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

In Beijing, people eat dinner late, usually after dark.

The charity sale at Gu Ji Teahouse was still going on around dinner time, and it was very lively.

The entrance to Gu's Teahouse at night is truly the most beautiful sight in Beijing.

Strings of lanterns of various colors were hung outside, numbering in the hundreds.

The trees outside the door were also covered with lanterns.

Some of the lanterns are even colorful glass lanterns.

Swaying gently in the wind, they dance gracefully, like fireworks, shimmering and dazzling, a truly breathtaking sight.

Vivian Hsu said to the crowd outside the door, "I'm sorry everyone, the seats inside are full. Please find another place."

Many of the noble families who arrived later were already unable to get in.

Because the place was already packed with people, Su Qianqian was worried that adding more people would pose a safety hazard, so she stopped letting anyone in. Now it's only allowing people to leave, not enter.

That's just how people are; the more they're forbidden from entering, the more they want to go in.

Some people sought help from Xu Ruoxuan, while others sought help from Old Madam Qin.

"Madam Qin, this charity sale is being organized by the Qin family. Could you please do us a favor and let us in?"

Standing at the gate, looking at the women outside with pleading expressions, Old Madam Qin was overjoyed.

Serves her right! She sent out all the servants of the Qin family early in the morning to deliver messages, but none of them came.

They've probably all come to see what's going on because they heard that Miss Su's elm seed steamed buns fetched an astronomical price. Too bad they're too late! The place is already overflowing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's no use begging me. I don't know magic and can't expand the space inside. Although the charity sale is hosted by our Qin family, the venue is provided free of charge by Miss Su. Whether or not people can enter is entirely up to Miss Su."

Seeing that they couldn't get in, the ladies and young women stayed outside the gate to enjoy the night view.

They rarely go out, and even when they do, it's during the day. Going out at night is almost impossible, so today is an exception.

It was also the first time they had ever seen the night view of Gu's Tea House, and it was truly beautiful.

No wonder Gu's Tea House is so popular; with such a beautiful view, it's hard not to be attracted.

The Prime Minister's residence was also bustling with activity at this time.

Feng Yuanxi, Feng Xiaoshuang, and the others all went to Gu's Teahouse to watch the excitement.

Only Prime Minister Feng and his wife sat facing each other at the table to eat.

Their dinner was simple: a bamboo basket of elm seed steamed buns, and a ceramic bowl of vegetable and egg drop soup.

Prime Minister Feng couldn't stop eating.

If you choke on your food, just drink some soup to soothe it.

After finishing one basket of steamed buns, Prime Minister Feng wanted to get another basket of cornbread, but his wife stopped him.

"Master, how can you be so childish! You can't eat anymore, or you'll burst your stomach."

Prime Minister Feng put on a pitiful expression, "Madam, there are more than four hundred cornbread buns. We should eat them quickly so they don't spoil."

The Prime Minister's wife reassured Prime Minister Feng, saying, "Don't worry, it's not summer yet, so the cornbread can be stored for several days. If it really can't be stored any longer, I'll have the servants dry the cornbread in the sun. You'll have plenty to eat."

As Prime Minister Feng watched the maid remove the bamboo basket filled with elm seed buns, he felt a deep emptiness in his heart.

It's a pity his leg hasn't healed yet, so he's at the mercy of others; otherwise, he would have rushed to the kitchen to eat by himself.

Just then, Steward Chen returned from outside.

"Prime Minister, Madam, the last two steamed buns sold for a thousand taels each, and there was a lot of fighting and scrambling for them. Even if we add a few thousand more steamed buns, it probably won't be enough to sell them all."

Prime Minister Feng was delighted to hear this, feeling he had gotten a great deal. His wife had only spent fifty taels each to buy the cornbread, saving a huge amount of money.

It's really strange, though, how come that thing has been sold for a thousand taels of silver each?

Putting himself in the other's shoes, Prime Minister Feng felt that he was only willing to pay a maximum of one hundred taels, and he would absolutely not buy it for more than one hundred taels.

Prime Minister Feng asked Steward Chen curiously, "Why were they willing to spend so much money to buy it?"

Manager Chen explained, "They're all spreading the word that eating the cornbread made by Miss Su herself will bring you her good fortune."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"What a load of rubbish! That girl must have hired someone to promote herself. Otherwise, how could she have successfully fooled some sucker willing to pay? Look at me, I've eaten so much, and I haven't gotten any good luck at all."

The Prime Minister's wife was speechless at her husband's behavior.

This old man is a classic example of someone who curses the mother as soon as he puts down the bowl.

You just finished eating the steamed buns made by Miss Su, and you're already criticizing her? If you're so capable, why don't you refuse to eat them tomorrow?

We were the ones begging Miss Su to buy the cornbread, not the other way around. Can't you have a little decency?

The Prime Minister's wife has decided that she will never help buy elm seed steamed buns again.

Just then, the gatekeeper rushed over.

"My lord, this is great news! His Majesty has personally inscribed the plaque for 'A Family of Benevolence and Kindness' and sent it over."

Manager Chen suddenly realized, "The Prime Minister ate the cornbread made by Miss Su and indeed received good fortune. It seems that Miss Su is indeed a lucky star."

Prime Minister Feng was overjoyed. With the "Benevolent Family" plaque bestowed by His Majesty, who would dare to criticize him for being heartless and cold-blooded?

However, he did not acknowledge that this was due to Miss Su.

"It's just a coincidence."

The Prime Minister's wife was speechless: "Coincidence? My lord, you served as Prime Minister for over twenty years and never received an imperial plaque, but now, after eating Miss Su's cornbread, you have one. You call that a coincidence?"

Emperor Qi Jing, in the Imperial Study of the Palace, never stopped smiling.

"Eunuch Fu, I have misunderstood Prime Minister Feng. I never expected that Prime Minister Feng would be so generous as to donate more than 20,000 taels of silver for this charity sale. It seems that Prime Minister Feng is still very kind."

"Prime Minister Feng has a sharp tongue but a soft heart; he may be ruthless in his words, but he is very kind at heart."

Eunuch Fu nodded: "Your Majesty is right."

Fu Gonggong had received quite a few bribes from Prime Minister Feng, and had a fairly good impression of him.

"Is it too meager to only reward him with a plaque? Once Prime Minister Feng's leg injury has healed, I must treat him with more kindness and not scold him in public so often anymore."

Emperor Qi Jing's main problem was that he had never tasted the elm seed steamed buns made by Miss Su; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought Prime Minister Feng was so kind and virtuous.

Once you've tasted it, you'll definitely feel that fifty taels isn't enough to make a profit.

Previously, the Duchess of Anguo received some steamed buns from Su Qianqian and originally planned to send some to the palace, but the Duke of Anguo said that steamed buns were not presentable.

As a result, after tasting it himself, Duke Anguo finished the whole cornbread in one go.

It's a pity that the cornbread was made so small, one bite at a time, that it wasn't nearly enough to eat.

The guards who had been monitoring the charity sale outside the palace returned and reported: "Your Majesty, the price of the steamed buns reached one thousand taels each. In the end, two were snatched up by Minister Liu of the Ministry of Personnel and another young master of the Murong family, and they almost came to blows."

Emperor Qi Jing: Huh, it's actually selling for a thousand taels? It seems Prime Minister Feng got a great deal at fifty taels each.

It seems there's no need to write a plaque for the Prime Minister's residence. It's a pity the plaque has already been sent; sending someone to retrieve it would look rather awkward.

It was already dark outside, otherwise Emperor Qi Jing would have really wanted to go to the charity sale site to see what was so special.

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At the charity sale, many women were attracted by the extraordinary demeanor of the young master Murong.

As expected of the future head of the Murong family, the most prestigious of the five great families, he is completely different from the cold-hearted Prince Gong. This young master of the Murong family is gentle and refined, and his smile is just right.

It makes people want to get close to it.

Who would have thought that such a distinguished guest, whom even the emperor couldn't invite, would actually come to participate in the charity sale to raise funds?

Murong Changyu lowered his head and took a bite of the steamed bun.

As the young master of one of the five great families, he had been pampered since childhood and had seen all kinds of good things, but he was still conquered by elm seed steamed buns.

I feel that this steamed bun is just as amazing as that little girl.

He recalled the little girl riding a big white tiger to save him, her expression particularly aloof.

His chin was slightly raised, and his eyes were disdainful.

In Murong Changyu's opinion, other people's aloofness was just pretentious, but when it came to Miss Su, it seemed quite special, showing her to be genuine and straightforward.

Ever since Miss Su saved him, he has dreamed countless times of the way she looked at him.

Murong Changyu looked at Su Qianqian, who was standing in the corner.

Although the lobby was very crowded, he was able to spot Miss Su in the crowd at a glance.

The lamps in the lobby reflected an unusual brilliance in Miss Su's eyes, so dazzling that it was hard to look away.

Murong Changyu really wanted to go over and say a few words to Miss Su, but he felt that Miss Su might not even remember saving him.