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The gatekeeper said that Yunxiu had not returned yet, and Yunjin nodded and walked towards Qingshui Garden.

Upon entering the room, one would see Chu Wanqing sitting on the couch in the warm pavilion, her complexion not looking good.

Seeing her enter, Chu Wanqing quickly composed herself, gestured for her to sit down, and asked softly, "How was your trip to the First Prince's residence today? How is the First Prince's Consort?"

Yun Jin sat down, took a sip of tea, and briefly recounted the events at the First Prince's residence.

Upon hearing that Zheng Yu had been divorced and returned to her residence, Chu Wanqing remained silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "She brought it all on herself. A perfectly good concubine of a prince, she had to bring herself to such a state. It's just a pity for that child."

Yun Jin shook her head and said, "I think it might not be a bad thing for that child to leave Zheng Yu. With a mother like that, being influenced by her all the time, it would be a real worry for him when he grows up."

Chu Wanqing thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That makes sense."

Then he asked about the opening of Lanqi Medicinal Cuisine Restaurant.

Yun Jin briefly explained, and Chu Wanqing listened and said with a faint smile, "Your cousin has been doing business in the capital for many years, he's seen it all. He has his reasons for doing things. You don't need to worry about him."

Yun Jin responded, her gaze falling on Chu Wanqing's face. Suddenly, she said, "Mother, you don't look well. Has something happened?"

Chu Wanqing frowned and said, "It's all because of the old lady. She's urging me to prepare a dowry for Yunxiu again. It's always the same old story: that a shabby dowry would be a disgrace to the Yun family, and that she's the eldest daughter of the Yun family and can't be laughed at."

As she spoke, she snorted coldly, "The old lady still thinks my dowry can't possibly be gone."

Yun Jin chuckled lightly, a hint of coldness rising in her eyes: "She's certainly in a hurry, but little does she know that Yun Xiu isn't her biological granddaughter."

She paused, leaned closer to Chu Wanqing, and whispered, "Mother, why don't you agree to her request first? She wants you to prepare a dowry, so just agree. It'll only delay things a bit, and it'll keep her occupied for now, so she won't bother you every day."

Chu Wanqing paused slightly, looked at Yun Jin, and hesitated before asking, "Have you come up with a solution?"

That day, Yun Jin only said that she had a way, but only gave a general idea. She didn't explain in detail how to implement it, so she is still completely confused.

Yun Jin didn't answer immediately, but instead called out towards the door, "Dongxue."

Dongxue entered in response, and Yunjin whispered, "Go and call Ziling and Bailing, and also invite Aunts Qinghe, Bitao, and Cuizhu in. Tell them I have some old matters to ask you about."

Winter Snow went to carry out her orders.

Yun Jin then turned to Chu Wanqing and lowered her voice, saying, "Mother, Ayan has been trying to find the midwife who delivered you back then, but there's still no news. We don't even know if she's still alive. So, I'm thinking of... creating one myself."

Chu Wanqing was taken aback, then understood, but frowned and said worriedly, "But what if the imitation isn't convincing and someone exposes it on the spot? That would put us in an even more passive position."

Yun Jin smiled slightly and gently patted the back of her hand: "Don't worry, Mother, you'll find out soon enough."

Before long, several head maids, including Qinghe, Bitao, and Cuizhu, came in, followed by Ziling and Bailing.

Yun Jin asked them to sit down and then told Dong Xue to go out and keep watch. Only then did she speak, "I invited you all here today to ask if you remember what the midwife who delivered me back then looked like, what her accent was, and approximately how old she was?"

Qinghe and Bitao exchanged a glance and began to recall the events.

Bitao said first, "The midwife's surname was Feng. She was about forty years old at the time. She was not tall, but plump. She had a few pockmarks on her face and a mole on her chin. She spoke with a slight northern accent, but it wasn't very strong."

Qinghe nodded and added, "She walks with her toes slightly turned out, and her left leg seems a bit weak, but she was very nimble during the delivery. That night, the old lady sent Granny Wang to deliver food, and it was Granny Wang who received the food box."

As Yun Jin listened, she took out a charcoal pencil, spread out a sheet of white paper, and began to draw according to their descriptions.

Several maids stood around her, watching her paint and offering their comments.

After several revisions, a woman's face gradually emerged on the paper: a round, slightly plump face, slender eyebrows and eyes, a slightly downturned mouth, and a conspicuous mole on her chin.

Yun Jin examined the portrait for a moment, then handed it to Bai Ling and asked, "If I were to use this portrait to disguise Zi Ling, could you achieve a seven or eight tenths resemblance?"

Bai Ling took the portrait and examined it carefully for a while, then nodded and said, "It's acceptable. However, fifteen years have passed now, so this old woman should look older than she appears in the portrait. I need to add more lines around her eyes and mouth, and dye her sideburns to make it more lifelike."

Yun Jin nodded, then looked at Zi Ling and said, "Zi Ling, could you try to imitate the northern accent? Let the aunts hear which one sounds the most like it."

Zi Ling thought for a moment, cleared her throat, and tried speaking a few words in different accents from the north. When she mentioned one of them, Qing He and the others' eyes lit up, and they all said, "Yes, yes, that's the taste."

Zi Ling deliberately lowered her voice and repeated it in a more aged tone. Qing He and the others couldn't help but say, "It's so similar, so very similar. If you didn't know better, you would really think it was Granny Feng."

Bai Ling seized the opportunity, retrieved her disguise kit, and immediately applied makeup to Zi Ling.

She first mixed foundation to make Zi Ling's face rounder, then added freckles, drew wrinkles, and stuck a mole on her chin. Finally, she wrapped her hair tightly with a dark brown headscarf.

When they turned around again, not only were Qinghe and Bitao stunned, but even Chu Wanqing was taken aback.

Bitao's eyes widened, and she said in a trembling voice, "This...this is too similar. If I didn't know it was Ziling in disguise, I would have thought it was Granny Feng standing in front of me again."

Chu Wanqing couldn't help but stand up, circle around Ziling, and then have her say a few words in the accent of Granny Feng.

After Ziling learned what she had learned, Chu Wanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down on the couch.

Yun Jin had Zi Ling remove her makeup and repeatedly instructed everyone to keep it a secret before letting them disperse.

Once only the mother and daughter were left in the room, Chu Wanqing solemnly said, "Jin'er, do as you said. If we really can't find the midwife, let Ziling dress up as her."

Yun Jin nodded and said, "Mother, don't worry. This is just our trump card. If the midwife is still alive, that would be the best outcome. After all, she was the one who handled the delivery back then, and she probably knows a lot of inside information that we don't."

Chu Wanqing nodded and said, "Alright, then when the old lady comes to me again, I'll agree to it first. Let's keep her calm for now, since we won't need all this dowry anyway."

Yun Jin smiled and said, "Yes, we will give Yun Xiu a big gift then."