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

Hua Sirong glared at He Zhizhu with annoyance, "You were the one who just persuaded me to be your concubine, weren't you?" You and your parents are birds of a feather, don't try to flatter me and lower my guard.

He Zhizhu pouted, "Who told you to be so beautiful? You just happened to be the object of that man's affections." Even though he had been married before, that man didn't mind!

Hua Sirong: "The world is so vast, there's no shortage of beauties. I'm hardly even in the running. Your Marquis's mansion is so wealthy and powerful, just go ahead and search for them. Not to mention one, you could have ten or eight, and none of them would be the same."

Did she think she was a newbie who had just left the beginner village? Her father's friend sent her father all sorts of "skinny horses" every year, and she had secretly seen them before; those were truly exquisite beauties who had been carefully trained.

Standing is beautiful, sitting is beautiful.

A smile is beautiful, and a still smile is beautiful too.

It's a pity that her father sent her away right afterward, otherwise her family could have saved a few prostitutes.

He Zhizhu shook her head, "Other people aren't related to my family at all, so how could I trust them as much as you?"

Hua Sirong: ...Hehe! I thank you for eight generations of your ancestors.

He Zhizhu also felt that she was being dishonest and that it was beneath the dignity of a well-bred young lady. "Never mind, I'll think of another way. I think what you said earlier, about solving the problem at its root, is quite correct."

Hua Sirong held a small round fan in her hand, and gently patted He Zhizhu's forehead with the fan surface. "Do you know what you look like right now?"

He Zhizhu was stunned. "What does it resemble?" Then, thinking about what she had done today, she, who had seen the world in her previous life, could only think of the madam of Chunfeng Tower!

"Hua Sirong!" He Zhizhu was furious and called her by her full name.

Hua Sirong saw that He Zhizhu's face was no longer mature and calculating, so she stopped and reached out her devilish hand to pinch her still slightly chubby cheeks.

"That's more like it. It looks much better now. You're so young and you have so many worries. Aren't you afraid of aging prematurely?"

He Zhizhu felt that Hua Sirong had taken advantage of her and harassed her, but she had no evidence.

Please, what they're talking about is very serious and earnest, okay?

He Zhizhu was so angry that she turned into a pufferfish, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face. "Of course you're not worried. After all, the Marquis's mansion isn't your home, and the person who got into trouble isn't someone close to you."

Even though my family had a crisis, you still ate and drank as usual. In the end, by a twist of fate, you even became a person of high status.

Hua Sirong wasn't going to tolerate this ungrateful brat. "Your whole family is going to send me off to be someone's concubine. Do you expect me to be grateful?"

"Don't glare at me. Since you've told me such an important secret, I'll kindly offer you a few more words."

"There are still three years before our wedding. In that time, I'm afraid we won't be able to come up with a good solution. You had a prophetic dream yesterday, and now you're rushing to find a way to break the curse? Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

Aren't you afraid of overstepping your bounds and making things worse?

I advise you to carefully consider your prophetic dream and write down the important parts so you don't forget them.

Of course, the best way is to persuade your father to give up his efforts to help the emperor rise to power. If that doesn't work, you can always try to sabotage things. It's difficult to accomplish something great, but it's much easier to ruin it.

Why must we reach a conclusion today?

Humans are the most fickle of people. They might agree to something you do today, but change their minds tomorrow.

For example, me, and your father.

Upon reflection, He Zhizhu realized that she had indeed been too hasty. If she had a plan in mind, she might have locked herself in her own courtyard and secretly plotted something.

Why would they so simply and crudely expose their trump cards to their prey?

He Zhizhu covered her mouth, wishing she could turn back time and beat her previous reckless self to death. She was just too big for her britches.

Hua Sirong: "Regret it now? Too late."

"However, you've been pampered since childhood and haven't suffered much hardship, which is understandable." The first thing they did was come to me, this pawn, simply because they thought I was easy to manipulate.

Even He Zhizhu, who has been reborn, still believes that I am the easiest to bully.

The "lucky" second half of my life that she spoke of was nothing more than a stroke of good fortune because I was born with a good face; it had absolutely nothing to do with who I am.

But this is for the best; it's better than the enemy being in the dark while we are in the light.

He Zhizhu had a strong urge to confide, but she couldn't just reveal her secret to anyone, so she shamelessly continued to ask, "My cousin is right. The greatest hardship I've ever suffered in my life was probably being exiled and not being able to ride in a carriage."

Since you understand me, then tell me, should I tell my parents about this or not?

Hua Sirong gave her a look that said, "What do you think?"

He Zhizhu looked distressed. "If my mother finds out, the inner quarters of the Marquis's mansion will definitely be in chaos. If my father finds out, I'm afraid he'll act even more recklessly."

And then there's my grandmother. Even though she doesn't usually get involved in anything, she's completely loyal to my father.

Hua Sirong's eyes blinked. Her little cousin looked like she had lived two lives, and she was still as innocent and cute as ever, but her mind was always sharp.

"It's alright. Cousin, go back and think it over carefully. Is it appropriate to let more people know about what the prophet said in his dream? Will it arouse the suspicion of others? If it endangers your safety, then we must be cautious."

Hua Sirong had a "I'm doing this for your own good, cousin" look on her face, which made He Zhizhu feel like she had found someone to lean on.

Hua Sirong added, "If you have any questions, cousin, just come to Qingwu Courtyard to find me. Even if you move to Qingwu Courtyard, I will still welcome you with open arms."

He Zhizhu looked delighted. "My cousin still loves me the most. Heaven knows how much I would have suffered if I had kept this to myself. Choosing to tell my cousin first was definitely the best thing I ever did."

Hua Sirong sipped her tea to hide the slight smile on her lips. "Cousin, don't just be happy. There are no secrets that stay hidden forever. If you don't keep your mouth shut, you'd better try to stay home as much as possible."

He Zhizhu: "Why?"

Hua Sirong said earnestly, "Think about it, if other people knew that you could have prophetic dreams, wouldn't everyone want to ask you something in order to get a glimpse of the future?"

"Things like which family the sisters will marry into in the future, whether they are living a comfortable life, and how many children they will have. Of course, these are all minor matters."

Having just calmed down, He Zhizhu asked blankly, "Then what is a big deal?"

Hua Sirong said with a mix of helplessness and worry, "I just gave you some pointers, but you didn't listen! Of course, it's about your life and fortune."

Think about it, if those big shots found out you could have prophetic dreams, wouldn't they lock you up and make you carefully recall what happened in your past life, especially those things that were directly related to their interests?

If you can't remember or don't know, won't they think you're making excuses and don't want to talk, and then they'll torture you to extract a confession?

Of course, even if you tell the truth, they might not believe you, and might even continue to torture you to verify the truthfulness of your words.