Volume 1 Chapter 133: Unbearable (6)

  Chapter 133: None Other Than Me (6)

  Because she felt constrained, Qiu San Niang was in a bad mood. She had grown up to be able to go wherever she wanted. Before her marriage, she had stayed at home for half a year without going out much, in order to dispel Zhang Shi's suspicion that she was cooking the books. However, she really did cook the books.

  How much money was wasted? No, it can't be said as waste. It can only be said that it's what she deserved.

  From the age of fourteen, she helped her father manage the business, and after much hard work, it finally flourished. But then Zhang's whispers in her ear made her realize that all her efforts over the past six or seven years would be handed over to those two brothers who had never contributed anything. Why should she? That family business was half hers, built on her own labor, so of course she should take half of it. In fact, she had anticipated this day and had long since started secretly manipulating the accounts. She opened the Wǎng Qiū Lóu, bought a villa, and even became the capital for smuggling operations. Her wealth grew to the point where among the women in the Xiao family, probably no one was richer than her. If you include the Water Purifying Pearl, it's roughly around 300,000 taels. Not too shabby compared to others, but still not enough compared to those above.

  This person, regardless of whether male or female, once they have money, they gain confidence.

  Qiao San Niang had always been living a carefree life with her "huge wealth", but on this day, she discovered that having more silver was useless. In other people's eyes, Xiao San Shao's title was much more dazzling than silver. So, she couldn't casually stroll down the street, casually stick out her head, or casually inspect her own property. She should sit in the luxurious rear hall, waiting for those in charge to one by one lower their heads and hand over the account books, while she could only instruct them through these books.

  Jiuzi Niang, who had never been truly bound before, suddenly panicked, as if when making money was no longer her only goal, she would be lost.

  She wouldn't say these words to Xiaoyi, because Xiaoyi couldn't understand; nor would she say them to Baihe, because Baihe hoped she'd be a virtuous wife and mother; even less would she say them to Lüjù, because Lüjù was only good at being anxious. The only person she could talk to was Mòzǐ. Although she wasn't really good to Mòzǐ, and every time she saw how clever and capable Mòzǐ was, she felt inferior and couldn't help but begrudge the benefits that should have gone to Mòzǐ. But she believed that if there was one person in this world who could understand her unscrupulous ways of making money, it was Mòzǐ. The two of them were similar in some respects - they both looked down on the social norms imposed on women and believed that only by being strong themselves could they have choices, without having to rely on others.

  In a daze, the carriage stopped in front of the Lin's residence, and Bai He and Xiao Yi helped her down from the carriage.

  The little captain who dared to come up and ask her, "Third Young Master's wife, is this your family?"

  Qiu San Niang's face turned cold as she said, "No."

  The squad leader noticed that Qiu San Niang was displeased, but he was a man and didn't care much. "I thought the Third Young Master's wife had come to see the newly purchased garden. If not, it's better not to get off at unfamiliar places casually."

  Qiu Sanniang felt that the invisible chain on her body had tightened again. The guards of Jing Wangfu were more arrogant than ordinary people, weren't they? To say it, it was all because of that useless Xiao San who didn't get promoted but instead demoted, so the servants and followers in the mansion could also be presumptuous towards her.

  "Now that I've stopped, it's not a strange place. You're just following me, controlling where I go and what I do? Am I a prisoner?" As soon as she spoke, extreme dissatisfaction arose. The unprecedented sense of restraint made her furious.

  The squad leader didn't have any ill intentions, he was just a diligent and responsible person. The princess ordered him to protect Qiu San Niang's safety, so he made an effort to avoid any situations that might pose potential danger. Seeing Qiu San Niang unhappy, he thought to himself "women are trouble" and didn't say anything else, retreating instead.

  Bai He is a very reserved person, even though she knew that Qiu San Niang had said something too severe, as a maid, she didn't dare to advise her, so she just went upstairs and knocked on the door, leaving behind a small piece of clothing by Qiu San Niang's side.

  Qiu San Niang felt that she had spoken too hastily and immediately regretted it. Her temperament was fiery, but she wasn't usually impulsive. Today, her emotions were really terrible, as if she was tied up with five flowers, hurting so much that she wanted to break free recklessly. However, she was an intelligent woman after all, and having made a mistake, she managed to swallow her pride and make amends.

  "Xiao Huwei, San Niang's words are a bit too much, please forgive her." This little captain is quite arrogant, naturally related to the Xiao family. He is the grandson of Xiao Wei, the first guard beside Old Master Wang, named Xiao Chen. Old Master Wang and Xiao Wei were as close as brothers, treating Xiao Chen like his own grandson. Xiao Chen had been determined to join the army since he was young, but Xiao Wei thought he lacked patience, so he let him start from being a guard in the mansion.

  Xiao Chen muttered to himself, unexpectedly, Qiu San Niang was such a delicate and young mistress who could also admit her mistakes. It wasn't good to continue blaming her, "Qiu San Niang had just entered the capital, it's normal to be curious. I, Xiao Chen, was too inhumane, making Qiu San Niang unhappy, sorry." A hot-blooded man with a broad mind.

  Qiu Sanniang changed her opinion of this person, it seems that just a few words can't judge a person.

  "This is a house just bought by a good friend of mine in Luozhou. It's not easy to get out the door on weekdays, so I thought I'd stop by since I'm passing by and won't delay for long." She still thinks she's a straightforward person, and Qiu San Niang is also willing to explain clearly. Of course, this explanation is for outsiders, not true.

  "It was I who was inconsiderate, Third Young Master's wife need not be anxious, we just have to return to the manor before dinner." Xiao Chen also calmed down. He thought about it and indeed, it was difficult for the ladies from the inner courtyard to go out even once.

  Once consensus is reached, the atmosphere will be much better.

  Just as everyone was waiting for the Lin Mansion gate to open, an old man with white hair suddenly appeared at the corner of Lu Jiao Alley. As the old man approached, Qiu San Niang saw that he wasn't actually old, but had a youthful appearance with white hair. He held a bamboo pole with a gray banner, one side with divination and the other with physiognomy. Wearing a sky blue water ink white robe, two large and wide sleeves, bare feet in a pair of wooden shoes. A shiny black jade hairpin secured his silver hair bun, snow-white beard, jet-black eyebrows, not a single wrinkle on his face, very smooth. Walking slowly and steadily, with a hint of leisurely elegance.

  A horse carriage rattled past the Wang Fu, passing by Xiao Yan's side, as well as that of Qiu San Niang and Xiao Yi, without giving them a glance.

  Qiao San Niang thought that this fortune teller seemed to have a somewhat extraordinary aura, unlike ordinary people. As the person walked by, a low voice came over...

  "This girl, her fate is a good one, what a pity, what a pity."

  Qiao San Niang believed in Buddhism and also believed in fate. She heard the man's words with a hint of meaning, and couldn't help but ask, "Who is your husband talking about?"

  "Whoever asks me is whoever I say." The fortune teller walked away slowly, his voice clear and loud.

  "Please stay, husband," she said. "Can you tell me why it's a pity?" Was that what she said?

  "It's a good fortune for the sparrow to fly onto the phoenix branch, but unfortunately, wealth and nobility don't last long. Unfortunately, luck will come to an end. Do you think it's unfortunate or not?" The fortune teller didn't stop in his tracks, still walking forward at a steady pace.

  The fortune teller refused to stop, and Qiu Sanniang felt that he was extraordinary, "Husband..."

  The fortune teller turned around and walked away, stroking his white beard. He looked at Jiū Sān Niáng and shook his head, "This lady, you lack water in your destiny, hence the character for 'water' in your name. You recently got married into a very wealthy family, but it's far from your hometown. Your eyebrows show extraordinary aura, indicating that you were destined to be extremely rich and noble. However, there is a dark cloud gathering on your forehead, which foretells a tragic end to a desperate journey. The water in your name has dried up, soon you will lose all your wealth and good fortune will never come again."

  Qiao San Niang saw that this person was very accurate in calculating things for himself, and thought about the current situation where every step was difficult to take, with a real sense of being at a dead end. "Husband, how should I resolve the crisis of lacking water?"

  He let out a sigh and turned around, "Fame and wealth are but fleeting clouds, it's better for the lady to let go."

  Qiu San Niang, not one to give up easily, quickly walked up to the fortune teller and bowed slightly, "Please, husband, help me find a way out of this predicament. If you can resolve it, I'll reward you handsomely."

  "Water will dry up unless there is more water to follow. If there is wood in the water, it can bring life to both the water and the wood, making them flourish. However, this water and wood, even if you have them in your hands, they won't come alive in your hands. They must be destined for someone who has a heavenly affinity with water and wood. Although water can make you prosperous, it's not about generating wealth, but rather about growing roots. When the roots are stable, the branches will flourish; when the roots wither, the branches will dry up."

  The person's eyes sparkled with insight as he gazed at Jiǔ Sān Niáng's facial features, "Although you want to soar like a swan, your heart is not broad enough. How can you fly high? You should have had noble people assisting you, but unfortunately..."

  What a pity again.

  Qiu Sanniang was about to ask again when she saw the main gate of Lin's mansion creak open, and Mozi and Cen Er came out.

  The fortune teller, Shun Rou San Niang, turned her gaze back and burst out laughing. "Girl, see? I told you so! You have the Water Wood element in your palm, and you also have a living water person. But you're foolish and stubborn, blind and deaf, only wanting to cut off people's wings for short-term gains. Don't you know that with an honest heart comes spiritual connection, and with a broad mind comes far-reaching vision? If you don't let go, how can you obtain the true kindness of your noble helper?"

  Qiu San Niang was so shocked that she couldn't speak a word.

  "There's gain and loss, with gain comes loss. Your heart is anxious, your energy weak, your luck exhausted. I'm old and feeble, but I've taken a liking to you, so I'll point out your foolishness. Goodbye, young lady, take care of yourself." The person shook his head, tapped the ground with his bamboo stick, and prepared to leave.

  Qiu San Niang bowed deeply and asked, "Husband, I have one last question for you, is it that she must be the one?"

  That man didn't accept Zhuo San Niang's gift, turned around with a huff, and patted his mouth, "Can't say it, can't say it. Can't control one's mouth, and white hair will grow prematurely. If this continues, my life won't last long. Muddling through meals, speaking nonsense is fine, but alas, I just can't bear to look at it."

  The wooden clogs knocked against each other as the man neither answered Qiu Sanniang's question nor turned his head back, seemingly walking slowly but soon disappearing into the distance.

  Qiu Sanniang stared blankly at the divination chart, her mind a thousand miles away. She remembered every word and sentence of what the fortune teller had said, and she needed to think carefully about it, to figure it out clearly.

  "Miss Qiu? Miss Qiu?" Mozi performed according to the previously rehearsed script, but found that Qiu Sanniang was staring blankly at the back of a fortune teller. She lowered her eyes, wondering what Qiu Sanniang was thinking, and twitched the corner of her mouth.

  "Can't change your mouth, Mo Ge?" Bai He walked up from behind, smiling and reminding, "My family's girl is now the wife of the third young master of Jing Wang Fu, calling her Third Madam is just about right."

  She hastily changed her words and called out to Third Madame, but still didn't get any response. She raised her head to look, only to see Third Madame staring at her with extremely complex eyes.

  Today's first update.

  Chapter 133: None Other Than Me (6)

  Chapter 133: None Other Than Me (Six)