"Ranran, you'll definitely participate, right?" Yun Xiyue asked Yun Qingran for confirmation.
"Of course!" Yun Qingran replied confidently. This was a great opportunity to get the Flame Sun Grass and Snow Lotus Fruit, so how could she miss it?
Yun Qingran was happy for a moment, but then her big face fell again. She looked at Yun Xiyue with a tearful expression, "I want to participate, but what if the Empress doesn't choose me? Then I can't participate."
"You can recommend yourself. You can recommend yourself to whichever lady you want to serve. The ladies generally won't refuse," Yun Xiyue reassured her.
This is a time to compete for popularity, and the ladies in the palace are eager for noble ladies to volunteer and expand their performance teams.
"That's great!" Yun Qingran cheered again, her emotions shifting between sadness and joy without any attempt to hide them, perfectly embodying the essence of a mentally challenged person.
Yun Xiyue looked at her with a smile, a hint of mockery and pity in her gentle smile.
"Ranran, have you decided which empress you should serve?" Yun Xiyue asked Yun Qingran.
The original owner's mind was half filled with delicious food and half with handsome men; she knew nothing about the intricate factional relationships in the imperial court and the harem.
"Does Cousin Xiyue have any recommendations?" Yun Qingran asked Yun Xiyue.
Yun Xiyue looked like she was thinking carefully, and after a while, a happy smile appeared on her face. "Ranran, you can join Consort Ning's service. Consort Ning is beautiful and has just given birth to a little prince. She is the most favored by the Emperor."
"Mmm," Yun Qingran hummed in response.
Yun Xiyue thought that Ning Pin would listen to her and recommended herself to her, feeling a surge of joy in her heart.
Consort Ning is already in dire straits, and her temper is terrible. If Yun Qingran recommends herself to her, she'll suffer the consequences.
"Cousin Xiyue, which empress did you choose?" Yun Qingran asked Yun Xiyue curiously.
"The Imperial Noble Consort has already sent me an invitation through her niece, Liang Xuejing, asking me to enter the palace for rehearsals tomorrow," Yun Xiyue said with a proud smile.
The Imperial Noble Consort had two sons, Prince Zhou and Prince Yu. Prince Zhou was exceptionally talented in literature, while Prince Yu was incredibly brave; the two brothers were one skilled in literature and the other in martial arts. Moreover, the Imperial Noble Consort's family was very powerful, and she was also greatly favored by the Emperor.
It's no exaggeration to say that the Imperial Noble Consort was the most outstanding woman in the harem. Such a noble lady took the initiative to choose her, which shows how excellent she was.
Thinking of this, Yun Xiyue puffed out her chest.
"By the way, Ranran, I heard that the gambling den and Mudan Garden came to your house to collect debts today." Yun Xiyue said with concern and self-reproach. "I'm sorry, my whole family wasn't home today and couldn't help you. But I rushed back as soon as I heard the news." Yun Xiyue said guiltily.
"It's alright, I've taken care of everything." Yun Qingran smiled slightly. Inwardly, she thought, "I don't believe you! You're such a cunning green tea bitch!"
"Ah! It's resolved?" Yun Xiyue's eyebrows twitched, and her expression turned quite ugly for a moment.
His long-planned scheme failed! So the Zhen'an Marquis's residence is safe!
“Yes, perfect solution. Cousin Xiyue, I’m in a hurry to get home and cook, I have to go now.” Yun Qingran said, tossing a ten-pound piece of pork belly over her shoulder.
The original owner of this body wasn't entirely useless; at least she was very strong!
Blood from the pork splashed all over Yun Xiyue's face. If she didn't have to maintain her ladylike image in public, she would have been yelling and screaming in anger by now.
"Young Miss." Ranran, Yun Xiyue's personal maid, quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her face.
Yun Xiyue smelled the greasy, bloody odor on her face and felt a surge of rage within her.
That damn Yun Qingran!
Yun Qingran returned home, Yun Xiao went to the military camp, and Yun Qingbi went to the Ministry of Revenue. She used this time to prepare dinner.
"Miss, are you really going to cook?" Bicao was a little scared; the family didn't have the money to build another kitchen.
"Of course it's true!" Yun Qingran placed the pork belly on the cutting board and began to process the ingredients.
Looking at her skillful technique, Bicao was filled with disbelief. "Miss, how many more surprises do you have that Bicao doesn't know about?"
“There are many.” Yun Qingran instructed her, “First, start the fire to cook the rice, and then wash these vegetables.”
"Yes, Miss." Bicao happily went to start the fire.
Yun Qingran's cooking skills are not top-notch, but she can still cook basic home-style dishes, and she does them quite well.
Tonight is her first cooking demonstration, and she's going to bring out her best skills.
Crucian carp and tofu soup is good for the spleen and stomach.
Boiled sliced pork, spicy and delicious.
Stir-fried bok choy, refreshing and sweet.
Lily bulb and egg custard is nourishing and good for your health.
In the evening, Yunxiao and Yun Qingbi dragged their tired bodies back, and as soon as they entered the courtyard, they smelled the delicious aroma of food.
"It's coming from next door," Yunxiao swallowed.
"The neighbors next door are really annoying, always resorting to such underhanded tactics." Yun Qingbi said disdainfully, then swallowed hard.
The neighbor was Yun Song's family. Knowing that Yun Xiao's family was poor and couldn't afford good food, often going hungry, they built their kitchen next to the wall between the two houses and cooked delicious meals every day.
Tell me, isn't this utterly immoral?
"Father, elder brother, wash your hands and eat." Yun Qingran poked her head out of the kitchen and said with a smile.
My sister is cooking!
My daughter is cooking!
"Ouch! That hurts!" Yun Qingbi cried out in surprise.
Seeing his son in pain, Yunxiao was overjoyed, "It's real, not a dream."
"Dad, can you pinch yourself next time?" Yun Qingbi rubbed her arm where she had been pinched.
Many times, I really wonder if I was adopted.
“As a son, isn’t it my duty to help my father verify the truth of the matter?” Yunxiao said matter-of-factly.
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