I don't want to be the favorite concubine of this palace anymore

Li Rui sneered, he didn't like Xu Wanying at all, she was forced into the palace by Concubine Li, the purpose was self-evident. It was so obvious to plant someone in the palace, did Concubine Li still think that he was still the 7-year-old child who allowed her to bully and control him?

However, he thought it would be good to let her occupy the position of concubine, so that no one would just randomly push someone in for the time being. So he let her enter the palace.

That stupid woman didn't learn any of Concubine Li's cleverness. She was showing off in the backyard all day long in fancy clothes. He knew something about it, but he just treated it as a joke.

I didn't expect these two people to have a conflict. The concubine looked so weak, but she would fight back when she was bullied. I guess she wouldn't dare to cause a death.

Just consider it as a lesson for Xu Wanying.

"Just pretend you don't know about this matter and don't worry about it. Come back and report it when something happens."

Jianying looked at the prince in shock. Did the prince just allow that maid to drug the concubine?

But thinking that the concubine was arranged by Concubine Li to enter the palace, she understood a little: "Yes, but Your Majesty, that concubine seems to want to sneak out of the palace by following the kitchen staff."

The prince will not indulge her anymore now, right?

Then Li Rui said calmly: "Send someone to follow her and see what she wants to do."

Jianying couldn't believe it. Could it be that the prince really fell in love with that concubine? Otherwise, why would the prince, who always couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes, be so indulgent to this concubine?

But he suppressed the shock in his heart and replied seriously: "Yes, I will notify the secret guards right away." Then he left the study.

An Muxi returned to the room and saw that Xiaoqin had returned. She quickly asked, "Xiaoqin, did Concubine Xu make things difficult for you just now?"

Xiaoqin smiled and nodded: "Well, I went to give her money. No matter what, she can't possibly go against money, right?"

However, An Muxi knew that Concubine Xu did not make things difficult for Xiaoqin only because it was Nanny Zhao who oversaw the resolution of the matter. She was afraid that if she continued to make things difficult for Xiaoqin, Nanny Zhao would find out and report it to the prince.

"Xiaoqin, I'm going to be out for a while. You should stay in the house this afternoon. If anyone comes to see me, just say I'm visiting someone."

Xiaoqin asked curiously, "Master, where are you going?" She had no idea what An Muxi's plan was.

An Muxi knew that she couldn't tell Xiaoqin about her escape from the palace. Xiaoqin was a maid in the palace and she couldn't take her away, so she could only hide it from her for the time being.

But before leaving, he left some money for Xiaoqin, which fulfilled the friendship between master and servant during this period.

"Don't ask me any more questions. Just do as I say. If things go well, I'll tell you when I come back."

Xiaoqin had no choice but to agree.

Then An Muxi asked Xiaoqin to go to the big kitchen to get lunch. After the two of them had lunch together, An Muxi hurried to the side door of the big kitchen.

When they got there, they saw Uncle Zhang waiting there with a servant and an ordinary carriage. This carriage was specially allocated by the palace to the kitchen for shopping.

Uncle Zhang saw An Muxi, nodded to her, and handed her a set of servant's clothes.

Uncle Zhang said, "Get in the car first and change your clothes, then we'll set off."

An Muxi said gratefully: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

Then he took the clothes and got into the car to change. Although the clothes were a little big, they still fit him well. After all, he was just a servant, so no one noticed if the clothes didn't fit him well.

She took her hair off and tied it into a simple bun again, securing it with a wooden hairpin, then she lifted the carriage curtain with satisfaction.

I said to Uncle Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, I'm done changing. Let's go."

Uncle Zhang saw that she had changed her clothes, nodded, and sat in the front of the carriage with another servant, and drove the carriage out of the palace through the back door.

After all, the woman in the car was the prince's woman, and they, as servants, didn't dare to sit with her.

An Muxi packed her clothes into the bag she brought, which also contained several sketchbooks she had drawn in the past. She had to find a bookstore to sell the sketchbooks today.

So she asked Uncle Zhang through the car curtain: "Uncle Zhang, do you know where there is a bookstore?"

Uncle Zhang was also curious about what she insisted on doing out there. When he heard her ask this, he roughly understood a little.

"I know there's a bookstore on the street ahead. Are you going there?"

An Muxi said happily, "Yes, I want to go to the bookstore. Uncle Zhang, can you take me there first? I'll be waiting for you there. When you've finished shopping, come pick me up."

When Uncle Zhang heard this, he thought it was a good idea. Although Miss An was wearing a servant's clothes today, her face was too outstanding, so it would be better for her not to run around.

Soon they arrived at the door of the bookstore, and An Muxi couldn't wait to get off the carriage and said goodbye to Uncle Zhang.

He raised his head and glanced at the plaque on the door and whispered, "'Fang Cun Zhi Jian', this name is good. It seems that the boss is an elegant person." Then he entered the bookstore.

The shopkeeper was an old man in his 50s. He didn't think it was strange to see a young man who looked like a servant suddenly come into the bookstore. He lowered his head and started to count the bills.

After all, many young ladies or masters from aristocratic families would not come to buy books in person, but would ask their servants to come.

An Muxi didn't start by promoting her sketchbooks. She walked around the bookstore. The shop wasn't very big, with only two floors, but it had a good location on the bustling street of Tiansheng Capital.

There weren't many customers inside, only one or two coming in occasionally.

After getting a rough idea of ​​what types of books were being sold in the bookstore, she had an idea.

So he walked up to the shopkeeper and said politely, "Shopkeeper, I wonder if you are interested in the picture book?"

The shopkeeper raised his head upon hearing the voice and looked at the servant in front of him. He was a little surprised that the servant looked like a boy with such delicate facial features.

But he still politely replied: "Of course I am interested in picture books, but the content of the picture books published in recent years is very ordinary and not easy to sell. I wonder if you want to sell it?"

An Muxi took out three sketchbooks she had created before from her bag and handed them over: "Please take a look at these sketchbooks of mine, they are different from the previous ones. If you think they are suitable, we can talk about it."

The shopkeeper took the picture book and looked at the cover first: "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with Me"

, "I'll Pay for Tonight's Party, Prince", "Please Respect Yourself, Prince".

The feeling of being in charge was like a bunch of black lines falling from his forehead. What kind of name is this? How come it feels like falling into the prince's nest?

But he didn't say anything. He then opened another book. The more he read, the brighter his eyes became. After he finished reading the first book briefly, he opened the second and the third.

Soon the shopkeeper raised his head and smiled warmly, with a gleam in his little eyes.

"Your sketchbook is indeed quite innovative. I wonder if you are planning to sell it?"

An Muxi didn't want to reveal that she had drawn them, so she just smiled faintly: "These were all drawn by my young master. He needs money recently, so he asked me to take them out and contact the bookstore. He will be responsible for creating the picture book and cooperating with you to publish and sell it."

The shopkeeper's attitude was very good now. He quickly invited An Muxi to the second floor and asked the waiter to bring tea to An Muxi.

In fact, there are often some poor scholars who come to bookstores to help copy books, or take some articles or novels they wrote to sell to bookstores. But the price they offer is not too high. Unless your novel is particularly popular, the bookstore may increase the commission a little.

The sketchbook that the servant brought today is unique in both content and style, and is a type that has never been seen before.

Moreover, the shopkeeper had been running the bookstore for many years and had some idea of ​​what would be popular. He felt that the business opportunity was right in front of him.