"Yun Qingran helped the Marquis of Zhen'an resettle the refugees, and was rewarded with a thousand taels of gold." The Emperor was in a good mood.
Yun Qingran is a girl who has both beauty and talent, and a broad perspective. What should I do if I suddenly feel that my son is not good enough for her?
"On behalf of my daughter, I thank Your Majesty," Yunxiao said, expressing her gratitude.
"Marquis of Zhen'an, you have raised a fine daughter." The Emperor greatly admired Yunxiao.
"Your Majesty flatters me." Yunxiao was even happier to hear the Emperor praise Yun Qingran than if the Emperor had praised him himself. He wanted to straighten his back and shout at his colleagues in the hall who had once mocked him for raising a wicked daughter: Did you hear that? The Emperor praised my daughter! Has the Emperor ever praised your daughters?
"Once the matter of the refugees is resolved, I will reward you handsomely." The Emperor glanced at Jun Molin with a smile.
Jun Molin ignored his gaze and looked away. He didn't know what to do about Yun Qingran. For the first time, he, who was usually clear-headed and never got caught up in anything, was conflicted and hesitant.
After the court session, Yunxiao and Yun Qingbi prepared to go out of the city to see where it would be suitable to build a new village and properly resettle the displaced people.
Yun Song returned home with a dark face and started getting angry as soon as she entered the door.
"Father, what's wrong?" Yun Xiyue heard from the servants that her father was in a bad mood, so she brought Ranran to the study to see him.
"Today the Emperor praised Yun Qingran and said that Yun Xiao raised a good daughter." Thinking of the Emperor praising Yun Xiao, Yun Song was so angry that she smashed another cup.
Over the years, he had finally achieved his current status. Apart from the title of Marquis of Zhen'an, he was superior to Yunxiao in every other aspect. However, with Yun Qingran's change in temperament and restoration of her appearance, he had gradually fallen into a disadvantageous position. He could not accept this outcome.
Yun Xiyue clenched her fists tightly. If she were in her room, she would have started smashing things by now.
"Father, why did the Emperor praise that little slut?" Yun Xiyue was very indignant.
That little bitch is no match for me, yet she's been receiving praise from the Emperor repeatedly lately.
Yun Song recounted the events that had transpired in the court tonight to Yun Xiyue. After finishing, he said with exasperation, "What's wrong with you lately? Not only have you not done anything outstanding, but you've also made so many mistakes."
"Father, that little bitch Yun Qingran is now cunning and vicious. I just accidentally fell into her trap. I will definitely rise up and crush her under my feet," Yun Xiyue said fiercely.
"Hmm." Yun Song nodded, he had a lot of confidence in his daughter's methods.
After leaving Yun Song's study, Yun Xiyue returned to her room, put on a veil to conceal her appearance and figure, and had her confidant drive the carriage to the west of the city.
Arriving at the entrance of a secluded courtyard in the west of the city, Ranran stepped forward, took out her key, and opened the door.
Yun Xiyue and Ranran went inside, leaving their trusted groom to guard the door.
After passing through the small courtyard, we entered the house. The house was dimly lit and filled with a strong smell of medicine and blood, which made us want to vomit.
Yun Xiyue continued walking inside and arrived at the bedroom. A man was sitting on the bed, meditating. Hearing her voice, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Miss Yun."
The candlelight illuminated his face, revealing his appearance; he was none other than the Taoist Master Xuanling, who had recently lost an arm.
“Master Xuanling.” Yun Xiyue twisted her body and sat down, looking at Xuanling in front of her.
After a month or so, he had lost a lot of weight and his expression had become fierce, as if he had become a completely different person.
"Thank you so much, Miss Yun, for saving my life." Xuanling bowed her head to Yun Xiyue to express her gratitude.
That day, Yun Qingran severed his arm. Although he escaped, he was chased by someone and only managed to escape by jumping into the water.
He drifted in the water for a long time before finally reaching the shore, barely escaping with his life. He couldn't return to the Taoist temple, had no money, was seriously injured, and had to be wary of being hunted down, living a very miserable life.
One day, he was in so much pain from his severed arm that he mustered up his courage and went to the pharmacy to buy medicine. On the way, he was drugged and knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he found himself in this small courtyard, and his wound had been treated.
The person who took care of him said that the person who saved him was Yun Xiyue.
“Master Xuanling, I’ve come today to ask you for a small favor. And I believe you’ll be very willing to help me,” Yun Xiyue said.
"About Yun Qingran?" Xuan Ling's eyes flashed with a sinister killing intent when Yun Qingran was mentioned.
If it weren't for that bitch, he wouldn't have ended up like this.
"Hmm." Yun Xiyue nodded and continued, "Due to the snow disaster in Zhang County, many refugees fled to the capital. Yun Xiao was responsible for settling these refugees, and Yun Qingran assisted him from the side, which earned the Emperor's praise."
"What do you want me to do?" Xuanling asked Yunxiyue.
"Actually, I had heard of Master Xuanling's name long before Liang Jingxue took us to Fragrant Mountain. At that time, I heard that Master Xuanling had boundless Taoist magic, superb medical skills, and was most skilled in using poison."
Yunlian told her to lie in ambush at the entrance of the pharmacy. She knew that if Xuanling, who had lost his arm, were alive, he would definitely go to buy medicine for his wounds. Yunlian also told her that Xuanling, the Taoist priest of Xiangshan, was skilled in using poison and could kill people silently. She suggested that they could recruit him.
“Indeed, I am skilled in using poison.” Xuanling admitted with a smile that poison was his most powerful and favorite art.
"I want you to poison the refugees, create a plague, and make Yun Qingran and her family ruin the resettlement of the refugees. Then give Yun Qingran the most poisonous medicine and kill her." When she said the word "die," Yun Xiyue's face twisted with jealousy and hatred.
“Okay.” Xuanling nodded; he also wished Yun Qingran were dead.
After leaving the small courtyard, Yun Xiyue instructed Ranran, "You heard what Master Xuanling said just now, right? Now change into ordinary clothes, disguise yourself as a village woman, and quickly go to Xiangshan to retrieve that thing and hand it over to Master Xuanling. You don't need to come back to my side for now; you stay here and listen to Master Xuanling's instructions."
"Yes." Ranran accepted the order and went to carry it out.
Yun Xiyue was never worried that her maids, guards, and grooms would expose the heinous things she had done. She not only held their indentures but also detained their families; if they dared to betray her, their entire families would die.
Returning home that evening, Yun Qingran's eyes gleamed as she looked at the thousand taels of gold bestowed upon her by the Emperor. It was a dazzling display of gold, and her eyes sparkled with tiny gold ingots. This was the most money she had ever seen in her life.
The Emperor is actually a very nice person! Yun Qingran's goodwill towards the Emperor increased rapidly.
However, Yun Qingran ultimately decided to donate the money to the refugees so they could rebuild their homes.
The next morning, Yun Qingran brought Jun Yanyan and Jun An'an to Ma Xing Street early in the morning.
To save money on inns, Yun Qingran suggested building temporary shelters, namely wooden houses, for these refugees to stay in first.
"Sister, how did you come up with the idea of building wooden houses with planks?" Jun Yanyan looked at the rows of neat wooden houses and admired Yun Qingran very much.
My sister is so smart!
“Building houses with wooden planks, although not suitable for long-term habitation, is convenient and quick. That’s why I thought of it.” Yun Qingran touched her nose. It wasn’t her idea; it was something that existed in the 21st century.
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