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

This beauty, it cares not for appearance, only for the heart.


It seemed she had turned her days, which might have been quite unbearable, into something exceptionally lovely.


"Feng Ying's life has been adrift; I don't know how long I can stay in this small courtyard. But no matter how long I stay, this place will definitely be worth remembering in my life. How nice, how beautiful, right? Thus, no matter how long it may be, I should live here happily and comfortably." Feng Ying said with a smile, stretching out her hand to pluck a leaf.


It was hanging from the ivy on the corridor above.


"Do you know that now, you are the Crown Prince's concubine?" the Crown Prince teased with a raised eyebrow.


Feng Ying just smiled foolishly, and then handed the leaf to the Crown Prince.


It was a leaf from the tip of the ivy. Although it was late autumn and the ivy was turning yellow, this leaf, which had not grown long, was still tender green.


The Crown Prince did not take it: "Answer me."


Chapter 116 Delight