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

Fourth Master strolled into Jinyu Pavilion with his hands clasped behind his back.


His expression and movements were still those of Fourth Prince, appearing indifferent and composed.


However, Su Peisheng could somehow discern a touch of good mood.


Tsk, how strange the Master is. To be happy from a confrontation with Miss Ye?


The Master's thoughts are indeed hard to guess.


But Su Peisheng was not new to serving Fourth Master; he had served him for many years in the palace, starting from Chengqian Palace and following him since he was a child, all the way to the Prince's estate, to the present.


He had witnessed and experienced plenty in the matters of these royal masters.


He had also seen quite a few Ladies of the imperial harem who had been favored.


You see, women, if they are too submissive, men may like it, but it won't last long. Even the prettiest flower becomes dull after a while, right?


Chapter 227: No Longer Angry