The emperor laughed dryly, "I'm just saying, how dare you."

Not to mention that Shui Ling would get angry, even Gong Qianyu wouldn't be happy, and would even beat himself up if he didn't do it.

He flattened his mouth and said aggrievedly: "Do you think I am the most aggrieved emperor?"

"Huh?" The queen looked at him, why would she say that? He is the most relaxed emperor.

"Sigh... those two people can beat me up, don't I feel aggrieved?" The emperor sighed.

The queen said with disgust in her eyes: "If you want to die, I can't stop you. Then I will give birth to a child as soon as possible to take over, lest you be killed one day and no one will succeed you."

The emperor took off his crown and hugged the queen, "I agree with this, hurry up."

At this moment, Shui Ling certainly didn't know that the emperor had wanted to commit suicide, but was persuaded by the queen.

She stopped by to check on the opening of Mingxiang Pavilion and Shitou Xian. Both shops were stable, and she would not be affected whether she was here or not.

When she returned home, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable after such a stressful day.

She simply changed her clothes and went to deal with the porcelain kiln. Because she had the porcelain kiln design drawings and ceramic firing encyclopedia, as well as things like temperature monitors, she built it very smoothly.

After the porcelain kiln was built, Shuiling painted a set of dragon-patterned plates and phoenix-patterned plates with a bright yellow background, and other supporting products were imitated by others.

There are also tableware for people other than the queen and emperor, with patterns such as carp, lotus, and peony.

If it is lower, it can be made of blue and white porcelain or painted with gold. In short, it is the most luxurious for the emperor and empress.

A few days later, Shui Ling waited for the first kiln to come out, inspected the plates and nodded with satisfaction.

This level is already very good. It cannot be as thin as paper. One or two millimeters thick is top-notch.

Moreover, now that the porcelain kiln has just started and we can’t do everything perfectly, how can we “progress” in the future?

Shui Ling felt that the quality had already surpassed that of other porcelain kilns and was completely acceptable, so he handed it over to the aborigines here to manage the porcelain kiln.

Of course, she still asked Gong Qianyu to arrange for a few of her own people to supervise her, as this was a necessary precaution.

It happened that the villa had been repaired, so Shuiling went to the villa to plant all the fruit trees, and helped Shui Zheran in detail to divide the land within the villa. After all, the land needed to be cultivated now so that food could be grown next year.

After the villa was planned and the Hou Mansion was rebuilt, the opening banquet was held.

Shuiling looked at Su Qin who was busy and asked, "Mom, how many people can come? Have you prepared too much?"

Su Qin smiled and said: "It's not much, I'm sure it will be full."

Shui Ling looked at the lawn of the big garden. There were twenty-eight tables, with ten people at each table, that is, two hundred and eighty people.

There are less than 30 people who have good relations with the Hou Mansion, how could it be possible for them to fill up all at once?

Shui Ling simply went to the street to take a look. No one came. Could it be that the banquet in the Kaifu Hot House was so miserable?

Just as I was thinking about it, two unknown old ladies were chatting next to them. The sound was so loud that it could be heard from the other street.

"Today is Tian Fuhou's opening day, won't your master go?"

"What are you going for? Aren't you just a weakling who relies on his wife? I guess all the money his wife earned went into it."

"That's right. Tian Fuhou used to be a gangster, and he even went home to steal his wife's jewelry."

"They, they have to drink the northwest wind after having this banquet."

"How do you know?"

"In order to support the queen, their family used all their money as the queen's dowry."

"Yes, why did I forget this? But they still have Smell Pavilion."

"I heard that the products from Shoumeige are not profitable at all. Think about how much a 30-year-old ginseng costs. It's all in the cosmetics they say."

"Well, that makes sense. If it wasn't made from real materials, the effect wouldn't be that good."

"That's right..."

Shui Ling rubbed his ears, and sure enough, in the eyes of others, Mr. Hou now looks like a poor person... No, he is a person who pretends to be fat.

In fact, it doesn't matter, they can think whatever they want, they don't care.

The porter at the door smiled and said, "Princess, don't listen to their nonsense. They are not qualified at all, so they didn't get the invitation, and they are making sarcastic remarks there."

Shuiling raised her eyebrows, "It's almost noon. Doesn't it prove that no one is here that we are not welcome here?"

The porter smiled and said: "The invitation says noon, there is still an hour left, and someone should be here in half an hour."

Shui Ling is noncommittal, whether love will come or not.

She entered the courtyard. It had just been built and there were only ornamental trees but no fruits. Now that she had nothing to do, she thought about it and took out peaches, plums and other fruit trees to replace the ornamental trees.

The ornamental trees are just some strangely long fir trees and podocarpus.

As it approached noon, the garden suddenly became lively. Some ministers dressed in casual clothes and brought several people with their families.

The Imperial Master found Shui Ling and saw her planting trees, and asked, "Are there any better fruits?"

"What are you doing?" Shui Ling looked sideways, this guy was searching for money and he definitely wouldn't give him money.

The Imperial Master chuckled, "I made Ping An angry."

"Oh, why did you offend her?" Shui Ling rolled up his sleeves and wanted to hit someone.

The Imperial Master said quickly: "She wants to go to Qionghai City with you, but I want to marry her, so..."

"Oh." Shui Ling put down her sleeves. For this kind of thing, it was better to get married. She took out a basket of strawberries and gave it to him, "Take it."

"Okay, let me collect the money from my brother." The Imperial Master took the strawberries and ran away quickly.

Shui Ling, "..." Not to mention his younger brother, he almost forgot that Wangcai and Jinzi were playing in the Imperial Preceptor's house.

Dabai dislikes Lan Mocheng for being stupid and doesn't want to play with him.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the third uncle taking his wife to see their yard. They were not getting married for the first time, so they didn't meet before they got married.

She smiled slightly and did not bother, but out of the corner of her eye she saw a woman in a light blue dress sneaking up on him.

This woman is in her twenties, has a graceful figure, and does not look like a young lady from a poor family.

Shui Ling's heart was ringing with alarm and she quickly followed.

Shui Zhehao is gentle, elegant, handsome and considerate. He is definitely the idol of the older leftover women. But there is nothing wrong with him.

The woman followed Shui Zhehao and the others to the side courtyard. She walked around the door of the main house, and finally stamped her foot as if she had made up her mind. She stood at the door and shouted, "Shui Zhehao, are you worthy of me?"

Shui Ling, "..." is indeed San Bo's peach blossom.

Shui Zhehao walked out and was stunned for a moment when he saw the woman, "Who are you?" He looked confused, as if he didn't recognize her at all.

The woman immediately burst into tears and began to complain, "Shui Zhehao, now that I am pregnant with your child, I am willing to be your concubine."

Shui Ling's heart tightened. It's over. Even if San Auntie knew that this was a frame-up, she would feel uncomfortable, right?
Chapter completed!