Niman smiled and said, "Didn't you hear what the young master said? Starting today, I'm not feeling well, so I'll have to decline any visits. We should also stop the business cooperation."

"Yes," the butler replied respectfully.

The news of the argument between the father and son living in the backyard had already spread.

Yehenara was looking at the gifts sent from various households, feeling very happy. She picked out the most precious items and prepared to put them into her own storeroom.

Hearing the report from her servants, she was worried because, although she didn't know what had happened, her master had quickly ordered that no guests be received in the mansion recently.

He quickly led the people to the study.

Then, in the study, Herschelnemann heard a servant report that the lady had arrived with her entourage.

Niman was surprised for a moment, but still let them in.

"Master, are you feeling unwell? Have you called a doctor?" Yehenara asked, having composed herself outside, as she entered and looked at Niman with concern.

Seeing his wife's worried expression, Niman felt a surge of emotion. His earlier intention to ask something vanished instantly, and he shook his head, saying, "Madam, there's no need to worry. It's just a temporary measure."

Seeing Yehenara's confusion, Niman didn't explain, only saying that it was for the good of the family. He also didn't mention Mingxiu's letter. Although he didn't know the specific situation in the inner quarters and never thought that Yehenara would mistreat her daughter, he still had some clues about her relationship with Jiahui over the years.

Yehenara clan did not know the specifics of the matter, nor did they know why Niman did not intend to see anyone again, and even abandoned the business he had planned to do.

Hearing this, she really couldn't sit still, but Niman just wouldn't say. She couldn't stand Niman's pestering anymore, which meant it was related to the palace.

Seeing that she couldn't get anything out of him, Yehenara made an excuse and left.

“My lord, since you have nothing else to do, I will go and attend to other matters. I still have a lot of things to take care of in my courtyard.”

Niman nodded. It just so happened that he had been planning to visit his new beauty that evening, and now that she was gone, it was just as well.

Yehenara left with a smile on her face.

As soon as she stepped out of the courtyard, her face darkened. What did the palace mean? It probably meant Hesheli Mingxiu's intentions. That bitch really was her nemesis everywhere.

He attributed all the credit to his younger brother and father, which made the master pay more attention to his eldest son and allowed him to leave home to study at the Imperial Academy. This also dashed his own hopes of raising a spoiled eldest son.

Now that he's grown up, he's even more difficult to deal with. Every time she looks at him, she feels resentful. All of this should have been her son's doing.

Now that things are better at home, I'm just giving those who want to befriend their family a chance, and this Hesheli Mingxiu is still haunting me.

Now that I've already accepted gifts from other families, I need to think about how to resolve this matter.

Retreat is out of the question.

Thinking of Yehenara, she quickly walked back to her courtyard.

Palace

After sending the items out, Mingxiu stopped paying attention to them. She was in the palace and couldn't do anything about it anyway. She just hoped that her family would listen to her advice.

Mingxiu worked listlessly. With the weather getting colder, most of the things in Mingxiu Palace needed to be replaced. The hydrangeas had already fallen this year, and Mingxiu planned to move the hydrangeas to a different location.

Then I'll plant a plum tree next to it, but I also want to build a glass house next to it, so that in winter I can watch the snowflakes fall while staying warm and enjoy the snow scene.

However, Mingxiu got stuck at the very first step. The craftsmen in the palace had worked on the glass room design before, so it only required slight modifications. But this was in an ancient, antique setting.

Mingxiu looked ahead, thinking that this combination of Chinese and Western styles just didn't look good no matter how she looked at it.

After frowning and thinking for a long time, I finally remembered that the previous methods of combining wood and glass were all about piecing them together, which might be more harmonious.

But this presents a problem: Mingxiu can't draw. She holds a pen and pokes it around on her chin, but can't find a place to start drawing.

In the end, he gave up on the idea of ​​drawing it himself and decided to go out and find someone who could draw it.

When it comes to people who can paint, the first person Mingxiu thinks of is Emperor Kangxi, but when she got to the door, she turned and went to Yuqing Palace.

The main concern was that the Emperor would always dislike her, and she would always need to be paid. Mingxiu touched her slightly sore waist and decided to give up.

She remembered that Emperor Kangxi had mentioned that Yinreng was a very good painter, so she figured he could probably paint it too.

Mingxiu led her entourage straight to Yuqing Palace. When they arrived, Yinreng had not yet returned. Wulan told Mingxiu to wait a while, saying that His Highness the Crown Prince would be back soon.

Mingxiu nodded. She was familiar with this place, so she told everyone to go do their own thing and just wait.

Pushing open the window, Mingxiu saw the door she had previously been so suspicious of, and couldn't help but laugh. In the end, the Emperor still found out about it.

Mingxiu wasn't clear on how they punished her, but it was nothing more than writing things down. Mingxiu didn't care, and she just had someone deliver things to her a few more times over those two days.

Yinreng had just finished school when he heard that Consort Ming had arrived. Yinreng was stunned for a moment when he heard the news, and then ran quickly to Yuqing Palace, not even paying attention to the eldest prince who was behind him.

The servant who came to inform him glanced at Yinti apologetically. Yinti didn't say anything, but looked at Yinreng with a face full of sympathy, wondering if his younger brother Baocheng had done something again.

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