Where there are women, there is palace struggle.

  Xi Yangyang's life is actually very happy, every day it's either ginseng chicken soup or apricot kernel glutinous rice porridge, this is the same principle as raising a pig to fatten it up for slaughter.

  And the world didn't change because of my disappearance. I wonder if Nan Gong Qiu will freak out when he finds out that I've left Feng Qingya's body? Hmm, thinking about him is a bit of a downer.

  It seems that Feng Qingya has returned to his own body, which is indeed good news. Another piece of good news is that after Ning Xiaodie made a scene at the Hundred Flowers Palace, Jia Mingkai's theft of grain in Qingzhou was exposed. Today, Zi Xuan and Yuan Yifei immediately held an emergency trial for the Qingzhou grain loss case, and the result of the trial was that Jia Mingkai not only wanted to frame Chunyu and Feng's family but had also colluded with a black market merchant to sell the grain at a high price to a neighboring country.

  Jia Mingkai's whole family was exiled and their property confiscated, a truly delightful outcome. If I were still the upright and elegant one, I could have stood on the imperial court to personally experience this trial, what a pity!

  But what I didn't expect was that not only did I feel regretful, but something even more heart-wrenching happened. Xuan Yuan Yi Fei rewarded Hu Guo Fu Ren for her contributions to the case with 10,000 taels of gold, and also gave her a Liang Li Ge Xi. But what's even more infuriating is that those 10,000 taels of gold originally belonged to me!!! And what's even more heartbreaking is that Xuan Yuan Yi Fei also entrusted Feng Qing Ya with the task of searching the house. Heaven, Xuan Yuan Yi Fei, that Feng Qing Ya is no longer me! She's not as greedy as I am!

  The more I think about it, the sadder I become; the more I look at it, the more heart-wrenching it is. My heart aches to the point of bleeding, and all that's left is a bloody mess... I count my fake silver coins in mourning for those real silver coins, with a hint of pleading.

  "Why?"

  "It's evening now... the girl is singing like a ghost crying..." She looked at me cautiously. I let out a long sigh: "Alright, burn the silver and use it to buy a road for Fat Girl."

  "Chubby, chubby girl? Isn't she just a young lady?"

  "I want to say goodbye to the fat girl from the past." I lazily replied to Yueyue.

  "...", month after month, looked at the pile of fake silver and trembled with fear.

  One must face reality, and the current reality is that I have become a girl of the Hundred Flowers Palace. Therefore, the top priority should be to think of ways to escape the fate of being a prostitute. Lamenting about things that are not meant to be is useless. It's better to stand up straight and be a person rather than blaming heaven and others.

  The next day, I stood in front of Lian Po Po, outside the Hundred Flowers Palace was a parade celebrating the repeated breaking of cases by the Protectress. This is a passionate and unrestrained world, unfortunately from now on, I am Xi Yangyang, not Feng Qingya.

  Under the bright summer sun, Lian's mother sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, lifted her legs and scratched her ears: "It's really annoying, okay, Xi Yangyang, what can you do?"

  I thought for a moment and smiled: "It depends on what kind of prostitute Madam Lian wants me to be."

  Lian's aunt raised an eyebrow: "Wow! I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable, huh? Not bad, not bad." Lian's aunt stood up and started circling around me. "Your looks are also top-notch, your butt is perky enough."

  "Ah!" My butt was pinched by someone.

  "The feel is also good, Cao Dafu's medical skills are good, the ones that should be reduced have been reduced, and the ones that shouldn't be reduced haven't been reduced at all. This chest..."

  "I immediately covered my chest: 'Don't worry, Granny. Absolutely no reduction, no reduction.'"

  The old lady smiled and nodded: "You're eloquent, clever, and have a calm demeanor, but it's those piercing eyes that make you stand out. If not for those eyes, I wouldn't think much of your outdated appearance, and you'd only be suitable as a third-rate companion. But now, it seems you can be a money tree."

  "Mom, English name!" Joyful and proud I can stretch and bend, now I don't know martial arts, nor do I have money, and even less the identity of a national protector's wife which would save my life. If I drag on, it's just asking for trouble. So now I can only swallow my pride and live in hiding. In modern words: you have no power, no money, no influence, what are you going to do? Two words: know your place.

  Then you hear a lazy old woman dragging out a long drawling tone. She lazily sits back on the stone bench.

  I rubbed my belly and smiled: "Know how to tell jokes."

  Want to hear a joke? Here's one: Why was the math book sad? Because it had too many problems.

  "There was a meat bun walking on the road, and then it got hungry, so it ate itself. Hehe, isn't that funny?"

  "Whoosh!" A gust of cold wind blew by, sweeping away a leaf, and even the nanny's expression froze. I shrugged: "This... is a cold joke. It's summer now, cooling down for Nanny and our guest."

  Lian's eyes widened instantly, and she shivered, touching her arm and adjusting her sitting posture: "Starting from tomorrow, you will begin learning zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. If you can't learn them within a month, I'll make you accompany guests. Hmph, don't think that Lian is easy to fool. Whether or not you can become the second Hualei in Baifa Palace and keep your chastity intact depends on your own destiny."

  "Yes." Modestly accept advice.

  "En, the young lady is quite good." Lian Yiguang stood up and patted my face, "She has a good talent and is very clever. With proper training, she can become a great role."

  Why does everyone want to discipline me? Of course, I didn't resist, still lowering my head and bowing: "Xiyangyang is indeed in need of discipline." How cheap, wanting to hit myself.

  "Brown-noser." The old woman slapped my butt hard, "What a pity, you were born with bad luck and got sold to this place. Otherwise, who knows, maybe you could have become an official. Alright, go report to the Flowered Pavilion in a few days."

  "Yes, goodbye, Nian Nian." Nian Nian lazily waved her hand and I walked out of her exquisite courtyard. When I turned back to take a peek at her, she was smiling slyly, like someone who had just found a treasure.

  Some people think that I am a smooth talker, some despise me as being afraid of death and greedy for life. Some feel that I am opportunistic, while others are disgusted by my lack of dignity as a lowly person. All this is because of the profession I currently work in, which can be said to have been given to me by heaven - a woman who may become an artist or geisha, but mostly will be thrown into men's beds for their pleasure.

  Before seeing a happier future, I chose to behave and muddle through eating, drinking and exams. Luckily, I met Hou Xian who helped me get away with it.

  Oh no! I forgot to tell Hou Xuan about the 952 plan. Alas, how will we recognize each other then? Will he believe in such an unbelievable thing as transmigration and rebirth? With his single-threaded brain, I'm a bit worried.

  The sky is floating with big white clouds, and in the air, it's the celebratory sound of drums and gongs that are elegant yet bold. The people easily hate a person, and also easily love a person.

  When the rumors about Chun Yu Xian came out, Feng Qing Ya was being scolded by everyone. But when the truth gradually surfaced, Feng Qing Ya was suddenly being praised by everyone instead. The difference lies in that I was being scolded while I was inside her body, whereas now she is receiving endless love and admiration from everyone with a clear conscience.

  What's the reason for such a big difference between people?

  "Look at her, pretending to be so eager for freedom, it's all an act."

  "That is, others are clever, flattering and fawning on Lian Niangniang, having food to eat and clothes to wear. Looking at those who came with her, some are crippled or have become third-rate prostitutes."

  "Wow, it's so sour! Who poured vinegar early in the morning?"

  "I really don't know what the madam saw in her, actually wanting to cultivate her into the second flower courtesan."

  Oh, woman.

  I lazily walked through them, someone stretched out their foot and tripped me, I took a step forward, then turned around and gazed at their giggling faces with drooping eyelids.

  No anger, no disdain, no sneer, nothing at all, not even calmness, but a dead gaze that was lazy to the point of being listless. As a result, because of this "dead appearance" of mine, a magnificent cold scene unfolded. The laughter gradually disappeared, and a gloomy wind rolled in, they stiffened their faces and shivered.

  To be honest, I really don't have the energy to argue or theorize with them, because I just reincarnated and my whole body is weak. I shouldn't be called Xi Yangyang, but rather Lazy Yangyang.

  "What's with that look!" One of them finally couldn't help but ask.

  I lazily raised my soft and fluffy hands, stretched out two fingers, pointed at my eyes, still with that listless deadpan expression facing them: "You guys look at my eyes..."

  They looked into my eyes, I still drooped my eyelids, a dull and lifeless look, then they shuddered, handkerchiefs fluttered.

  "You're sick in the head."

  "There's something wrong with him."

  "Out of one's mind."

  "Let's go." The women left with unpleasant expressions on their faces, occasionally turning back and revealing a hint of fear in their eyes.

  "Alas, woman." Sighing, she pulled out a round fan from her waist and thought to herself that she was becoming more and more unrefined.

  I remember my sister saying that when I'm lazy, I look like a sloppy bulldog lying on the ground. It's enough to kill the mood, whether we're arguing or having fun, and it always ends with me being cold and unresponsive. Sometimes it helps, but sometimes it's just a buzzkill.

  For example, when they are high, I lie there so lifelessly that even if they're still high, they'll get cold. But at this time, they usually say to me: go lie down over there. Then I'll obediently run to the bar and lie down, and even if it's cold, it's a beautiful guy from the bar. Hehe.