At night, I stared at Yun Yuan, who was tired. I finally saw the next move of the little beggar.

Shen Kaiji climbed over the courtyard wall and hurried to another ruined temple.

This kid is cunning and has three holes?

But soon the number of beggars in the broken temple shocked Yun Yuan.

This can't be all the beggars in Liyang Mansion, right?

Yun Yuan, who was surprised, was overjoyed in her heart, and she had not wasted these two days of wind and sun.

Shen Kaiji was dressed in a short fight, standing on the god case of the broken temple, talking about the latest arrangements.

Yun Yuan knew in her heart, this Shen Kaiji wanted to investigate the surname Zhang.

It doesn't make much sense to look at it and follow it any further.

Yun Yuan took up light work and returned to the Yingjun Palace.

Qinglan was warming the mutton porridge in the small kitchen, and Yun Yao followed the aroma into the small kitchen.

A bowl of fragrant porridge with meat.

"Wan girl, there is a problem with your prospective second brother-in-law."

"I didn't sleep this afternoon, I heard you."

"What do you want to do?"

"Naturally, he was ruined."

"But don't be in a hurry at this time, after all, there are already people on his side to help us keep an eye on it."

Winter is about to begin, and the nobles in the palace took advantage of the last wave of chrysanthemums to bloom just right and held a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet.

As the young lady of the county king's family, Wan Jinyue received the post spontaneously.

Among the daughters of high-ranking families in the eastern kingdom, the difference between the concubines is not big.

Because women are different from men, women have to marry after all, and if they marry a daughter well, the family will have more help.

But the palace banquet is different, such occasions are mostly nobles, and they will not invite concubines.

Wan Jinyue looked at herself in the mirror, her light brown eyes.

What was my father afraid of before? And why does grandmother rarely appear in front of people?

Is it just because the nobles of Kundong don't look down on people with impure blood?

Wan Jinyue has searched all the newspapers she can find for several days, and is familiar with the names and grades of officials of Liyang Mansion.

If you can get involved with your father, it is not surprising that it is a heavenly family.

Killing people in this world is nothing more than for love, wealth, and profit.

The father and the mother were in love with each other back then, and it is unlikely that they were in love.

As for the wealth, there were no so-called bandits on the ship at that time.

That can only be for the sake of profit.

The princes have come of age one after another, and the position of the crown prince is vacant. Military power seems to be a great help to seize the throne.

Wan Jinyue didn't know what kind of trouble her Xiaxi bloodline would cause her, but there was only one thing that was most important at the moment.

Revenge for your father.

She wore a plain blue scattered flower mist green grass pleated skirt today, and the skirt was embroidered with silver thread as thin as a fetal hair, which was a little extravagant.

Around the waist is a plain white narrow girdle, on which is tied a feather-blue bow long spike palace silk.

The bun is still a common hanging bun for unmarried noblewomen in Kuidong, and a little green butterfly hairpin is loosely inserted.

It was about to enter winter, Wan Jinyue took the emerald brocade feather satin cloak in Qinglan's hand, draped it on her body, and tied it.

Wan Jinyue looked at her makeup and demeanor, and there was no problem.

took Qinglan and Ying'er out of the door.

When the carriage arrived at the Pingxi Gate of the Imperial Palace, it stopped.

The carriages of the noble ladies who came to the palace banquet were neatly arranged, and the coachmen who drove the carriage either gathered to talk or sat alone in a daze.

Wan Jinyue raised her eyes to look at this strange palace gate.

The red door is tall, gilded with rivets, why spend cinnabar on the door in this kind of place, the blood of the unjustly killed is enough.

Yun Yuan has an innate aversion to this kind of place.

She entered the Xiaxi Palace for the first time, ruining her royal reputation and future.

The second time he entered the Xiaxi Palace, it was for the so-called revenge.

Revenge, her mother will not come back, she is still lonely, but if she doesn't take revenge, she can't be calm.

So she chose revenge, and then chose death to escape the emptiness and loneliness after revenge.

But Wan Ya is different, she has no parents, older brothers and sisters, and grandmother, and she will have a husband who loves her in the future.

She'll also have children, and she'll have people she cares about and people who care about her.

And Yun Yuan had nothing but hatred at the beginning.

Her master, Shen Tan, is extremely strict with her, and she has never received a trace of warmth from anyone.

Because, the mother who gave her a little light died.

This time, the chrysanthemum viewing banquet was held in the back garden of the palace.

Wan Jinyue saw the Shunqing county lord standing next to the rockery at a glance.

She was a very good-looking woman. Goose egg face, round almond eyes, small and delicate nose, a pair of cherry-like mouths, fair skin, medium stature, with a bit of pride on the face.

She wore a peacock pattern brocade dress with blue cloud pattern beads, the peacock pattern was embroidered with silk thread twisted into fine green feathers, and the two round and translucent pearls were the peacock's eyes, with a simple and luxurious gold yarn skirt.

This woman's status will not be low.

Wan Jinyue looked around, and most of the nobles gathered together in twos and threes to talk quietly.

Only the woman next to the rockery was left alone with herself.

This woman is supposed to be waiting for someone, and some people of noble status only like to play with people of the same status.

Wan Jinyue slowly walked in the imperial garden.

Since she practiced martial arts, her ear power has become stronger day by day.

Soon she learned the woman's identity from other noblewomen.

The daughter of the Zhuang family, the lord of Shunqing.

According to the ancestral system of the Dasheng Dynasty, the daughter of the hereditary title family will have a corresponding title when she marries.

The daughter of the prince is the lord of the county, and the daughter of the king of the county is the lord of the county.

Before Wan Jinyue marries in the future, she will also be named the county lord and receive the corresponding annual salary.

Before this woman got married, she already had a title, and it seems that she is a person who can be said in the palace.

"Princess Yong'an has arrived~" with the little eunuch's sharp voice sounded.

The originally noisy Imperial Garden instantly fell silent.

"The little girl has seen Princess Yong'an." A very neat salute sounded.

The gorgeous woman in the garnet red silk double-walled cloud goose costume walked straight in front of Wan Jinyue.

"You are the third girl of the Yingjun Wangfu family?" Princess Yong'an stood two or three steps away from Wan Jinyue and stopped.

"Exactly." Wan Jinyue raised her head slightly, and for the first time, she saw this Yongan princess clearly.

Willow eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, fair skin, but compared with the lord of Shunqing, he is always a little less pretty.

If it weren't for the gorgeous clothes, this Yongan princess would just be a middle-aged person.

Coupled with the disdain on his face, it made people lose a lot of goodwill.

"It's a special one." Princess Yong'an smiled fakely, and her eyes couldn't stop scanning Wan Jinyue up and down.

"Princess Ben has never seen a woman like this before."

"I wonder if all the girls in your family are as outstanding as you?" In the quiet imperial garden, only the chuckles of Princess Yong'an and Lord Shunqing echoed.

"Sister, this is the first time that this Wansan girl has come to such a big scene, and my sister has asked questions again and again, which makes the little girl don't know how to talk." The voice of the county lord of Shunqing was somewhat inconsistent with his appearance.

Her voice was hoarse and her words were slurred, like the sound of an ordinary person with a foreign object in her mouth.

"The body is skinny, and it is inconvenient for the little girl to evaluate her sister." Wan Jinyue blessed a salute and was humble.