The Heavens Begin with Dream of the Red Chamber

Chapter 91 Beauty and Healing Products
Ever since seeing that scene, Qingwen has been like a walking corpse. She is dazed all day long, doing things absent-mindedly, and often cries at the slightest provocation.

At first Chaodouer scolded her a few times, but later he was frightened by her behavior and not only did he not dare to scold her, he even didn't dare to assign any work to her.

Without her spiritual support, Qingwen's pride was finally completely eliminated.

After being in a daze for a few days, Qingwen finally returned to normal. She took the initiative to find Master Zhan, knelt down before him, signed the death contract that she once despised and hated, and officially became a member of the Zhan family's slaves.

Mr. Zhan was of course very happy. He said hello to Youshi and the others, then took Qingwen back to the Zhan Mansion. He came to the clothing workshop again, pointed to Qingwen's original workstation, and said with a smile:
"Well, the job of embroiderer is still reserved for you. It's still the same position and the same work, but there are more costumes and patterns. But with your needlework skills, it's easy to master it."

Qingwen looked around, feeling deeply moved. She had not expected that after wandering around for so long, she had ended up back here, and it was very likely that she would never be able to leave this place again in her life.

But it’s better this way. From now on, I won’t have to think about anything else. I can just keep my head down and do my job honestly, and avoid having to watch the dirty and filthy things happening in the Ning and Rong mansions.

From then on, she would just concentrate on making money. After working for a few years and saving up a few hundred taels of silver, she would find an honest man to marry. She would take care of her husband, raise her children, serve her parents-in-law, and live an honest life for the rest of her life.
If you are not destined to be a lady, don’t enjoy that blessing!
Qingwen sighed, bowed to Mr. Zhan, then sat back in her seat and began to work.

After working for an hour straight, Qingwen took a break and relaxed a little. She stood up and walked around to stretch her legs and feet, tapped her aching back, and carefully looked at the workshop which was completely different from what it was a few months ago.

There were some new slogans on the surrounding walls:
"Labor is glorious, laziness is shameful!"

"One person is inefficient, the whole team has to work overtime!"

"Work together and improve together!"

"The last one to be eliminated, the first one to be achieved will be the first one to be achieved!"

There was a row of tables next to the wall, with tea and snacks on them for people to enjoy, but not many people actually went there to eat and drink.

Qingwen then asked a familiar woman about her skills. The woman was discussing needlework techniques with someone else and was very impatient to be interrupted by Qingwen. She rolled her eyes and said,
"What's there to ask?"

"If you eat and drink too much, you will inevitably have to go to the toilet, which will delay your work time!"

"If this causes the team's work to fall behind, won't we be scolded to death by others?"

"If I end up being kicked out, won't I cry to death?"

"There are many embroiderers out there who want to come in and do the work. Even if you don't want to do it, there are many who are willing to do it!"

"We are all here to make money. Who hasn't had snacks? Why waste time on this?"

"If you have the free time, why don't you exchange needlework skills? Isn't that much better?"

After hearing this, Qingwen couldn't help but smile bitterly.

She noticed that among the embroiderers in the mansion, she recognized less than 30% of them, and the rest were newcomers.

Originally, the embroiderers in this mansion were all older women, but now they account for half of the total. It is not known whether those women could not bear the hardship of the long-term work or were eliminated at the end.

In her previous work, she had discovered that the skills of other embroiderers had improved a lot over this period of time.

The only thing was that her needlework skills hadn't changed at all, and it was still the same. She was only able to continue to sit in this position because of her good foundation.

But if she doesn't work hard, it won't be long before she'll be the last one to be eliminated.

Thinking of this, Qingwen couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. After resting for a while, she hurried back to work hard.

After working like this for a few days, she discovered some new changes, that is, there were fewer male servants around her.

Although she was mute before, at least she still had beauty, and men's worldview is based on their facial features. Even if she couldn't speak, there were still many male servants who wanted to please her, surround her, and flatter her in various ways, hoping to improve the genes of their next generation.

But now Qingwen's face has been scratched, and there are many young embroiderers in the mansion, so naturally she has fewer suitors.

After realizing this, Qingwen felt more and more regretful.

Our path is getting narrower and narrower, and now even our marriage partners are getting worse and worse.

If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?

Qingwen sighed in her heart, but she did not complain about herself. Instead, she worked hard and down-to-earth.

Her expectations for herself have become much more realistic now. After all, as long as she can save more dowry, she will always be able to find a good man who is honest and down-to-earth, right?

But she didn't know that everything she did was secretly watched by someone.

After realizing that she had finally smoothed out her edges, started to be down-to-earth and take her work seriously, her life could begin to rebound.

Not long after, Aunt Xiangling, who came to inspect the workshop, took a fancy to her needlework, pulled her out from the group of embroiderers, brought her to her side, and made her her personal maid, serving in the room.

Unlike Chao Dou'er, who finds fault with Aunt Xiangling all the time, Ying'er, the personal maidservant beside Aunt Xiangling, is kind-hearted and takes good care of her every day. The sisters get along well with each other, just like they do with Xiren and others.

Sure enough, choosing a good master is very important to the servants’ lives.

Now that Qingwen was serving Aunt Xiangling, she naturally no longer had to work on needlework for six hours every day with a sore back. She only had to make handkerchiefs, small clothes and other clothes for the masters and aunts in the mansion from time to time, which was extremely easy.

But her monthly salary remained the same, still five taels, and she received tips from time to time, and her income was far better than when she was an embroiderer.

At first Qingwen thought that this good thing was due to Baoyu's recommendation. She felt a little resistant in her heart and didn't want to have anything to do with Baoyu anymore, so she took the initiative to find Aunt Xiangling.

After some discussion, he wanted to lower the monthly salary.

Xiangling asked for a long time before she understood what she meant. She then smiled with her hands covering her mouth, her eyebrows and eyes curved, looking very pretty.

"Qingwen, you misunderstood. The reason why I chose you has nothing to do with Master Bao."

"Nowadays, there are more and more embroiderers in the palace. Although everyone works very hard, after doing it for a long time, they always feel that the future is bleak and they don't want to do this kind of hard work for a lifetime. Often, many outstanding embroiderers get married and leave the palace after saving enough money."

"After I discussed it with the master, he said that we should give those embroiderers broad opportunities for promotion and clear directions to work towards, so that they will have enough motivation to work."

"That's why I promoted you, who is the best at needlework, to show them that as long as their needlework skills are good enough, they can be promoted to maids in the future."

"Every six months from now on, I will pick out the best embroiderer and assign her to different rooms. You won't be the only one."

"As for the monthly salary, the maids in each of our rooms are originally paid five taels of silver. Only the maids in the outer courtyards are paid less, at two taels. You want to reduce their salary, but that is not allowed."

When Qingwen heard this, her face immediately turned red with embarrassment. Only then did she realize that it had nothing to do with Baoyu, and that Aunt Xiangling simply wanted to motivate the embroiderers to work harder.

She thanked Aunt Xiangling awkwardly and took her leave. When she turned around, Ying'er smiled at her again, but she felt more at ease in her heart.

Afterwards, she observed carefully and found that with her as an example, the working atmosphere in the workshop became more enthusiastic, especially those who were interested in this kind of good thing were thinking about it and worked harder on needlework skills.

Qingwen then began her life as a maid with peace of mind, and one day she was called by Ying'er to have her measurements taken for tailoring.

"This is a welfare provided by the mansion. Every year, we get several sets of free winter and summer clothing, made of the best materials."

Qingwen didn't think much about it and asked her to measure her height, legs and other data. Then she received several sets of exquisite ready-made clothes and several sets of semi-finished erotic clothes from the workshop.

What is this for?

Qingwen held the thin, tight-fitting dress she had embroidered, her eyes wide open, not understanding what was going on. She stared at Ying'er with her beautiful eyes. Seeing this, Ying'er smiled and said,

"This is also a benefit of the mansion."

"What maid wouldn't want to climb into the master's bed? With this dress, it will be much easier for you to seduce the master."

Qingwen's face immediately turned red, and she shook her hands to show that she had no such intention. Ying'er was not willing to believe her, so she stuffed the unfinished dress, which had been cut but not embroidered, into her arms and said jokingly:
"Even if you don't want to seduce the master, don't you want to have some beautiful clothes to show your master in the future?"

"Let me tell you, this kind of clothes has always been worn by the wives of the rich and powerful. Even if a concubine wants to buy it, we won't sell it to her."

"The master said, this is not called prestige, this is not called hunger marketing, what we want is that things are valuable because they are scarce. Anyway, the production in our mansion will never increase, so it doesn't matter if there are some restrictions."

"If we didn't produce this thing ourselves, neither you nor I would be able to use it!"

"You must have made hundreds of sets of clothes, right?"

"Don't you want to have a set of your own?"

After hearing what Ying'er said, Qingwen's heart was immediately moved, and the strength in her hands to resist was gone.

Ying'er pointed at the half-finished product and said:
"Things sold outside basically have the same patterns. This is your own clothing, so you can embroider it however you want. The aunts and maids in the mansion basically all have different patterns."

"If the master finds it beautiful in the future, he might adopt it and let the embroiderers in the workshop learn to embroider it and sell it."

"Don't worry, once you adopt it, there will be a reward!"

When Qingwen heard that she had to wear the embroidered dress for the master to see after it was finished, she immediately became hesitant. However, the thought only flashed through her mind and she began to laugh at herself.

Qingwen, oh Qingwen, why don’t you learn your lesson?

Your face is all painted, and now you're an ugly monster. The servants can't even look at you. The master is surrounded by so many beautiful women, how could they be interested in you?
As the master's maid, if the master wants to see and touch you, you should just let him see and touch you obediently. It won't cost you a thing!

Qingwen smiled bitterly, picked up the clothes, nodded to Ying'er to express her gratitude, then went back to her room and began to think about how to make the embroidery more beautiful.

It was not to please the master, but purely to earn the reward money.

At this time, Qingwen no longer thought about those messy things, but only thought about how to make more money.

A few days later, Ying'er knew that Qingwen had finished embroidering the pattern, so she urged her to put on the costume so that the master and the aunt could appreciate it.

However, Qingwen ignored her kindness and went back to her room and put on her cheongsam and high heels.

When Ying'er took a look, she discovered that Qingwen had not only embroidered new patterns on it, but had also modified the cutting of it.

A small window was now opened at the original position of the chest, imitating the heart-shaped opening of the evening dress. A few strands of lace were covered on the outside, allowing the flesh inside to be faintly visible, which was extremely attractive.

There is also an oval hole on the back and under the ribs. It is not big, but big enough for reaching a hand in. It is also covered with lace.

When Ying'er saw this, her eyes immediately sparkled. She jumped over and circled around her for a while. Finally, she took her hand and said with a smile:
"You have made a bold change to this dress. The master will definitely like it!"

Having said that, he wanted to take her to see the master and aunt.

Qingwen was wearing high heels for the first time, so she couldn't run fast. She had to be pulled by her husband and walked carefully to the inner house, fearing that she would slip and fall. Xiangling was chatting and laughing with Xiuyan when she saw Ying'er pulling Qingwen in. Seeing her changed clothes, she also praised her for a few words. Finally, Xiangling pointed at Qingwen and ordered:
"Tonight, you and Ying'er will serve by the bed."

Qingwen blushed, but she no longer pretended to refuse and nodded in agreement.

At night, Qingwen wore a cheongsam and high heels, and entered the bedroom carrying a washbasin, towel and other things. She and Ying'er, who was wearing a concubine's dress, waited by the bed, and then... watched a good show.

Not to mention how Aunt Xiangling showed off all the beautiful and exquisite clothes in the mansion, just the vivid scenes of Master Zhan and Aunt Xiangling making love in bed made Qingwen blush and her limbs go weak.

When it comes to Mr. Zhan’s night talks in bed, he never fights alone, but always in a group.

When the battle was in full swing, Aunt Xiangling was defeated and called out from the bed, "Where is Ying'er?" Qingwen saw her good sister who had been eager to try kick off her high heels, threw herself onto the bed with a lustful face, and joined the battle.

Usually, Qingwen had only seen Ying'er's gentle and considerate side, but now she saw her good sister's wild side. Her actions were so bold and her voice was so loud that it was as if she had become a different person.

This scene made Qingwen's heart beat like a drum and she had difficulty breathing.

Is it her turn next?

If Ying'er was defeated, would she also shout "Where is Qingwen"? What would she do then?

Qingwen only felt her calves twitching and she wanted to turn around and run, but her high heels seemed to be nailed to the ground and didn't move at all.

Her brain was a little overloaded, and it was running as slow as an old computer, as slow as a snail. She had no idea how to deal with what might happen next.

After a long time, Mr. Zhan relaxed, lay down on the bed, waved his hand, and signaled Qingwen to come up and clean up.

Qingwen had already been frightened. When she saw the master calling her, she stepped forward timidly, soaked the towel that had been prepared in warm water, and began to help Aunt Xiangling clean.

Ying'er, who was standing by, saw that she was restrained and very reserved, so she rushed over with a smile, shouting:
"Good Qingwen, look, sister will give you something good!"

Qingwen was working with a red face, and was caught off guard and got her face covered with stains.

"what……"

Qingwen screamed and hurriedly reached out to wipe it, but Ying'er grabbed her hand and said playfully:
"Good Qingwen, this is a treasure. If you believe me, don't wipe it!"

Qingwen refused to believe it and thought Ying'er was playing a trick on her, but after hesitating for a moment, she bowed her head and accepted her fate.

Before, she was always dissatisfied and resentful about everything, which made everyone dislike her. But now, she has let it go. She obeys when she should, and bows her head when she should. It won't hurt her at all.

Now that the clouds had dispersed and the rain had stopped, Ying'er got up from the bed, put on her shoes, and left the bedroom with Qingwen to rest on the small bed in the outer room, leaving Master Zhan and Xiangling alone to sleep in each other's arms.

When Qingwen saw Ying'er come out, she didn't wash her face, but just wiped the sweat off her body, then lay down on the bed and began to sleep. After thinking for a while, she didn't wash off the mask on her face, and took off her clothes and went to sleep.

The stimulation tonight was too great. Qingwen had a hazy and confused dream all night and didn’t know what she dreamed about. Anyway, after waking up the next day, she quietly changed her underwear.

She hurried out to wash while Ying'er was still asleep. After washing and hanging up her clothes, she went to wash her face and brush her teeth.

As she was washing, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

I carefully touched my face several times and finally confirmed that the scar on my face had actually faded!
Qingwen still found it hard to believe, so she hurried into the room, found a mercury mirror, looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally confirmed that it was real!
She thought about it seriously and the only possibility was that the thing last night was really a treasure.

She hurried to find Ying'er again, pointed at the scar on her face and cried out, and Ying'er smiled and said:

"Don't doubt it, it's just what you think."

"I told you last night, that's a treasure. If it weren't for our close relationship as sisters, I wouldn't be willing to share it with you!"

"Even famous doctors in the outside world can't heal the scars on your face, but in our house, you can restore it to its original state by applying facial masks a few times."

At this point, Ying'er stopped smiling and warned sternly:

"This is a secret that only our family members know about. We are not allowed to leak it to outsiders, and we are certainly not allowed to use it to make money outside."

"understand?"

Qingwen nodded hastily and raised her finger to the sky to swear. Ying'er came over with a smile and whispered in her ear:
"The master's treasure is a holy product for beauty and healing. Not only can it restore your appearance when applied externally, but if taken orally, it can probably also heal your throat."

As soon as these words were spoken, Qingwen's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then she suddenly grabbed Ying'er's shoulders, with an excited expression and screaming "ah ah" non-stop.

"Be gentle, you're hurting me!"

Ying'er quickly stepped back and pulled herself out of Qingwen's grasp. She glanced at her unhappily and said with a frown:
"I told you this news, and this is how you repay me?"

Qingwen hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Hey, don't be like this, get up quickly."

Ying'er hurriedly helped her up and sighed:
"Forget it, forget it. We will all be under the same master in the future. We will have to serve the master together. I will create some opportunities for you."

Qingwen was filled with inexplicable gratitude. Looking at Ying'er, her eyes became red and her tears fell down as if they were worthless.

"Okay, the master and the others are about to wake up, let's go over and serve them first, and I'll teach you how to climb the master's bed later."

The two of them hurried to the bedside to serve, and after seeing off Master Zhan, Ying'er took Qingwen back to her residence and asked her with a smile:
"I told you before that you would climb into the master's bed sooner or later, but you didn't admit it then. Are you still being stubborn now?"

When Qingwen heard this, her face suddenly turned red, but she didn't dare to be pretentious at this time, so she could only shake her head.

"Then do you want to climb into the master's bed?"

Qingwen nodded shyly again, and Ying'er was satisfied. She took out all the sexy clothes and pointed at Qingwen and said:
"Pick one and put it on first, and I'll teach you how to climb into the master's bed."

Qingwen had had enough of this silent life and had come to terms with it. If she could go back to the past, she would be willing to pay any price.

It’s just climbing onto the master’s bed, no big deal!

Mr. Zhan is young, rich, and has a handsome appearance. Even compared to Baoyu... Ugh, don't mention that kind of stuff!

Compared with that kind of stuff, Mr. Zhan’s lustfulness is already an advantage!
After several days of hard study, Ying'er finally brought Qingwen to climb into the master's bed.

It was another night shift. After Qingwen dressed up carefully, she and Ying'er went to the bedroom again to watch the live broadcast.

Unlike last time, this time Qingwen stared at him intently without blinking, and even Xiangling noticed her eagerness.

So Xiangling waved to Qingwen, "Come here, Qingwen, if you want to see it, come closer."

Qingwen blushed, but she did not refuse. She stared at him intently, walked lightly to the bed, knelt down, and took deep breaths, letting the strong air pass through her nasal cavity and then soak into her lungs, making her body feel hot as well.

"Where is Ying'er?"

Ying'er responded crisply, pounced forward again, and joined the battle.

Qingwen stared with burning eyes, waiting for Ying'er to create an opportunity for her. Her previous nervousness and uneasiness had now turned into anticipation.

In full of anticipation, she finally saw Ying'er's disintegration and dying, and she also waited for those words -

"Where is Qingwen?"

Hearing this, Qingwen immediately stood up, kicked off her high heels, and rushed forward to rescue Ying'er first. Then, she used all the martial arts moves she had learned recently without holding back at all.

With the support of Ying'er and Qingwen, Xiangling quickly regrouped and came up to help, replacing Qingwen. Then the three heroes started fighting, taking turns to fight.

After fighting for a long time, the three women finally took advantage of their superior numbers and died together with the enemy general.

Master Zhan sighed deeply and sat down slowly. The three girls mustered their remaining courage to chase the enemy and immediately pounced on them, ready to chase and kill them, but they didn't know that Master Zhan had laid an ambush.

The three women were caught off guard and were all hit.

Qingwen was the most affected and the poison took effect the fastest. She felt her face flushed and her whole body was hot.

Seeing this, Ying'er gestured:

"As the saying goes, the one who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. Since there is such a poison, you might as well torture him and make him hand over the antidote."

After hearing this, Xiangling stood up with a smile and gave her seat to Qingwen.

Seeing the two girls looking at her with a smile, Qingwen blushed and pulled her messy clothes down again, then struggled to crawl in front of Master Zhan.

Master Zhan was now seriously injured and lying on the bed unable to move at all. He had no choice but to allow her to torture him, but he gritted his teeth and refused to hand over the antidote.

Xiangling saw it and said with a smile:

"Poisons can't harm you, which shows that most poisons have their own antidotes. Since he won't tell you, you might as well just eat it."

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Zhan finally couldn't bear it anymore and surrendered. He handed over the antidote and let Qingwen swallow it to detoxify herself. Only then did he declare a complete cessation of the war.

After Qingwen took the antidote, she tried to speak, but only heard a hoarse voice coming out of her mouth.

"I...I can speak now?"

"I can speak now!"

After Qingwen said a few words, she fell to her knees and burst into tears.

Xiangling and Ying'er both knew her suffering, and knew where her suffering came from and who caused it, so they glared at their master fiercely and came forward to comfort her.

"Alright, alright, the past is in the past, don't think about it anymore. The good days ahead are just beginning, so just wait and enjoy them."

"Don't worry about your voice. I'll squeeze out the antidote a few more times and your voice will definitely be restored to its original state."

"As for the calluses and rough skin on your body, don't worry. After a few uses, your skin will be rejuvenated and even better than before."

After being comforted by the two girls, Qingwen finally burst into laughter. She stood up and knelt before Master Zhan again, saying respectfully:
"Master, you have given me a new life. Qingwen will never forget this. I have no way to repay you. I am willing to serve you forever, my humble self."

MMP, I revised it several times and deleted more than 1200 words before it was approved. I would also like to add that the review deleted another or words.

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