Chapter 40 Who is the Master of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion?
It was already noon when she returned to the Princess Mansion. Yun Zishu told Aunt Ren: "Go and inform the kitchen to add some more dishes for noon today."
"yes."
Arriving at Qifeng Hall, Leng Yue and the others came forward to help them wash up. Yun Zishu kept thinking about what happened in the Imperial Treasure Pavilion and couldn't help but be distracted.
Who is the boss behind Imperial Treasure Pavilion? Why is he so kind to her?
She and Yun Zirou are both royal princesses, but the shopkeeper's attitude is obviously different... apart from her mother, Yun Zishu can't think of any other reason.
"Your Highness, the kitchen has been ordered to prepare lunch." Aunt Ren walked in, bowed respectfully and reported, and brought back a surprising news, "The cook said that today Miss Li gave her a tael of silver, and from then on
I bought a roast chicken for the kitchen."
Yun Zishu leaned on the brocade couch and smiled faintly: "Is this unbearable?"
Aunt Ren said nothing and waited for instructions.
"Ignore her, let her buy it if she has the money." Yun Zishu said calmly, "It just so happens that I am a bit tight on money these two days. I haven't had time to issue the monthly routine yet. Let the people in the kitchen earn some money first."
Aunt Ren understood and nodded in agreement: "Yes."
After saying that, he walked out.
Leng Yue made tea for Yun Zishu, "What do you think of Miss Li's behavior?"
A sarcastic arc flashed across the corner of Yun Zishu's lips: "Don't she and Xiao Yunheng love each other to death? Let me see if their love can withstand this test."
Li Xue has done such a big mistake. Both Mrs. Xiao and Xiao Yunheng can forgive her and pretend that nothing happened. She wants to see if they can still love each other after letting them live a poor life as an ordinary couple.
As before.
Yun Zishu had long expected that after Li Xue came out of the Shadow Pavilion, Mrs. Xiao would not pursue her faults, and Xiao Yunheng would soon forget her mistakes. After all, Li Xue was best at pretending to be weak, as long as she put on that look
Chu Chu's pitiful look makes the man feel soft at the sight of her.
Besides, they all say that a wife is worse than a concubine, and a concubine is worse than a thief.
Regardless of whether Xiao Yunheng and Yun Zishu have feelings for each other, in the Xiao family's inner house, Yun Zishu, a princess betrothed by the royal family, cannot have a higher status in Xiao Yunheng's heart than a weak concubine like Li Xue.
There was his first wife in the middle, and Xiao Yunheng always had to compare her back and forth. The more he compared, the more he loved his pitifully beautiful concubine.
However, now that they have entered the princess's mansion, there is no one to disturb them. They get along closely every day, understand each other, and even experience the common folk relationship of "sharing joys and sorrows" between husband and wife.
Yun Zishu has been extremely benevolent to them. Whether she can withstand the test in the end depends on whether the love between them is truly stronger than gold.
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It was an hour after Sicang arrived at the princess mansion.
He was still wearing a black robe embroidered with dark patterns, which made him tall, tall, and thin. The cold and alienated iceberg aura between his eyebrows was always intimidating.
Just seeing Yun Zishu's face was like ice and snow meeting the sun. Sicang's expression melted visibly and became much gentler: "Your Highness."
Yun Zishu hummed: "I want you to come over and have a meal together, and ask some questions by the way."
Si Cang narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to ask, Your Highness?"
"Do you know who is the boss behind Yubao Pavilion?"
Sicang was silent for a moment, then said: "Why does Your Highness ask this?"
"I passed by Yubao Pavilion today, and his boss gave me a set of phoenix crown hairpins." Yun Zishu walked into the palace and sat down in front of the Eight Immortals table. "To be precise, it's not a gift... Anyway, he is very grateful to me."
Gong’s attitude is a bit strange.”
Si Cang sat down next to her and said calmly: "I'm here to investigate."
Yun Zishu raised her eyes: "You don't know?"
Sicang shook his head.
Yun Zishu pondered: "The fact that such a large jewelry pavilion can be opened in the imperial city shows that the family behind it is quite powerful, and at least it is not afraid of the royal family. In this way, we can probably judge something, but if we really want to investigate, it may not be possible.
It’s not easy to find out.”
Looking at the whole of Dayong, there are only a few nameable merchant families, but each family is powerful and intricately connected with the powerful people in the DPRK and China. It may be a little difficult to identify which family it is.
Yun Zishu thought for a while and finally asked Kou: "Do you think it could be the Ji family?"
Ji's family is her mother's natal family and they have not had much contact with her over the years, but she knows that her mother was a merchant.
Moreover, the Ji family happened to be one of the richest merchants in Dayong. Because they were married to the royal family, they were considered relatives of the emperor. It was not unusual to open a jewelry store in the imperial city in the early years.
This is one of the reasons why noble ladies from aristocratic families look down on her.
Scholars, peasants, industry and merchants, although merchants were rich, they were the lowest class people in the world.
The majestic queen was born a merchant, and the royal family felt shameful, and the nobles looked down upon her, so that the importance of her as a legitimate daughter was also underestimated. In addition, her mother died young and her father did not favor her. Who would take her seriously?
Yun Zishu had also suspected before that her father just didn't like her mother's background and didn't want to be known as a ruthless and unjust person, so he couldn't tolerate her and had to let her "die in an accident."
But Yun Zishu always felt strange.
If the father just can't accept the mother's background, then the queen is gone, and Yun Zishu is an insignificant daughter. As long as he plays a loving father image, he can maintain the illusion of being deeply devoted to the queen. Why must he treat her?
Is she dying?
Why on earth can't he even tolerate the late queen's daughter?
"It's not the Ji family." Sicang's voice was always calm, without any mood swings. "I will go and find out when I have time."
Yun Zishu hummed and put aside the question for the time being.
"I went out today and met the Eighth Princess and Princess Baozhu, and I learned that Concubine Wu's birthday is coming soon." Her voice was calm and leisurely, as if chatting, "Sicang, I would like to take the opportunity to enter the palace to meet the Queen Mother."
"Meet the Queen Mother?" Sicang raised his eyes.
"Yes." Yun Zishu nodded, her brows filled with deep thought, "I always feel that the Queen Mother is hiding some secret in her heart, and it may have something to do with me."
Si Cang was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "The Queen Mother does have a secret in her heart."
Yun Zishu was slightly surprised: "You know?"
"Yes." Sicang nodded slowly, "Your Highness, do you still remember what Beizi said before, about Beizi holding the Emperor's secrets?"
Yun Zishu paused while picking up the vegetables, and a thought crossed her mind. She blurted out: "The secret of the father is related to the Queen Mother?"
"yes."
Yun Zishu looked at him: "Is it related to me?"
"yes."
Yun Zishu's heart moved slightly. She didn't know what she thought of, and continued to ask: "Does it have anything to do with the Feng family?"
Sicang's voice was steady: "Yes."
Yun Zishu fell silent, it seemed that Sicang knew everything.
"I also learned about it accidentally." Sicang's eyes fell on her face. He didn't know whether he was explaining or worried that she would misunderstand that he deliberately concealed it. "If Your Highness wants to know, I can tell His Highness everything, or go and see him."
Queen Mother, please let her tell you."
Yun Zishu put down her chopsticks, picked up the tea cup on the side and took a sip: "You tell me."