Lin Wan returned to the house, turned over the bottom of the trunk, took out a few taels of silver and gave them to the four palace people. Although she was very poor in the palace, she still gave all her money to the lower officials. Not for anything else, but just to give gifts to subordinates, this is a matter of face.

  Among these people, Chu Xue is the oldest, 19 years old, and she looks steady. Lin Wan promoted her to be the department manager, which is also the person in charge of Jing Yue Pavilion.

  The first snowfall did not bring a joyful expression on her face, she just bowed to thank the heavens and then instructed the remaining three people to chop firewood, boil water, clean up the house and sweep the yard.

  Lin Yan stood by and nodded with a smile, very good, Chu Xue's personality and ability are satisfactory.

  She said to Chunxue: "I need to pay respects to Her Majesty the Empress today, hurry up and help me get dressed."

  The rules of the harem, concubines had to pay their respects every morning, which meant going early in the morning to greet the empress. However, those who had not served the emperor at night were not considered true concubines and did not have this qualification.

  Lin Yan's initial struggle goal has been achieved, that is, she mixed into the qualification for Queen's courtesy.

  The maid who was serving breakfast had been waiting in the small compartment for a while now. Why don't you have your meal first, Your Highness?

  Lin Yan hesitated for a moment and said: "Never mind. You take out a few good things from inside, we'll eat on the road."

  The first snow nodded, took a large piece of flower roll wrapped in a handkerchief and stuffed it into her sleeve, then rushed to the front of the eight treasure cabinet, moved out the makeup and clothes, and began to serve Lin Yu. This was Lin Yu's first time experiencing such treatment - she stretched out her hands without moving, and a service lady with a standard smile helped her put on her clothes from the inside out. Then she would hold a warm wet towel and wipe her face one by one, holding tea water to feed her mouth and immediately holding up a spittoon for her to spit. Throughout the process, you didn't need to use any action or language to express your opinion, and if you slightly frowned, she would apologize.

  Lin Yan found that Chu Xue was really capable. Since entering the palace, all the clothes and jewelry sent by various departments such as Shang Fu Bureau and Gong Bu Bureau were mediocre to a certain extent, but Chu Xue could make use of limited resources, match a few dresses and jackets together, and look quite decent enough to wear out. If Chu Xue were to reverse her role, Lin Yan would be willing to hire her as the director of the design department with an annual salary of 400,000 yuan.

  Don't worry, just wait for a few more hours, and those dog slaves from the government office will be delivering high-end goods to our doorstep with their hands tied behind their backs to apologize! This time, let's just make do.

  On her hair bun, Chu Xue had styled a simple "da ma ji" hairstyle, which was quite ordinary and easily done with just two twists. Finally, Chu Xue opened the pin box, where several worn-out silver pins lay inside, along with two golden pins that shone brightly like cranes standing among chickens. These were the most valuable items given to Lin Wan by her parents.

  Lin Yan looked at those two hairpins and thought of her parents.

  She felt very uncomfortable. If she died, could she go back? Ah, it's probably not possible, President Lin was brain dead from the fall, and his body was already destroyed.

  Live a good life, Lin Yuan, no matter where you go, don't let Mom and Dad worry.

  Chu Xue picked out two decent hairpins, and after comparing them, she inserted the gold-inlaid jade peony hairpin into Lin Wan's hair. Her choice was approved by Lin Wan - the other hairpin had better workmanship and material, but the color of the ruby on it was too dazzling.

  Lin Wan considered wearing it next time she served the emperor, but when meeting with the women in the palace, she shouldn't wear this thing. If Chuxue really chose this hairpin, Lin Wan would doubt her intelligence and her own taste.

  After tidying up, Lin Wan stepped out of the Mirror Moon Pavilion with the first snow.