Beijing, Zhong Mansion.

Ever since Mu came in person yesterday, Jiang Muxue's life in the Zhong Mansion has become more and more comfortable.

In fact, she had not been treated excessively harshly during her marriage to the Zhong family. Although Mrs. Yu would deliberately make things difficult for her, Zhong Lei not only had never hit her, he even stood up for her every time.

As long as she hides in Zhong Lei's arms, pretends to be wronged and acts coquettishly, Zhong Lei will favor and protect her.

She described herself in such a miserable way in front of Mrs. Mu just to get the people in the Marquis' Mansion to help her.

It was also to let Yu know that a phoenix that has fallen to the ground is still a phoenix, and that her status in marrying into the Zhong family, even if she is a concubine, is still more noble than ordinary concubines, and she, a girl from a poor family, cannot run up to her and act arrogantly.

But now she is indeed not as glorious as she was in the Marquis' Mansion.

That day, Jiang Muxue slept until 9:00 p.m., then she dressed up and went out.

She has been bedridden recently and hasn't been out for a walk for a long time, so today, after the rain, she thought of going out to buy herself some jewelry.

Jiang Muxue was helped by her maid into the carriage and left the house.

This carriage was arranged for her by Zhong Lei. It was small, narrow, and shaky. There was only a blanket on the ground. There were no snacks or small table.

She couldn't help but think of the palace's carriage, which was luxurious and spacious, covered with carpets and soft cushions, and was very comfortable to sit in.

The more she thought about it, the more unbalanced she felt, and the jealousy in her heart popped up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Jiang Muyu, it's all your fault that I've ended up in this situation. I will never let you have it easy, never!

The carriage swayed for a while before arriving at South Street.

"Aunt Jiang, we're here."

Jiang Muxue supported her aching waist as she stepped off the carriage. She glared at the driver and asked, "How do you drive? How dare you do this job when you are so unsteady?"

The driver immediately explained, "I have tried my best to drive steadily. It's just that this carriage is not good and the wheels are not worn out. There is nothing I can do."

"It's obviously your lack of skills, why are you blaming the carriage? Are you blaming the knife when you can't cook well?"

"I didn't..." The driver was an honest man, but he was not good at speaking. He couldn't find any words to refute him for a while, and his face was bitter and anxious.

The maidservant beside her also felt that Jiang Muxue was on the right track, and whispered: "Madam Jiang, this matter really cannot be blamed on the driver..."

Jiang Muxue glared at her and said, "How can you have a say here?"

The little maidservant immediately stopped talking. Two days ago, she accidentally broke a teacup and was punished by Jiang Muxue to kneel for a whole night. Her knees still hurt.

However, Jiang Muxue did not complain to the driver anymore, and said lightly, "Wait here."

So she walked towards the jewelry shop on South Street.

Suddenly I heard two little girls passing by discussing:

"I heard that Zhuyuxuan has launched new jewelry. Let's go take a look."

"Yes, in the past, the jewelry made by Zhenpin Pavilion was the best in Beijing. In the past two years, the popularity of pearls and jades has gradually increased, and the jewelry they make is all exquisite, not inferior to Zhenpin Pavilion."

"Yes, the jewelry from Pearl Jade Pavilion is not only beautiful, but also much cheaper than that from Treasure Pavilion."

"Yes, let's go quickly, or we'll miss it if we're too late."

Jiang Muxue heard this, gently waved her round fan, and said, "Let's go to Zhuyuxuan and take a look."

Then, she led the maid towards Zhuyuxuan.

South Street is the most lively area in the capital. It is not only dotted with restaurants and wine houses, but also music halls, tea houses, and all kinds of rouge, clothing, jewelry and other shops. It can be said that it covers all kinds of eating, drinking and entertainment.

Jiang Muxue was halfway there when she suddenly saw some very beautiful clothes displayed in a clothing store, so she went in.

She looked around and saw an indigo-colored dress with wide sleeves. She asked the shopkeeper, "How much is this dress?"

The shopkeeper introduced it enthusiastically: "This is our new product. It is made of wax-dyed material and will not fade after washing. Madam, you will definitely be stunning in this dress. The price is also moderate, only ten taels of silver."

Jiang Muxue frowned and reached out to touch the dress. It was indeed made of good material and well made.

But ten taels...

Jiang Muxue was always proud and could not bring herself to ask the shopkeeper to sell it to her at a lower price. So she proudly withdrew her hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped her fingers gently, saying disdainfully, "The material is a bit rough. I don't know if it will rub my skin when I wear it."

The shopkeeper has been doing business for such a long time, he has seen all kinds of customers. Hearing her say that, I knew she thought it was too expensive.

The shopkeeper's smile faded a little, and he said, "Madam, please don't talk nonsense. Although the material used in my clothes is not particularly high-quality, it is definitely a fine product. Moreover, wax dyeing is not something that ordinary masters can do. I bought this cloth from Hangzhou. It is not available in the capital."

Jiang Muxue snorted coldly and said, "Can the materials from Hangzhou be better than those from Beijing? Although I don't know what wax dye is, I know that Jinxiu Zhuang is the only one in Beijing. This kind of material is at most of medium or low quality in Jinxiu Zhuang."

When the shopkeeper heard that Jiang Muxue had worn clothes from Jinxiu Manor, his contempt disappeared and he put on a flattering smile, "Madam is right. My little shop is naturally not as good as Jinxiu Manor."

It was one of the best cloth factories in Tianqian Kingdom. It not only had its own dyeing and workshops, but also thousands of acres of mulberry fields and large silkworm gardens.

Even the ladies in the palace would ask Jinxiu Zhuang to make their clothes. The wives of the powerful and wealthy in the capital all followed the trend of wearing clothes from Jinxiu Zhuang. Girls from ordinary families could not afford a piece of fine cloth from Jinxiu Zhuang even if they saved money for several years.

Jiang Muxue really enjoyed the feeling of being fawned upon. She covered her lips with a handkerchief and said to the maid, "Forget it, Luju, let's go to Jinxiu Manor to see if there are any better materials."

"Yes, Jinxiu Zhuang has also launched new products recently." Luju was quite observant and cooperated very well.

The two turned around and were about to leave the shop when they were suddenly stopped by someone.

"Hey, isn't this Jiang Muxue, the eighth girl from the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion?"

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Muxue's back stiffened.

The shopkeeper then realized that she was actually the daughter of a marquis, and immediately felt annoyed, fearing that he had offended the distinguished guest!

Before he could say anything to persuade her to stay, a little girl in a swan yellow dress walked in from outside the door.

The storekeeper had seen this person before. She was the daughter of the Minister of War. He immediately went forward to greet her and said, "Miss Feng, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you in good health?"

"Thank you for your concern, shopkeeper. I'm fine." Feng Yaoyao smiled brightly and looked at Jiang Muxue with her chin raised to the sky. "I almost forgot that you are no longer a girl from the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion, but Concubine Jiang of the Zhong's mansion."

Jiang Muxue was filled with hatred, but she still pretended to be friendly and said with a smile, "It's Miss Feng. I haven't seen you for a while. Is Miss Feng's marriage going to be arranged?"

The smile on Feng Yaoyao's face froze for a moment. Marriage has always been a thorn in her heart. She is already seventeen years old and still hasn't chosen a man. She is about to become an old maid.

"I'm not in a hurry. After all, I'm the legitimate daughter of the Shangshu Mansion. I won't have trouble finding a good family. I want to be the mistress of a house in the future. I'm not like some people who ruin their reputations and end up being concubines of a poor family. If that's the case, I'd rather ask to be a nun in Daoshan."

"You..." Jiang Muxue gritted her teeth, her face turning pale and red in anger.

Although she was a concubine's daughter in the past, she was born in the Jing'an Marquis Mansion and was beautiful. She could always overshadow Feng Yaoyao in public. But things are different now. She no longer has the confidence to challenge Feng Yaoyao.

Seeing her so aggrieved, Feng Yaoyao felt relieved. He raised his eyebrows and asked the shopkeeper, "Which one did she like just now?"

The shopkeeper came to his senses at this moment, his heart was in ups and downs, and he finally understood that this person was the protagonist of the "Marquis's daughter married to a concubine" incident that had been widely circulated in the capital.

It was obvious that the two guests were not on good terms. He touched his nose and immediately decided where to stand. He said to Feng Yaoyao respectfully, "This lady likes this wax-dyed dress."

Feng Yaoyao only glanced at the dress and said without saying anything: "Pack it up, I want it."

"Yes." The shopkeeper immediately took off the clothes and went behind the counter.

Jiang Muxue watched this scene, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms, the hatred in her eyes burst out without any concealment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Feng Yaoyao, you are just picking up the things I don't want from behind, you are despicable!"

Feng Yaoyao snorted coldly and said, "You are wrong. I just took away something you wanted but couldn't get."