The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

"..."

Li Anqi didn't say anything and continued walking forward.

She suddenly turned around, slowly bowed, and said.

"Thank you for untying the knot, young master."

He then turned and left again.

Watching Li Anqi's slender figure slowly walk away.

The man's smile froze, his thoughts wandering for a moment. When he came to his senses, he saw the crescent-colored camellia purse on the ground.

He picked up the purse and opened the seal.

It contains freshly picked camellias.

He lowered his head to smell the fragrance, and once again broke into a bright smile.

Li Anqi's heart was pounding like a deer's.

Seeing her young mistress's strange expression, Qiuyue couldn't help but ask, "Miss, is your face so red because it's too cold?"

Li Anqi shook his head and walked straight back the way he came.

Qiuyue followed behind her.

"Tell me, besides our Jingguo Mansion, who else from Qingyun Temple comes here?"

Qiuyue replied, “Ordinary people come to burn incense and worship the gods, but they can’t get deep inside. I’ve heard some of the old ladies say that after the New Year, some young masters and nobles from the capital also come to Qingyun Temple. I’ve met them a few times before, but I don’t know who they are. I just noticed that their clothes and appearance are not like those of ordinary people.”

"..."

"Miss, did you encounter someone?" Qiuyue asked cautiously.

Li Anqi did not answer, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "Do not tell anyone about what happened today."

"Yes!" Qiuyue replied decisively.

Back in his room, Li Anqi kept replaying the scene that had just happened in the camellia garden in his mind.

If this era is likened to a harsh winter, I wonder if I can be like a camellia, enduring the cold and blooming brilliantly in the snow...

Zhilan brought over a cup of freshly brewed black tea and handed it to Li Anqi.

"Outside the east wall of Qingyun Temple, there is a horse racing track. A horse race is held every year at this time, and most of the participants are princes and nobles from the capital. The eldest son will also participate tomorrow. If the young lady wants to go, she can ask the old lady to make an exception and let her go and have some fun."

Li Anqi lowered his head.

She didn't have many opportunities to leave the mansion to begin with.

This was the first time since I transmigrated that I had the opportunity to participate in such an event for nobles and celebrities.

Li Anqi couldn't help but feel curious.

"Would you like to go, Miss?" Zhilan leaned closer and asked softly.

Li Anqi nodded.

Zhilan smiled and said, "This servant will go and ask the old lady to make an exception. I'm sure the old lady won't make things difficult for me."

The old lady readily agreed to Li Anqi's request.

The next day, after the sacrificial ceremony at Qingyun Temple, Li Anqi went to the racecourse.

There is a wide dirt road in the middle of the racecourse, with grandstands on both sides. The grandstands are divided into two levels. The upper level is occupied by women, and the lower level is occupied by men. There are tables and chairs in the middle, and tea sets are provided on the tables.

The horses used in the races were all brought by the participants themselves.

Each horse was a tall, fine steed, with bright saddles and tails decorated with colorful ribbons.

Li Anqi found a corner on the second floor of the left-hand stands and carefully looked around.

Those who come to this racecourse are all dressed in fine clothes.

Most of the participants in the horse race are young men, all of whom come from distinguished families, and they are preparing at the starting line.

The spectators in the stands were almost all accompanied by one or two attendants.

Most of the male spectators on the first floor were spoiled brats who were stirring up trouble.

The girls on the second floor were mostly young, unmarried ladies, and most of them were sizing up the dashing young men.

"Auntie, who is that person?" a familiar voice rang out.

Li Anqi looked in the direction of the voice and found that the person sitting in front of him was Li Baoqin.

Li Baoqin's eyes were bright as she stared intently at the man in black robes riding a black horse on the field.

“Replying to Miss, that is Prince Xiao,” Bao Qiao replied softly.

Xiao Wang?

Li Anqi looked at the dashing man.

Unexpectedly, he was the owner of that blue sedan chair.

The Prince of Xiao had a gentle and approachable appearance, but there was a hint of sharp killing intent in his eyes.

He truly deserves to be called a commander of ten thousand troops who rose to fame at a young age.

Li Baoqin certainly has a good eye, it's just a pity...

"Unfortunately... he has already married the princess of Nanxia as his queen."

Although Li Baoqin said that, her gaze never left Xiao Wang.

Li Anqi knew that it wasn't surprising that Li Baoqin knew about this, since it wasn't a secret in the capital.

Bao Qiao sensed the regret in Li Baoqin's words and continued.

“After all, Prince Xiao is a prince, so it’s inevitable that he would have three wives and four concubines. Even his concubines are not inferior in status to the principal wives of ordinary noble families.”

Li Baoqin shook her head and bit her lip, saying, "I absolutely don't want those men with three wives and four concubines. What I want is one man for life!"

Bao Qiao looked troubled and whispered a reproach, "Miss is talking nonsense again!"

Li Anqi looked towards the starting line and was surprised to find the man she had met at the Camellia Garden yesterday among the participants.

He rode a white horse, exuding elegance, his bright smile as warm as the sun in the sky, and Li Anqi couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

"That's the Ninth Prince, Ling Ye, who is nineteen years old and still unmarried," Zhilan whispered to Li Anqi.

Li Anqi's ears turned red, and his heart skipped a few beats.

Li Anxiu, dressed in a blue brocade robe, mounted his horse and rode Wumei Treading Snow to the starting line.

In terms of appearance, Li Anxiu was not bad either. Moreover, he was only eighteen years old this year, in the prime of his youth, which attracted the attention of many girls in the stands.

"Brother! Go, brother! Woohoo!"

Upon seeing Li Anxiu appear, Li Baoqin cupped her hands into a megaphone and cheered loudly for him.

All eyes at the racetrack were on Li Baoqin.

Many young ladies whispered among themselves, their opinions of Li Baoqin unknown.

Bao Qiao's face turned ashen as she advised, "Don't shout, Miss, please be mindful of your manners!"

Li Baoqin ignored Bao Qiao's words.

She only listens to what she wants to hear, and naturally ignores everything else.

Li Anxiu, with his elegant and refined demeanor, smiled slightly at Li Baoqin.

"Go for it, brother! I support you!"

Li Baoqin stood up and waved to Li Anxiu with a smile.

"Miss! Miss!"

Bao Qiao grabbed Li Anqi's arm, trying to dissuade him, but her toes unconsciously tightened, almost tearing her shoes apart.

Xiao Wang Lingluo also saw Li Baoqin.

Just then, Li Anxiu happened to be right next to him, and Xiao Wang turned to chat with Li Anxiu for a few words.

Li Anxiu responded to Xiao Wang with a smile, and then made a "shh" gesture to Li Baoqin.

Ling Ye naturally noticed Li Baoqin's conspicuous bag as well.

When his gaze fell in the direction of Li Baoqin.

Just for a moment.

He then recognized the person behind Li Baoqin.

The girl who picked flowers in the snow garden yesterday.