The cousin's family is extremely wealthy; she deserves to be a concubine.

"Miss, there's no one here. Would you like to get out of the carriage and walk around?" Chunyan had already circled the carriage twice and, after confirming that there was no danger, wanted to call her young lady down.

She came from a rural background and was not well-liked at home since childhood, but she knew that people needed to exercise more in order to stay healthy.

The girl's problem, to put it nicely, is a disease of the wealthy. If Chunyan were to say it, it's simply that she's been spoiled too much.

If you raise them like she does, and feed them well like a young girl, then after a month or two, they'll be able to walk several miles without any problem.

Unlike now, I'm breathless with every step, needing someone to help me wherever I go, I'm so precious.

"Alright, let's get off and stand for a bit. After sitting in the carriage for almost half a month, my bones are about to fall apart." Hua Sirong straightened her clothes slightly, then took a veil and covered her head before appearing at the edge of the carriage.

Chunyan gently placed her daughter on the ground while half-carrying her.

They chose an excellent parking spot; it was slightly elevated and somewhat secluded.

Aside from the slight discomfort of riding in a carriage, Hua Sirong quite enjoyed this kind of travel. Young women spend the first half of their lives at their parents' home and the second half at their husband's home, rarely having the opportunity to travel around.

"Why did the girl come down? It must have been Chunyan who egged her on."

"Young lady, you must be hungry. Hurry up and get in the carriage. This weather is awful; it's still a bit chilly outside. Take care of yourself."

Wang's mother felt that her daughter was like porcelain, and she was afraid that she would break at any time.

Hua Sirong glanced at the midday sun. The late spring chill meant it was cool in the mornings and evenings, but not so bad at midday.

However, there's a kind of coldness called "your mom thinks you're cold."

The three of them had lunch, and while cleaning up the mess, the mother chatted about the gossip she had just heard.

"In a little while, we'll continue north with the caravan and reach Huaqiao Town before dark. We'll find an inn there to rest for the night, and we can enter the south gate by noon tomorrow."

Although they traveled with the caravan, there were only a few women and children, so they were inevitably worried.

As they approached the capital, a rare smile appeared on his face.

"Mom, when we get to Huaqiao Town, let's ask around first, and then see if we should go directly into the town with the caravan."

For some reason, Hua Sirong's eyes were twitching violently, and her heart was racing. She thought it would be best to find a nearby temple to pray.

With joy in her heart, Wang's mother didn't pay much attention to what the girl said.

When they arrived in Huaqiao Town, they stayed at the same inn as the caravan. However, since the caravan was large and consisted entirely of men, they could make do with any large dormitory-style room.

But Hua Sirong couldn't do that. They were going to the Marquis's mansion tomorrow, so they had to make the most of the time to get ready. They asked for a good room and a bucket of hot water to wash up.

"Good Chunyan, here's two coins for you. Go outside and buy some snacks." Hua Sirong sent Chunyan away before sitting down in the side room to think.

My throat felt itchy, and I couldn't help but cough.

Wang's mother went to the kitchen to prepare food first. At this moment, she led the strong woman who was carrying water into the side room and heard Hua Sirong coughing.

"She must have caught a chill from the carriage ride at noon. When Chunyan comes back, I'll give her a piece of my mind." Madam Wang quickly handed her daughter some tea to soothe her throat.

"This is an old ailment of mine; I tend to cough easily in the spring. A sip of tea will calm me down; it's nothing serious. Mom and Auntie, go ahead and get busy. I want to keep this auntie here for a chat later."

Having no other choice, Wang's mother led the strong woman who was carrying water to set up the bath tub, and Hua Sirong kept her behind the screen to ask her questions.

"Is Auntie a local?" she asked, placing five copper coins on the coffee table.

"To answer your question, miss, I am a farmer from this area, and I have found a physically demanding job at the inn."

"Ahem, are there any famous temples or Taoist monasteries around here?" Hua Sirong counted out five more copper coins, which made the strong woman's heart flutter.

"Yes, yes. Besides the national beauty of peonies, the most famous thing in Huaqiao Town is Baiyun Temple."

The temple was built high and was perpetually shrouded in white mist. Many high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital were Buddhists, and also believed that Baiyun Temple was closest to the immortal, so they frequently came to pay their respects.

Although she was a laborer in the inn, she had seen many wealthy and powerful people.

In the village, she always felt superior to others.

"Auntie must have met many important people. I wonder which ones she still remembers? Tell me about them, so that I, a person from a small town, can broaden my horizons a little."

Not only did he present the woman with a gift, but he also counted out ten more copper coins, bringing the total to twenty copper coins on the coffee table, enough to cover the woman's wages for a day.

When the time comes to split the profits with the shopkeeper, she can keep half of it.

"I have had the honor of delivering hot water to the ladies of the General's Mansion, the Princess's Mansion, the Duke's Mansion, the Marquis's Mansion, and the Earl's Mansion." Those people were truly wealthy and powerful; she didn't dare to even look at them, for fear of being punished.

Even the maids serving her were all dressed in gold and silver, their gleam so bright it made her dizzy.

Moreover, the real master behind them is probably an extraordinary talent.

"Your inn is truly a treasure trove." This statement was ambiguous, but the woman was pleased to hear it.

Hua Sirong continued, "I wonder which family that Marquis's residence is? That Princess must be a celestial being. Cough cough, Auntie is so lucky to have seen such a celestial being."

Although Wang's mother didn't know what her daughter meant, she still brought the woman a small stool and sat down with her.

"What good fortune do I have? Miss is the truly blessed one." Her mouth was stretched so wide it was almost impossible to close.

Through the screen, she saw the young lady place another small ingot on the tea table. It wasn't a copper coin; it was at least a tael or two of real gold or silver.

I've really struck it rich today.

It's wonderful to meet such a generous person on a day that isn't a holiday or festival.

"The Princess is naturally as beautiful as a fairy." Unfortunately, she couldn't see her in person, so her boasting had no basis. She simply started talking about the Marquis's mansion, "That Marquis's mansion is quite interesting." As she spoke, she glanced at the pile of money again.

Hua Sirong smiled and took out a silver ingot from her sleeve, placing it aside instead of with the pile of copper coins.

The woman knew that this was a test of whether her next words were worth the silver ingot. She swallowed hard, bolstered her courage, and was determined to succeed!

"I remember it was last year, oh no, it's the year before last. The ladies of the Liguo Duke's Mansion and the Muqing Marquis's Mansion brought their young masters and ladies to Baiyun Temple to burn incense."

When they arrived, they stopped at our inn for a rest. The teacups they drank were brought by the distinguished guests themselves; they didn't need any of the common items provided by our inn.

"They all look like the same porcelain, I don't know what's so special about them." The last sentence was muttered by the strong woman herself, she probably still doesn't understand the elegance and charm behind it.

"Is it some kind of festival? So many distinguished guests have come to the temple to burn incense," Hua Sirong asked casually.

"I guess they were pretending to burn incense, but actually they wanted to find a match for the children of the two families." The woman was pleased with herself for being able to figure this out.

"Oh? What makes you say that? Is Baiyun Temple the most popular place for people seeking marriage?" Why would someone come all the way to Baiyun Temple to burn incense and pray to Buddha if it's just for matchmaking?

However, in this world, marriage is the most important thing for young people, so it's no wonder that people speculate about it.

"The fortune-telling at Baiyun Temple is certainly very accurate," the woman said sheepishly, but such a large temple couldn't possibly only offer one service.

"Anything else?" Wasn't it supposed to be interesting? That's it! Hua Sirong picked up the silver ingot and played with it in her hand.

"Later, the two young ladies seemed to have some conflict. I vaguely heard things like, 'Your family is just a marquis, yet you want to get related to a hereditary duke's family.'"

Anything beyond that was beyond the reach of a mere hanger-on.

After all, when a noble person goes out, there are so many people serving them in front and behind. How could she, an outsider, get close to them? If she offended the noble person's eyes, she would be punished with a beating.

Seeing that she couldn't find out anything more, Hua Sirong called out "Wang Mama" and got up to go to the back to wash up, leaving Wang Mama to take the money on the table and send the woman away.

The woman was overjoyed when she saw the small two taels of silver.

If this kind of good fortune happens a few more times, I can find a beautiful wife for my youngest son.

After locking the door, Wang's mother went to the next room to serve the girl.