Ye Jiu distributed her business holdings among different people, and these people had no idea about each other's existence.
This way, she avoided putting all her eggs in one basket and kept a low profile.
After all, her actions in the capital city over the past few years were already well-known, and she had made plenty of enemies. Creating more disturbances might truly make her the target of everyone's hostility.
In the cold winter months, snow suddenly fell.
The Jinzhong Marquis Residence was not far from the Royal Residence. Ye Jiu, holding an umbrella, walked on the crunching snow.
As soon as she entered the door, a servant hurriedly reported, "Old Madam, Old Sir, the Commandery Princess has arrived."
Madam He was excited, intending to get up to greet her, but a cough uncontrollably escaped her throat. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
"Oh dear, with your health, there's no need to go out. Xiaojiu knows the way," Old Man Ye said, patting Madam He's back.
Just then, Ye Jiu entered from outside, "Mother is ill, what's going on, is there not enough charcoal in the room?"
Madam He, supported by Old Man Ye, sat back down on the bed. "It's nothing, it's nothing, Xiaojiu, don't worry. It's just that I'm getting older, it's normal for my health to be not so good."
In the blink of an eye, her Xiaojiu had grown so big. If she could endure until this child got married and had children, she would have something to rely on for the rest of her life, and she would be content.
For Madam He, even though they no longer lived together, Ye Jiu never dared to be careless with her matters.
As she said, Madam He's age was indeed not young, and her health deteriorated year by year. People in ancient times had short lives, living to sixty was rare, and Madam He was already well over sixty.
Ye Jiu truly feared that one day, Madam He would suddenly no longer be by her side.
"Mother is not old, in my heart, mother is forever young." Ye Jiu brushed aside her worries and comforted her aloud.
Madam He just smiled, but she knew in her heart that Ye Jiu was just trying to reassure her.
How can a person not age? The regret is, she hasn't seen her child get married and have children yet!
"Xiaojiu, you are turning 16 after the new year, but there's still no marriage prospect. I don't dare to make decisions on my own. Has there been any news from the palace, what's the plan?" Madam He asked worriedly.
On the way back, Ye Jiu was still smiling bitterly.
It's not that there was no plan for her marriage from the palace; it's just that for the past year, her imperial grandmother had been secretly and openly helping her look for a match.
However, she had managed to fend them all off.
For three and a half years, from when she entered the capital to now, Sikong Mo could freely enter and exit her space. Naturally, she had seen him, but he always seemed very busy.
Clearly, three years ago, when chaos broke out suddenly in Nanchang, and the war with Dongyue ended long ago with a surrender, yet Sikong Mo remained at the border. No one knew what he was really thinking.
Her imperial grandfather was naturally pleased about this, not even bothering to summon him back, perhaps even hoping something would happen to him.
Because she was frustrated with Sikong Mo, Ye Jiu hadn't entered the space for more than a month. Using spiritual power to probe, Sikong Mo hadn't even left her a letter to explain, which was absolutely outrageous.
For all these years, she had been painstakingly preparing food supplies for him, and what did he do? Took the supplies, paid, patted his backside, and left, completely oblivious to her intentions.
Back then, when he tried to win her over, he certainly wasn't !
Could it be that love really has an expiration date, and once the novelty wears off, he regrets it, so he starts to act coldly, wanting her to see her place clearly, hoping she would let go voluntarily?