie to me then? This was a reward from my younger brother. Qian Xuan was out sewing corpses again."

Ye Nianxi questioned each word clearly, her heart had already turned cold, and she felt extremely sad.

She never thought that Ye Qianxuan was so disliked by his mother!

Mother never regarded Ye Qianxuan as "Ye's eldest son" because in her heart, she only had one son - Ye Haomo!

"He is just a lowly corpse tailor. What qualifications does he have to sit at the same table with us and have a meal?" Tang Xiaohui asked coldly.

At this moment, Ye Nianxi felt a chilling chill: "He is also your biological son, the son you carried in your womb for ten months and gave birth to!"

"Right! So what's wrong with me disposing of his things?" Tang Xiaohui said with a matter-of-fact expression, and continued:

"Besides, he's a corpse tailor who spends all day with corpses. Thousand-year-old ginseng is useless to him. If he's asked to eat it, does he understand what he's eating?"

"Mother, you always call him a corpse seamstress, but isn't he willing to be a slave just to support his family?" Ye Nianxi felt sad.

"To support his family? Haha! He's only working as a corpse tailor to save money so he can be Xia Ruoxi's bootlicker. It has nothing to do with us!"

"In the seven years he's been a corpse tailor, he's only given his family two thousand taels of silver!"

"The rest are given to Xia Ruoxi!"

"I have account books here!"

Tang Xiaohui said sarcastically.

"Mother...you've never worked with father sewing corpses before. It seems you don't have a deep understanding of the corpse-sewing trade..." Ye Nianxi felt a chill in her heart.

"Father has been sewing corpses under the Sword Qi Great Wall. Because the risk is high and there are many corpses, his annual income can reach 2,000 taels of silver!"

"But Qian Xuan has been sewing corpses in the capital because the risk is lower and there are fewer corpses. His annual income is at most 600 taels of silver."

"In other words, half of the 4,200 taels of silver that Qian Xuan earned in the past seven years has already been given to his family!"

"Adding the half he would give to Xia Ruoxi, Qian Xuan only had two hundred taels of silver left to live on for seven years..."

Two hundred taels of silver, enough to live on for seven years!

The average amount of silver per year is less than thirty taels!

In the capital of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, where prices are extremely high and a meal in a restaurant costs one or two taels of silver, what kind of frugal life did Ye Qianxuan lead for the past seven years?

"Then why doesn't he go to the foot of the Sword Energy Great Wall and sew corpses? Why doesn't he work hard to make more money? In the final analysis, he just doesn't want to sincerely support me and Hao Mo!"

Tang Xiaohui frowned and said.

"Mother, Father was sewing corpses beneath the Sword Qi Great Wall, harmed by a demon!" Ye Nianxi said with a wry smile, "Also, have you forgotten? Qian Xuan once spent six months sewing corpses beneath the Sword Qi Great Wall. Later, he was injured by a demon, and coupled with overwork, his life was hanging by a thread. He couldn't even attend my wedding!"

"How dare he go to the foot of the Sword Qi Great Wall to sew corpses again!"

Tang Xiaohui snorted coldly, "Speaking of this makes me angry! He made a mere 1,000 taels of silver and is already broke. He's not even as good as his good-for-nothing father. He's a complete loser among losers!"

Ye Nianxi was stunned for a moment, then said, "One thousand taels of silver?"

"Mother, could it be that the one thousand taels of silver Haomo gave me when I got married was actually earned by Qianxuan?"

Ye Nianxi had suspected this a long time ago.

Ye Haomo studied all day and had no source of money. Where could he get one thousand taels of silver for himself?

At that time, Ye Haomo just said that he earned it by selling calligraphy and poems. Ye Nianxi had always been optimistic about the talent of her younger brother, so she didn't doubt it!

Now, after hearing her mother say "a total of two thousand taels in seven years" and "he only earned one thousand taels at the foot of the Sword Qi Great Wall and then he was broke after returning", and adding to the various pieces of information such as Ye Qianxuan had always given the money to his family to manage, Ye Nianxi had a bold guess!

"Ahem... um... that's not..."

Tang Xiaohui avoided the question, which proved that Ye Nianxi's guess was correct!

that moment.

Ye Nianxi stood in the room, but felt a biting cold coming from her back.

It made her back feel cold.

It turns out... even I misunderstood Qian Xuan!

What followed was endless anger!

"Mother!"

"Qian Xuan... He is your biological son and also my good brother!"

"You...you are so biased, always leaning towards Hao Mo. No wonder Qian Xuan said so coldly that he would not recognize you!"

Being questioned by her own daughter like this, Tang Xiaohui was naturally dissatisfied and said in a cold voice:

"Talking about this again?"

"After all, Ye Qianxuan is nothing more than a lowly corpse-sewer!"

"It's only natural for him to make money for the family! The money he earns is Haomo's money, what's the problem?"

"Now that he says he doesn't recognize me, it shows that he has self-awareness!"

"This family no longer needs a lowly fellow like him! It would be best if he could leave on his own accord and not burden his sisters and brothers!"

Tang Xiaohui said this with confidence.

Ye Nianxi hesitated to speak.

But finally.

She still shook her head: "My daughter, take your leave."

She knew that people's prejudices were as big as a mountain.

His mother now completely looked down on Ye Qianxuan and would not listen to anything that was said in Ye Qianxuan's favor. It would be futile to continue arguing with her.

She left the room in a daze and called the housekeeper:

"Where is Hao Mo?"

The housekeeper lowered his head and said, "Mr. Ye called a carriage last night and went to the residence of the Right Vice Minister of Rites to drink and chat."

"Prepare the car!"

"Go to the residence of the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites!"

She wanted to see what attitude her most promising younger brother had towards Qian Xuan.