Quick Transmigration: The Green Tea Mistress's Guide to Seduction - A Master's Handbook

Not long after news of Prince Shen's improved health spread, he was summoned by the emperor.

This was the first time Xie Qingyu had seen Prince Shen in court attire, and the first time she had truly experienced the meaning of "clothes make the man."

It's likely that during this period of feigning illness, King Shen maintained a simple and convenient attire.

Today he changed into a magnificent purple court robe, the exquisite gold patterns on the robe shining brightly in the sunlight.

His tall and broad figure perfectly showcased the majesty of the court robes, while the temperament honed from battlefield conquests softened the delicate appearance of the purple robes.

After Xie Qingyu finished fastening the belt, she took two steps back to carefully check it, making sure there was nothing inappropriate, and then showed a satisfied expression.

Her unusual behavior could hardly escape the notice of King Shen, who had been watching her closely.

Looking at the clothes she was wearing, and then at Xie Qingyu's expression.

"You like me in this outfit?" Prince Shen looked at Xie Qingyu with a playful smile, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Xie Qingyu took two steps back, neither saying she liked it nor disliked it, and handed two pieces of freshly delivered pastries to Prince Shen before saying, "Your Highness should go to court."

Prince Shen touched the object that had been shoved into his hand. He didn't wait for her reply, nor did he show any other expression. His tall figure moved forward slightly, his aura of authority gradually emanating, giving people an unconscious feeling of wanting to submit. The person in question seemed oblivious. Seeing Xie Qingyu looking up at him, his imposing aura suddenly subsided. "Wait for me to return. I have good news."

Xie Qingyu watched as Prince Shen, accompanied by Changliu and Changfeng, walked into the still-dark night. Once outside the house, nothing seemed to have changed.

But the Prince of Shen, who was wearing the same clothes, suddenly seemed to have become thin and weak, and even his walking posture looked like he was in poor health.

Such superb acting skills cannot be acquired overnight.

Xie Qingyu withdrew her gaze, quickly walked outside and had the servants bring out the basin of water for washing, pondering what good news the Prince Shen had mentioned.

"The pastries you made this time are really good." In the side hall, Qingyan said while eating the pastries that Xie Qingyu had just brought over.

"I heard you gave Uncle Zhang the suggestion?" Xinping also held a pastry in her hand and ate it slowly.

Xie Qingyu nodded. She had been in this courtyard for so long, and naturally, she wasn't completely idle when she had nothing to do.

At least now, people in the courtyard not only greet her because of her status as a first-class maid, but some of them have also genuinely benefited from her kindness.

Especially after she took charge of the food preparation, she interacted a lot with the kitchen staff, including discussing recipes with the head chef.

"I should have put you in charge of the food earlier. I forgot that you loved playing with food when you were in the palace." Qingyan patted her head, annoyed that she had only just remembered.

"If I had provided food earlier, I might not be here now," Xie Qingyu said.

As soon as she said this, Qingyan's smile remained unchanged. "How can that be the same? You wouldn't poison me."

Xinping's face remained expressionless as usual as he calmly said, "Xinjing brought this upon himself."

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Xie Qingyu didn't bring up the topic again. "As long as it tastes good, that's fine. We can research more recipes in the future and then we'll be in for a treat."

Xie Qingyu's words are true.

The front courtyard only had one master, Prince Shen, who didn't eat much sweets, so most of these pastries were given to them.

"Luckily, we're in the front yard, much better off than the maids in the back." Qingyan smiled and took another piece.

“You’ve been having a lot of contact with the front yard lately,” Xinping said, looking at her.

Without pausing, Qingyan said, "Making good relationships in the backyard is useful; we might end up working for someone else in the future."

She spoke lightly and naturally, only realizing after she finished that the other two were looking at her.

She glanced outside, and seeing no one was around, she spoke, "There's been some activity in the inner quarters lately. The Prince's health seems to be almost fully restored, but the Princess and the Prince haven't consummated their marriage yet..."

She stopped halfway through her sentence, but when she looked up and saw that neither of them understood what she meant, she began to explain, "You both see how much the Prince respects the Princess. Not to mention that the Princess is now in charge of the household, their relationship will become even closer after they sleep together. You don't know the power of pillow talk..."

She paused briefly as she spoke, "As you should know, it's the most common sight in the palace."

"Speaking lightly" refers to the power struggles within the palace, where the victor is not necessarily right and may be the one who whispers in the ear of the other's ear.

Xie Qingyu's gaze was thoughtful.

The woman in the backyard had an idea, and coincidentally, she had the same idea.

“What does that have to do with us? We serve in the front yard, and we have no say in the back yard,” Xinping said.

Ignoring the disappointed look on Qingyan's face, Xie Qingyu walked to Xinping's side and watched her start sewing shoes again.

"Sister Xinping's excellent skill in making insoles has been passed down to Changliu and Changfeng."

“Who says otherwise? I originally thought this girl was for the prince, but who knew she was given to both of them.” Qingyan chimed in.

Xinping, unfazed by their gazes, showed no remorse. "Why would Your Highness use such a thing? It's just sitting there anyway; it doesn't matter who uses it."

"My dear sister, when will you make me a pair of shoes?" Xie Qingyu reached out and shook Xinping's hand.

She casually remarked, "Kind-hearted Ping, please make me a pair too."

"Well, I'll make you the next pair. It's almost winter, so I'll make you a thick pair." Xinping awkwardly pulled her hand away.

Xie Qingyu smiled and let go, her fingertips still feeling the calluses on Xinping's palm from just now.

A thick layer of callus cannot be formed by simply sewing a few pairs of shoes.

"Then I'll thank you in advance, Sister Xinping," Xie Qingyu said with a smile.

"Then I thank Sister Xinping too~" Qingyan said playfully, mimicking Xie Qingyu's words, which made the two of them burst into laughter.

The three of them were making a ruckus in the side room, their laughter carrying far.

"What are you three ladies talking about that makes you so happy?" Changliu, standing at the door, suddenly asked with a smile.

"Is Your Highness back?" Xie Qingyu asked, straightening up.

"You're back. Qingyu, please serve some tea." Changliu bowed.

Upon hearing that the prince had returned, the three people in the side hall began to busy themselves.

The tea had been prepared in advance. Xie Qingyu carried the tea to the main hall, and on the way, she did not forget to ask the servant to bring some hot food from the kitchen.

They left before dawn and only returned at noon, so they must be hungry.