The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Li Anqi stepped forward.

"Auntie, how much is this goose?"

The peasant woman held up one hand: "Five hundred coins."

Li Anqi looked at the goose.

"This goose must have been raised for a long time."

"I've been raising them for over ten years," the farmer said.

A goose's intelligence is equivalent to that of a four- or five-year-old child. A goose that has been raised for more than ten years has become somewhat human-like, so it's no wonder it sheds tears.

"Since you've raised it for so long, why sell it?" Li Anqi asked.

The peasant woman, shivering in the cold, tucked her hands into her sleeves and said with a distressed expression.

The old woman's son was going to take the imperial examination the following year, but the family was poor and only had one large goose. So the old woman thought of exchanging it for some money to save for her son when he took the exam the following year.

"I'll buy this goose."

After Li Anqi finished speaking, he looked at Zhilan and gestured for her to give all the money in that bag to the peasant woman.

Xiao Shunzi stepped forward, picked up the goose, and accidentally got slapped by the goose.

Despite this, the goose did not resist.

The peasant woman opened her money bag and saw that it was full of gleaming silver, at least twenty taels!

"This……"

The peasant woman stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, at Li Anqi in disbelief.

Li Anqi said, "It's just bartering. I wish your son success in the imperial examination and a speedy passing of the exam."

Having said that, she gracefully took a few steps and left.

"Thank you so much! Thank you so much!..."

The peasant woman snapped out of her daze, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed in the direction of Li Anqi.

Li Anqi bought some more New Year's goods and paper money for the God of Happiness.

Xiao Shunzi put the goose on the ground, holding only the rope around its neck, and helped carry the things.

When Li Anqi came out of the dried fruit shop.

Then he saw Xiao Shunzi and Da'e waiting for him at the entrance of the alley to the left of the dried fruit shop.

The goose seemed to be afraid of the cold, and it nestled on the head of the beggar by the roadside.

Li Anqi slowly approached.

The goose seemed to know it was time to leave, flapping its wings and jumping off the beggar's head.

Li Anqi glanced at the disheveled beggar, whose face was covered in frost, and frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Xiao Shunzi explained, "When I came, he was lying here. I guess he was about to die."

Seeing that Li Anqi showed no sign of leaving, Xiao Shunzi squatted down and reached out to check the beggar's breath.

"Your Majesty, you're still alive," Xiao Shunzi said, looking up.

“Take him to the clinic and have the doctor take a look at him,” Li Anqi said.

Zhilan took out a bag of silver and handed it to Xiaoshunzi, then took the rope and New Year's goods from Xiaoshunzi's hands.

Xiao Shunzi was taken aback, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

He bowed deeply, trying his best not to let others see his reddened eyes, and clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Your Majesty is so compassionate, the Bodhisattva will surely protect you! This servant will certainly take him to the clinic and give him proper treatment!"

After saying that, Xiao Shunzi decisively and nimbly picked up the beggar from the ground and walked towards the clinic.

Li Anqi looked in the direction Xiao Shunzi left, somewhat puzzled.

"What's up with him?"

Zhilan said softly, "Your Majesty, Xiao Shunzi grew up among beggars. When he was nine years old, he almost froze to death on the street one winter. Fortunately, an old eunuch passed by and took him back to the eunuch's residence."

"So that's how it is... He's had a tough life too."

New Year’s Eve.

Li Anqi gathered all the servants in the courtyard.

Each of them was given five catties of pork, a bag of silver coins, a lucky charm, and a small box filled with various dried fruits.

Unlike usual, everyone was less reserved and showed warm smiles on their faces.

Xiao Shunzi said to Xiao Dezi, "Our Prince Xiao's mansion has been deserted for so many years, it finally feels a bit like the New Year!"

Xiao Dezi nodded and smiled, "Who says otherwise! Now, every servant in the entire manor envies our Fuying Garden! We're so lucky to have met such a good master!"

"Xiao Shunzi, come here."

Li Anqi called Xiao Shunzi over.

"Miss."

"How is that person?" Li Anqi asked.

Xiao Shunzi knew that the "person" Li Anqi was referring to was the beggar he had met on the day of the market.

"Your Majesty, the beggar is out of danger, but he is still unconscious and recuperating at the clinic."

Li Anqi asked in confusion, "How could he still be unconscious for several days in a row?"

Xiao Shunzi looked up and said.

“That beggar was no ordinary beggar! He had all sorts of old wounds on his body, burns, cuts, stabs, you name it, he might be… an escaped convict from the prison.”

Li Anqi paused, then remained silent.

Xiao Shun asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, shall we still treat him?"

"rule."

Li Anqi continued without hesitation.

"Keep an eye on things; if you need money, come to me."

"Yes."

Li Anqi kept the goose in the courtyard of Fuying Garden.

When she has nothing to do, she feeds the geese some small fish and vegetables.

Sometimes she would talk to the geese.

Whenever Zhilan saw this, she would cover her mouth with a handkerchief and giggle, teasing Li Anqi for still having the mind of a child.

Perhaps he knew that Li Anqi was his benefactor.

The geese treat everyone else with arrogance and contempt, and act domineeringly.

But she only showed her soft side to Li Anqi, and sometimes she would even put her neck on Li Anqi's legs to sleep.

Gradually, Li Anqi and the servants of Fuying Garden got used to the presence of the goose.

Left Chancellor Zuo Zhuran was also released by the Censorate on New Year's Eve.

On the evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Li Anqi received a letter from Li Anxiu.

In his letter, Li Anxiu said that upon hearing that Zuo Zhuran had returned to the Zuo residence unharmed, his father and Zuo Siyun breathed a sigh of relief, and the Jingguo Mansion could finally have a good New Year.

Li Anqi, however, thought differently.

These past few days, she's felt a vague unease, an itch that's hard to shake off, and she keeps feeling like something bad is going to happen.

Late at night, Li Anqi sat up in bed and lifted the bed curtains.

"Zhilan, Zhilan."

Zhilan entered the room.

"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

What day of the month is it today?

"Your Majesty, today is the seventh day of the month, and tomorrow will be the eighth."

Li Anqi covered his chest with his bandaged hand and frowned.

"Ever since my brother wrote to me, I have been filled with anxiety. You should quickly send Xiao Shunzi to find out what has been happening at the Left Prime Minister's residence since he returned on New Year's Eve."