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

"Master, aren't you curious about who helped us?"

After accompanying Yixiu to serve Concubine De, Jianqiu poured Yixiu a cup of tea and asked.

After half a day's work, Concubine De must be tired, and isn't Concubine Yixiu tired too?

Yixiu is tired, so why not me?

"Okay, you can sit aside and take a rest. This is really tiring. Don't make rules in front of me when there are only two of us."

Fortunately, Yixiu was considerate enough to pull Jianqiu to sit down and said, "It's not that I'm not curious, it's just that this matter has already achieved our goal. If we continue to investigate, it will only bring disaster upon ourselves."

"But to be able to make such a meticulous and thoughtful arrangement, it is obvious that he had planned it long ago, and his position must not be low."

"I just took a risk that day, but I didn't expect that this person would move Yipin just because of a few words from my mother. It seems that she has been dissatisfied with Yipin for a long time, so she has a ready-made person to use. This is something that my mother can't do."

On the evening of the second day, the Thirteenth Prince returned from the imperial mausoleum and sent someone to the cold palace to ask Concubine Yi a few questions.

When he came out again, Concubine Yi was already dead.

After hearing the news, Emperor Kangxi did not say much, but asked someone to inform the Khorchin clan that Concubine Yi had died of illness and the funeral would be held in accordance with the position of concubine.

When these things happened, Yixiu had already returned to the Prince's Mansion.

Because the incident of Hongchang had brought about a series of changes, she had not had the energy to ask Wen Xumo for a long time whether there had been any progress in finding her uncle.

After some time, when the rumors in the palace have died down, it will be time for him to come to Honghui's house to treat his health.

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The turmoil in the palace has nothing to do with He Mianmian.

She had no idea that Concubine Yi was already dead.

She is still diligently selling chicken noodle soup, and has also added other snacks such as rice balls.

She was no longer as timid as she was at the beginning and dared to shout loudly.

So she didn't take her younger brother out every day. Sometimes she would just go out with the servants.

The servant's indenture was in He Mianmian's hands, so she didn't reveal the secret in front of Zhen Yuandao.

He Mianmian’s dishes are generous in portion, delicious in taste, and made with solid ingredients. Moreover, her medicinal food is truly effective.

Although it is a bit expensive, everyone knows that the cost will not be low, so it is still very popular in this area.

During this period, the regular customer who came every day was the lame man.

He Mianmian's stall had been harassed by local thugs several times, and the lame man had helped to drive them away. Now no one is so blind as to come here anymore.

In order to thank the lame man, He Mianmian would always give him a few more pieces of meat.

She could still earn a few cents from other people's bowls, but He Mianmian couldn't earn a penny from the lame man, but she just considered it as making a friend.

Although he was taciturn, the two of them helped and cared for each other, and the lame man was willing to talk about his own things.

The lame man has an old mother. His wife died of illness some years ago. His daughter is 22 years old and still unmarried at home, doing some needlework to supplement the family income.

The lame man gave He Mianmian a handkerchief made by his daughter.

He Mianmian was frightened when she saw it.

The daughter of this lame man is surprisingly good at sewing.

Although her father did not hold a high official position, his work at the Imperial Observatory was important, so she had seen good things.

You know, if you don't learn needlework from someone specifically, you will never be able to do it.

It seems that this lame man's family does have a story.

But He Mianmian didn't ask him.

Who among those who make a living in this area is not a pitiful person?

Look, that lame man is here again.

He Mianmian greeted him with a smile.

"Would you like a bowl of chicken noodle soup as usual?"

The lame man nodded.

The next second he took a step forward and approached He Mianmian's stall.

"Girl, can you do me a favor?"

He Mianmian had a good impression of him, and the two of them were now semi-acquaintances, so she was naturally willing to help.

"If you have any problem, just tell me. I will help you if I can."

"I'm going to be away for a while, and my mother and daughter have no one to take care of them. I'd like you to take care of them."

Only then did He Mianmian realize that the lame man's face was full of tension and embarrassment.

He Mianmian felt that the lame man was from a wealthy family who was convicted of a crime, just like her, so she guessed that something had happened to him, and that it might be related to something he had done in the past.

He Mianmian had experienced the fickleness of human nature herself, so she couldn't help but sympathize with the other person, so she agreed.

Besides, the reason why she could keep her small stall here was because the lame man had been helping her.

The lame man finished his chicken noodle soup and left quickly.

He didn't appear again until He Mianmian was about to close her stall.

He took He Mianmian to his home.

This is a courtyard house in an alley, with several families living in one yard.

The lame man walked to a low bungalow.

When the door was opened, an extremely old lady walked out tremblingly.

"Ah Hai, why did you come back so early today?"

"I recently got a job and have to go on a long trip with my boss. During this time, I'll ask this girl to take care of you."

"We can do it ourselves, why do we need you to trouble others to take care of us? Just go ahead and don't worry."

He Mianmian stepped forward and said, "Grandma, I am often taken care of by my eldest brother. This time, let me take care of you. Don't refuse. I set up a stall here every day anyway, so it won't be a big deal for me to come over."

The lame man also tried to persuade the old lady a few more times, and the old lady agreed after having no choice.

He Mianmian left the lame man's residence. The servant pushed the cart in front and she followed behind.

Not long after they walked, a young man came over.

When he saw He Mianmian, he bowed slightly.

"Does the girl live here? I want to ask you about someone."

He Mianmian subconsciously felt that the person in front of her was looking for the lame man.

There was just the right amount of indifference on her face.

"Who are you looking for? There are so many people in this area. I don't know if I can find the person you want."

The man pulled out a scroll of portrait from his sleeve and slowly unfolded it.

"This is a portrait of that man from 20 years ago. I'm not sure what he looks like now, but it shouldn't be much different from this."

The person in the portrait was a lame man who looked many years younger.

He Mianmian's heart moved slightly, but a trace of doubt appeared on her face, "I have never seen this person before."

The man bowed and left.

He Mianmian turned around and walked back the way she came.

She hurried back to the courtyard and met the lame man who was about to go out.

"Someone is outside asking about you, don't go out yet."

The lame man quickly retreated back into the house.

"You were lying about going out to work, weren't you? Was it because these people were looking for you?"

“It’s this group of people.”

The lame man sighed.