“A person who is too spoiled may not suffer at home, but will suffer greatly when they go out,” Su Jiaoniang said softly, and Granny Tang nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

That's not the case. It's just that even if the masters suffer losses, their lives are still better than those of the servants.

Tang Pozi had mixed feelings. After the two who had been arguing in the pavilion left, she led Su Jiaoniang toward Madam Feng's courtyard.

Su Jiaoniang smiled and walked into the flower hall. She immediately felt a cool breeze and the room was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. Madam Feng, who was on the chaise longue, looked tired and slightly unwell, and seemed to be in poor health.

"Sister Su is here, please sit here." Madam Feng spoke, her voice melodious and alluring, as if she herself had a seductive charm. She turned aside and offered Su Jiaoniang the chaise lounge.

Su Jiaoniang smiled and nodded, sitting opposite Madam Feng. As for sitting on the same bed, she didn't like being too close to people.

Madam Feng didn't mind. She stared at Su Jiaoniang and suddenly said, "Sister, your complexion has improved a lot. You are so beautiful and radiant. I wonder how many hearts you will be captivated by."

"??" Her body was indeed quite good-looking, and her original gentleness was slowly changing under the erosion of her soul. But what did Madam Feng mean by this? Was she going to pimp for her? Su Jiaoniang stared at Madam Feng.

Madam Feng covered her mouth and chuckled: "Are you thinking about the cake business?"

Su Jiaoniang: "Indeed."

Madam Feng beckoned to the maidservant serving behind her. The maidservant went to the study and returned with a stack of papers in her hand. Su Jiaoniang glanced through them and saw that Madam Feng had offered her a great deal of benefits.

The shares are split 40/60, with Madam Feng receiving 40% and Su Jiaoniang receiving 60%.

"I'll cover the shop location, staff selection, and material costs. You just need to train the kitchen staff. How about that?" Madam Feng asked.

Su Jiaoniang had nothing to say; she certainly didn't lose out in this division of profits.

Nod, read it, and then sign your name.

Madam Feng's gaze lingered on Xiao Changsheng for a moment, then she suddenly said, "Take good care of your Mr. Gu; you might need him in the future."

Thinking of Rong Zhen's fleeting attention to Su Jiaoniang, Madam Feng couldn't help but say that she and Rong Zhen had a childhood friendship, and she had been toyed with to the point of death by that pervert.

If it's someone you have no feelings for, you'll be played to death.

If we can have the regent of Qi as our backer, things might be better if we encounter danger in the future.

Su Jiaoniang looked up and her gaze fell on Madam Feng.

At this moment, Madam Feng closed her eyes, seemingly very tired.

Su Jiaoniang left with Changsheng.

From a distance, I could hear the sound of someone gagging coming from inside.

Could it be that she has a child with her lover?

Su Jiaoniang began to let her thoughts wander... As for Gu Xizhou, whom Madam Feng had told her to treat well, she felt that she should treat him as the child's first husband.

Changsheng, however, would occasionally glance at Su Jiaoniang.

He asked, "Godmother, do you still love Futu's father?"

"Yes, I love you. Only when mountains crumble and the world ends will I part from you." Su Jiaoniang continued to establish her persona.

At this moment, Changsheng felt a slight pang of anxiety. So many women in Qi were throwing themselves at the regent who was fearless of death, which was enough to prove the regent's charm, but his godmother still didn't give him a second glance.

Why!

Su Jiaoniang chuckled and ruffled Changsheng's hair.

She knows what the child is thinking.

However... she really had no feelings for Gu Xizhou. Gu Xizhou was a man of both good and evil, and he held immense power in the court. Living with such a person would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den.

After wandering around the market, Su Jiaoniang returned to the village.

At this moment, Gu Xizhou had already brought Xiaoya home. Xiaoya was riding on Gu Xizhou's shoulders, giggling, and seemed to be somewhat dependent on Gu Xizhou.

Changsheng stared wide-eyed, as if he were seeing a hallucination.

Su Jiaoniang glanced at it but didn't take it seriously. She looked towards the kitchen, where a delicious aroma was already wafting from it.

"Mother!" The little girl jumped off Gu Xizhou's neck and took Su Jiaoniang's hand: "Mother, I cooked noodles with the teacher."

"Fantastic!" Su Jiaoniang didn't hold back her praise.

The sky outside gradually turned black.

Lu Futu had just returned home from school when Lu Defu, the father of Lu Wujiu, knocked on the door with a red paper in hand.

Upon seeing Lu Defu, fragments of memories flashed through Su Jiaoniang's mind.

When the two Zhu families bullied her, Lu Defu would occasionally say a word of justice and sometimes give Futu and Xiaoya small treats. Lu Defu was a very strange person.

He said he took care of the original owner, but he didn't stop Old Zhu from driving the original owner out.

Little Zhu brought Yang the Cripple to humiliate the original body, and he did not stop it.

He was said to be riddled with serious illnesses, and it was because of his care that Xiaoya and Futu were able to survive. Otherwise, how could the original owner of this body, a woman, have protected her child?

“Dai Shu passed the imperial examination and became a scholar. We’re family after all; blood is thicker than water. You have to go,” Lu Defu said. He then looked at Su Jiaoniang and shoved the invitation into her hand.

Su Jiaoniang didn't really want it, but the original owner's memories somewhat affected her.

She's gone, so be it; it won't have any impact on her.

Lu Defu waved to Futu and Xiaoya, but Xiaoya held Gu Xizhou's hand and didn't move.

Futu blinked but didn't approach. In the dream, he was sold by Lu Dashan, and his grandfather didn't stop him. He didn't really want to remember the little bit of cornbread and vegetable dumplings Lu Dashan had given him.

He's just a child now, and children forget things easily. He's forgotten the past, and he doesn't recognize the people in front of him.

He turned to look at Su Jiaoniang: "Mother, who is he? He looks familiar."

“It’s your grandfather.” Although Su Jiaoniang didn’t like Lu Defu, he was still the child’s grandfather, and she didn’t really want to sever the child’s bloodline.

"Futu has a grandfather? Then why didn't his grandfather save Futu when he was kidnapped by human traffickers?" As soon as Futu spoke, Lu Defu withdrew his outstretched hand.

The child doesn't want to acknowledge him, so be it, he's not his biological grandson after all.

Lu Defu turned and left.

Gu Xizhou's gaze fell on Lu Defu, his eyes deep.

"Let's eat!" Su Jiaoniang glanced at the food in the kitchen.

Simple fried noodles with soybean paste, very simple.

After filling her stomach, Su Jiaoniang began telling stories to her three children, such as the tortoise and the hare and the ugly duckling, until Gu Xizhou took the children to practice martial arts, giving her a little free time.

On an autumn night, the wind was slightly cool, and insects chirped in the grass.

Several children in the yard were also screaming.

Su Jiaoniang listened and suddenly laughed. "The gentle breeze and bright moon are in my arms, I have children and fields, and life is peaceful and good. Such a life is delightful."

Two days passed in a flash, and Lu Daishu passed the imperial examination and held a grand banquet to entertain the villagers.

Su Jiaoniang led Lu Futu and Xiaoya to the next house. Just as she stepped out of the house, she saw Gu Xizhou following her out.

"You're going too?" Su Jiaoniang asked in surprise.

Gu Xizhou nodded.

"Aren't you afraid of being targeted by others..." Su Jiaoniang thought of how Lu Congrong was obsessed with Gu Xizhou.

“But there’s still you!” Gu Xizhou retorted.

Su Jiaoniang felt that she might not be able to protect Gu Xizhou.

"Let's go," Gu Xizhou said, and walked towards the Lu family first.

Looking at Gu Xizhou's back, Su Jiaoniang felt that he looked familiar, as if she had seen this figure before.