Yixiu's Rebirth: Sending Bai Lianhua's Sister to Become a Concubine

Fei Yanggu and Duoluo Gege quickly finalized Xinghui's marriage.

He married the daughters of Xilin Gioro and Socholo as his principal wife and concubines.

From then on, these two surnames would be tied together with the Ulanara clan because of this marriage relationship.

As for He Mianmian, she was just a ripple in Xinghui's life.

Although I think of you occasionally, you are just a passer-by after all.

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He Mianmian finally found out that Xinghui had left the capital and went to the northwest.

He Mianmian's heart was calm.

To her, starlight is just a passing thing.

Zhen Yuandao's official position was not high now, so his salary was naturally not high either. In addition, most of his salary had to be used to support his family, so he could only rent a larger house in the capital for He Mianmian's family and hired a servant who knew some martial arts.

He Mianmian did not put all her hopes on Zhen Yuandao, and planned to start a small business on her own.

She came to her senses quickly and realized that she was no longer the official daughter she used to be, so she naturally lowered her status and tried to make a living.

Doing business is perhaps more noble than being a mistress.

He Mianmian is an impatient person. It is impossible for her to make money from embroidery work. She is afraid that she will have to pay for the needlework. However, she is good at making medicinal food.

Her father was not in good health when he was alive, so she looked for books everywhere and learned about medicinal food to help her father recover.

He Mianmian also had no intention of doing business with those wealthy families. After all, those people knew that she was the "daughter of a criminal" and would probably not be willing to buy her things.

In order to make a living, He Mianmian had come into contact with all the lowest classes in Beijing a while ago.

I know that outside the Xuanwu Gate in the capital, there are a large number of poor people who make a living in the capital, and those people have little money to see a doctor.

He Mianmian had learned before that the physical weakness of these people was probably due to lack of nutrition.

He Mianmian planned to get some common tonic herbs and sell some medicinal foods. Although she wouldn't make much from each serving, she could save some money by accumulating a little.

He Mianmian did what she said. She still had some money left from pawning her jewelry and returning the lease last time. Now she dressed up as an ordinary woman and learned to bargain carefully. Soon she bought the cheap tonic and cooling herbs she needed.

He Mianmian cooked a big pot of mung bean soup and another pot of nourishing chicken soup. If someone came to buy it, she would give it to them along with the chicken and a few other dishes. A big hot bowl of soup, she could make a few cents, which was not bad.

The big pot was placed on the cart, and the servant started pulling the cart. He was a strong man with a lot of strength.

It was thanks to the servant that Zhen Yuandao bought for her that she dared to do this business.

Otherwise, how could they, an orphan and a widow, dare to go to such a mixed place?

After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at the place where there were many people making a living and there were also many stalls selling food.

There are steamed buns, pancakes, broth, wontons, and everything else.

He Mianmian deliberately painted her face to look ordinary and put a thick cloth around her waist, making her look like an ordinary young woman in every way.

The younger brother was young and not afraid of losing face, so he shouted loudly, "Chicken noodle soup! Hot astragalus chicken noodle soup! Mung bean soup! Cool and refreshing mung bean soup!"

The little brother is adorable, and everyone came over after hearing his shouting.

He Mianmian introduced enthusiastically, and everyone was a little hesitant, "You added medicinal herbs here, it should be very expensive."

"Not expensive, only eight cents a bowl."

As He Mianmian spoke, she ordered a bowl of noodles with two pieces of chicken on top.

Nowadays, the price of a bowl of Yangchun noodles is four cents. One bowl is enough to fill you up, but eating meat is still a luxury, so several people were a little hesitant.

At this moment, a rough voice shouted, "What delicious noodles! Eight cents? Give me a bowl!"

A few people made way, and a middle-aged man with a limp came over.

He Mianmian hurriedly added another piece of chicken to the bowl of noodles, "This is the first bowl of noodles today, so I'll give you an extra piece of chicken."

Those who were still hesitating felt a little regretful. If they were the first bowl, wouldn’t they be able to eat an extra piece of chicken?

The lame man took the chicken noodle soup, stood aside and started eating.

After just two bites, he said, "This tastes like the cooking of an official. Were you a cook in a nobleman's house?"

He Mianmian nodded, "Yes."

The lame man said nothing more and continued eating.

He Mianmian observed the lame man.

He was tall and strong, and didn't look too old, but his back was slightly hunched. Although his clothes were patched up, they were very clean, and he even had a scholarly air.

He could taste the craftsmanship of the chicken noodle soup, so he must have been rich in the past.

Perhaps, this lame man, like himself, had fallen from a wealthy family.

Thinking of this, He Mianmian felt a sense of sympathy for the person in front of her.

After the lame man finished eating the chicken noodle soup, he felt hot all over. He returned the bowl to He Mianmian and said, "I'll make mung bean soup later."

After the lame man left, the others rushed forward.

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Although the He family has fallen, many things still need to be cleaned up.

Yinzhen acted quickly and ruthlessly, and the people in the Imperial Observatory would never know anything about Hongchang again.

But when facing his own family, Yinzhen was in trouble.

The people who know about the fake Wenquxing include Concubine De, Yixiu, Fei Yanggu, Duoluo Gege, Rouze, Su Peisheng, Aunt Zhuxi, Jianqiu, Xiuxia, Fangluo, Xinghui, and the old monk...

Yinzhen counted these people carefully.

If you want to prevent future troubles, these people must be killed.

You can’t kill them all, you really can’t kill them all.

Yinzhen felt like he had a terrible headache.

He can't kill these people.

At this time Yinzhen began to be gentle again.

Using conspiracy is not the problem. The biggest problem is that she does things without cleaning up the mess.

The person who bribed the Imperial Observatory didn't even know whether to give enough benefits or threats.

Yinzhen thought that if Rouze had asked him to do this task, he would have done it perfectly.

Bah, he would never do anything for the women in the harem.

They can only become his vassals.

After much thought, Yinzhen felt that the only option left was to kill Hongchang.

If Hongchang died, no matter what these people said, the person involved would not be able to prove it, and Yinzhen could turn the tables and say that the person who exposed this matter had ulterior motives.

As long as Hongchang dies...

When Yinzhen thought of this, he found it difficult to think further.

Even a tiger does not eat its own cubs, so how could he kill his own son?

If I really do it, won't God punish me?

Who knows, in the future, he will end up being disowned by all his relatives, deserted by everyone, and without any descendants...

Just thinking about it makes me feel like a pervert.

Yinzhen paced back and forth, very annoyed.

Never mind, let’s put this matter aside for now.

At least, everyone who knows about this matter is attached to the same vine. If anyone tells it out, he or she will not be able to escape the consequences.

Outside Yongkang Pavilion, cicadas were chirping. It was already July, and it seemed like a heavy rain was waiting to fall outside.