The concubine enters the palace? The princess empties the palace and goes into exile with the baby

Su Zhen has always been a frugal person. She only buys necessities and generally won't buy anything she doesn't really need.

So when it comes to spending money, Song Yao doesn't think too much about it. After all, money is meant to be spent.

But Su Zhen didn't think so. She said, "When you're out and about, you should be frugal. Just give them enough food and clothes. There's no need to spend so much."

Song Yao didn't want to argue with her about this matter, so she got up and left.

Seeing Song Yao leave, Song Yuanbo thought she was angry, so he looked at Su Zhen and said, "Why are you saying that?"

Su Zhen snorted, "Do you also think I'm wrong?"

Song Yuanbai said, "Don't forget, what we eat, wear and use all comes from A Yao's money. The money is in her hands, so it belongs to her. She has full control over it. You are controlling her."

Song He, who was sitting in the armchair opposite, said, "Mother, she's using her own money, what does it have to do with you? Look, my sister is mad at you and left, right? Really, you like to meddle in everything, why don't you just take charge of all the team's affairs?"

Su Zhen's throat choked. She looked at Song He and said unhappily, "I'm her mother. Can't I control her? Song He, if you keep being so disrespectful, be careful."

"Tsk." Song He stood up, waved his hands and left.

E Yu said helplessly: "Mom, now we all rely on A Yao, please don't make her angry. Besides, as for the money, the money is hers, she can spend it however she wants, who can we do?"

Song Zizhou stood up from his armchair. "You are really something. She didn't spend your money. I don't know why you are so talkative."

Before Su Zhen could say anything, Song Zizhou left.

Su Zhen was so angry that she stormed to the main hall door and pointed at Song Zizhou in the yard and said, "You little bastard, I'm your mother. I can control you, not just your sister. Really, as you grow up, your tempers grow too, don't they? You don't even listen to me and think I'm wrong. Seriously! Is it wrong for me to ask you to be frugal?"

Song Yao came to the back garden of the palace and had just sat on the stone bench in the pavilion when Song Zizhou arrived.

Song Yao glanced at Song Zizhou, then looked at the flowers and plants in the garden. "It's already the last day of the dog days of summer. I wonder if this winter will be cold."

Song Zizhou glanced at Song Yao, and also looked at the flowers and plants in the garden. "Winter in previous years was not very cold. As long as you wear more clothes, it will be fine. As for this year, I don't think it will be that cold either. Don't worry."

Song Yao frowned and said, "To be on the safe side, we should prepare some extra cotton-padded jackets and firewood."

After saying that, Song Yao suddenly thought that she should prepare more charcoal.

Charcoal is what you need most in winter.

"I'll have my servants prepare more when we camp outdoors in the next two days."

"Yeah." Song Yao turned around and looked at Song Zizhou. "Brother, come with me to the market later. Let's buy some charcoal. In case it gets really cold, we won't have any."

"Can't you prepare firewood?"

"Firewood is fine, but it's a bit heavy. It's not convenient to prepare too much. Besides, firewood doesn't burn as long as charcoal. So I want to buy some more charcoal and put it in the space when the time comes."

"Okay then." Song Zizhou nodded. He pursed his lips and stared at Song Yao. "Ayao, mother talks too much. Don't argue with her."

Song Yao stood up from the stone bench and looked at Song Zizhou deeply. "No matter what she says, she is still my mother. Brother, don't worry, I will not abandon her."

"I'm not afraid that you'll abandon her, I'm afraid you'll be angry." Song Zizhou stood up, folded his arms in front of him, and looked at the flowers in the garden. "A family should be together forever and shouldn't have any bad thoughts."

"Yeah." Song Yao walked towards the garden, "Let's go buy some charcoal."

"Okay!" Song Zizhou followed Song Yao.

When they arrived at the front yard, they met Xiao Yan.

In Xiao Yan's hand, he held a bag of the original owner's favorite candied plums.

Seeing Song Yao and Song Zizhou, Xiao Yan asked, "Ayao, where are you going?"

Song Yao came up to him and said, "Your Highness, we need to go buy some charcoal. After all, we have already entered the last days of summer. If the autumn weather gets very cold, we can use the charcoal to keep warm."

"Oh, that needs to be prepared." Xiao Yan then handed the plum preserves in his hand to Song Yao, "I bought this outside. It's delicious. Here you go."

"Thank you." Song Yao said thank you before taking the candied fruit he handed over.

"Your Highness, we'll leave first." Song Yao called Song Zizhou and they left the palace together.

When they got outside, Song Zizhou glanced at Song Yao with a clear smile in his eyes, "Ayao, Xiao Yan really likes you as always."

"He's a good man." Song Yao didn't look at Song Zizhou. She opened the bag, took out a plum and handed it to Song Zizhou, "Brother, try it."

"Okay." Song Zizhou took the candied fruit and put it in his mouth. "Hmm, it's quite sweet."

Song Yao smiled and ate a candied fruit. "It's really sweet."

When the two arrived at the market, they actually saw an old man selling charcoal.

There were two bundles of charcoal, probably weighing about 100 kilograms.

Song Yao walked up to the old man and asked, "Old man, how much do you want for this charcoal?"

The old man looked at Song Yao and said with a smile, "Miss, do you want one bundle or two? I'll charge you thirty cents for one bundle."

The old man looked quite old, with calluses and scars all over his hands, and he was wearing clothes with patches on them.

Come to think of it, the food and clothing are not very complete.

Song Yao did not bargain. She took out a tael of silver from her purse and handed it to the old man. "Old man, I'll buy two bundles. You don't need to give me change. I see you've worked so hard. I'll give you the rest."

When the old man heard Song Yao's words, he quickly stood up and thanked her, "Miss, you are really a kind person. Thank you so much!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and took the one or two taels of silver that Song Yao handed over.

Song Yao asked, "Old man, do you have any charcoal at home?"

The old man nodded. "We make a living by burning charcoal. We still have about thirty bundles at home, but winter hasn't arrived yet, so charcoal is not easy to sell."

Song Yao smiled. She glanced at Song Zizhou beside her, then looked at the old man. "Old man, take us to your house. We want all the charcoal you have. I'll give you the price of 30 wen per bundle. How about that?"

The old man looked at Song Yao in disbelief, "Girl, are you telling the truth?"

Song Zizhou smiled and said, "We need a lot of charcoal, of course it's true."

"Okay, girls, then I'll take you to my house and I'll help you carry these two bundles." The old man was really happy because Song Yao wanted to buy all the charcoal in his house.