The daughter of a noble family is reborn, and she is doted on by her godmother.

"What do you mean by that?" Yun Yuke remained expressionless, but her left hand, hidden under her sleeve, moved slightly, secretly grasping the small Emei dagger tied to her wrist.

Magistrate Wang remained the same as before, his face full of kindness and peace, stroking his beard as he walked down from the hall table.

"Our country does have regulations and rules regarding adoption. This child may be pitiful, but he still needs to have a formal household registration or something... Don't you think so, Boss Yun?"

Magistrate Wang smiled and softened his tone.

Yun Yuke stared at Magistrate Wang for a few seconds, then spoke calmly, her tone remaining largely unchanged, "Oh dear, thank you for reminding me. But, Xiaoya... how should we handle her situation? Xiaoya mentioned that she was adopted, but how was it registered before?"

"Oh, no rush, no rush, clerk, please give Boss Yun a proper introduction first." Magistrate Wang turned his back, and his clerk stepped forward.

The general idea is that adoption is subject to certain conditions: either it must be an adoption within the same clan or an adoption by a married couple.

In short, although the advisor did not say it explicitly, his words implied that Boss Yun, a single woman, was not qualified to adopt a young girl.

“Boss Yun, the magistrate previously asked me to investigate the deceased’s family. Although this little girl was indeed not registered in the household register, her kinship with her adoptive parents is indeed established… In this situation, she should be at the Ci’an Nursing Home in this county… The Ci’an Nursing Home in this county was established by Magistrate Wang, and the people who take care of the children are all good people…”

“Magistrate Wang is indeed a local official who cares for the people. He even takes care of such a small matter personally.” Yun Yuke had roughly guessed the intentions of the two men, so she didn’t waste any words. “Magistrate Wang, you might as well speak frankly. I do have a connection with this child and I am determined to adopt her. Just tell me what conditions you need me to meet.”

"Boss Yun is so generous!" Magistrate Wang, who had been listening in, finally spoke up.

"We're not deliberately making things difficult for Mr. Yun, but I do have a matter that I hope Mr. Yun can help with. In recent years, thanks to His Majesty's boundless grace, there have been many innovative measures in various aspects of people's livelihood, especially policies related to businessmen like Mr. Yun, which have been implemented in multiple ways. Everything else is easy to handle, but there is only one thing that is really giving this county a headache."

Yun Yuke replied, while keeping her eyes fixed on the other person.

"What is it? Please enlighten me?"

"Alas, this county is mostly agricultural, and there aren't many people engaged in commerce. The market isn't very prosperous either... Take, for example, your jewelry shop, Mr. Yuan. There are only two in this county... If..."

Yun Yuke, who had been holding her weapon in her left hand, felt relieved after hearing what the other party said.

"It's simple, just open another shop. I see that the streets of your county are bustling and prosperous, so I'm sure there's potential for this shop to thrive. Leave it to me."

"Good! Boss Yun is indeed a heroine among women, so straightforward! Advisor, quick, help Boss Yun organize the adoption documents and the girl's household registration documents."

Although she was essentially tied to a "pirate ship," Yun Yuke was quite adept at understanding the mentality of these people, especially when dealing with the government.

In recent years, judging from official government documents and announcements, the conditions and environment for doing business have indeed been relaxed a lot, and I, as a businessman, have earned more than before.

The county magistrate in front of us seems to be at a loss as to how to attract wealthy merchants to do business here, so he is making use of his status and the opportunity of adoption.

I was overthinking things and was too nervous before.

After completing the formalities, Yun Yuke returned to the back room to find Yun Qingjin.

However, saying that the relevant procedures have been completed doesn't mean it's done yet. After all, no contribution has been made to the county, and the other party is unlikely to offer any exchange terms.

The clerk looked apologetic, his expression no longer feigned as before, but genuinely sincere.

The problem this time lies with Tzu-An Orphanage: when processing adoption-related household registration documents, Tzu-An Orphanage needs to issue another relevant certificate.

"I forgot about that. Dean Liu from Ci'an Academy went to the capital to assist in a child trafficking case. He has the official seal, which is essential for the case. I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Yun. Dean Liu will be back in about a month. Why don't you come and pick it up then?"

The implication is: bring the money, open the shop, and the child's household registration will naturally be completed.

Yun Yuke didn't say much. Since she was being asked to take the child away, waiting a little longer wouldn't be a problem.

Back in the house, Yun Qingjin sat alone at the table, holding a piece of cloth and needle and thread in her hands, her fingers flying up and down with great dexterity.

Seeing Yun Yuke return, the little girl's face brightened considerably.

"Mother, have you finished your business? Can we go now?"

"Okay, that's basically it. Come on, Mom will take you to get something good to eat on this street, and then we'll hire a car to go back."

As she said this, Yun Yuke straightened up, making sure her line of sight was level with the girl in front of her.

She was holding a piece of cloth in her hand, which already had a few red stains on it.

"Qingqing, what's that in your hand?"

Yun Qingjin held up the fabric in her hand like a treasure, "The wait for Mother has been a bit long, so I wanted to embroider a purse for her, but I'm a bit slow and have only embroidered a little bit."

Yun Yuke took the piece of fabric and embroidered a small petal the size of a fingernail on it with red silk thread. Although the stitches and shape were still a bit immature, the result in half a day was quite good for a five-year-old child.

"Qingqing, that's wonderful! But you're so young, how can you embroider?"

Yun Qingjin nodded. "My foster mother asked me to help her. She occasionally does some embroidery and forced me to learn, so I know a little bit."

This statement is partly true and partly false; the truth is that her former foster mother did indeed force her to do embroidery.

The fake part is that when Yun Qingjin was being trained to be a "skinny horse" (a term for a woman of thinness and beauty), she practiced needlework every day, and after getting married, she was forced by her husband's strange relatives to embroider a lot of things.

When her ex-husband's grandmother celebrated her birthday, she had to embroider a whole set of quilt covers, tiger-head hats and boots for other families' newborns, and matching items for relatives' weddings and funerals. Everything from top to bottom, inside and out, was handled by Xie Mingjin herself.

That's why it's quite easy for an experienced embroiderer to pass as a novice.

"Qingqing, can you tell your mother that you like embroidery?"

Yun Qingjin lowered her head. "I don't know either, my eyes just hurt. That person always said that embroidery could help supplement the family income, and if I learned it early, I could earn more money when I grew up."

I've been embroidering this for over a decade across two lifetimes, and I'm already tired of it.

“If your eyes hurt, we won’t embroider anymore. Later, Mom will teach you to write, so you won’t have to use an embroidery needle. I will also teach you all my skills. I have a younger brother, according to seniority… you should call him uncle. He’s not here now, but in a few months when he comes back from his business trip, he’ll have all those martial arts skills. You can learn whatever you want.”

"At worst, we can open an embroidery workshop, treat the embroiderers well, and buy their work. We won't have to bother ourselves."

After speaking confidently, Yun Yuke carefully put away the unfinished fabric, smiled and stood up, "You want to embroider a purse for your mother? I appreciate your kindness. But we have to leave now. When we get home, you can finish embroidering the purse or just leave it as is, it's up to you."

"Now, Qingqing, let's go home. Time to get ready for some good days!"