Reborn Lady - Chapter 33

One of the female workers knew Kung Fu, and with her protection, Liao Qiuniang should not die strangely again. If she was fine, there would be no reason for Liao Shisan to attack Yin Wen again, and then kill her grandfather by mistake. 

The business was so prosperous that Liao Qiuniang didn’t notice that Yin Hui was also there.

After waiting for a while, Wei Ying’s maid came back with steamed buns wrapped in paper in one hand. 

Yin Hui and Wei Ying ate with relish. 

Wei Shan deliberately didn’t look at them, but the smell of meat buns kept wafting over.

Maybe, that thing was really delicious? 

The next day, Wei Shan sent her maid to buy two to try. 

When the little girl arrived at the store, there was already a long line in front of her. The little girl moved forward slowly while smelling the smell of meat. Suddenly, she saw two acquaintances, one was the eunuch from the prince’s courtyard, and the other was the servant beside the lady. 

“Girl, the prince actually likes to eat this steamed bun!” The little maid said to Wei Shan impatiently as soon as she returned to the palace. 

Wei Shan was shocked, and when she ate the whole meat bun, she immediately ate the second one too. 

That year’s Mid-Autumn Festival in King Yan’s mansion in Pingcheng was not unusual compared with previous years, but the Mid-Autumn Festival in the capital palace was much more lively. 

A dozen or so royal grandchildren gathered together, and after the toast, the others brought the wine over. Wei Yang and Wei Luo of King Yan’s mansion were drunk a lot. 

Wei Luo’s drinking capacity could only be regarded as normal, as he could handle small banquets. That night, he was a little overwhelmed, and his stomach seemed to be on fire. 

When leaving the palace, the moon was rising high, and the surroundings were lonely. 

Wei Luo had been holding back, wanting to go back to his yard and vomit.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got off the carriage, Wei Yang in front rushed to the wall and vomited first. Xu Qingwan chased after him, supported Wei Yang with one hand, and gently patted him on the back with the other hand. Going in to rest first, the two children turned their heads while walking, and their two similar faces showed concern for their father. 

“Master, are you alright?” An Shun’er, the eunuch who had served him since he was a child, was worried that his master would vomit, so he held Wei Luo’s arm in advance and asked. 

Wei Luo shook his head, waved him away, deliberately not looking at Wei Yang, and strode toward the mansion. 

When he arrived at the courtyard where he was staying, Wei Luo rushed into the clean room and vomited violently. 

An Shun’er was waiting on the side, and asked Chang Feng to go to the kitchen to get hangover tea, and then ordered the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles. The third master only brought the two of them with him when he went out that time, so he couldn’t count on others. 

After Wei Luo vomited enough, An Shun’er helped him to lie down to rest. 

He felt very hot, so he closed his eyes and pulled the robe on his body. 

An Shun’er hurriedly helped his master take off his outer robe. But fortunately it was still warm in autumn, and he was not afraid of catching cold so he only wore a middle coat. 

Chang Feng came in with a hangover tea. 

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wei Luo opened his eyes, caught a glimpse of Chang Feng’s plain, rectangular face, and closed them again. 

“Master, drink some tea, or your stomach will keep rumbling,” An Shun’er coaxed in a soft voice. 

Wei Luo was too lazy to move. 

An Shun’er and Chang Feng helped him sit up, leaning against the east wall, and stuffed a soft pillow behind his back. 

After drinking the hangover soup, Wei Luo got better, and the picture of Wei Lang with his wife appeared in his mind again. 

Mid-autumn night was time for a family reunion. 

What was his wife doing? 

When they parted, she was still complaining that he didn’t bring her to Beijing. But after such a long time, her resentment should have dissipated, and she might be hugging Xiao Heng, thinking about him while  facing the moon. 

In Pingcheng, Yin Hui slept comfortably. Wei Luo was not around, so she put away his quilt for the time being, and the spacious bed was all her territory. 

After getting up and dressing up, Yin Hui gave Jinzhan the waist badge of Sanfang, and asked her to go to Liao Qiuniang to buy meat buns for her mother-in-law. 

After Jinzhan came back, she first went to Jinghao Hall to deliver the steamed buns to Mrs. Wen, and then went back to Chengxin Hall to see the master. She said,: “Madam, I saw the maid next to Miss Shan, who also went to line up to buy steamed buns. I found her hiding.” 

Yin Hui smiled, remembering Wei Shan’s stubborn dislike of them the previous night. 

In fact, people regardless of being high or low born, they were all made of flesh and bones. They could be divided into two, only those who had money and those who didn’t have money. The kings may also like the food that the common people cherished, but the freshness of a taste may be lost after a while. 

For example, that meat bun, no matter how much people like to eat it, they would put it down after eating two more meals. 

The nanny in charge of the palace’s embroidery room came with her little maids, and they tailored for the owners of each house, preparing to sew four sets of winter clothes and new clothes for the New Year. If a master felt that the four sets of new clothes were not enough, he could make other clothes out of his own pocket. As long as it was not too extravagant, no one would care. 

“Third Madam, you have grown taller again.” The nanny in the embroidered house finished measuring for Yin Hui, and complimented her with a smile, “Your figure also got better.”

Yin Hui could also feel that the clothes did not fit her so well anymore. The skirt fortunately did, but the top was more or less tight, and the new clothes made by her last autumn and winter were for pregnant women, they were too loose and bulky. 

Before the Double Ninth Festival, Yin Hui went out again. 

Visiting her grandfather was real but it was also a cover. That time, the grandfather and granddaughter didn’t talk for long. Yin Yong had something to deal with, and Yin Hui didn’t stay at the Yin’s house for dinner. After she separated from her grandfather, she went to Jinxiu . 

Jinxiu was the leading silk and satin store in Pingcheng. It sold all kinds of expensive silk and satin, and there were also embroiderers who were good at various exquisite embroidery methods to sew new clothes for the rich.

Jinxiu was originally the property of the Yin family. When Yin Hui got married, Yin Yong gave the entire Jinxiu to his granddaughter as a dowry, including the stewards and embroiderers inside. Four dyeing workshops were selected for the little granddaughter in Hebei, Sichuan, and Shanxi, not only to ensure that her Jinxiu could be self-sufficient, but also to do business in other silk and satin houses. 

Although the Yin family still had more dyeing workshops and silk and satin factories, the dowry that Yin Yong gave to his little granddaughter was the best business among them. Yin Hui’s second uncle and aunt had a fight with the old man because of it, thinking that the old man favored her too much. The reason for the couple was that since ancient times, family property had been left to sons and grandsons. The dowry was enough. How could there be a basis for dividing the family business? 

Yin Yong insisted on giving those properties to Yin Hui. 

When Yin Jingshan objected again, Yin Yong said, “Our family’s business, after I die, should have been shared by you and your elder brother. Your elder brother died long ago, leaving only Ah Hui. A small part that should belong to your elder brother was given to Ah Hui, and more is left to you, how is it unfair?” 

Yin Jingshan then fell silent.