Chapter Thirteen

At first, the steward was very arrogant, shouting that they were from the Fucha family and who would dare to touch them.

The people who came to arrest them said, "The one who reported to the authorities was none other than the Fucha family."

"Impossible!!! Impossible." Upon hearing that it was someone from the Fucha family who had reported the case, the shopkeeper immediately shook his head in disbelief, believing that someone was targeting the Fucha family.

For constables from the yamen to earn a living under the emperor's nose, the most important thing is that they are strong and capable of catching criminals.

They immediately apprehended the shopkeeper and one of the waiters. Well, this waiter looked like a lazy, good-for-nothing, and was clearly the shopkeeper's son.

"Father, Father!! How could this be? Save me, save me, let me go!" The waiter wasn't one to give up so easily; he struggled frantically when he was grabbed, still thinking about how to escape.

Unfortunately, the person he asked for help was in dire need of his own life, so how could he possibly save him?

The two were dragged away, along with another waiter...

Um... I, I don't know anything, the host hasn't made any arrangements, and the people outside are still watching the show. What should I do?

The young man, who was usually either bossed around by the shopkeeper or scolded and exploited by the shopkeeper's son, had no big ideas. He could only sit there and say, "Excuse me, everyone, could someone do me a favor and go to the Fucha family to deliver a message?"

He's just a servant, he can't be the boss, and he can't afford to take responsibility if something happens. Any one of these clothes is enough for him to live on for a lifetime.

"Be careful, be careful, oh dear, don't rush in..." He was trying to maintain order, but soon he saw the Fucha family's carriage arrive. The two guards who were guarding the carriage took out a piece of paper and posted it on the wall of their shop.

"What? What?" The curious people asked immediately. Was there some kind of notice from the imperial court? Oh, no, this wasn't someone from the imperial court, but someone from the Fucha family.

But it doesn't really matter, isn't the Fucha family officials in the imperial court?

Then, they saw the 'job posting' on the notice board, and the benefits seemed quite good. It was so good that the people looked at each other in disbelief.

"It's good to be able to read and do math. If my son could do it too, I would definitely let him do it."

"I heard that so-and-so next door doesn't charge such high wages. Is there some kind of scam?"

"Didn't the notice say that the shopkeeper embezzled the master's money and wanted to find someone with clean hands and an honest background?"

"It's really infuriating that we have such a hard time finding jobs because of these people..."

They were all discussing it there. Of course, there was also a shill hired by the Fucha family. We have to talk about how the Fucha family treated them. The host family was very kind, gentle and generous.

Chen Jialuo participated in all of these things, but she didn't truly participate. After being given the requirements, she was learning how to manage the Yuqing Palace in the future. However, Chen Jialuo also had her own ideas.

Chen Jialuo is a bit troublesome because she manages the household like her mother. She has all sorts of problems, like "too much clarity leaves no fish" and "turn a blind eye to some things"... plus all sorts of eyeliner.

She felt she needed to be more careful and learn to manage her time; how could she possibly handle so much work?

She remembered a scene from a TV series she'd seen somewhere, and after touching her chin, she decided to try it out at the Fucha family's residence for a while. If it worked out, she would move directly to Yuqing Palace. This was called a pilot program.

Fucha Fujin was still quite worried about her daughter. There were still six months left, so she decided to try it out first. If anything didn't work, they could stop and make corrections. She was there to support her.

So Chen Jialuo started a big 'fuss' by implementing a clock-in system for work, with two people working in a group and frequently switching teams, and having to report and record where they went.

Yes, it's the people below who are being messed with.

When she handed the plan to Fucha Fujin, Fucha Fujin looked at her young daughter, remained silent for half a second. It was rare for the child to show such determination, so she should always give her a chance to prove herself.

How can one grow quickly if they watch from behind without experiencing setbacks?

Then……

At first, the servants of the Fucha family thought that their superiors were crazy and only knew how to torment them. But after a short time, Fucha Fujin found that the servants had actually become much more well-behaved.

They even uncovered two spies from other families. Fucha Fujin thought: Could it be that fools are truly blessed?

Consort Fucha is no fool. As the champion of the inner court's power struggles, she certainly knows what kind of personality her daughter has. She used to raise her to be innocent and carefree. Did she really think that she could become ruthless and scheming after just a short period of teaching?

She should have started to doubt whether this was her daughter.

At most, they've just changed it to make it look more intimidating.

"Father, Father, someone is hiring a manager! I... I went to look for workers today, and I got the job! Your legs... your legs... there's hope!" In a deep alley, a young man excitedly ran to find his elderly father. Looking at his father lying on the sickbed, he wept with overwhelming emotion.

Liu Quan was originally a scholar, but unfortunately he offended a spoiled young master from the maternal clan of the Third Prince. Don't think that being a scholar is a big deal in a small town; in the capital, a place full of nobles, he is nothing.

His father's leg was broken by a young master from the Ma family, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't pass the imperial examinations and was fired from his job.

The Fucha family was hiring, and he had heard that it was the future Crown Princess's shop, so they probably wouldn't be afraid of the Majia clan. They were all powerful Manchus, so presumably...

He had no idea what to do, but when he went for the job interview, he was hired immediately. They valued his literacy and numeracy skills, and most importantly, he had to be obedient and not cause trouble.

Whether the bookstore makes a profit or not is irrelevant. The main thing is that if the storybooks are well-written, the people above will be happy and they will be paid ten taels of silver a month. They specialize in collecting storybooks and receive a base salary of fifty taels of silver for each book based on the topics specified by the authorities. The commission is divided separately based on the sales volume.

Liu Quan was overjoyed, as this meant his father's leg was now in a better position, and the shopkeeper was even kind enough to give him an advance on a month's wages.

"Really? Really? My son, my son has made something of himself." The old man listened to his son's words with great satisfaction.

"Father, we'll get better and better." It's just writing storybooks, right? He can do that too. He doesn't know which princess likes this type of storybook, but it doesn't matter, as long as he has money, he can get published.

Once he has saved enough money, he will definitely go back to school and pass the imperial examinations to become a Juren or Jinshi... or perhaps, he will please those in power and have them recognize his talent. He will not let that scoundrel off so easily.

"Quan, don't go, don't go and fight with those young masters. We can't win." Seeing his son's expression, the old man knew that his son was unwilling to give up, so he could only try to persuade him.

On the other hand, the Ma Jia clan, being a large clan, naturally had many branches. The young master who injured Liu Quan was the illegitimate son of the Ma Jia clan head, who was naturally the father of Consort Rong, Ma Jia.

But Consort Rong was the one who climbed the highest, and there was also the Third Prince. How could she not be proud and honored?

On this day, he heard that someone actually dared to take in that brat who had offended him?

Enraged, an investigation was launched, only to discover it belonged to the Fucha family? The future Crown Princess's shop?

Crown Princess? ? ?

hateful!

He dared not provoke them, but he felt aggrieved, and there were people around him fanning the flames, saying, "The Crown Princess is the Third Prince's sister-in-law, how can she be so disrespectful to the Third Prince's cousin?"

"That's right, that's right. They don't take the Third Prince seriously at all. You are the Third Prince's maternal cousin."

"Don't say that. She's the Crown Princess, how could she possibly be interested in our young master Ma Jia?"

The constant back-and-forth inflammatory remarks only fueled the anger of the young, hot-blooded, and thoughtless playboy.

It's just the Fucha family...

Then, a sudden, deafening clap of thunder interrupted his act of revenge; the Empress Dowager had passed away…

With the death of the Empress Dowager, the capital has been in a state of panic lately, with no one daring to cause trouble. Well, mainly because the old fathers at home always keep a close eye on their own spoiled sons.

They don't understand. Anyone who's been in officialdom knows how bad the emperor's mood can be. If you cause trouble, you'll face severe punishment. You might even be thrown into prison or executed.

(End of this chapter)