After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

Jiang Wenqing, who was easygoing, boarded the ship with a filter that Mr. Sun had forcibly added to his mind.

As Mr. Sun said, the cabin he was assigned was very small, only big enough to fit a bed and a table and chairs for eating and writing.

Before the luggage was moved in, the empty space seemed a bit larger, but after the luggage was moved in, there was no room to even step.

This is not much different from the partitioned rooms where seven or eight people share a room in later generations. The rooms are also separated by wooden walls, and the sound insulation is very poor.

Mr. Sun and Butler Wen lived in the double room next door. Although it was a double room, it was the same size as Jiang Wenqing's single room.

It's just that there's an extra bed. The two beds are placed against the wall on the left and right sides, so there's no need for tables and chairs.

This was the treatment given to the officials' stewards and secretaries; the servants and attendants below could only sleep on the large communal bed on the lower level, which was closer to the bottom of the ship and therefore more damp.

After tidying everything up, Jiang Wenqing took out the fishing rod he had bought on the way and touched it; it was clear he was itching to try it.

The top deck of the official ship was reserved for the Fourth Prince and Minister Wu. Although Minister Wu was in charge, there was a distinction between the emperor and his subject, so his treatment and pomp along the way were actually inferior to Zhao Hongsheng's.

Minister Wu himself did not care; the size of the room and whether the carriage was spacious were minor matters.

As long as the Fourth Prince doesn't cause trouble, he can stay in the cabins of the minor officials.

We've traveled halfway, and so far it seems the Fourth Prince hasn't caused any trouble yet.

For some reason, Minister Wu still felt uneasy. The Fourth Prince was being quiet; was he perhaps planning something big?

The Fourth Prince hasn't actually caused any major trouble lately; he's just rescued a few handsome young boys on the road.

They had been with him all the way, and now they were on the ship, where he served them in the Fourth Prince's own enormous cabin.

Xiao Dezi thought his master felt that he didn't have enough servants to take with him on this trip. But he never expected that his master would buy these people and not let them do any heavy or tiring work. Instead, he put them all in his cabin to serve him personally.

This made him, who used to be the most trusted by his master, feel jealous, but he didn't dare to cause trouble for these people in private.

Among these people, there was one who was quite cunning. He couldn't make his intentions too obvious, lest the other party turn around and bite him.

Over the past few days, he has come to understand that his master doesn't particularly like these boys, but only because they have one thing in common.

They are all twelve years old this year, and they all look somewhat like that young master Jiang, especially the most scheming one, who looks six or seven parts like him.

If they put some effort into the makeup and found a skilled makeup artist, they might be able to pass for the real thing.

Is it because you can't find Young Master Jiang right now, so you're using this person to ease your longing?

Then I must not act rashly. This person cannot be touched for the time being, at least not until we find Young Master Jiang!

If Jiang Xiaoqi knew that Zhao Hongsheng was playing the "substitute literature" game on the official ship, he would probably be so disgusted that he would skip three meals.

"Master, what is this...?"

Xiao Dezi composed himself and calmly returned to his master's spacious cabin.

I was stunned by what I saw as soon as I entered. What was going on?

Five or six boys dressed in gauze skirts and with their hair styled in girlish buns...?

They stood in a row, their similar faces displaying the same tension and shyness, all receiving the scrutiny of the Fourth Prince, Zhao Hongsheng.

This was the first time in their lives they had ever worn women's clothing, and also the first time in their lives they had ever boarded such a luxurious ship.

And the one who brought all of this together was this nobleman in front of us, who was imposing, generous, and handsome.

Even though they felt a little embarrassed, all those days of fine clothes, delicious food, and luxurious accommodations were real. Compared to that, they felt that dignity was the least important thing.

Born into the lowest social class, they are not worthy of talking about the word "dignity" from birth.

Can dignity feed us? Can dignity clothe us? Can dignity provide us with shelter?

No, nothing at all.

When have they ever eaten such pure white rice, or ever eaten a whole pot of meat to their heart's content?

The gauze dress they were wearing was indeed women's clothing, but it felt like the finest material. The value of this one dress was probably enough for them to live on for several years.

"Hmm? Xiao Dezi is back. Come here, help me see which one looks the best."

Xiao Dezi was only shocked for a moment before recovering and carefully examining the clothes of the group.

Only then did they realize that these were not the ones prepared by the palace. That makes sense, those precious items were only for Young Master Jiang.

How can these peasants compare to Young Master Jiang? He himself is a young scholar who passed the imperial examinations with top honors, and many of his elders hold official positions. He is not someone that just anyone can compare to.

Although Xiao Dezi didn't have any feelings for Jiang Xiaoqi before, there's no harm without comparison.

These figures are realistic, but they can't imitate the air of Young Master Jiang.

It's easy to resemble them in appearance, but difficult to capture their spirit. These people are illiterate, vulgar, and even less capable than this eunuch.

But he couldn't say that, or his master would be angry.

Xiao Dezi randomly pointed to someone and said, "This one looks quite pleasing to the eye; he has the air of an old friend."

Xiao Dezi wasn't entirely against his conscience; this man's appearance was second only to that scheming man, and he also resembled Young Master Jiang by four or five points.

If it could get the master to pay some attention to other people, it would be better than having that scheming man get the exclusive favor.

"Oh?"

Zhao Hongsheng followed Xiao Dezi's gaze and indeed felt that this person's temperament was more similar.

Hmm, one looks similar, and the other has a similar temperament. It would be great if they could both be found in the same person.

Xiao Dezi seemed to have seen through Zhao Hongsheng's thoughts, so he had no choice but to speak again.

"Master, that man's heroic bearing is something that others possess, and it would be a blessing from heaven if they could even have a fraction of it. How can you be so greedy as to want to go for everything?"

Zhao Hongsheng was taken aback, then slightly raised the corners of his mouth and nodded, clearly agreeing with Xiao Dezi's statement.

Xiao Dezi is right. These people are blessed by God to be even a fraction like him. How can they expect to have it all?

Seeing his master's relief, Xiao Dezi secretly felt smug.

When it comes to understanding one's master, he's second to none.

Want to compete for favor? These people are still too green; they're just playthings for their master when he's bored.

Once they find Young Master Jiang, these people will return to their original places, going back to where they came from!

Despite Xiao Dezi's wariness of these people, he harbors no ill will towards Jiang Xiaoqi.

After all, in the minds of eunuchs, people were clearly divided into different classes.

The royal family was of course the highest, followed by princes and nobles, and finally, officials appointed by the court.

Farmers, workers, and merchants were all beneath Xiao Dezi's notice, let alone these few slaves he had bought.

He may have forgotten for a moment that he was also a "slave," and a castrated slave at that. Who was more noble than whom?

Jiang Wenqing lay on the hard bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The sound of Butler Wen snoring came from outside the wooden wall, rising and falling, making him feel irritable.

I never knew that the housekeeper snores so loudly at home. How can anyone stand it?

Mr. Sun is in the same room as Butler Wen. I guess he's just as disturbed as I am, having trouble sleeping.

Mr. Sun, wearing homemade earplugs: Thank you for your concern, I've fallen asleep successfully~