The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

Although An Lingrong didn't say anything, the aura around her made Boss Fang feel frightened.

He knelt on the ground and spoke carefully:

"Miss An, I was confused. I just remembered that the room fee you paid when you moved in is enough for more than a month's stay."

An Lingrong finally snorted: "Really?"

Boss Fang forced out a very kind smile and said:

"It is absolutely true. I dare not lie to you. Is there anything missing? I will fill it in right away."

An Lingrong then waved at him:

"Not now, you go down first!"

Boss Fang felt relieved and immediately got up and left.

Aunt Xiao looked at the boss who was walking down the stairs cautiously, closed the door and said to An Lingrong in surprise:

"Miss, you are so amazing. You scared away that powerful villain with just a few words."

Villains fear power but not virtue. An Lingrong understood this truth too late. In her previous life, Boss Fang bullied them because they were weak women from other places and charged them twice the room fee. Later, he found ways to collect money everywhere. An Lingrong did not dare to resist at that time, and finally could only pawn a Suzhou embroidery skirt to barely make a living. If she can't deal with such a villain in this life, how can she fight against those people in the palace?

An Lingrong waved to Aunt Xiao, motioning her to sit down, and said softly:

"Aunt, we have to leave tomorrow."

"Why?"

An Lingrong patiently explained, "You also said that he is a powerful villain. He will not accept the loss and humiliation he suffered today. When he realizes in a few days that his status as a concubine is both a protection and a constraint, he will definitely cause trouble again. If the matter gets out of hand, it will be disadvantageous to me."

Aunt Xiao finally understood that this world is too harsh on women. If the incident gets out of hand, An Lingrong's reputation will be ruined. How can she participate in the palace selection? She said worriedly:

"Miss, we have less than one ounce of silver left. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a cheaper place to stay in one day."

"Tomorrow will find a way."

When the morning light came up the next day, Aunt Xiao looked at An Lingrong, who was dressed in new clothes, and could not help asking her:

"Miss, where are we going?"

An Lingrong brushed her embroidered dress with her hand and said, "Aunt, let's go to Zhixiangzhai."

"Zhixiangzhai?" Aunt Xiao was puzzled and wanted to ask a few more questions, but seeing An Lingrong's indifferent expression, she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth, turned around and walked out of the inn to see if the carriage was ready. Ever since An Lingrong recovered from her illness, Aunt Xiao saw a different change in her. She couldn't tell where this change came from, but she was happy about the change in the eldest lady from the bottom of her heart, and always felt that this was the demeanor that a lady from an official family should have.

The sound of cars and people's voices are heard everywhere.

An Lingrong looked at the bustling city outside and felt longing. She had thought it through clearly last night. It was difficult for women to survive in the world, but she wanted to fight against the world. She entered the palace not for power, but only for an identity to walk in the world with dignity when the time was right, so that she could live a carefree life with her mother.

In the rich area of ​​Beijing, the carriage stopped at the gate of a courtyard with green bricks and gray tiles, which was filled with fragrance. Above the gate hung a wooden plaque with three large characters "Zhi Xiang Zhai" engraved in running script.

Aunt Xiao helped An Lingrong get off the carriage, looked around, and was just about to ask why no one came to greet her when she heard An Lingrong say:

"Auntie, go knock on the door and tell them you have an ancient recipe."

Aunt Xiao went forward and knocked on the door in doubt. The waiter who opened the door looked at the thin An Lingrong with suspicion in his eyes, and was not moved by Aunt Xiao's words. Zhixiangzhai is the best spice shop in the capital, and there is never a shortage of good perfume makers. Judging from the way the two of them were dressed, they didn't look like a family with a traditional family. If he rashly let someone in, if he found out that they were Westerners, he would definitely be in trouble.

An Lingrong observed the waiter's expression and said to Aunt Xiao:

"Aunt, let's go. This family doesn't know the value of the goods. I think the owner of Zhenxiang Pavilion will be more interested in the ancient recipe lily fragrance."

When the waiter heard about the ancient recipe for lily fragrance, his eyes widened and he immediately led An Lingrong into the courtyard with a respectful look on his face.

The courtyard was filled with winding paths, with elegant rooms on both sides. Incense smoke curled up from the rooms, and An Lingrong sat quietly in a chair waiting.

After a cup of tea, a charming female manager came. She said her surname was Guo. She looked at An Lingrong with her eyes, as if she wanted to see a flower in her. When she saw that An Lingrong was calm and composed, she put away her contempt and asked softly:

"I heard that you have an ancient recipe for lily fragrance. Do you want to sell the fragrance or the fragrance recipe as well?"

An Lingrong got straight to the point:

"Boss Guo, I want to do long-term business with your store. I just want to see if you are sincere."

Manager Guo was also unambiguous: "We still have to see the skills of our distinguished guest."

For the next two hours, Aunt Xiao was stunned. She looked at her eldest daughter, who talked about the wonderful uses of various spices like a treasure trove, and mixed various fragrance recipes with skill and efficiency. Finally, when she got a thick stack of silver bills in her hand, Aunt Xiao came to her senses. Are the An family's fragrance recipes so valuable?

After leaving Zhixiangzhai, Aunt Xiao was puzzled. A few ancient recipes and incense-making techniques could be sold for tens of thousands of taels of silver. Why didn't the eldest daughter use them to supplement the family income? Before she could figure it out, she heard An Lingrong say:

"Aunt, let's go to the dental clinic."

During the whole day, An Lingrong and Aunt Xiao were busy going to brokerage offices, looking at houses, signing deeds, checking out of inns, and moving into a new house.

It was not until dark, after Aunt Xiao had helped the exhausted An Lingrong wash up, that she asked the question in her heart:

"Miss, when did you learn to make so many incense sticks? And why did you rent such an expensive house? Two hundred taels a month, it's too expensive."

An Lingrong said, "Aunt, although this house is expensive, it is surrounded by officials and their families, which is good for my reputation. After I am selected, it will be convenient for me to teach my aunt and live here." But she never mentioned the word of making incense.

Aunt Xiao was shocked: "Miss, how can you guarantee that you will be selected?"

An Lingrong skipped this question again and asked her:

"Auntie, can I trust you?"