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

After serving for a day in Cining Palace, Ye Zao was somewhat tired.


Lying on the couch in the outer room, Shan Hu was massaging her waist.


In a sleepy stupor, she heard the gentle voice of little maid Lvsong from outside: "Looking at the sky, is it going to snow? Please don't, the festival is approaching."


"Yes, but who can predict the weather?" This was Manao.


"Our Fifth Prince is still young, if it snows, it'll be inconvenient. The Master fears the cold too." Lvsong sighed.


Ye Zao curved her lips into a smile: "These two little ones are concerned for me. Guarding the corridor is hard work; give them something warm to drink later."


It's already October, and the northern weather is indeed cold.


Moreover, there's wind today, making the corridors even colder.


"Alright." Shan Hu responded, signaling Bai Yu standing to the side with her eyes.


"But the fires should be lit in our hall; is the Master not afraid of cold this year?" Shan Hu asked while kneading.


Chapter 0884 Hongxin