The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

"The things from the Prince Xiao's Mansion are far superior to those from the Jingguo Mansion! Now that you and Baoqin have risen to prominence and are enjoying your own wealth and glory, you've probably forgotten all about your maternal family!"

"Why do you say that, sister-in-law?"

Zuo Siyun glanced sideways at Li Anqi.

“You know how the Jingguo Mansion is doing now. A few months ago, Anxiu came to Baoqin, wanting to borrow some money to tide him over, but Baoqin refused to give him a single penny! It was only thanks to Anxiu’s efforts that he managed to scrape together ten thousand taels of silver!”

Zuo Siyun became increasingly angry as she spoke, slapping her left palm with the back of her right hand, and continued.

“I can understand that you are incompetent! But tell me, Baoqin, as the sister-in-law, clearly has money, yet she is unwilling to help the Jingguo Mansion. It’s a complete waste!”

"My sister... perhaps she really doesn't have any money on her."

Li Anqi couldn't help but pull her hands away. Mentioning Li Baoqin made her hands inexplicably itchy again.

Zuo Siyun looked at Li Anqi's hand and said.

“…Anxiu has told me everything. Baoqin hurt your hand like this because she was jealous. It’s surprising that you’re still speaking up for her.”

Upon hearing this, Zuo Sinian looked in the direction of Li Anqi's hand, a hint of heartache in his eyes.

"..."

Li Anqi remained silent.

Presumably, Li Anxiu only told Zuo Siyun part of the story.

Perhaps to protect Li Baoqin's reputation, he deliberately concealed the fact that Li Baoqin was pregnant and had a miscarriage.

"I just went to Tianchangyuan to demand an explanation. Guess what she did! She actually said she had no money! And then she kicked me out of Tianchangyuan!"

Zuo Siyun's chest heaved slightly, and she slammed her hand on the small tea table in a fit of anger.

"Leaving aside whether she has any manners or not! Just the fact that she, as the legitimate daughter of the Jingguo Mansion, actually stood idly by and did nothing for the Jingguo Mansion is enough to make people very disappointed!"

Zuo Siyun was filled with anger, and suddenly felt anxious and short of breath. She supported her forehead with her hand, as if she was feeling dizzy.

"Go quickly and fetch Imperial Physician Guo," Li Anqi said to Qiuyue.

Qiu Yue nodded and was about to leave when Zuo Siyun stopped her.

"No need."

After a moment, Zuo Siyun looked up at Qiuyue.

"You are Qiuyue?"

"Replying to Young Madam, this servant is Qiuyue." Qiuyue bowed her head and respectfully greeted Zuo Siyun.

Li Anqi said slowly.

"I heard from my brother last time that my sister-in-law is worried day and night because of the Left Prime Minister's matter, and has been quite overwhelmed lately. If my sister-in-law is willing, Qiuyue can be brought back to the Jingguo Mansion to help her with some small matters."

Zuo Siyun remembered something and glared fiercely at Liu Yun.

Liu Yun panicked for a second, then shrank back behind the curtain, not daring to look at Zuo Siyun again.

Zuo Siyun flicked her sleeves, her face full of arrogance, and spoke lightly to Li Anqi.

“The Jingguo Prefecture is short-handed, so let’s have her come back with me.”

Li Anqi nodded to Qiu Yue.

Qiu Yue hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to Zuo Siyun.

"This servant will certainly do her utmost to serve the young mistress well!"

Zuo Siyun rolled her eyes and said sternly.

"Let me make this clear from the start! If you work under me, you'd better watch your step! If you make a mistake, I'll break your legs and throw you out to feed the dogs!"

Autumn Moon and Flowing Clouds were startled and shuddered.

“Yes…” Qiuyue answered softly, her voice trembling.

"Alright, it's getting late, let's head back now."

Zuo Siyun looked up and stood up, and Fang'er quickly came over to help her.

"Take care, sister-in-law."

Li Anqi then got up and saw Zuo Siyun off.

Zuo Sinian followed behind Zuo Siyun.

Before leaving, he grinned and leaned close to Li Anqi, whispering something to her.

"I'll come to see you again next time. I wish you and Xiao Wang a speedy separation!"

"..."

Li Anqi ignored Zuo Sinian and looked at Qiuyue, who was staring blankly at him.

"Go."

Qiuyue frowned slightly and bit her lip lightly.

"Your Majesty, take care."

Qiuyue continued, speaking with Zhilan and Liuyun.

"Please trouble Aunt and Liuyun to take good care of Her Majesty on behalf of Qiuyue!"

Zhilan nodded gently to her, as if to reassure her: "Go ahead."

Qiu Yue looked at Li Anqi, her eyes filled with tears, full of reluctance.

A moment later, she finally turned around and followed Zuo Siyun, disappearing from sight.

Lunar New Year's Eve is almost here.

Li Anqi took Zhilan and Xiaoshunzi out of the mansion to the market, intending to buy some New Year's goods.

As Li Anqi passed through the gate of Jingguo Mansion, he couldn't help but stop in front of it.

At this time of year, the Jingguo Mansion would already be preparing for the Lunar New Year's Eve sacrificial ceremony.

The old lady is no longer here, so Li Miao should be in charge of the memorial service this year.

Li Anqi now finds some of the rituals that he used to find tedious quite nostalgic.

Unfortunately, she had already married as a concubine and could no longer participate in the sacrificial ceremony as a member of the Li family, along with her younger brothers and sisters.

I wonder how An Hua and An Cai are doing...

Zhilan stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, why don't we wait until after the Lantern Festival to return to the Jingguo Mansion to visit Master and the others?"

Li Anqi's hands moved slightly within his sleeves.

She nodded and slowly turned around.

It started to snow lightly.

The streets and markets were bustling with activity and filled with noise.

The days leading up to Lunar New Year's Eve are the busiest days of the year. Every household is preparing for the New Year and going to the market.

ga-

A mournful goose cry suddenly rang out.

Li Anqi looked around.

I saw a ragged peasant woman carrying a large goose out of her basket and placing it by the roadside to sell it.

The goose was about half a person's height, flapping its wings, looking like a huge creature.

The farmer's wife stroked the goose while putting a rope around its neck.

The goose, comforted, folded its wings and stood obediently by the bamboo basket.

Perhaps knowing its owner was going to sell it, the goose stared blankly ahead, tears welling in its eyes, and whimpered softly.