The abandoned concubine who transmigrated woke up shouting "Long live the widow!"

On the evening of October 27th, Jingxue had just unleashed her supernatural abilities at the Prime Minister's residence when she heard Prime Minister Zou say, "What did you say? The Heartless Pavilion has been destroyed?"

"Yes! This servant just received the news! Your Majesty, what should we do?"

Instead of being angry, Prime Minister Zou laughed and said, "This is a good thing! There's no way to prove it now that the dead are dead. It's neither you nor the Prime Minister who will come forward, so no one would think of us."

Jingxue saw a man standing opposite Prime Minister Zou, dressed in a short, tight-fitting outfit and wearing wrist guards.

"Prime Minister, what are we going to do now? That woman's kung fu is too amazing!"

Prime Minister Zou stroked his meticulously trimmed mustache. "You should investigate the stolen silver. Don't worry about anything else for now!"

"Yes, this servant will take his leave!"

Zhang Lin left, and Prime Minister Zou stared at the flickering candlelight in the study, his eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into fists, lost in thought.

Upon seeing this, Jingxue was certain that Prime Minister Zou had hired someone to assassinate her. Did he suspect that she had robbed him of his ill-gotten gains?

He could very well be the mastermind behind framing Jing Zhiyuan.

But who destroyed the Ruthless Pavilion? Could it have been Ye Muchen?

The man had rarely come to Jingning Garden lately. When he did come, he would eat, say a few words, and leave. Jingxue assumed he was just there to freeload and didn't pay much attention to it.

Even after returning to the Prince's Mansion, Jingxue was still thinking about how to deal with Prime Minister Zou. In fact, it wouldn't be a problem to kill this old guy without anyone noticing, but Jingxue didn't want him to die so easily.

That would be too easy on that old geezer.

This old fellow is already the high-ranking prime minister of the country, and his daughter is a concubine in the harem. Is he not satisfied with these rights? Does he want to become the emperor?

"Emperor," Jingxue thought of the dragon robe that framed Jing Zhiyuan. Maybe this Prime Minister Zou wanted to be emperor. Well, let's play with him slowly!

The next morning, Jingxue took Jingze to the academy and watched as Yingjiu and another shadow guard accompanied An'an and Jingze into the academy gate.

"Fifteen, let's go to the cloth shop on West Street. I want to get some fabric first."

“Yes, Miss.” Sitting outside were Shadow Fifteen and another Shadow Guard. It seemed that the two new Shadow Guards were Shadow Four and Shadow Five. Jingxue couldn’t tell who was Shadow Four and who was Shadow Five.

Before the carriage even reached the cloth shop, a commotion could be heard ahead. "Young Miss, something's happened at the cloth shop, there's a lot of people gathered there!"

Jingxue took out a cotton mask that Jingze's wet nurse had made for her and put it on. She then lifted the carriage curtain and saw that it was just as Ying Shiwu had said.

A large crowd of men and women, along with a few beggars, gathered in front of Li's Cloth Shop, occasionally drawing curses from onlookers.

Jingxue got off the carriage, and Ying Shiwu handed the riding whip to another shadow guard, who followed Jingxue discreetly.

The sounds of children crying and arguing came from the crowd: "Don't touch my child!"

It was Peng Qingqing's voice.

"If you don't give us the shop, you can forget about ever seeing your child again!" a man's voice said.

Jingxue gave Ying Shiwu a wink, signaling him to break through the crowd.

"Make way, everyone! Our boss is here!"

The crowd immediately parted to make way, and Jingxue saw that Peng Qingqing was fighting with a man for a boy at the shop entrance. Two shop assistants and an old woman were blocking the doorway, and one of the shop assistants was holding a little girl's hand. These two children were Peng Qingqing's children.

Near the man, a heavily pregnant woman stood with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Peng Qingqing.

When Peng Qingqing saw Jingxue walking over, she cried out, "Master!"

The man turned around as well, sneering, "What kind of damn owner? She's covering her face! Don't listen to her nonsense. She bought this shop herself, with my family's money, she..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ying Shiwu kicked the man, sending him sprawling to the ground. He also released the child's arm. Peng Qingqing quickly picked up the child and handed him to the waiter at the door.

The man, wincing in pain from the kick, yelled, "You just hit people like that? I'm a scholar! I'm going to the Jingzhao Prefecture to report you!"

Jingxue didn't even look at the man, and asked Peng Qingqing, "What's going on?"

Before Peng Qingqing could speak, the pregnant woman standing next to her, hands on her hips, waved her hand and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense! What owner? The shop was bought with my husband's money. Even if there was an owner, it was someone else. They're all in cahoots!"

Annoyed by the noise, Jingxue glared at the pregnant woman and said angrily, "You'd better shut your stinking mouth! Otherwise, I'll make sure you can never speak again!"

"Oh dear! Look how arrogant this person is! We're going to report this to the authorities! Someone's threatening me to my face! I..."

Ying Shiwu quickly reached out and tapped the woman's body. The woman opened her mouth but couldn't speak. The man next to her quickly stood up and ran over to support the pregnant woman. "Mei Niang, Mei Niang, what's wrong with you? Is there no law anymore? Is there anyone kind enough to help us report this to the authorities?"

People backed away, but didn't leave; they remained surrounding the area.

“The boss is my ex-husband. I don’t know how he found out that I was working here as a manager, so he came to find me. At first, he said he regretted it and asked me to take the child back.”

Peng Qingqing was probably afraid of losing face, and even more afraid of affecting the shop's business, so she spoke very softly.

"Straighten your back and speak loudly!" Jingxue said.

“We’ve already divorced, and he’s taken my dowry. I’d rather die than go back with him. I chased him away, and then he came again, saying he wanted to see the child. In the end, he still wanted me to go back, but I still refused. But this morning they came and said the shop was bought with their money. They even made a huge scene and tried to take the child!”

A murmur arose from the crowd: "So that's how it is?"

"This man is a scholar! How could he behave like this?"

"What a disgrace to scholars! Bah!"

Hearing the commotion, the man turned around and shouted, "What do you know? You only heard her side of the story. I only divorced her because I felt sorry for her. I should have just kicked her out. She's not filial to my mother, and I've been very kind to her. Who knew she would take the money from my shop and buy the shop just a few days after the divorce? That money belonged to my shop!"

"Emma! Who's telling the truth?"

"It's true that both sides have their own reasons!"

Whispers arose from the crowd.

Jingxue held back Peng Qingqing, who was about to rush forward to argue, and said to the man, "What evidence do you have that this shop belongs to her? Show it to her!"

The man retorted, "It's not hers. Who would appoint a divorced woman as manager? And whoever appointed her isn't a good person either? They're hiding it and afraid to show their faces!"

"Slap!" Shadow Fifteen slapped the man across the face.

"Believe it or not, I'll rip out your tongue and feed it to the dogs," Shadow Fifteen said.

Jingxue turned to another shadow guard who had just arrived and said, "Go report to the authorities and say that someone has taken over my shop!"

Before the shadow guard could turn around, a man's voice came from outside the crowd.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"