Daiyu from the Red Mansion is also arguing with people today

Daiyu was slightly startled, but soon realized who Yingchun was talking about: "You are talking about Wang Tingyu!"

Yingchun buried her head in Daiyu's neck and uttered an imperceptible "hmm".

Ugh--

Daiyu felt a little complicated in her heart, she knew that Yingchun did not need verbal comfort at this time.

So Daiyu just patted Yingchun's back and accompanied her silently.

Green ivy, who was originally guarding the door, witnessed this change, turned around and walked out of the room and stood guard outside the door.

After a long while, Daiyu finally asked, "What do you think? Do you want to fight for it?"

"I really hate this feudal society!" Yingchun said in a muffled voice. She let go of Daiyu and stood up straight.

Daiyu noticed that her eyes were red, and she understood in her heart that although she and Wang Tingyu had not known each other for a long time, she was still moved by him.

The two sat side by side on the bed, and Daiyu said with emotion: "In fact, Wang Tingyu's age is already considered late for marriage."

Yingchun nodded, with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "Yes, if the emperor hadn't sent him to Jiangnan on an errand, and if the girl's grandfather hadn't passed away suddenly and had to observe a minor ceremony, their marriage wouldn't have been delayed until now. Now, I can finally let it go."

Daiyu's curiosity was aroused, and she asked curiously, "What family is the girl from?"

"I heard that she is the daughter of Chen family in Yingchuan, a well-known noble family in the local area." After saying this, Yingchun laughed at herself, "I am just a concubine's daughter who got rich later in life. How can I be the legal wife of someone else's son?"

Daiyu couldn't help feeling a little unfair, and she hit Yingchun on the shoulder with such force that she grimaced in pain, and the tears that were about to fall were quickly stopped.

Yingchun reacted quickly, stretched out her hand and pinched Daiyu's waist, scolding her: "You are murdering your own sister!"

Daiyu's face flashed with anger, she slapped Yingchun's hand away and said, "I was just angry! How can you enhance others' prestige and destroy your own morale! You are a person who came hundreds of years later, standing on the shoulders of giants, and you know so much knowledge that others don't know.

Besides, you and I both know Kung Fu, and we have watched so many palace fighting dramas, so we have no problem protecting ourselves. We can only blame our high moral standards, otherwise, that weakling would have died from a cold!"

"Killing people's lives? No, no! I definitely can't do that!" Yingchun quickly waved her hands to refuse.

Daiyu curled her lips and concluded, "I am just angry that you, a person from the future, are so sad for a man. In my opinion, the situation we are facing is similar, but yours is more serious than mine. You are older than me, and your father is unreliable."

There was something else in her mind that she didn't say out loud, which was that Yingchun didn't seem to have a golden finger.

"Okay! Do you dislike my age?" Hearing this, Yingchun pretended to be angry and wanted to tickle Daiyu's waist, but she held on tightly.

Her eyes were full of smiles, and when Yingchun saw them, the haze in her heart seemed to dissipate instantly.

At this time, Daiyu proposed a bold idea: "If you ask me, we should hire more people and make more money in the future. Then we can invest in a potential stock and do the same as the two Dukes Ning and Rong. What do you think?"

Yingchun stared at Daiyu with eyes wide open: "So your goal is so big!"

Daiyu smiled wickedly: "Since we want to play, let's play something exciting!"

But she quickly regained her serious expression and suggested earnestly: "Since you don't plan to be his woman, then be the person he can't live without. Just be careful and don't let him get rid of you."

Although Yingchun still couldn't let go of Wang Tingyu, when she heard Daiyu say this, the last bit of love in her heart was suppressed by reason.

She couldn't help but ask curiously, "You also know the principle of 'the cunning rabbit dies and the running dog is cooked', aren't you worried?"

Daiyu curled her lips, an impatient expression on her face: "You are really thinking in love! I will definitely keep a backup plan and build up enough power, so I will definitely not end up in such a tragic situation. As for future generations, that is not something I worry about. I don't know who Lin Ruhai will marry me in the future!"

Although she said she didn't care, Daiyu was actually a little nervous: it seemed that she had to write a letter to Lin Ruhai to give him some advice, so that he wouldn't be careless and promise her to someone else.

Yingchun put her arm around Daiyu's shoulders, and the two leaned against each other, sighing, "We are such a difficult couple!"

In fact, Yingchun's character is not as decisive as Daiyu imagined, nor is she as noble as a modern person. In fact, the situation she faced when she first came here was much worse than that of Daiyu.

Moreover, the things she had experienced in her previous life were far more complicated than Daiyu's. Therefore, in terms of moral sense, she was really not as good as Daiyu. At least, Yingchun was not as opposed to becoming Wang Tingyu's concubine as Daiyu was.

Despite this, she still felt that Daiyu's advice was of great reference value, and she needed to plan carefully and make every decision seriously.

Daiyu felt that the topic of "resisting feudal society" was too heavy, so she changed the subject and talked about something more lighthearted: "By the way, how is your food shop going? Have you found a place?"

Talking about her future career, Yingchun also cheered up: "I have already bought a shop in the north of the city. After a few days of decoration, it should be ready for business."

"Are you going to tell the people in Jia's house?"

"How could I tell them!" Yingchun sat up excitedly and answered without hesitation, her shoulder almost hitting Daiyu's head.

Daiyu stroked her shoulders and comforted her, "Don't get excited, don't get excited, I'm just asking casually. If you need money, just come to me!"

Yingchun looked at Daiyu gratefully and said, "I do have a shortfall of two hundred taels now. I need to buy tables, chairs and benches and to make ends meet. If you lend it to me, I'll give you 20% of the profit, including the milk tea recipe I gave you before."

The 20% profit that Yingchun proposed was the biggest concession she could make.

This shop was nominally under the Yihuo Pavilion, and had to hand over 40% of its profits every month. This arrangement had many advantages, at least it could ensure that no one would come to cause trouble without any sense of propriety.

Daiyu took out the box where she kept her money from under her pillow - actually from the system warehouse, and pulled out two hundred taels of silver from it and handed it to Yingchun readily.

She thought of the restaurant she had visited at noon and asked curiously, "Is the owner of that restaurant Wang Tingyu?"

Yingchun nodded: "Not on the surface, but behind the scenes it is indeed his business."

Tsk tsk tsk——

Daiyu's eyes flashed with teasing, "It seems that he is not simple! On the surface, he is an idle son of the royal family, and he has only started to be important in the past two years. But this restaurant has been famous in the capital for more than one or two years. It has been three or four years since he met you!"

She looked at Yingchun with an expression of watching a good show again, and said: "You are lucky too. This combination is just like the male protagonist in a novel! Do you want to cooperate?"