The royal family reads her mind, and the cannon fodder daughter creates the Feihou Mansion

If Song Yunxi hadn't sent someone to pass on the message to her, Zhou Churou, who was in such fear during those days, wouldn't have known how she could have held on.

Hiding her father's body and not burying it in secret was an act of treason. If the news got out, her life would be completely over.

But she didn't know where she got the courage from, she completely trusted Song Yunxi, whom she had just met, and acted according to Song Yunxi's instructions.

The result was just as Song Yunxi said. Not only did her mother's husband, who despised his wife for all her hardships, die, but she also pocketed all the wealth and even kept the title of the former prime minister's wife. No one dared to look down on her or humiliate her. She had simply reached the pinnacle of her life.

As long as she saw her mother's complexion getting better and better and the luster in her eyes returning, Zhou Churou knew that her mother was happy and satisfied.

As for herself, she had completely escaped the fate of being used as a bargaining chip by her father in exchange for benefits and arbitrary marriage. In the future, whether to get married or not, she could make her own decision without being controlled by anyone.

So, she doesn't regret it!

Song Yunxi was a little surprised to hear that Zhou Churou had taken over all the shops in the Xiangfu...which should now be called the Zhoufu.

"Doing business is not easy. If you encounter difficulties, you can come to the Imperial Master's Mansion to find me. I will find someone to help you solve it. It will also be a learning process for you."

Originally, she thought that Song Yunxi would persuade her to give up like her former best friends and relatives, and blame her for not showing up in public.

But Song Yunxi not only supported her, but was even willing to help her and give her the opportunity to study, which made Zhou Churou feel very warm in her heart.

"what happened?"

Seeing her sadness and frustration as she was about to speak but couldn't, Song Yunxi thought she was just hit hard, so she patiently counseled her softly, "Everything is difficult at the beginning. You are a daughter of a prime minister and you have never been involved in this before. You will always encounter some difficulties at the beginning... Take your time, learn by doing and you will soon be able to do it easily."

"Aren't you going to tell me to give up?"

Her voice was so soft and low that Song Yunxi couldn't hear it clearly: "What did you say?"

"I said, why don't you persuade me to give up?"

Song Yunxi was confused by the question: "...Why should I persuade you to give up?"

"Doing business is great. Not only can it help you and your daughter accumulate more wealth, but it can also help you get out of the inner house and gain more experience. Why give it up?"

Song Yunxi said with a look of longing: "Maybe in the future you can expand your business throughout the Jin'an Dynasty and become the first richest woman in the history of the Jin'an Dynasty. Then I can go out and show off. I have some friendship with the richest woman."

Zhou Churou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Song Yunxi was different from those people who grew up in the inner house. She was free to do whatever she wanted in her thoughts and behavior. This was probably the reason why the ladies in the capital talked about her unorthodoxy behind her back!

She was really envious and wanted to be a free person like Song Yunxi.

But even if I can't do it, it doesn't matter. I can still work hard to become the first richest woman in Jin'an Dynasty, so that Song Yunxi can show off anytime and anywhere in the future.

If Song Yunxi knew her true thoughts, she would definitely try every means to travel back to her previous life to wake herself up from the mind blinded by family affection. If she really couldn't wake herself up, she would kill her herself and erase all the dark history.

"Can I really go to the Imperial Master's Mansion to find you?"

Zhou Churou was full of anticipation. The Imperial Master's Mansion was a place that many noble ministers had never set foot on, but Song Quxi told her that she could go there anytime.

Song Yunxi was amused by her unbelievable look: "It's not a dangerous place, you can come here without any worries."

"I was wondering why Miss Zhou has been keeping people at a distance lately. It turns out she has found a high-ranking official."

Zhao Yunxuan came closer with a sarcastic look, and looked at Song Yunxi with irreconcilable hatred in her eyes.

She and Zhou Churou had just an ordinary relationship, but because they both experienced the pain of losing their father, she took the initiative to invite Zhou Churou out twice in recent days.

But later on, Zhou Churou always refused her invitations with various reasons. She thought that Zhou Churou had not yet recovered from her pain and did not want to see anyone, until Mu Xue told her just now that Zhou Churou and Song Yunxi were together, and then she saw the scene of the two of them having a good chat. What else was there to not understand?

I just want to get close to the Duke's Mansion!

Song Yunxi already had so much, so why did he kill her father and turn her from a daughter of a minister into an ordinary girl overnight? She will lose the chance to enter the palace, and will never see the Sixth Prince again, nor will she be qualified to be his consort.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yunxuan's hatred for Song Yunxi deepened. With bloodshot eyes, she accused: "Song Yunxi, you killed my father. I will make you pay for this blood feud with blood!"

Given the relationship between Zhao Yunxuan and Song Muxue, there is no need to ask to know that Song Muxue must have said something to her, so Zhao Yunxuan blamed her for her father's murder.

After all, Zhao Yunxuan didn't have the courage to go to the old emperor to settle the score.

She had no sympathy for Zhao Yunxuan. In Song Yunxi's opinion, no matter what her fate was, it was all her own fault and she deserved it.

The most important thing is that in her previous life, Zhao Yunxuan never had the slightest pity for her, nor did she show mercy to her out of soft-heartedness.

As Song Muxue's loyal executioner, Song Yunxi would certainly not let her go, and destroying her proud identity as the legitimate daughter of the Shangshu Mansion was only the beginning.

Therefore, Song Yunxi was quite looking forward to her provocation: "Then I will be waiting for Miss Zhao to come."

She was afraid that Zhao Yunxuan would not take action.

Song Yunxi didn't expect Zhou Churou to come so soon, leaving her speechless as she had just wanted to lie down comfortably for two days.

Song Yunxi was wearing a cotton shirt that looked quite cheap, her messy long hair covering most of her face. She sat cross-legged on a recliner, exuding an aura of decadence and resentment.

Zhou Churou looked at Song Yunxi, who looked so different from her usual ethereal appearance, and swallowed nervously.

"Your young lady..."

Qing He served tea and explained nonchalantly, "Don't mind, Miss Zhou. My young lady is usually like this, relaxed and comfortable in the mansion."

Zhou Churou secretly blamed herself for making a fuss, but she didn't know that Qinghe's current calmness was the result of countless trials and tribulations.

To put it nicely, her daughter's image at home is relaxed and comfortable, but in fact she is just sloppy and unkempt.

If it weren't for her and Sizhuxian's various pressures, the young lady would have lied down and made herself stink without even washing her hair or taking a bath.

Song Yunxi casually pushed aside her tangled hair: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I own a gouache shop, but I checked the accounts for the past two years and found that my income was not enough to cover my expenses. I was thinking whether I should close the shop and start something else."

Zhou Churou was a little nervous: "But I can't make up my mind, so I came to ask for your opinion."