Little Wei felt like she was missing something, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Oh well, it probably wasn’t anything important.
“But even if I had all the power in the world, I still couldn’t stop Su Qingyun from getting pregnant.”
Ending someone’s bloodline was just too cruel.
Still, having a child would definitely complicate things. Divorce was hard enough in modern times with kids involved, let alone in ancient times.
“There’s another solution… taking a concubine.”
Little Wei: “…”
She wasn’t about to meddle in someone else’s marriage like that.
“Let’s just drop that idea. Tomorrow, I’ll pack up and take my master on a trip.”
Si raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t this just you stalling the mission?”
“Yeah, pretty much. Right now, I’m counting on the evil mother-in-law to vent my frustrations for me. If I’m stuck playing the fool in this novel world, I might as well have some fun, right?”
Little Wei felt like this world was going to be the death of her. The male and female leads were just too hard to deal with, and she couldn’t go too far with her schemes—no need to add fuel to the fire (or rather, she should just mind her own business).
“Fine, fine, let’s go have fun.” Si was both amused and exasperated.
As Little Wei struggled through the conversation with Si, she poured the hot water her master had prepared earlier into the bathtub.
Right now, the most blissful thing was a nice, long bath followed by a good night’s sleep.
The moment Little Wei slipped into the water, her eyes fluttering shut from the warmth, Si suddenly spoke up.
“Gu Wei.”
Si rarely used her full name. Little Wei nearly choked on the bathwater, coughing twice before slapping her forehead.
“What’s going on?”
She hadn’t killed anyone or stolen anything—she was a pure-hearted soul. If there was anything scandalous, it wasn’t her business.
“Do you want to spend more time with Mu Miao?” Si’s fingers twitched slightly, eager to hear her honest answer.
Well, this was awkward. She’d already extracted Ning Moqing’s emotions, but now Mu Miao’s feelings were affecting her mood. She’d been distracted during meetings all week.
“I do, but it’s also about the personalities of the male and female leads. If we interfere too much, they’ll just cling to each other even tighter.”
“So… you like her?” Si pressed.
“She can’t live without me.”
Little Wei said this with such cocky confidence that Si knew she was back to her old antics.
Why did she have to pick up the worst habits? Like some overconfident guy.
Though, to be fair, Little Wei was anything but ordinary.
“And don’t ask about ‘liking’ or anything like that. I’m a pure-hearted youth—I get shy.” Little Wei covered her face, splashing water onto her jade-white shoulders.
Si: (╯°□°)╯
Whatever. There was no point expecting sweet words from this guy.
After her bath, Little Wei stretched lazily and rummaged through her closet for her old clothes. Though they were a bit uncomfortable to walk in, she could bear it.
Most of them were gifts from the emperor—all made of fine fabric.
The moment Mu Miao walked in, she saw Little Wei packing a bundle.
“What are you doing?” Mu Miao’s eyes flickered with confusion.
Wasn’t it obvious? Wasn’t it her little disciple who seduced her first? Now that things had happened, clothes had been shed—was she just going to leave without a word?
“Master, you’re much better now. I’m taking you on a trip. But before we go, there’s one thing we need to do.”
That thing? Renting a shop.
Little Wei hadn’t forgotten what Si had said—the host’s future development was crucial. Opening a medicine shop would provide enough income to live comfortably.
“Little disciple, do we really need such a big shop?” Mu Miao sat at the stone table in the backyard, squinting under the blazing sun before lowering her head. Still, the backyard was perfect for drying herbs.
But was it really necessary to have both a front and back area for just a medicine shop?
“Of course. When you’re tired from drying herbs, you can rest in the back room.” Little Wei had successfully obtained the deed from the previous owner and handed it to Mu Miao.
“From now on, this shop belongs to you and me.”
Before she could finish, Mu Miao pulled her into a tight embrace.
She smelled nice, and she was warm—but Little Wei was starting to lose her breath.
“Little Wei… thank you.”
Hearing her name spoken so clearly for the first time sent a shiver through Little Wei’s heart. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Mu Miao’s waist.
“It’s nothing,” she mumbled, her voice muffled and soft.
The medicine shop on the main street was locked up. Mu Miao tucked the deed into her robes and gently took Little Wei’s hand.
“Let’s leave today.”
“Okay.”
When Su Qingyun and Mo Yujun fought again, the prime minister’s household had just welcomed their firstborn son. Mo Yujun was in a panic.
“Qingyun, why haven’t you… why haven’t you yet?”
If the prime minister’s wife had given birth to a daughter, Mo Yujun wouldn’t have been so frantic.
But a firstborn son? That changed everything. Even the emperor was delighted, showering them with gifts.
Su Qingyun’s face was numb. Just as she was about to speak, Consort De walked in.
“Useless thing. Can’t even bear a child. I don’t know what he sees in you.”
Before Su Qingyun could respond, she noticed the maid behind Consort De holding a baby, its tiny hands clutching Consort De’s robes. It looked adorable.
“Whose child is this?” Mo Yujun stared, dumbfounded.
“This? This is Nuan Yatou’s child. A lowly maid, yes, but it’s still your firstborn. Why not…?” Consort De’s lips curled into a smile. Her meaning was clear.
She wanted this grandson to take the place of the firstborn son.
Not to replace Su Qingyun, of course—just to spread the word that Su Qingyun had given birth to the prince’s heir. That way, the prime minister’s household might offer some support. The estate had been scraping by on savings for years, and life had grown increasingly difficult.
Mo Yujun drowned his sorrows in wine—otherwise, that maid would never have climbed into his bed.
He’d been furious about the incident at first, but in the end, he’d just sent the maid away.
“Mother, have you lost your mind? You want a bastard child—born from a lowly maid—to be my firstborn heir?” Su Qingyun stared at Consort De in disbelief. This was beyond absurd.
“Qingyun, Mother has a point. This is still my child—and my child is your child. As his mother, how can you reject him?”
Mo Yujun shot Su Qingyun a sharp look. She staggered back, collapsing onto the bed with a bitter laugh.
“Haven’t I endured enough? I will never agree to this. No matter what, I am the prime minister’s legitimate daughter. I won’t accept a child born from a servant!”
“What else can you do?” Consort De snapped.
Prime minister?
That so-called prime minister was just a poor scholar from the countryside. She’d always looked down on Su Qingyun—petty, unrefined, unfit for nobility.
“My dear son, if you don’t throw her out, your mother… your mother won’t live to see another day!”
Consort De had long despised Su Qingyun. Over the years, the two had barely exchanged civil words. At first, Su Qingyun had tolerated it, but after swallowing too much bitterness, she’d stopped holding back.
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