After Princess Xuanxue came down from the mountain, the whole capital was in chaos.

Chapter 2 Returning home
  Yuan Qi could see that the Jiang family didn't take her seriously. Although she was the daughter of an outsider, she was still a master. It didn't matter that her biological father Jiang Zhengqing didn't come to pick her up, but her brothers and sisters couldn't. Want one?

It seems that she is really unpopular.

After Yuan Qi climbed into the carriage, He Xianghe followed him. There was a cloth bag in the car. He Xiang opened the cloth bag and stuffed a set of clothes inside to Yuan Qi: "The seventh lady is wearing a Taoist robe when she returns home. I'm afraid It was not appropriate. Madam was worried that Miss Seven did not have suitable clothes, so she asked the servant to bring a set of old clothes worn by Miss Six. Miss Seven should change into them first."

It's said to be old, but it's actually almost the same as new.

Yuan Qi glanced sideways. Not only were the clothes too big, but the style was also very tacky. She threw the clothes back in disgust: "Is Jiang Mansion so poor that he can't even afford a new set of clothes?"

Hexiang didn't want to tell her that the madam was not allowed to prepare new clothes for her, and felt that she was not worthy, so she casually dealt with it. He explained disdainfully: "Miss Seventh has never returned home, so who can know the size of Miss Seventh? Miss Sixth has been raised by my wife since she was a child, and she is treated like a legitimate daughter. Even if the clothes are old, they are better than those on you." Taoist robes are much better.”

She handed the clothes to Yuan Qi: "Look, this is brocade fabric, a new style last year. You grew up in a run-down Taoist temple, have you ever seen brocade?"

Yuan Qi curled his lips and smiled like a crescent moon, looking a bit cute and cute.

He Xiang thought she had given in, and felt quite happy.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Qi suddenly raised his hand and slapped He Xiang.

Then he took out a pomegranate red soft smoked skirt from the bag and said, "Look, I have one myself. It should be better than yours."

He Xiang's cheeks were burning and there was a trace of salty smell at the corner of her lips. When she wiped it with her hand, she realized that there was blood. A child could be beaten with such strength, even harder than the executioner woman in the mansion.

She didn't dare to say any disrespectful words: "It's actually made of soft smoke?"

In just a moment, Yuan Qi looked like an official lady.

She took out another jade hairpin and inserted it into her bun. She looked at Hexiang with cold eyes. Hexiang was a little afraid to look directly.

He Xiang was secretly shocked. This concubine who grew up in a Taoist temple was actually more beautiful than the other young ladies. When she arrived at the Hou Mansion, the seventh young lady was really in trouble.

The driver drove the carriage very fast and finally entered the city before the sun set.

The red lacquer gate of Wu'an Hou's Mansion is very impressive. On the plaque are two gilt characters "Jiang Zhai". The afterglow of the setting sun almost dazzled Yuan Qi's eyes.

It is said that Jiang Mansion is the last of the four major families, but Yuan Qi feels that this place is magnificent, with the gate alone being a hundred meters wide.

This gate is almost as big as the imperial palace. Isn’t it possible that even the censor can’t stand it?
  Yuan Qi looked up at the plaque for a long time and found that there was a faint evil aura surging in the huge Jiang Mansion.

He Xiang saw Yuan Qi looking dumbfounded and felt very contemptuous.

"Miss Seventh, our master of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion has many rules and regulations. Don't forget what I told you on the road. If you bump into any master, don't say that I didn't remind you."

"The fact that the young lady can be taken back by the master is a blessing that the young lady has cultivated over many lifetimes. After entering the mansion, you must be careful with your words and deeds. If you anger the master, your life may be in danger."

Yuan Qi didn't take these words to heart. In her eyes, although Jiang's power seemed unattainable, it was actually not much different from ordinary people, except that they had more rules.

She knew that with her status, she was not worthy of taking the main entrance.

Sure enough, Hexiang took her in through the side door.

A man dressed in the same clothes as He Xiang walked towards him and followed He Xiang in a low voice. Hexiang turned around and said to Yuan Qi: "Miss Qi came by chance and caught up with the dinner in the mansion. I will take you to the dining hall right now."

The dining hall was very quiet, and there was no sound from the door. Yuan Qi thought there was no one inside, but as soon as he entered, he found that there were many people, and they were all cooking quietly. The food was already on the table, and it was delicious, better than Fusangguan's. I don’t know how much better the food is.

Yuan Qi's greed was aroused and he ran a few steps. As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't help but said: "It smells so good."

He Xiang brought Yuan Qi in and saluted the masters: "Madam Marquis, Miss Seven is here."

Although Yuan Qi grew up in a Taoist temple, he also knew some secular etiquette. He immediately bowed and said obediently: "Yuan Qi pays homage to his father, mother, aunt, and brothers and sisters."

Jiang Zhengqing had no expression, and his indifferent eyes stayed on her: "You have suffered a lot these years. Now that you are back, you are the seventh young lady of the Jiang family."

He had a beard and a majestic face, and could vaguely see the temperament of a handsome man. This was her biological father, Wu'an Hou Jiang Zhengqing.

Yuan Qi took a look and found that it was just as his master said. He didn't look very good, he was in bad luck, and he was riddled with black energy. There must be ghosts around him. However, this man is a military commander, and he has a strong evil spirit. It is estimated that ordinary ghosts cannot get close to him.

Jiang Zhengqing introduced the people here to Yuan Qi.

"This is your mother."

Yuan Qi greeted me obediently: "Good morning, mother."

On the left is a woman wearing purple clothes, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. At first glance, she looks like a mean and ruthless person. Judging from her appearance, this person has a lot of lives in her hands and is haunted by ghosts.

This person is the daughter of Mrs. Wu'anhou's prime minister. Her natal family is the prime minister of Rongguo's largest family. Even Jiang Zhengqing is polite to her.

A beautiful woman opposite, with a rosy complexion, was smiling lightly at her. This is your concubine, Mrs. Li.

Jiang Zhengqing has many children, including Yuan Qi, and has three sons and four daughters. Among them, the eldest son Jiang Juncai is the most famous child in the prime minister. He is currently the commander of the imperial army. He has made great contributions at a young age and was named the general of Zhenbei.

The second son, Jiang Junjing, and the third son, Jiang Juncai, are the sons of the noble concubine Li. They are both rare and handsome men. The second son has a talent for business and the most important thing is money. The Third Young Master studied under Master Yunyi and was an outstanding strategist.

Ranked fourth is Jiang Bailu, the legitimate daughter, who was engaged to the prince three years ago. At the age of fifteen, she is already graceful and graceful. She is considered a rare beauty in the world.

The fifth lady, Jiang Jiulu, is the daughter of the noble concubine Li. She is the same age as Jiang Bailu and is also very handsome.

The sixth lady, Jiang Trulu, was born to Xiangli Mingzhu's personal maid. The maid died of hemorrhage after childbirth, so Xiangli Mingzhu took Jiang Truffle with her and raised her as her legitimate daughter.

Everyone in the room looked at Yuan Qi in unison and were shocked.

The little girl who came in was slim and graceful. Although she was wearing a bun, it did not affect her beauty at all.

The eyebrows are neither thick nor thin, like distant mountains in a landscape painting. If they are thicker, they are too dark, and if they are lighter, they are too light. The long eyelashes are like small fans. A pair of eyes are very smart, as if they can absorb everything. Income fundus. The bridge of the nose is straight, the tip of the nose is round, and the lips are pink and glowing with health.

The women in the room were overshadowed by it.

It’s hard to imagine how beautiful she would be if she was dressed up, and how stunning she would be when she grows up.

(End of this chapter)