Snowy Retrospect

The 'tragic' truth tells us that time-traveling is a technical skill, and clearly, Ye Zao was mediocre at it. Being duped by her own penny-pinching uncle into becoming a lowly concubine in someone else's house was bad enough, but why did it have to be in Fourth Master's residence?
Being just a mere Concubine, how was she to get by? The starting point was too low, the background too poor, the bargaining chips too few! The big BOSS had too much HP, and every mini BOSS was lethal! After much deliberation, playing the virtuous act would get her killed, because there was Lady Ulaanala ahead of her. Playing the shrew would also lead to death, for there was Li Consort Fujin behind her. Bearing sons wasn't permitted, yet not bearing them left her with no support—what a conundrum of a life! Having finally maneuvered her way from the residence into the palace, she still had The Empress Dowager on top, who disliked her for not looking dignified enough!
Fortunately, Fourth Master didn't mind, and he secretly quite fancied her undignified looks! Ye Zao's goal was to live a good life, clothed in silk and jewels, exalted and lofty.

The Favorite Mate of Prince

Lady Yun returned to Jinxiu Pavilion, but she had to pass by Jinyu Pavilion on the way.


Even though it was just a side view, she still took a long, hard look.


One a concubine, the other a princess. Yet why was there such a vast difference in treatment?


In her own pavilion, there were now only two senior maids, two junior maids, two maidservants for rough work, and a single eunuch.


Upon entering just now, she saw the clothes that the maids were making, all from the finest Shu Brocade.


She took a deep breath but was choked by the somewhat cold air, coughing repeatedly.


"Princess?" Lv Liu hurriedly helped her and patted her back.


"Let's go back," Lady Yun straightened up after a long while.


Once she returned to her pavilion, she laid down on the soft couch. "Bring me some hot tea," she ordered.


Lv Liu nodded but hesitated, showing a troubled expression.


Chapter 0107: The Contrast of Days