Through a transmigration, An Zhengzheng, a young lady from a prestigious business family, is reborn as the young lady of a cultivation clan. In this world where women cannot achieve the Dao through...
"Grandmother, if Qinghuan remembers correctly, when I returned to pay my respects to you half a month ago, you were burning mind-calming incense in your room. That stuff gathers energy and calms the soul. Did you rest well?"
An Qinghuan asked her.
Madam An was taken aback and asked her why she was asking this.
Anping reacted quickly. Anmao hadn't said anything about An Zhengzheng's matter, so as her uncle, he didn't feel comfortable speaking up either.
But An Qinghuan is his daughter!
He said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Qinghuan, why are you bringing this up?"
“Father, I want you to see this clearly. The clothes that the An family couldn’t sell for two years were… she wrote about them in a magazine and found a girl with the right style…”
"The new incense and tea in my grandmother's room, the aunts' cosmetics, jade bracelets and hairpins to nourish their bodies, and the new elixirs that my father and the clansmen have acquired... all are thanks to the Hundred Women's Pavilion."
As a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, An Qinghuan had been paying close attention to the movements of the Hundred Women's Pavilion for a long time.
The makeup techniques inside can transform one's appearance without any special skills, and have absolutely no side effects; it's truly amazing.
They no longer need to take the Jade Face Powder or suffer from intestinal cramps once a month as before; they can simply cover up the blemishes on their faces with a special ointment.
An Zhengzheng really saved them!
Therefore, once this magazine was launched, almost every girl in the Hehuan Sect had a copy.
I wish I could take notes in a booklet and painstakingly extract every single word.
Therefore, they also carefully read the biographies of the figures in the Hundred Women's Pavilion.
"Are you confused?" Anping said, frowning. "Do you know that she rejected the Zhou family... the Zhou family! That's the Zhou family!"
Their An family had already fallen on hard times, so the opportunity to marry into the Zhou family was a great honor for them.
But An Zhengzheng actually gave up!
Many families of cultivators wanted to bring honor to their clans and families, but An Zhengzheng actually gave up. What a huge loss that was.
Even ten Hundred Women Pavilions couldn't make up for this loss!
What if we anger the Zhou family again...
"So what if she gave up? Would it be a good thing if she actually married him?" An Qinghuan had also become much more sober. "Zhou Rongsheng has had two wives in succession, and countless concubines..."
Anping immediately rebuked her: "What are you saying?! How did the Hehuan Sect teach you to say such jealous things?"
An Qinghuan immediately shut up.
In the past, she would have thought that what she just said was jealousy.
But things are different now.
She knew that saying more would be useless, so she gritted her teeth and said resolutely, "Anyway, whether my grandmother and father punish me to kneel for three days or ten days, I will not cultivate the Joyful Union Sect anymore."
An Zhengzheng had previously told her to observe the aunts more, and she had done so.
The An family had fallen on hard times, and the aunts who married into the family came from even lower social classes than the An family.
Most of them were outstanding female disciples of the Hehuan Sect, which allowed them to enter the An family. On the surface, they all lived glamorous lives and were often referred to as Mrs. An.
An Qinghuan had seen her biological mother looking at herself in the mirror, and she was afraid of aging because she knew nothing but how to give birth and do housework.
She also noticed that An Zhengzheng's mother was being suppressed by her mother-in-law and didn't dare to say a word.
"At the very least, I have to try a different path..."
She seemed to have seen another way.
A few days ago, she saw An Yirou, who was working with An Zhengzheng at Bai Nu Ge, and had someone like Madam Pei to guide her.
Many female cultivators would also visit the Hundred Women's Pavilion to ask if they wanted their items recycled.