I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

Chen Zhaoyuan was amused by her playful look. She knew that Qiqi was a very smart child. She held her chubby hands with both hands and said, "As long as Qiqi can grow up healthy and carefree, Mother is relieved."

Xiao Qiqi felt the strength of her hands, and her tone seemed to be telling her. There seemed to be a story hidden in her mother's body.

"Mother, in a few days there will be the Peach Blossom Festival in the palace. I want to design a bracelet for you. I want to ask mother what you mean."

Chen Zhaoyuan had a gentle smile in her eyes and an affirmation in her expression: "Qiqi is smart. Mother will definitely like the bracelet she designed."

There are no decorations on her slender wrists, her clothes are as light as blue smoke, her hair is covered with black hair randomly scattered around her waist, there is not a single extra hair accessory, her face is as pure as snow, and she has a cold and distant beauty.

My mother probably likes simple jewelry.

This character in the book worked as a slave in the Nanzhao Kingdom for several years, and later entered the Dazhao through a draft. Xiao Wuji and Yuan Qing'er did not know her former identity.

She remembered that when she came in just now, Chen Zhaoyuan's face was a little sad, and she said very thoughtfully: "Mother, are you worried?"

Chen Zhaoyuan slowly began to talk about it. It turned out that it was Xiao Qiqi's grandfather Chen Su. He was originally a small salt merchant in Beijing. However, because he had no power and power, Liu Guaizi, a wealthy businessman in the city, took over his shop and fell ill from anger. .

Tea, salt, and iron were the economic lifeblood of Dazhao and were strictly controlled. However, the status of merchants was low. Even if Chen Zhaoyuan was a concubine in the palace, she could not help Chen Su. Besides, Xiao Wuji had always treated them as decorations, so he could not count on them.

In order to cure Chen Su's illness, Chen Zhaoyuan even sent the hairpin to Chen's house.

Xiao Qiqi can now be said to have a clear picture. Money is the most important thing everywhere. The top priority is to find ways to make money.

The next day, Qiuhua came in from outside with several manuscripts in his hand.

Xiao Qiqi saw one of the bracelets, with a hollow star in the middle and a hollow ripple on both sides. This bracelet had a flat square buckle design, which was simple and novel. It was in line with the temperament of a mother-in-law. She thought of the tyrant she usually saw. The clothes are also in a minimalist style, maybe they will catch his eye at the Peach Blossom Festival.

"Just this one." Xiao Qiqi pointed at the drawing.

Qiuhua smiled: "The princess has really good taste, and I also think this one is the best."

Tell Qiuhua to go down and do it.

On the way to Zhencuisi, Qiuhua took a detour to Fengluan Palace to meet Chu Xiaoxiao.

In the palace, Chu Xiaoxiao was sitting on a stool embroidering tiger-head shoes, and glanced at her respectfully, "Is the matter done?"

Qiuhua replied: "My cousin is really good at predicting things. The eldest princess really chose that one."

A faint smile appeared on Chu Xiaoxiao's lips: "Qiuhua, you did a good job in this matter."

She took out a bag of silver she had prepared in advance from the drawer and handed it to Qiuhua.

"This money is enough for you and Li Shang to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime."

Qiuhua's voice was trembling, and she kowtowed to Chu Xiaoxiao: "Thank you very much, cousin. I hope my cousin will take care of you after Qiuhua leaves here."

"Let's go," Chu Xiaoxiao concentrated on embroidering the tiger-head shoes.

At the Peach Blossom Banquet, she wanted to completely make Xiao Qiqi disappear from the emperor's presence.

"Concubine, you are embroidering tiger-head shoes again."

Chu Linghui had been watching her at the door for a long time. Her mother-in-law had not made any clothes or shoes for her in four years.

Chu Xiaoxiao finished embroidering the last stitch and bit off the end of the thread, "I will always use it in the future."

Xiao Linghui's face was as white as snow, and he stared at the shoes, his eyes full of hatred.

Turn around and leave.

He called Chu Xiaoxiao's personal maid in the yard, "You must listen to me clearly. From now on, my concubine's meals will be filled with safflower powder."

The palace maid was so frightened that she dropped the tea in her hand and turned pale with fear, "This slave deserves to die."

Xiao Linghui handed the valuable gold hairpin on his head to her hand, "You know my princess's status in this palace. You will benefit from doing things for me in the future."

The palace maid's eyes were red, she put away the gold hairpin, and promised solemnly: "I will do as the princess says."