The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

After returning to the Luo residence, Vice Minister Luo gave his wife a death order.

"Go to Qinghe County immediately and apologize in any way you can, whether it's kneeling down or playing the victim, you must win back your granddaughter's heart."

"Master, I am the elder, how can I lower myself to beg a junior? The girl should be the one begging us."

Minister Luo was preoccupied with the future of the Luo family and felt that his wife's personal honor or disgrace was of no importance.

He roared, "Fine, very well. If you don't want to go, you don't need to continue being the wife of a vice minister. I'll write a letter of divorce right now."

This was the first time Luo Mingfang had seen her grandfather so angry. She originally wanted to go forward and comfort her grandmother, but after thinking about it, she was a little scared and afraid of being caught in the crossfire, so she didn't dare to go forward.

Vice Minister Luo was truly angry.

The servants of the Marquis of Guiping's residence actually said that no one, not even dogs, was allowed inside the Luo residence; this was an utter disgrace.

Therefore, we must appease that granddaughter and get her to plead with the Marquis of Guiping's family on his behalf.

Once the relationship with Qinghe County is handled well, and that girl marries the young master Gong, the Luo family and the Guiping Marquis's mansion will become normal in-laws, and others will treat him with respect from then on.

After venting his anger, Vice Minister Luo went straight back to his study and had his servants set out quilts and pillows there, preparing to sleep in the study.

As night deepened, Madam Luo gazed at the ornate furnishings in the room, feeling a deep sense of reluctance.

I couldn't bear to leave the hustle and bustle of the capital, but I didn't want to go to a remote small county town.

There are more than a dozen vice ministers in the six government offices in the capital, and all of their wives live in the capital. Why should she, as the wife of a vice minister, have to travel a long distance to a remote county town to suffer?

A light spring rain was falling outside.

Old Madam Luo stood sadly by the window, her white hair disheveled by the wind.

The cold wind, carrying rain, drenched her, making her shiver.

The weather is cold, but people's hearts are even colder.

The old man actually wants to divorce his wife of decades just for a granddaughter who grew up in the countryside! He has absolutely no regard for their relationship.

The culprit behind all of this is that wild girl from Qinghe County. If it weren't for that wild girl, everything would be just as good as before.

Madam Fan advised, "Madam, it's cold by the window, please come inside."

Her concern for the old lady wasn't out of loyalty, but rather because she felt that if the old lady fell ill, she, as her caregiver, would be the one who would suffer the most.

Madam Luo shook her head and remained standing in the same spot, letting the wind and rain lash her. She thought to herself that if she really caught a cold from the wind, she might not be able to set off tomorrow.

"Have someone come in and pack up their things."

"Yes, madam."

Despite her reluctance, Madam Luo set off with her entourage at daybreak.

After all, at her age, if she were divorced, she would have no way to survive.

Springtime brings a lot of rain, and the rain continued throughout the day, even heavier than last night.

Madam Fan rode in the same car as Madam Luo. She leaned against the window to shield the old lady from the wind and rain, and her body caught a chill, so she started coughing.

"Cough cough cough—"

He was beaten in Qinghe County last time, and his body hasn't fully recovered yet. Now he's been exposed to wind and rain, so naturally he can't take it.

Madam Fan took out a handkerchief to wipe her nose and said proactively, "Don't worry, Madam, this old servant is fine."

But in fact, the old lady was staring out the window the whole time and didn't notice that Mrs. Fan was coughing.

As soon as Madam Luo's carriage left the city, it encountered a caravan from the royal merchant family, the Wang family.

The caravan was large, with more than seventy people, and I heard they were also heading to Qinghe County.

Madam Luo thought it would be safer to travel with the caravan, since Vice Minister Luo had only assigned eight servants to accompany her, and it would certainly be unsafe if they encountered bandits or the like.

"Mother Fan, could you ask the Wang family's caravan if we could travel with them?"

Madam Luo was confident that she could travel with the Wang family's caravan.

Although the Wang family were imperial merchants, none of them held official positions. They would certainly give her some face since she was the wife of a vice minister.

As a result, Fan's mother returned quickly, looking rather pale, and her cough had worsened.

"Ahem, ahem—Madam, this caravan belongs to Wang Qian, the future head of the Wang family. He is the third son in the Wang family."

"Cough cough cough—He said he and Miss Su were close friends, and since we had severed ties with Miss Su, we were strangers to him, and he didn't want to travel with us."

After saying that, he coughed violently again, his face turning blue, as if he was about to cough up his lungs.

Madam Luo was so angry she almost wrung out the handkerchief in her hand. Her good granddaughter was truly capable; she wasn't even in the capital, yet she had already won over the future head of the royal merchant Wang family. Her methods were truly formidable.

But no matter how powerful she is, it's useless. When she sees her as an elder, she will definitely have to bow her head.

The Great Qi Dynasty governs the world with filial piety. If that girl dares to be unfilial, we will report her to the authorities.

At that time, no matter which county magistrate it is, he will definitely give the Vice Minister's Mansion some face.

Madam Luo flung down the heavy, dark blue carriage curtain, her voice firm and resolute, "If it's alright, then we'll proceed on our own."

Because the Luo family didn't have much liquid capital, Old Madam Luo didn't bring much money with her on this trip, and her food and lodging were far worse than when she was at the Luo family's residence.

I suffered a lot along the way.

Qinghe County.

Su Qianqian rode a large white tiger across the fields, her long black hair flying in the wind.

Springtime is as beautiful as a painting.

The grass and trees sprouted tender green shoots, and everywhere was full of vitality.

Spring is in full bloom, and all things are coming back to life.

The master painter never left Qinghe County.

Throughout his life, he traveled the world and painted all the beautiful scenery. Qinghe County was the place where he stayed the longest.

One reason is that I want to discuss painting techniques with Su Qianqian.

Secondly, because Gu's Restaurant is so delicious.

The Jin Yu Man Tang Inn, run by Miss Su, has a very nice environment, so even the old master painter was reluctant to leave.

At this moment, the master painter is sitting on the grass, wielding his brush.

Wang Changxu felt extremely fortunate to be able to witness the painting master creating a work of art.

Following Miss Su was indeed a very wise choice; it was much more comfortable than staying by the side of the Prince of Huainan.

Being with Miss Su made me feel especially relaxed, because Miss Su is a very emotionally stable person.

Unlike when I was with the King of Huainan, I was constantly worried about angering him and being executed.

Moreover, having eaten at Gu's Restaurant so many times, he was reluctant to leave Qinghe County and never wanted to go back to the days when he was filled with anxiety and fear.

The master painter Ouyang spent the full time of three incense sticks burning to depict Su Qianqian riding a tiger with majestic grandeur.

The painting captures the majestic aura of the tiger, the king of beasts, and also portrays Su Qianqian's heroic and spirited demeanor.

Mr. Ouyang still decided to give the painting to Su Qianqian for free.

"Miss Su, this painting is for you. The spring planting scene you painted the other day was very nice; may I have it too?"

Su Qianqian naturally agreed: "Okay, deal."

The paintings of the Sage of Painting are priceless, and this wasn't the first time Su Qianqian had done something like exchanging paintings for a huge bargain.

The happiest person was not the Painting Master or Su Qianqian, but the Military Advisor Zhang standing to the side.

Strategist Zhang counted on his fingers; this was already the fifth time the Painting Master had sent a painting to Miss Su.

The paintings of the master painter were so rare that even the royal family found them difficult to obtain.

The reason is that the old master painter has such an eccentric temperament: if he likes you, he will give you the painting for free; if he doesn't like you, he won't sell it even if you offer an exorbitant price.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to obtain a work by a master painter, but Miss Su has five masterpieces by a master painter. If word gets out, she will be the envy of everyone.

When Miss Su marries into the Guiping Marquis's mansion and displays her dowry, if she takes out several masterpieces by the Sage of Painting, won't the people of the capital be astonished?

The strategist Zhang felt very proud just thinking about it; his general was destined to be famous for all time.

Wang Qian, the son of the wealthy merchant Wang Baiwan, once again came to Qinghe County.

He discovered that Qinghe County has undergone significant changes again.

At the city gates and in several other places in the city where people gathered, notices were posted announcing the weather forecast for the next three days.

The onlookers were discussing it, saying that the weather forecast was quite accurate.

Wang Qian thought it was quite unique; even in Beijing, no one had done this.

If rain is forecast, you can bring an umbrella in advance when you go out.

Moreover, knowing the weather in advance is more beneficial for farmers to cultivate the land.

I heard that the strategist Wang Changxu, who recently surrendered to the Great Qi, is skilled at predicting the weather. Miss Su is making the best use of him.

Wang Qian believes that this kind of good thing can be promoted nationwide, but people who can accurately predict the weather are rare.

Aside from the man beside Miss Su, it's estimated that only Master Tianyuan of the White Horse Temple in the capital has this ability.