Madam An frowned slightly.

Isn't this a pun, another way of saying that her wife does whatever she wants, regardless of the consequences, and does not care about the eldest princess?

Zhou Yiliu didn't say that, but Mrs. An was convinced that she meant it.

Like everyone else in the drug store, she wholeheartedly defends Xin Yi. Whenever she hears the slightest bad words towards Xin Yi, her emotions will be amplified...

"Mrs. Xiao Zhou, what you said is not right." Ms. An said with a smile: "Our wife abides by herself, treats illnesses and saves people, is kind to others, and never does anything that goes against the rules. How come she doesn't care about others? Madam Xiao Zhou, let me give you an example. That's not good.

A slanderer with red lips and white teeth..."

"My mother is the best." Sannian didn't wait for Zhou Yiliu to speak, then raised his head, looked at Zhou Yiliu seriously, and then looked at Mrs. An, "Ms. An misunderstood, my aunt didn't mean that..."

Zhou Yiliu's brows relaxed, and a warmth rushed into her chest, "Sambo is right, but my aunt made a mistake in her wording. In fact, I envy Madam Zhang's freedom."

San Nian nodded, "Aunt, if you want to be as free as your mother, then you don't want to be in the house anymore. I'll go talk to Uncle Fu and ask her to let you out of the house and let you go free..."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhou Yiliu's answer, she broke free from her hand and ran towards the backyard.

"I'll go find Uncle Fu right now. He loves me the most, so he will definitely agree."

Zhou Yiliu was caught off guard and froze, staring at Sannian who ran away, speechless for a moment.

Mrs. An snorted, "Sambo is so kind to my aunt. Mrs. Zhou is so blessed."

Zhou Yiliu's words were stuck in his throat. He didn't have time to think about his face. He rushed over and hugged Sannian, dragging her back. He looked at her softly and said eagerly: "Sanbao, my aunt owes the eldest princess a lot. She has to serve her all her life."

Yes, my aunt cannot leave her..."

Sannian tilted his head and looked at her half-understanding.

"Auntie doesn't want to be free anymore?"

Zhou Yiliu shook his head, "A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. When the three treasures grow up, they will understand what my aunt is thinking."

San Nian pursed his lips and was about to say something else when Fu Jiuqu came out with his hands behind his back.

Seeing him, Zhou Yiliu's expression relaxed, he quickly put down his thoughts, took her hand, and bowed slightly.

"Master Jiu, my maid is rude. The eldest princess refused to eat and cried alone. The maid couldn't bear it, so she had the courage to come and invite her..."

Fu Jiuqu hummed and called Duan Sui, "Bring the horse here."

Zhou Yiliu hesitated slightly, "It's night, I'd better take a ride."

Fu Jiuqu didn't answer her words, as if he didn't hear her. He looked back in the direction of the door curtain and said, "Get some rest early in the evening. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

There was no sound from the door curtain.

But Fu Jiuqu knew Xin Yi was inside.

He looked at the slightly swaying curtain, laughed silently, and then turned around in a stride...

"Prince!" Xin Yi's voice came out after a while. She ran so fast that the floorboards made a thumping sound when she stepped on it.

She was not behind the door curtain just now, nor did she follow Fu Jiuqu. Instead, she went back to the room to get the small piece of broken silver.

She had just talked so much with Fu Jiuqu, but she didn't even think about Quanzi and the little girl. It was only when Fu Jiuqu was about to leave that she suddenly felt blessed.

This was a big deal, so she didn't think much about it. She walked out and greeted Zhou Yiliu with a smile, then waved to Fu Jiuqu.

"Prince, please take a step to speak."

Fu Jiuqu glanced slightly, chuckled, and said to his entourage: "You guys wait outside."

Then he lifted the curtain and followed Xin Yi in.

A group of people looked at them silently, motionless.

Zhou Yi Liu is like falling into the ice cellar.

This little lady Zhang said she had no interest in the county prince and only wanted to open a medicine shop to make money, but secretly she was trying every possible means to rob people!

~

Xin Yi showed the small piece of silver to Fu Jiuqu, then told him about collecting the herbs, and then said in a low voice: "The prince is well-informed, help me find out where this silver comes from?"

Although this was a small piece of broken silver, Xin Yi could tell that it was official silver of good quality. Each batch would be recorded, but there was no writing on it and it was impossible to read, so he had to ask the county king to take a look.

Fu Jiuqu looked at it for a moment and held it in his palm.

"I'll tell you after I check."

Xin Yi said "oh" and smiled: "Thank you very much. Go back quickly and don't keep the family waiting."

She smiled and waved her hand towards Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu looked at her deeply, with a smile on his lips.

"I like your little tricks."

After that, he strode away.

Xin Yi stood there and thought for a moment before realizing what Fu Jiuqu meant, and slapped his forehead hard with his palm.

It’s over!

He misunderstood again.

Do you think this is her way of winning favors and retaining others?

Would Zhou Yiliu think she was demonstrating?

~~

The next day.

Xin Yi got up early to wash up and dress up. She specially chose a plain dress and put on light makeup. Then she selected some beautiful ones from the rice dumplings she made yesterday, and took a few orchid soup packages to prepare to meet historical celebrities.

Just after breakfast, Fu Jiuqu came.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Xin Yi walked out uneasily and asked him if he had eaten.

This time, Prince Guangling did not come in to eat, but motioned to her, "Get in the car."

"oh."

Xin Yi carried rice dumplings in her left hand and orchid soup dumplings in her right hand. She walked over with her hands full. Seeing this, Fu Jiuqu did not call Sun Huai or Duan Sui as usual, but came over by himself to take what she was holding.

"I'll do it."

Xin Yi was startled.

"No, no, no, I'll just come. I don't have to work for you."

Fu Jiuqu hummed, "The strong man of Bianjing is well-deserved. Please come."

Xin Yi looked at him speechlessly, smiled, put his things on the carriage, then climbed up and sat down, sighing comfortably.

"The prince's cart is indeed much more comfortable than my little donkey cart."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her but said nothing.

Xin Yi received no response and immediately became silent.

The carriage started slowly.

Madam An and her beloved Xiang Ling stood at the door of the medicine shop, watching the carriage drive away with smiles on their faces.

"You think, if our wife becomes the princess of the county, will we also become proud?"

"Yes! We also want chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven..."

"Bah, bah, bah, I'm not a chicken or a dog!"

"Go back to work. Stop dreaming about each other."

Chickens crow and dogs bark.

The morning in Bianjing City is dynamic and beautiful. The mist on the river half reveals the sailing boats, and a corner of the cornices and brackets are vaguely exposed, like a mirage. In the tea house on the wooden bank, the people who got up early to drink tea laughed loudly.

The hard-working shopkeepers in the market have opened their doors and are cleaning...

A scene of peace.

Who would have known that distant Yongzhou was about to fall?

Xin Yi was holding something back in her mind and kept searching for useful plots in her mind, hoping to do something after meeting Di Qing. Fu Jiuqu saw her expression was serious and uncertain, and looked at her indifferently.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, Fu Jiuqu became a little concerned about this young lady's indifference, but Xin Yi suddenly turned his head, looked at him motionless and asked: "Do you think General Di likes to eat sweet rice dumplings or salty rice dumplings?"

Fu Jiuqu took a slight breath and immediately laughed.

"Are you bringing something salty or something sweet?"

"Both."

Fu Jiuqu saw her slender brows slightly furrowed and her serious look on her face, and his mood relaxed along with hers. He couldn't help but hold her hand, "Master will like you. No matter you bring sweet rice dumplings or salty rice dumplings."

The palms of his hands were hot, and Xin Yi's cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

"Why?"
To be continued...