Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Song Wenjie led the way with ease, and Zhao Lian followed behind.

Zhao Lian originally wanted to go alone, but after thinking it over, she decided to let him lead the way.

Since I'm not familiar with the capital, it's better to save myself the trouble of asking for directions since someone is willing to show me the way.

This house is in a different direction from the Tong residence; one is on East Street, and the other is on West Street, about two or three miles apart.

The two walked quickly, probably for just over fifteen minutes, and finally Song Wenjie stopped in front of a grand mansion.

"arrive!"

Looking at the vermilion gate in front of me, with its pure copper door knocker, it looked grand and imposing.

The words "He Mansion" were carved on the gate, looking vigorous and powerful. Judging from the grandeur of the gate alone, the interior decoration must be no less impressive than that of the Tong Mansion. Zhao Lian looked incredulous: "You mean this is the house that the Emperor bestowed upon me?"

Song Wenjie raised an eyebrow: "What~ don't you believe me?"

As far as he knew, the house was purchased by Gao Lian'an in his earlier years, and it was decorated in an extremely luxurious manner.

After the Empress Dowager's power collapsed, the Emperor took the opportunity to confiscate Gao Lian'an's house.

Even the words "He Mansion" on the gate were carved on later.

As for whether anything had changed inside, he wasn't quite sure.

However, one thing is certain: there are no antique decorations inside, so the decor will likely remain unchanged.

Song Wenjie reminded her, "If you don't believe me, try opening the door with your key!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lian remembered that she had a key and quickly took it out.

Just as Zhao Lian was about to insert the key into the keyhole, the door opened, revealing an old man in his sixties.

The old man paused for a moment when he saw the two people at the door. He looked at Zhao Lian, then realized what was happening and said with a look of surprise, "Are you Miss Zhao Lian? My name is Uncle Hong, and I'm the doorman here. I'm so glad to finally meet you."

"You know me?" Zhao Lian asked in surprise.

"Of course I know him. I also know that he is General Song, who is now the Nine Gates Admiral!" As he spoke, Uncle Hong took out a portrait from his pocket.

"Miss, look!"

It turns out that the portrait depicts Zhao Lian.

The small nose and eyes looked very lively, and there was three parts gentleness and seven parts coquettishness between the eyebrows. It looked lifelike, and it can be seen that this person has good painting skills.

Zhao Lian was stunned. She had no idea who had drawn her portrait. And she had no idea she was so beautiful.

"Uncle Hong, who gave you this portrait?"

Before she could finish speaking, Uncle Hong laughed and said, "Miss, it's so sunny here, don't stand outside, come in quickly!" After saying that, Uncle Hong turned his head and shouted loudly inside, "Huang Ma, come out quickly, Miss is here."

"Hey, it's coming!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a dark-skinned, sturdy middle-aged woman came running out, followed by several maids who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old.

Seeing Huang Ma running all the way, several maids also followed Huang Ma with small, quick steps.

Huang Ma, with her round face and smiling eyes, looked at them with a joyful expression: "Miss, my name is Huang Ma, I am the head nanny here. You all quickly introduce yourselves." As she spoke, she winked at them.

Several young maids greeted her respectfully, "Miss, my name is Cuiyu~"

"My name is Yin Hong~"

My name is Yang Liu~

"How old are you?" Zhao Lian couldn't help but ask, looking at the girls' youthful faces.

Yin Hong spoke up: "Replying to Miss, I am 15 years old."

I'm 14 years old.

I'm almost 14 years old too.

The oldest of the three is Yin Hong, while the other two are about the same size.

Unexpectedly, the Emperor not only bestowed upon her a house, but also assigned her a maid, which really caught Zhao Lian off guard.

Zhao Lian turned to Uncle Hong and said, "Uncle Hong, you still haven't told me who painted this portrait?"

Uncle Hong said mysteriously, "Miss, this portrait was brought over by Eunuch Cao from the Imperial Household Department today. According to him, it was painted by the Emperor himself."

Zhao Lian exclaimed in surprise, "Painted by the Emperor? The Emperor's painting skills are truly remarkable."

Zhao Lian never imagined that this was actually painted by the Emperor, and that he had painted her so beautifully.

Thinking of the portrait from earlier, Song Wenjie seemed a little uncomfortable and said sourly, "I don't think the painting is very good. It doesn't look like you at all. What's so good about you? The girl in that painting is much prettier than you!"

Zhao Lian rolled her eyes at him: "Tch! Simple-minded and all brawn and no brains, what do you know!"

Once you enter the courtyard, you'll find yourself in a garden. This garden is quite large, with pavilions and towers, and even artificial hills. All sorts of flowers and plants are blooming in abundance right now.

As Huang Ma walked, she said, "Miss, knowing you were coming today, I specially made some white fungus and lotus seed soup to cool you down and quench your thirst. Yin Hong, hurry up and get that white fungus soup."

"Hey~"

Silver-red ran off with quick, light steps.

Zhao Lian was surprised again; how did Huang Ma know she would be coming today? But considering that Eunuch Cao had brought the portrait, it wasn't hard to understand.

Zhao Lian strolled around the garden, passed through a hanging flower gate, arrived at the long corridor, and walked along the corridor to the flower hall.

It must be said that the decoration here is indeed magnificent, and the furniture is all made of Phoebe zhennan wood, and they are all complete sets.

This is a three-courtyard house, with a flower hall and side rooms in each courtyard, totaling six side rooms. There is also a backyard with a row of servants' quarters.

Zhao Lian went into the side room to take a look. The room was quite spacious, and it was fully equipped with a bed and cabinets. Everything that needed to be prepared had been provided.

Zhao Lian was very satisfied. Now that's good, there will be enough room for her grandmother and the others to come and stay.

"Miss, Lord Song, this is white fungus and lotus seed soup. Please try it."

To be honest, in her previous life, Zhao Lian hated drinking this stuff the most, but unexpectedly, after transmigrating here, she actually found it delicious and ate two big bowls in one go.

After eating the sweet soup, Zhao Lian asked Yin Hong and the others to clean the house again when they had time, saying that they would be moving in soon.

Aunt Huang patted her chest and said, "Miss, don't worry, I'll have them clean this place again later."

Seeing that it was still early, Zhao Lian went to Shuntian Prefecture. Earlier, Eunuch Liang from the Imperial Household Department had told Zhao Lian to take the imperial edict to Shuntian Prefecture to collect the land deed.

"Are you Miss Zhaolian?" Liu, the registrar of Shuntian Prefecture, took the imperial edict and household registration book from Zhaolian's hand, looked at them carefully several times, and then looked at her with a scrutinizing expression.

Zhao Lian's eyes were piercing: "That's right! I will never change my name or surname. I am Zhao Lian, without a doubt!"

After looking at Zhao Lian for a while, Liu, the registrar, turned around and said, "Liang San, quick! Go to the magistrate and get Zhao Lian's portrait."

"Yes~"

A yamen runner went out, and when he returned, he had a portrait in his hand.

Unexpectedly, this portrait was almost identical to the one in Uncle Hong's hand. Needless to say, it must have been given by the Emperor again.

Finally, after confirming that Zhao Lian was indeed her, Liu, the registrar, processed the land deed for her.

Holding the stack of land deeds in her hand, Zhao Lian was thrilled. This was a hundred acres of fertile land! She never imagined that she would not only own a large house, but also be a proper landlady.