It’s better to starve to death than to be trapped in the Prime Minister’s Mansion!
"Your Excellency, the Prime Minister! Your Excellency, the Prime Minister..."
After calling out several times, Su Qingli chased forward without giving up, trying to stop Fu Xuechen and explain, but was stopped by his subordinates: "Miss Su, I dare not disobey the Prime Minister's order. Please don't embarrass me, Miss Su."
Su Qingli had no choice but to give up and went back dejectedly, sighing as she looked at the basket of sachets.
Today is also a day when she cannot go out to sell sachets. Plans cannot keep up with changes. She thought she could use Fu Xuechen's power to change a new name, but in the end she lost more than she gained.
Unable to do business as promised, Su Qingli felt a bitter taste in her throat.
Fu Xuechen didn't come to visit her either. She waited anxiously in despair, without any appetite. Her maid Qingzhu was very worried.
"Miss, please eat something. Your body won't be able to bear it if you don't eat. Look at how listless you are. What if you get sick from hunger?"
Qingzhu stood beside the bed with bowls and chopsticks in his hands and a wrinkled face, giving earnest advice, hoping that Su Qingli would listen and not starve herself.
Su Qingli's lips were pale, and her tender fingertips gently pushed Qingzhu's hand: "Qingzhu, I can't eat. If I can't do business for a day, I won't have an appetite for a day."
Her eyes fell on the pile of sachets in the room. As long as she couldn't go to the market to sell them, she wouldn't want to eat.
Rather than being trapped in the Prime Minister's Mansion, I'd rather starve to death!
Su Qingli knew that she was extremely weak now, but even if she had enough food and drink, she could only be trapped in the narrow world of the Prime Minister's Mansion and could not go out and show her talents. What was the point of living?
The strong will to survive that she had finally mustered was cruelly crushed by Fu Xuechen.
Qingzhu was so distressed that she was about to cry, her two almond-shaped eyes sparkling with crystal tears: "Miss, please listen to me, I beg you."
Su Qingli simply closed her eyes, immersed in the dark world, and ignored Qingzhu. She had almost no strength left to speak.
Seeing that Su Qingli refused to submit to Fu Xuechen's tyranny, Qingzhu knew that this was not a long-term solution and was helpless. She watched Su Qingli finally fall ill in bed.
"Master Prime Minister, please save the young lady!" Qingzhu ran to Fu Xuechen crying, knelt down with a thud, and banged her head heavily on the ground.
Fu Xuechen has been depressed these days and doesn't have the courage to see Su Qingli. He needs to calm down and have time to heal his wounds.
He was also afraid that he was too soft-hearted and could not stand Su Qingli's nagging, and he was also afraid that Su Qingli would leave him.
"What's wrong with your young lady?" Fu Xuechen did not expect Su Qingli to be so stubborn this time. He was still deeply immersed in the chaotic thoughts.
Qingzhu sobbed and lowered her head as she replied, "The young lady is ill. She hasn't eaten for a few days. It's all my fault for being useless and unable to persuade her."
Fu Xuechen said nothing, his expression suddenly changed, he stood up and hurried towards Su Qingli's room.
At this moment, Su Qingli was lying on the bed, breathing weakly, and looking sick, as if her death was near.
"You actually threatened me with a hunger strike. If you really starve to death, you'll only dirty my place. I can be merciful and help you change your name and let you go out to sell sachets, but don't think that just because you pay me back, you can happily get along with Xie Linyuan!"
Although Fu Xuechen spoke in a very unfriendly tone, he actually felt very sorry for what Su Qingli had done and felt extremely upset.
He had never expected that Su Qingli would do this for Xie Linyuan.
Su Qingli opened her dry and pale lips, but could not utter a word. Her lips trembled slightly.
"Miss, would you like to eat something?" Qingzhu was so happy that she brought a bowl of warm millet porridge and slowly put it into Su Qingli's mouth spoon by spoon.
Fu Xuechen did not leave the room, but glanced at Su Qingli out of the corner of his eye after she finished drinking half a bowl of porridge.
Then he walked out of the door with heavy steps.
After spending two days recuperating, Su Qingli was finally able to get out of bed and walk freely.
As soon as I got out of bed, I saw Fu Xuechen striding in with a gloomy face.
"This is your latest household registration. I will keep my word. Miss Su, please keep it. Don't embarrass the Prime Minister's Mansion when you go out. Remember the way home and come back the same way you left."
He threw the household registration book at Su Qingli's feet, looked at her, and left resolutely.
Su Qingli picked it up happily. With this household registration book, she could use it to apply for a travel permit. When she went out to do business, if the government officials came to check, she could take out this travel permit.
The three small regular script characters "Jiang Qianmo" on the household registration book caught my eye.
The next day, Su Qingli got the travel permit and set off on her journey without stopping, carrying the sachet on her back.
Qingzhu arrived in a carriage. She was worried about Su Qingli going alone. "Miss, you've just recovered. Don't overwork yourself. I've borrowed a carriage from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Let's go to the market in town."
Su Qingli looked at the smiling Qingzhu and said as she stepped on the footstool and entered the carriage: "Qingzhu, come inside and talk to me."
Qingzhu responded, lifted the thick coarse cloth curtain, got into the carriage, and sat diagonally opposite Su Qingli.
"Miss, how did you make so many beautiful sachets? I remember that you have never learned embroidery." Qingzhu took the sachet in her hand and observed it carefully. This embroidery skill cannot be mastered in a short period of time. Maybe her young lady is a genius who can learn it quickly.
"This was embroidered by Xiaoxiang. I asked her to do this favor. Her embroidery skills are outstanding, and it complements this high-quality fabric very well."
The bumpy carriage was driving on the official road leading to Xing'an Town. The quiet tree-lined path was filled with the crisp chirping of birds. Su Qingli answered Qingzhu's questions.
Qingzhu nodded silently. She and Xiaoxiang were old acquaintances, having worked together in the Marquis' Mansion for some time. "Sister Xiaoxiang is married and has children, isn't she? She still has a conscience and knows that the young lady is in trouble, so she can help out a little."
"I plan to partner with her in the sachet business. She'll take half of the profits and I'll take half. Embroidery work is quite hard for her, and her husband's family isn't particularly wealthy, and she has a child to raise."
Su Qingli understood Xiaoxiang's difficulties and hard work, and told Qingzhu her thoughts.
Qingzhu pouted and grumbled, vying to help Su Qingli share her worries and solve her problems: "Miss, next time you make sachets, you must call me. I am also your maid. If Sister Xiaoxiang can help you, I can also do something for you."
Su Qingli laughed so hard that her body shook. She stretched out her fingers and pinched Qingzhu's delicate face: "Qingzhu, if you pout any more, you can hang an oil bottle on your lips. I will definitely call you next time. You and Xiaoxiang will be my left and right arms from now on."
Su Qingli was in a good mood today. The master and servant were talking and laughing in the carriage, and before they knew it, they arrived at the market in Xing'an Town.
The market was bustling with people coming and going. Su Qingli jumped off the carriage with the help of Xiaoxiang.
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