A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace

Shih Shaoling calmly smiled.

”You can’t hide anything from me!”

”But how did you find out?”

Shih Shaoling asked with a smile as he lifted his clothes and sat beside her.

Yue Er raised her eyebrows.

”It’s not difficult, you’ve been sneaky these past two days!”

”Plus, today such a thing happened at the Fuguo Duke’s Mansion, it’s all over Capital City!”

Shih Shaoling was somewhat surprised.

”No way, he just got injured, how is it spreading so fast?”

Yue Er giggled.

”Maybe someone saw it!”

”Forget it, let him suffer his deserved punishment! Why don’t you take a look at the poem I’ve written?”

Shih Shaoling was quite helpless.

”How would I know anything about poetry?!”

Seeing Yue Er’s eyes filled with a bit of disappointment, he quickly added.

”I think everything you write is good!”

”Shoo, shoo!”

Yue Er chuckled and pushed him away.

”It’s getting late, let’s rest!”

”Hmm!”

The couple took each other’s hand and headed to the quiet room.

...

Over the next half month.

The news of Lv Zhaoliang’s injury from the Fuguo Duke’s Mansion was spreading sensationally in Capital City.

Several makeup shop vendors by a certain street were heatedly discussing it.

”Have you heard? Lv Zhaoliang got injured, heavens have really opened their eyes!”

”True, we finally have peaceful days ahead!”

”Absolutely, we no longer have to wander around here every day, making this street so cold!”

This street was lined with makeup and jewelry shops, which were originally the favorite places for young noble ladies to visit.

Yet Lv Zhaoliang, the scoundrel, would parade around this place every day in an ostentatious manner.

His purpose was to scout for pretty young women. Those with higher status were tricked back to become concubines, and those lower were directly taken home as chamber maids.

This reputation spread, and soon the young ladies of Capital City were no longer interested in shopping here.

The shopkeepers loathed him but dared not speak out, hence the conversation erupting now.

As a result, Lv Zhaoliang was heavily beaten by bandits.

Besides the Shi Family and the families whose daughters were tricked, the happiest ones were undoubtedly the vendors on this street.

Finally, a breath of relief, right?

...

Lv Zhaoliang took this hidden loss, coupled with the sarcasm from the people of Capital City, he was quite infuriated.

But currently, the Fuguo Duke’s Mansion is under the control of the Princely Heir and Madam Imperial Concubine, effectively held by the first household.

His second household can’t take charge.

What’s worse is, previously his aunt always indulged and spoiled him, but now after this incident, she refused to vent on his behalf.

Not only did she not agree to the marriage with the Shi Mansion, but she was somewhat opposed.

Even more, his aunt directly said to his mother.

”Let’s just let this matter be, your son got injured and the young lady’s reputation has also been tarnished, doesn’t that count as even?”

”Marriage is about mutual willingness, forcing it is meaningless!”

Lady Sun’s attitude was initially somewhat resolute, but gradually she wavered, turning around and advising Lv Zhaoliang.

”Your aunt is right!”

”This matter has already turned quite ugly, our Lv Family can’t afford to lose face!”

”Instead... let’s just let it go!”

Upon hearing this, Lv Zhaoliang was so angry he nearly vomited blood, roaring.

”Mother, if we just let it be, won’t my suffering be in vain?”

”On what grounds?”

Lady Sun sighed.

”Marriage is really about mutual willingness, we’re not in the right either in this matter!”

”You also ruined several of her other potential matches, isn’t the anger out, she’s just a girl!”

As Lady Sun continued speaking, she actually began to realize her past excessive behavior.

The girl’s side even lost their chastity, it didn’t do them any good.

No matter how it’s calculated, it seems they’re the unlucky ones.

If it was her own daughter facing such helplessness, well... Lady Sun dared not think further.

She firmly continued to persuade her son.

Instead of calming him, Lv Zhaoliang was driven nearly half to death in anger.

”Mother, whose mother are you really?!”

...

Recovering from his injury took a whole month.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the wounds on Lv Zhaoliang’s body finally scabbed and fell off, and he could be lively again.

As for Jiang Wanrong.

She endured endless humiliation for this month.

Verbal abuse and ridicule surged like waves, some accusing her of losing her chastity before marriage, some calling her shameless, and even some degrading her as a slut, craving men desperately before marriage.

These insults were like flies, invading continuously, and no matter how Madam Shi tried to shield her, it couldn’t be stopped.

Jiang Wanrong wept daily, her spirit on the brink of collapse.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yue Er and Shih Shaoling visited the mansion to see Jiang Wanrong, who was skinny and haggard but tried to smile.

At that moment Yue Er was shocked.

After understanding the cause of the incident, she was profoundly astonished.

”How can a young girl bear such things?”

With a furrowed brow, she made a difficult decision.

”With so many gossipers in the household, why not come and stay at my place?”

”Firstly, it’s quiet, secondly, no one gossips at the Princess’s Mansion, thirdly... with you at my place, let’s see who dares to spread rumors!”

Yue Er’s gaze was steadfast and tough, making it impossible for Madam Shi not to agree.

Even Jiang Wanrong could only accept the Princess’s generosity with humility, not daring to resist.

Therefore, on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Wanrong packed her belongings and followed Yue Er back to the Princess’s Mansion.

...

In truth, making such a decision wasn’t easy.

No woman is interested in her husband’s childhood sweetheart.

But this situation was different. Watching the young girl nearly being driven to death, it would be morally wrong not to intervene.

Upon entering the Princess’s Mansion.

Jiang Wanrong paid no attention to the lavish decor, the exceedingly precious plants and flowers everywhere, nor the nearly perfect and luxurious architecture.

She only sought a refuge, a place where she could survive with a shred of dignity.

She doesn’t want to die.

Even if she were to die, it wouldn’t be because of the disgusting Lv Zhaoliang.

No matter what, she doesn’t want to let her mother down.

Another point is, if possible, she wants to live to see the day Lv Zhaoliang meets his downfall.

...

”There’s a small garden in the southwest corner that’s quite pretty, there’s a small building that’s quite exquisite, it’s very quiet around, no one will disturb you, you can rest there quietly, if there’s anything you need, feel free to ask the palace maid Ying Luo next to me!”

Yue Er politely said.

Although she agreed for her to enter the mansion, it did not mean she liked this person hovering nearby.

Therefore, that standalone courtyard in the southwest corner was simply the perfect place.

With the courtyard door closed no one would disturb anyone, as if they were in two separate worlds, how nice.

Jiang Wanrong thanked her graciously for her favor, and went to that courtyard with her two close maids.

The rest of the second and third grade rough maids were originally part of the Princess’s Mansion.

These servants were all from the palace, deeply understanding the iron rule to keep one’s mouth shut to stay alive.

So, the matter of gossiping was absolutely non-existent.