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Miaoyin gave her name to the servant at the door and was then respectfully led into Ruan Xianrong's courtyard.

"Miss Ruan, I've come to see you."

She stood blankly in the courtyard, carrying a food box in her hand, her eyes darting around.

Ruan Xianrong warmly welcomed them, saying, "Please come and sit down."

He instructed Yinque to serve tea and brought out the fruits and melons sent from the estate. The two sat down in the waterside pavilion.

"I brought some snacks for Miss Ruan to try."

"You can also bake pastries?"

Miaoyin nodded shyly: "I learned some before, but I didn't do it very well. Please don't mind, Miss Ruan."

Take out two plates of pastries: one plate of snowflake crisps and one plate of jujube and chestnut cakes.

"Last time I noticed that the girl liked to eat chestnuts and dates, so I made some."

Ruan Xianrong took a bite, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Delicious!"

"Is this considered not very good?"

"Your snowflake crisps are even better than those from confectionery shops in Kyoto! You're amazing!"

The snowflake crisps she used to eat were quite good, but compared to this, they paled in comparison.

"Myo-on, if you opened a confectionery shop in Kyoto, you would definitely make money."

Miaoyin was initially worried that she wouldn't like it and that her work wouldn't be presentable. Miss Ruan had been born into a privileged family and had seen all sorts of fine things. What she made wasn't particularly good either.

But Miss Ruan liked it and even praised her cooking. I was overjoyed and said, "If Miss Ruan likes it, I will cook for you often in the future."

"Okay!" She took a bite of the jujube and chestnut cake and nodded vigorously.

Oh my god, how can there be such a beautiful, kind-hearted, and skilled fairy?

"Try the fruit I grow, it's very sweet."

Miaoyin was taken aback. "You know how to farm, young lady?"

Forgive her for being unsophisticated; a noble lady from a wealthy family doesn't farm.

Is this the kind of farming she understands?

I've heard that daughters from powerful and wealthy families all have delicate hands and never lift a finger, not even to serve tea or water.

She thought she had misheard, but then she saw Ruan Xianrong nod: "I guess so."

Although she didn't have many opportunities to actually farm, she still possessed the skill. She had been prepared since she transmigrated into the book; as long as she knew how to farm, she could survive anywhere.

Yinque suppressed a laugh, but felt utterly helpless.

The girl first started farming when she was twelve years old.

She insisted on visiting Zhuangzi after she got the idea, but in the short time she went to pour tea, he disappeared.

She was so frightened that she thought she had lost someone, and the lady was so frightened that she fainted. The whole village was mobilized to search for her.

When they found him, the little boy of twelve was wielding a hoe and digging in the ground, getting himself covered in dirt.

The lady had just woken up when she saw this scene and her legs went weak again. She kept calling him "little ancestor" and quickly pulled him back.

After that, the girl would sneak off to the estate to farm whenever she had a spare moment. When there was really no other way, the lady forbade her from going out.

They weren't allowed to leave their homes, so they started planting crops and raising chickens and ducks at home.

There was no other way; being on the estate was better than being in the manor, so we just let her be.

Not only that, he used to always say that farming could save his life.

However, the household kept this matter a secret, since it was not a good thing to talk about the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family farming at home.

Miaoyin took a bite of the fruit; it was sweet, delicious, and juicy—definitely better than the ones at the Prince's mansion. She couldn't help but look at her with admiration.

Miss Ruan always says she's amazing, but Miss Ruan is the truly amazing one; she can even farm.

She's hopeless; everything she plants dies, she can't even keep flowers alive.

"Miss Ruan, could you tell me about farming? I'd like to learn."

Ruan Xianrong got really excited. As a member of the Chinese nation, she couldn't let a piece of land be left empty. When she was a child in the countryside, she always helped her family farm.

"Let me tell you, the key to this kind of land is..."

"What are you saying? I want to hear it too!" Ruan Zhaolin walked across the corridor and rushed in.

"Brother, you've come at the perfect time! Miaoyin made some pastries, they're delicious, would you like to try some?"

Ruan Zhaolin didn't like sweets, so he only took one bite and put it down.

After Ruan Zhaolin arrived, Miaoyin became less talkative, sitting next to her and only responding when asked.

Ruan Xianrong felt somewhat helpless as she watched her elder brother forcing conversation when he had nothing to say.

She thought he didn't like her when she asked him yesterday, so what's he doing here today? He keeps trying to talk to her.

"Brother, shouldn't you go back to the Imperial Academy?"

"No rush."

"You're not going to prepare for the top score in the exam anymore?"

"Why wouldn't I take the test? I promised you, and I'll definitely keep my word."

Ruan Zhaolin felt a little uneasy under his sister's gaze. "Oh dear, I haven't neglected my studies. I'll definitely get you the top score in the exam next year."

Miaoyin kept moving closer to her, but Ruan Xianrong started to shoo her away: "Miaoyin and I still have some things to talk about. Big brother, you should go back to your studies soon."

After saying that, he pulled her back into the house, saying, "Miaoyin, let's go inside and talk."

"Please don't take offense, my older brother is actually a very good person, not a bad one, so don't be afraid."

Miaoyin nodded, her almond-shaped eyes round and bright, her smile sparkling with tears. "Yes, I believe you, young lady."

After entering the house, we sat down in the main room. The east room had a table, writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, which served as a small study.

She didn't like going to the study in the mansion, so she set one up here and often practiced calligraphy.

She can't write calligraphy, even though she's been learning since elementary school, she still can't shake off her modern handwriting habits.

She can only recognize the characters now, so she doesn't want to practice anymore. When she was studying at the Eastern Palace, besides Xie Chengyan, Xie Chengli and Gu Xingzhi also tried to teach her to write, but they couldn't teach her.

Even Xie Chengyan eventually gave up, which shows how difficult she is to teach.

She doesn't usually come to this place.

Miaoyin tugged at her sleeve, "What does Miss Ruan like? You can write it down and I'll make it for you when I get back."

"Won't it be too tiring? You'll still have to take care of Prince Yong when you get back."

Miaoyin smiled and shook her head: "It's alright. His Highness Prince Yong is a very nice person. He doesn't really need me to serve him. The people in the manor don't want to live in the manor for nothing, so they all compete to take care of him. It's not my turn."

In the mansion, there are servants who play chess with His Highness, compose poems with His Highness, and serve him tea and water.

The reason she was able to leave the manor with him was because His Highness was easy to talk to; as long as she asked him, he would agree to anything that wasn't unreasonable.

"His Highness Prince Yong is easygoing and has no airs whatsoever as a prince. He also doesn't like having anyone serving him. I'm not busy."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Xianrong actually wrote a few.

She's not pretentious; she naturally can't refuse delicious food.

Miaoyin stared at her handwriting for a long time, making her a little embarrassed. "Please bear with it, my handwriting isn't very good."

Miaoyin shook her head: "Although I am illiterate, in our area, being able to write is already a rare achievement. I have seen other people write, but none of them are as good as you, Miss."

That's incredibly biased. Her handwriting is probably the worst among all the noble ladies in Kyoto.

Thinking of this, a brilliant idea struck me: "You can't read, I'll teach you from now on."