Qingchuan's Daily Life of Salted Fish

Dong E's Mingxi opened her eyes and arrived at the fourth master's backyard. Does it matter whether he is fighting for the rightful son in Kowloon or fighting for favor in the backyard? She only cares about whether today's bird's nest is stewed enough. In the flower hall, Fu Jin cried and complained that she had taken Xingong's Shu brocade. Mingxi didn't even bother to raise her eyelids: "Sister, what you said is wrong. It's clearly the material that complements my complexion." He turned around and asked the maid to mix milk and honey to make a facial mask. The fourth master visited her late at night and saw her wrapped in mink fur and counting the banknotes. "Sir, the account book is in the third box on the left. I won't send it to you if you go slowly." Later, things changed in the Forbidden City. On the night when the new emperor ascended the throne, the fourth master pinched her cheek and sneered: "My beloved concubine, a wealthy and idle person, deserves to be more comfortable than me."