During breakfast, Lian'er noticed that something was wrong with her young mistress.
Although his expression remained indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.
But she could tell that she was unhappy.
She nudged Li Dou, who was still foolishly gnawing on a chicken leg, with her toe, and when he looked over, she winked at Jiang Qingwan.
Li Dou didn't understand, and innocently picked up a piece of chicken and put it in Jiang Qingwan's bowl.
"Miss, eat more meat."
Jiang Qingwan stopped stirring the porridge and then put down the porcelain spoon.
"Qingsui, after you finish eating, go to the coffin shop and order a large coffin. It must be made of locust wood, without red paint. Make it twice the size of a regular coffin, and also prepare some paper money and candles. Pay them extra, and you need it today. Watch them make it on-site. They can't cut corners or use other types of wood. The entire coffin must not be nailed. The master craftsman can do it."
"Lian'er, Li Dou, go to the market and buy a live chicken, a red-beaked rooster, over three years old. Also buy thirteen red-tailed carp, alive, and put them in a water-filled vat. After you're done, go to the Jingzhao Prefecture government office. I'll be waiting for you there."
After she finished speaking, she didn't eat another bite of food, got up and went back to her room.
Lian'er was worried. Since leaving the Qin family, she had never seen her young mistress like this.
"Miss Qinghui, did something happen last night? What happened to Miss...?"
Qing Sui thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"No."
They were having a great time drinking and eating on the pleasure boat, and on the way back to the manor, they were carried in their master's arms the whole time. What could possibly happen to them?
Could it be that you got tired from walking that short distance?
She's far too delicate.
"I've finished eating, I'll be going now."
Before the words had even faded, the person had vanished without a trace.
Helpless, Lian'er kicked Li Dou again.
"Can't you tell our young lady is unhappy?"
Li Dou said sullenly, "Buying a coffin and a live chicken means we're definitely offering sacrifices to someone. Miss is bound to be unhappy at this time. Has everyone in the Qin family died?"
Lian'er choked abruptly.
For a fleeting moment, I wondered if Li Dou's words might have come true.
Then I thought, how could that be?
If the entire manor had truly been wiped out, news of it would have spread long ago.
She shook her head, quickly tidied up the dishes, and pulled Li Dou out the door.
As I passed through the front yard, I noticed that the gate, which is usually rarely used, was unusually lively today, with many people coming and going, and quite a few carrying wooden boxes inside.
Just as Lian'er was wondering, she saw the shopkeeper of Tianhe Clothing Shop come out with the old tailor, and they walked right into each other's way.
She quickly curtsied.
"Well done, shopkeeper."
Tianhe Clothing Shop is very famous in Beijing.
Not only are their ready-to-wear garments beautiful, but you can also find all sorts of rare fabrics in their shop.
When they moved to the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, Lian'er bought two sets of Muyun gauze for Jiang Qingwan at Tianhe Clothing Shop, spending several hundred taels of silver.
I ordered from them a few more times later.
She had a sweet tongue and had bought many fine fabrics, spending lavishly. The shopkeeper naturally recognized her and immediately replied with a beaming smile, "Oh, it's Miss Lian'er! What a coincidence!"
Lian'er immediately curtsied again.
"Shopkeeper, is your business good? Making clothes at the Prince's mansion? If you have any good fabrics in the shop recently, please reserve some for my young lady."
People who run businesses tend to be quite talkative.
The shopkeeper was naturally delighted to have landed such a big order, and upon hearing this, he smiled and said...
"It won't work this month, we'll have to wait until next month. The Prince's Mansion is having a wedding, and they've bought all the finest fabrics. I wonder which girl is so lucky that even her undergarments are made of the finest Jiangnan silk—a single handkerchief can be worth the material of an entire outfit."
Lian'er was secretly anxious.
No wonder my young lady is in a bad mood.
It turns out the prince is getting married.
It seems he must be marrying that Princess Xiaoran.
The young lady and she had a long-standing feud. Once that county princess entered the household, they were bound to suffer.
She couldn't bear to see her mistress, who had just escaped the wolf's den, enter the tiger's territory.
You should definitely persuade them to move out as soon as possible.
The shopkeeper and the old tailor were both in a hurry to get back to work, so they cupped their hands in farewell and left.
Lian'er hurriedly curtsied to see him off, then looked back at the majestic main gate of the Prince's Mansion. She remembered what Mo Yunhan had done to Jiang Qingwan during this time, and stomped her feet in anger.
She had originally thought that the prince treated the young lady differently.
Only now do we realize that breaking into a woman's boudoir at night and drinking together was nothing more than a momentary pastime for the powerful and noble.
She said angrily, "Li Dou, let's go."
...
Yun Yaoyao died unmarried, and according to the rites of the Great Zhou Dynasty, she should be buried next to the Yun family ancestral hall.
They were blessed by the ancestors of the Yun family.
However, the Yun family was already dwindling in number. Later, Yun Xiaoran was granted the title of County Princess and moved all the ancestral tablets to Baici Mountain Villa. She rarely came to the cemetery to pay her respects, and it had long been abandoned.
Jiang Qingwan and her people searched for quite a while before finally finding it. Seeing the large patch of withered grass, they had it all pulled up.
Since I've already received the money, I'll consider this a favor.
After the withered grass was removed, the tombstone and the burial mound were revealed.
Jiang Qingwan hasn't done the job of consulting feng shui for burials for a long time.
Holding a compass, she walked back and forth, pointing with her little hand. Just as she determined the direction, she heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.
Mo Yunhan rode his falcon through the wind, followed closely by Ye Qi, who was always by his side.
Lian'er looked nervously at Jiang Qingwan, and sure enough, she saw that Jiang Qingwan's face darkened instantly. Lian'er became even more certain of her guess, and hurriedly stepped in front of Jiang Qingwan to block her, curtsied and bowed loudly.
"Greetings, Your Highness."
Before she could finish speaking, Qing Sui pulled her away, her voice very low.
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