Chapter 707 sounds so awful.

Lord Zhao looked at Song Chunxue and asked in a serious tone, "Missing him?"

"..." Song Chunxue turned and went into the house without expression.

She's easily embarrassed!

He's gotten so used to calling her "junior brother" that he doesn't really treat her like a woman anymore.

Oh well, why should she be shy? What he said was the truth, she's just too ashamed to admit it.

She suddenly felt a little regretful. If only she could get to know a few other female Daoists like herself, at least she wouldn't be in such an awkward situation.

But thinking about it carefully, there are very few women in this world who cultivate Taoism. If someone like her can roam the world freely, she must have experienced a lot of hardships and struggles, or she must have gone up the mountain to cultivate from a young age...

No, there are plenty of boys who have no one to take care of them, but girls who have no one to take care of them may never grow up.

Sigh, never mind, I don't want to think about it.

Song Chunxue planned to go to the kitchen to make breakfast. The three of them had already had tea and steamed buns and planned to go out and look around the neighborhood before returning before dinner.

This time, however, they were still careful and did not leave through the main gate, but instead quietly left on their swords.

After breakfast, Song Chunxue went to find her daughter, Jiang Hongying, who was indeed at the steamed bun shop.

It's all her fault for not thinking things through and giving Hongying the hardest job.

"Mother, what brings you here?"

Jiang Hongying took Xiujuan with her, brought her some steamed buns, and served her a bowl of soup.

"Eat it while it's hot." Jiang Hongying sat down opposite Xiujuan, holding her happily. "Mother, aren't you in a hurry to go to Jincheng?"

Song Chunxue ate her steamed bun. "What's wrong?"

"I was just asking. Why don't you bring the horse into our pen and feed it together? I'm worried that you haven't fed it on time for a long time, and it might get thin from being hungry if you forget to feed it."

That's true. I went out this morning, but then I remembered there were horses in the backyard. I went back to take a look, and it seems my senior brother has already filled in the hay.

"Okay, I'll take it over at noon."

As she spoke, Song Chunxue took out a money bag and pushed it towards her.

"Why don't you renovate this steamed bun shop, or sell it off and find a more relaxed job? I think selling rouge or tools would be good enough, no need to get up early and work hard."

Jiang Hongying was stunned. Seeing the heavy money bag, she was quite startled.

“Mom, I can’t accept this. It’s okay to work hard. I plan to sell the child when he’s a little older. We’ve earned some money ourselves, so we can’t take your money anymore.”

Song Chunxue's attitude was firm and left no room for refusal: "Take it if I give it to you. I've already given the eldest one, and the other three won't be shortchanged either. I didn't give you any before because we didn't have any, but now I have money, and you've worked the hardest among all the children."

"Sell it off next month, and find something easier by the end of the year, otherwise I'll take the money back. You guys need to put your minds to it and find a business that won't lose money. I'll also ask around for you; Yao Man and Mei Yang know more about these things than you do."

Jiang Hongying lowered her head, her eyes red and sniffling. "Then I'll accept it. Thank you for your hard work, Mother. You came back from a trip and immediately gave me money. You didn't take on some dangerous business, did you?"

"Don't go next time. We only have one mother. It doesn't matter if we don't have much money, we can always make ends meet..."

As she spoke, Jiang Hongying choked up and hugged Xiujuan, bursting into tears.

Song Chunxue patted her on the back and pulled Xiujuan to sit down in front of her.

"No, that's not true. I just went out to broaden my horizons. But I have to say something to you. You think you can keep Xiujuan to help out because she's a girl, but she's still a child. We can afford to support her now. Let Xiujuan go to school with Xiaolong and the others. I'll give you the money. Xiujuan must go to school."

Although she knew that Xiujuan was also studying, she wasn't as valued as her two sons. She was only studying sporadically. Whenever Xiujuan complained that she couldn't get up, Hongying would stop her from going and keep her company.

Xiujuan was already a grown woman. She leaned against Song Chunxue's chest and looked up at her.

"Grandma, it's okay that I don't go to school. Most girls don't go to school. The teacher said it's fine if they don't like to study. They'll just get married in the future."

"Bullshit!" Song Chunxue said irritably. "Which teacher is so bad? Let's not go there, let's find another place to study. That person just doesn't want to teach anymore and has no good intentions."

“Hongying, who is his teacher? I’m going to confront him.” She felt that the teacher was immoral and had corrupted the child.

Jiang Hongying looked uncomfortable. "We can just switch to another private school. I know the person who said that, and we seem to be related by blood. It's hard to say."

"Then don't be stingy with money, find a decent tutor for the child. If I find out you say such things to the child again, I will definitely come to your door to demand an explanation."

Jiang Hongying nodded repeatedly. Her mother's temper was now straightforward, unlike before when she would always give in. She had to go along with her mother's wishes.

"I will search carefully, Mother, don't worry."

With the assurance in hand, Song Chunxue felt relieved. "Then I'll go ask Yao Man if she's given me the revenue for the past two months yet, and I'll also take a look at the accounts."

She looked at her daughter, her heart aching. "I'll go buy you some more fabric. You won't have to buy steamed buns anymore. You can dress nicely every day and do some leisurely business, like selling fabric."

“Mother, you don’t have to feel that I’m not doing well just because you see other people’s daughters doing well,” Jiang Hongying knew what she was thinking. “Actually, I’m doing quite well now. Everyone has their own way of living. If you worry about us every day, how can you concentrate on your cultivation?”

Jiang Hongying deftly wrapped some buns in oil paper.

“Don’t go empty-handed. It may not be worth much money, but it’ll make it easier to get in, right?” Jiang Hongying said, walking over and patting her shoulder. She spoke in a rare, coquettish tone, “You have no idea how many people envy me. Mother, don’t worry about me.”

Song Chunxue walked a long way with the steaming buns in her hands, the hot buns warming her palms.

Hongying is right. You have to live your own life; you can't teach someone step by step.

They each did their best and left no regrets.

Upon arriving at the Fortune Inn, Yao Man was sitting on the second floor, basking in the sun and eating sunflower seeds. She was dressed in gorgeous and elegant clothes.

A young man was wiping the table behind her, occasionally saying something to Yao Man, which made her laugh out loud.

As Song Chunxue walked up the stairs, she saw the man in his twenties bending down and touching Yao Man.

Tsk, Song Chunxue turned around, wondering if she had arrived at the wrong time.

Just as she was hesitating, the young man, who was not bad-looking, happened to turn around and glance at her.

Yao Man also realized something was wrong and turned to look at the stairwell.

"Oh, Sister Song is here! Come and sit down." Yao Man smiled broadly, stood up, flicked her handkerchief at the man beside her, and said, "Go and prepare some tea and wine, and a few side dishes as well. This is our head manager, do you recognize him?"

"Yes, Sister Man, Sister Song."

He nodded to Song Chunxue, took the rag, and went downstairs.

"Have you lost weight? And you've gotten even paler after going out?" Yao Man looked her up and down. "It makes me want to become a Buddhist monk. How come you seem to be getting younger as you get older?"

Everyone loves to hear that, and Song Chunxue is no exception.

"You look younger too, radiant! Could it be that someone else has taken your place?"

Yao Man leaned back in her chair, scrutinizing her. "No, I was just teasing him a bit. I heard that Lord Xie went out with you, but came back with the Taoist priest. You were still hooking him up, weren't you?"