Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 215: Embroiderers’ Pavilion Goes Viral—So Pretentious!
Li Qingmu paid a visit to the Seventh Prince, Qi Junchen, delivered the items and expressed his thanks before leaving without lingering. Qi Junchen’s trusted aide felt indignant, wanting to speak but was stopped.
"He has already said it."
The trusted guard was dumbfounded. Said what? I didn’t hear a single word!
Can you communicate telepathically?
Qi Junchen waved his hand, instructing someone to take the items to the backyard, then entered the room with his trusted guard.
Fearing spies outside, they closed the windows and doors to prevent any leaks.
"He brought ordinary food, but among them were longans, schisandra berries, vegetables, cucumbers, grapes, steamed buns, and a jar of aged rice wine. These items convey a message."
The trusted guard was taken aback, pondering over the items sent, indeed recalling these, but what could they signify?
There are vegetables, fruits, wine, and medicinal ingredients, yet there seems to be no pattern!
Seeing the guard on the verge of frustration, Qi Junchen burst into laughter: "Do you think you could figure it out? If you could, you wouldn’t stand a chance against the Crown Prince and the Third Prince! Alright, you may leave now. I’m in a good mood today, next, I’ll scheme for the position of Minister of Revenue."
Minister of Revenue Lin Hui is definitely done for, having embezzled a large amount of money. Once discovered, he will certainly be demoted and exiled. The position will then be vacant, and there will undoubtedly be a fierce battle between him and the Third Prince.
...
Li Qingmu returned home, contentedly holding his young wife in his arms.
"Longan, schisandra, vegetables, cucumber, grapes, steamed buns, aged rice wine, you rascal, how did you come up with that!"
Long Yue glared at him with mock anger.
"Longan represents ’wish,’ the middle taste of schisandra is ’neutral,’ vegetables align with the sound for ’seven,’ cucumber means ’royal,’ grapes are for ’prince,’ steamed buns mean ’serve,’ and aged rice wine represents ’old.’ Combined, they form the sentence: willing to serve the Seventh Prince! Darling, I learned this from you back then!"
Long Yue was dumbfounded: "When did I ever do such a thing?"
"Back in Qingshui Village, you gave that midwife two taels of silver to testify, didn’t you draw a few pictures?"
Long Yue, "..."
How long ago was that, and he still remembers?
"Ha ha!"
Long Yue chuckled sarcastically, obviously full of disdain.
Li Qingmu touched his nose and held her tighter.
"The position of Minister of Revenue is vacant, who do you think will take it?"
"It’s impossible for the Crown Prince, so naturally people will think it’s a competition between the Third Prince and the Seventh Prince, but as they fight, Prince Lingjiang will definitely make a move, leaving us with nothing to worry about."
Li Qingmu is currently just an Imperial Censor, without the authority to recommend someone. His task is to remove those around the Crown Prince, the Third Prince, and the Seventh Prince, paving the way for Qi Junlian.
Long Yue also understood this, but she was very worried about him.
"An Imperial Censor is essentially a mad dog, biting whomever, going wherever its master points. Once the mad dog is no longer needed, it’s easily discarded. Through all the dynasties, the fate of harsh officials was unfortunate. Darling, it’s not wise to stay as an Imperial Censor for too long."
Li Qingmu was silent; how could he not understand this logic?
However, the position of an Imperial Censor, capable of impeaching officials, is currently the most suitable.
"Let’s take one step at a time. At least, for now, I need this job, don’t I?"
Long Yue was silent for a long time before she spoke: "A Mu, revenge is meant to make our lives better. If we lose our lives, what meaning does revenge have?"
Always being targeted by others is a terrible feeling, so we must eliminate those who harm us. But if our lives are at risk, what’s the point of having all this?
Li Qingmu nodded: "I understand, I’ll take good care of myself, and you too! Yue’er, once all this is over, I’ll take you away from the Capital City to a place where no one can find us, to live happily. Okay?"
Beneath the shade of the melon field?
If she hadn’t gone through the hardships of the previous life, she would have hated this, but now... living quietly and simply is a kind of happiness.
"Okay!" she said softly.
...
The Tianxiang Pavillion was shut down for a murder case, but the sensational dance by An Xiang that night spread, and Su Jinxiu Workshop suddenly became famous.
With meticulous embroidery, almost identical to painted designs, double-sided stacked embroidery, and an elegant arrangement, the artworks appeared even more ethereal and transcendent.
Young girls often have romantic dreams, and young women love beauty, so young ladies and dignified noblewomen swarmed into Su Jinxiu Workshop, making it crowded in no time.
"Lady Yue, thank you so much this time. If it weren’t for you, I couldn’t have opened this Embroiderers’ Pavilion so smoothly... Oh, look at me, calling you Lady Yue again, I should call you Lady Jiao!"
"Pff..." Long Yue was eating loquat, and she spat out with laughter upon hearing this, "Lady Jiao, that’s just for show, we’re among ourselves, whatever feels natural works better."
After speaking, she peeled another loquat and tossed it into her mouth.
The words were comforting, and Yun Niang smiled softly.
She thought of Mr. Qin, who had been a great benefactor to her. His greatest wish in life was to see Qin Xiu spread all over Dazhou. Now, Qin Xiu had established itself in the Capital, how far could they be from that final goal?
"Mr. Qin, if you’re watching from the heavens, you should be at peace now, right?"
She slightly raised her head, looked towards the sky, clasped her hands in prayer.
"Move aside, quickly move aside, don’t you see my young mistress is coming?"
Places with a lot of people are inherently noisy, and with so many people in Jinxiu Workshop, the noise was pervasive, yet pierced by a sharp reprimand, making it particularly noticeable.
"You blind fools, don’t you see my young mistress is coming? This is the future Prime Minister’s wife, how dare you offend her? Move aside fast!"
A domineering maid appeared before the crowd, her head held high, eyes almost reaching the sky, looking down contemptuously at the young maidens and women present.
A few of the young maidens with a strong spirit merely snorted lightly, while the women, being more mature and sensible, knew this young lady was not to be easily offended, and remained silent.
"What are you snorting at? Do you think you can snort at my young mistress? Hurry up and slap yourself!"
This maid was too arrogant, immediately commanding the young girl to slap herself.
"Zhu Cui, how can you talk like this? Everyone is sisters here, how can you be so rude?"
A gentle voice followed as, supported by two maids, a girl in a pink dress stepped gracefully inside.
She had a delicate oval face, slightly squinting almond-shaped eyes, looking a bit displeased towards the overbearing maid.
The maid quickly curtsied: "Yes, the young mistress is kind, it’s my fault!"
"Hello Miss Pang!"
"Hello Little Sister Pang!"
"..."
A series of greetings immediately followed, and Pang Shuangyue nodded and smiled at them.
Long Yue watched coldly. She had seen Pang Shuangyue’s tricks too many times. First, let those around her chastise others, then she herself would reprimand the servants, playing both the stern and gentle roles, making her gentle and skilled image appear even more grand.
Ha, the hypocritical schemer!
