Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 357 Ming Qin

Chapter 357: Chapter 357 Ming Qin

"Why are you here?" muttered Nanzhi, even as sweetness filled her heart.

She didn’t have any grand ambitions anymore. All she wanted to do was to successfully run the Three Flavors Residence, and spend the rest of her days with Shen Wenchen and Zhiyu.

The business at the restaurant was getting better and better, and this month they could almost earn three hundred taels of silver.

If this continued, she would be able to earn back her initial investment within five months.

Her mother had already told her that they had saved enough silver to buy a shop, and they were not planning to continue running a small food stall. They wanted to find a suitable place to start a business.

Li Lian had left and Shen Zhong was missing, the twelve returns to Yan City, and Miaomiao also got the person she loved.

Everything seemed to be progressing in a positive direction.

Shen Wenchen looked at the woman with a smile on her face, hesitating for a moment.

The marriage had been settled, but there were still some details to be clarified.

Everyone knew that Nannan had died two years ago, so this was his second marriage.

But according to the rites...

Nanzhi, not hearing a response from the person next to her, looked up at him in confusion.

"What’s the matter?"

"According to the rites, you would be considered my second wife...."

Shen Wenchen found himself somewhat amused as he spoke these words.

But that was indeed the case, and there was no other explanation he could provide.

Seeing his consternation, Nanzhi gently smoothed out the creases between his brows.

"I thought something serious had happened. According to the rites, I would be ranked second."

After all, she was also the first. There was no such thing as herself cuckolding herself.

Merely paying respects and serving tea to her own tablet, she could bear that.

If anything, Shen Wenchen was the one at a disadvantage.

Many of Yan City’s nobles had the habit of keeping consorts, and once she became his wife, they might use that against him.

After all, he was still the lord of Yan City, and as the owner of a restaurant, he would surely face more criticism than her.

If anyone were to use this against them, they would not be able to refute it.

As she was thinking, Nanzhi couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Seeing her laugh, Shen Wenchen’s worries faded away. As long as they were together, it was all that mattered.

He was a man blessed with good fortune here, but not the same elsewhere. Unlike other protagonists in novels who were capable of everything, he only prayed for the safety of his family and the happiness of having his wife and children by his side.

After spending a long time together, Shen Wenchen began to discuss matters about Kyoto, which left Nanzhi somewhat bewildered.

"Hot pot?"

"Yes." Shen Wenchen, while hugging Nanzhi, played with her small hand.

"But the hot pot there tastes terrible, not as good as what you make."

"I’ve never made it." Nanzhi felt like rolling her eyes. This man was shameless. According to him, was she some kind of all-rounded genius?

"So, there really are other Transmigrators?" After a moment of thought, Nanzhi widened her eyes in surprise. She knew there were both male and female protagonists who had transmigrated, and along with her and Shen Wenchen, that made four.

Could it mean that there were even more according to his words?

"Yes." Shen Wenchen nodded, "Not just one more, and that person even holds a high position now."

"In the Palace?"

Nanzhi exclaimed.

"Yes."

Even after a long inquiry in Kyoto, Shen Wenchen only found out that the person was someone significant in the imperial family.

"The potatoes and sweet potatoes were brought by that person." Shen Wenchen couldn’t help but marvel.

The potato and sweet potato, without a doubt, were life-saving foods in this land.

"Was the soybean oil also from that person?" Nanzhi couldn’t help but admire. If it was to be compared, Su Tao might not necessarily be able to be the protagonist.

Potatoes, sweet potatoes, soybean oil, all of it was related to the livelihood of the people.

Could it be that this transmigrator also had a system space?

Thinking about the children’s literature she saw at the bookstall, Nanzhi’s curiosity grew stronger.

She was fortunate to have seized the opportunity with cumin and the opening of the restaurant, it was like a blind cat bumping into a dead rat, all based on luck.

After all, if it wasn’t for her needing to work to support her schooling, she would have just used the cumin to earn a small profit.

But that person clearly had great abilities.

"Not only the soybean oil, but also soap, even the manors outside Kyoto city have begun planting corn."

Mentioning corn, a wry smile crossed Shen Wenchen’s face.

If there would be a day when Durians were sold in Kyoto, he wouldn’t be surprised anymore.

After listening, Nanzhi was stunned into silence.

Being a Transmigrator as well, but the differences were significant.

"Could it be that the person is some kind of agricultural Ph.D.?"

"I don’t know."

Shen Wenchen shook his head honestly.

In the Kyoto Palace, a woman in red frowned at the pot of red soup in front of her.

"Is this the hot pot that Luan’er sells outside?"

The woman had a beautiful face, with a red brocade dress that made her skin look even whiter.

But now, her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, making anyone who saw her want to soothe them.

"Concubine..." The little eunuch hesitated, uncertain of whether he should speak.

Princess Yunhua was overstepping.

She had secretly brought this food out of the palace without telling the emperor or the concubine, and had even started a business.

Ming Qin felt helpless, just tasting the flavor of the red soup had made her cover her face with a handkerchief.

Two months ago, it was just a fleeting whim to have a cook make a hot pot. But who would have thought that Princess Yunhua would sneak out of the city to start a business.

The common people didn’t know, but all the ministers in the court knew the origin of the hot pot.

Given their temperament, it wouldn’t be surprising if they were regular customers.

Only now did she realize why, for the past month, whenever she ran into the other concubines in the harem, they would look at her with smiles.

Ming Qin felt a headache coming on.

She had been in the palace almost four years now, but she had never expected to be outsmarted by this little girl.

"Concubine, in my view, it’s a good thing. After all, your background is clean and you don’t have a backer. Although Princess Yunhua used your name to do business, those ministers don’t know about it. Which makes it a good thing for you too."

The little eunuch spoke, but his eyes cautiously glanced at Ming Qin.

The emperor had not indulged in cultivating for a while now, but he was getting on in years. Who knew when...

Although the favored concubine was doted on by the emperor for now, if she could bear a son or a daughter, the future would be secure.

Ming Qin didn’t say a word, giving him a glance before turning around and returning to her room.

If it were not for her unique skills, she would not have chosen to enter the palace.

It was just unfortunate that none of the emperor’s sons were worthy.

Ming Qin sighed and stared blankly at the small silver lock in her hand.

She couldn’t understand why she had to be the one with all this. If she were just an ordinary person, perhaps she would have chosen not to leave.

Thinking about the disappointed expression of that man, Ming Qin felt somewhat dazed.

She had been in this world for ten years.

The first three years were spent travelling, the next three befriending and falling in love with that man.

But those last four years, she had left them, and entered the palace alone.

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