The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Li Anqi said to Li Baoqin.

"Last winter, on my sister's way to Shuyunzhai, her sedan chair carriers accidentally bumped into the prince. So my sister wrote a letter asking the prince to teach the sedan chair carriers a lesson. It was nothing serious."

"That's it?" Li Baoqin breathed a sigh of relief. "It really isn't a big deal."

"Miss Qi subdued those sedan bearers in public, salvaged the reputation of the Jingguo Mansion, wrote a letter to me to apologize, gave me a way out, and finally asked me to teach them a lesson. She gave me face while also making an example of them to punish those arrogant and unreasonable madmen in the capital."

Xiao Wang looked at Li Anqi with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"I admire you greatly and have always wanted to meet Miss Qi. I never expected that I would only have this opportunity today."

"It's just teaching the sedan chair carriers a lesson, why make such a fuss?" Li Baoqin's tone was tinged with jealousy.

Li Anqi nodded: "Your Highness is too kind. I just stumbled upon this by accident."

The Prince smiled slightly and prepared charcoal to brew tea.

Seeing Li Baoqin glaring at him, Li Anqi continued, "I've long heard that my elder sister and the prince are on good terms. Seeing them today, I can see for myself."

Li Baoqin was furious.

"What do you mean 'ordinary'?! Who are you mocking? My relationship with Ling Luo is none of your business to judge!"

Xiao Wang smiled slightly, leaned over and whispered in Li Baoqin's ear, "The 'spot' she was referring to is the 'spot' in 'freckle'."

When Xiao Wang came so close, Li Baoqin's ears turned red, and she only replied in a sweet voice, "Oh."

Outside the window, a cacophony of voices rose and fell, growing louder and louder as it approached.

Li Anqi went to the window and looked down at the street.

It was Ling Ye, leading his army out of the capital.

Ling Ye was tall and agile, wearing general's armor with a sword at his waist.

He was still riding that white steed.

Her dashing and heroic figure seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

Hearing the noise, Li Baoqin also crouched down by the window.

"It's Ninth Master, he's about to go to war!" Li Baoqin turned to Prince Xiao and said, "Aren't you going to see him off?"

Prince Xiao calmly sipped his tea and smiled, "I already held a farewell banquet for him yesterday."

Li Anqi was lost in thought and murmured in a voice only he could hear, "May Ninth Master return in triumph and return victorious soon."

As if she had heard what she said, Ling Ye immediately spotted Li Anqi leaning against the window.

His smile was radiant, just like that first winter day when we met.

The difference is that he is now wearing silver armor, riding a fine horse, and leading tens of thousands of soldiers out of the city, looking very imposing.

Li Anqi smiled broadly and waved.

The red and black lacquered tamarind bracelet glittered in the sun.

Sunlight streamed through the girl's wispy hair, illuminating her eyes and lips with a gentle curve, as if all the beauty in the world had frozen in that moment.

As Xiao Wang turned his head, he happened to see this scene, and the teacup he had just put to his lips froze in mid-air.

Ling Ye laughed, then suddenly squeezed his legs together: "Giddy up!"

The white horse suddenly galloped off.

He must go and return as soon as possible.

As Li Anqi watched Ling Ye's figure gradually disappear, the smile on his face also vanished.

"Ling Luo, do you think Ling Ye might never come back? What if he dies on the battlefield?!"

Li Baoqin turned around and asked the Prince Xiao, who was drinking tea.

The Prince looked straight ahead and did not reply.

Upon hearing Li Baoqin's words, Li Anqi's previously joyful heart instantly plummeted into an icy abyss, leaving him inexplicably distressed.

"Your Highness, my elder sister, Anqi is not feeling well and will be returning home first."

Xiao Wang glanced at her, then looked straight ahead again.

"Then you can go back now, I won't see you off," Li Baoqin said.

Li Anqi lowered his head to hide his unpleasant expression, bowed to the two men, and left.

Winter is here, and it's time to draw the Nine-Nine Cold-Dispelling Chart again.

December and January are filled with festivals, and the period around the Lunar New Year is the busiest time in the inner courtyard of the mansion.

Zuo Siyun had only been married into the Jingguo Mansion for a short time and was not yet familiar with many things, so she would often make mistakes, but neither the old lady nor Li Miao pursued the matter too much.

Strangely, after a few months, Zuo Siyun was no longer as lively and vibrant as when she first entered the mansion. She was preoccupied and looked haggard.

Zuo Siyun reduced Li Anqi's and his half-sisters' and half-brothers' monthly allowances to one tael each, and even their food, clothing, and daily necessities were greatly reduced by Zuo Siyun.

In Li Anqi's room at dusk on a day with light snow.

Zhilan was adding charcoal to the stove when the thick smoke from the black charcoal choked her eyes and throat, causing her to cough a few times.

"Cough cough..."

Zhilan fanned the smoke in front of her eyes, looked at Qiuyue and Liuyun who were sewing clothes, and smiled gently.

"Fortunately, Miss's cotton-padded coat from last year isn't too old, so it should be manageable this winter."

Li Anqi looked at the three people's thin clothes and felt a little guilty.

Liu Yun slammed the needle and thread in her hand onto her leg in frustration, and said indignantly.

"I thought our young mistress was a virtuous lady, but I never expected her to be like this!"

"Miss hasn't even said anything yet, and you've already said too much." Qiuyue nudged Liuyun. "Say less."

"But!" Liu Yun stood up anxiously, his face contorted with distress. "Our young lady has never suffered such injustice in her life. How can anyone bear this?!"

After saying this, Liuyun put down her clothes and needlework, and ran out crying.

Seeing a hint of worry in Li Anqi's eyes, Zhilan said softly to her, "This servant will go out and take a look."

"Go."

About half an hour later, Zhilan hurriedly returned.

"Second Miss, something terrible has happened. Just now, Liuyun went to see the young mistress, hoping to ask her to grant you some winter clothes for this year, but she was sent away by the young mistress. However, she was called back halfway there, and it was said that she stole something from the young mistress's room."

"What is that?" Li Anqi stood up.

"Wan Jin Hong. It was Fang'er, the young mistress's maid, who personally searched Liu Yun's body."

“She’s one of my people, she would never do such a thing.” Li Anqi quickly put on his cloak. “Come with me and see.”

Zhilan Qiuyue followed Li Anqi to Fengchun Hall, where Li Anxiu and Zuo Siyun lived.

As dusk fell, Fengchun Hall was brightly lit and bustling with people.

Li Anqi stepped into Fengchun Hall and entered Zuo Siyun's room.

Zuo Siyun was leaning against the chaise longue, with several maids and aunts standing on either side of her. Liu Yun knelt humbly in front of the chaise longue, sobbing with her head down.

"Hello, elder sister-in-law."

Li Anqi, along with Qiu Yuezhilan and Zuo Siyun, paid their respects and performed the rites.

Zuo Siyun smiled dismissively: "Oh, you came pretty quickly."

Li Anqi nodded and looked at Liu Yun.

When Liu Yun saw Li Anqi arrive, she couldn't help but start crying again.

Zuo Siyun sat up straight, slammed her hand on the small table on the couch, and said sternly, "You shameless wretch who doesn't know what's good for her, doing nothing but petty theft and daring to cry?!"

Liu Yun shuddered in fright, covered her mouth and sobbed, daring not to make another sound.

"Has everything been investigated regarding your eldest sister-in-law?" Li Anqi asked.

Zuo Siyun glanced to the side dismissively and raised her hand.

Seeing this, the maid Fang'er spoke up: "Caught red-handed, who else could it be but her?"

Liu Yun kept shaking her head, her eyes blurry with tears, full of grievances. She hurriedly spoke to Li Anqi.

"It really wasn't me, Second Miss! After being sent away by the Young Madam, I didn't stay at Fengchun Hall for long. I don't know how Wan Jin Hong ended up on me! What I said is absolutely true, please investigate, Second Miss!"

"You mean I deliberately framed you?!"

Zuo Siyun's gaze was sharp as she glanced sideways.