With a mind at ease, Xiu Ning began skillfully arranging her daily conditioning plan in front of the projected screen.

There was no other way; if she wanted to enter the palace smoothly in the seventh year of Kangxi's reign and also gain favor and have a son, then she had to undergo a complete transformation.

"This is a huge loss. No wonder the mission rewards are so high. It turns out that you need to invest in the early stages," Xiu Ning muttered to herself as she made arrangements. At the same time, she opened the system shop with a heavy heart to buy various pills to maintain her health. By the time she finished this whole process, it was already dark outside. Her maid had called her to get up three times, and she had spent over 500 points crystals.

Damn, half a mission's worth of points, my heart aches!

Clutching her already fragile heart, Xiu Ning called her maid to help her dress and then took nimble little steps to the main courtyard where Lady Fucha was having her meal.

We should also thank the system for its efficiency. Even while busy, it didn't forget to send the original owner's relevant information into Xiu Ning's head, which made Xiu Ning surprisingly calm when she first faced the parents of this body.

After the family finished their dinner in harmony, the male head of the household, Xitala Debao, turned around and led his servants to the study in the front yard to work. The female head of the household, Fucha, first settled the children, then took out her half-finished embroidery work. While working, she did not forget to inquire about the arrangements and handling of important and minor matters in the household.

There was nothing she could do; these were all things that the matriarch of the Hitara clan had to do. Xiuning listened curiously for a while, then suddenly felt exhausted.

Good heavens, they control everything, whether it's the mansion or outside, even changing a teacup in a concubine's room.

Xiu Ning, feeling that this job was really not suitable for her, turned around and played with her younger siblings who were quite young.

“Xiuning,” Fucha shook her head helplessly with her maid, “what will happen to her when she gets married and becomes the mistress of the house?”

"Don't worry, Madam. The princess comes from a noble family and is destined for good fortune," the maid reassured her mistress.

Upon hearing this, Lady Fucha shook her head. "What nobility? They are all just servants of the royal family. I only hope that Xiuning can grow up safely, marry into a good family, have both a son and a daughter, and be able to rely on her in her old age."

The maid simply smiled and didn't interrupt when asked about her mistress's thoughts.

Lady Fucha didn't really want to talk to the maid. After asking about the mansion, she made sure to arrange the allowances for each household next month, and then continued to busy herself with preparing clothes for Debao.

As darkness fell, beautiful oil lamps were lit in the main courtyard. Feeling a little sleepy, Xiuning turned and greeted Fucha before returning to her room.

"...The weather has turned cold quickly these days, remember to take out the thick quilts and air them out in advance," Fucha couldn't help but give a few more instructions, "Chunyu, the princess is weak, be sure to add clothes for her to keep warm in time."

"Don't worry, Madam, I understand," Chunyu quickly nodded.

"Don't worry, Mother, I understand," Xiu Ning said, tugging at Fucha's hand affectionately.

Lady Fucha looked down at her eldest daughter, who was growing up, and smiled gently. "Alright, go back now. You don't need to come too early tomorrow. Just remember to have breakfast before you come back."

Xiuning hummed in agreement, "Mother, I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared outside the main courtyard.

Seeing this, Lady Fucha withdrew her gaze and asked, "Where is the master? Is he going back to the main courtyard today or staying in the study?"

"The servant by the master's side reports that the master will be attending the morning court session early tomorrow and will be staying in the front courtyard," the maid replied respectfully.

"Yes, I understand. Remind the kitchen to prepare both the warming soup and the nourishing soup tonight, and send them to the master first thing tomorrow morning."

Attending the morning court was hard work, but Fucha and Xitala Debao had a fairly good relationship, so they still needed to show some care and concern.

The maid nodded upon hearing this, "Yes, I understand."

"Alright, pack up and get some rest," Fucha yawned after arranging for the others, and rubbed her slightly sore wrists. "I have things to do tomorrow, so remember to wake me up early."

...

The busyness at the main courtyard had nothing to do with Xiuning, who had returned to her own little nest.

With Chunyu's help, Xiuning changed into her nightgown and took a quick shower. Feeling content, she climbed onto her small wooden bed, lay down, and closed her eyes.

There's nothing we can do about it; Xiu Ning hasn't had a break all day.

After all, it was her first time working after five years of being a "salted fish" (a term for someone who is unemployed and lazy), and it took her a while to process that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.

Moreover, both making plans for oneself and having dinner at the main hospital consumed a lot of energy. In addition, children are young and easily get sleepy. Sure enough, as soon as they lay down and closed their eyes, they fell asleep within minutes.

When Xiuning opened her eyes again, it was already dawn the next day.

Well, on her first night in the new world, she slept soundly for a full night.