Li Xia is the eldest maid in the prime minister's house. She has the highest monthly salary in the whole house and is in charge of hundreds of people. She has no other hobbies, she just loves money as much as her life and likes to save money. She always thinks that when she can leave the house one day, she will own some land and find a young man who is better looking than Pan An to marry. If this young man is good enough, she wouldn't mind raising him.
She kept working hard towards her goal, until one rainy day, she picked up an injured beggar. She kindly kept the little beggar and gave him food to eat. As a result, the little beggar always caused trouble when he stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion. He never followed the rules and had a wild temper. He acted like a wolf cub to everyone, but he was very cute towards Li Xia. Every time Li Xia wanted to reprimand him, she would not be able to get angry anymore when she met his pitiful eyes, looked at his face that was full of anger, and heard him call her sister.
Not long after, it was spread in the Prime Minister's Mansion that the little beggar had climbed up to the high branch of Lixia and treated people with sex in exchange for monthly money. Rikka was so angry that she stamped her feet, but she couldn't stop others from talking. The little beggar said, sister, everyone else has said it, why not just leave it like this? Lixia looked at his pretty face and clothes soaked by the rain, but she didn't resist the temptation of the wolf cub.
The two agreed that every month she would give him one tael of silver from her monthly money. After spending the night together, she watched her young husband biting the money quietly with his teeth, thinking that she would work hard in the future and try to give him more money.
One day later, when the new emperor ascended the throne, she looked at her adopted young husband, sitting on a large sedan chair carried by sixteen people, wearing yellow satin and a jade crown on his head. Behind her came the sound of everyone shouting long live. Everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion was kneeling on the ground. She wanted to kneel down in a hurry. Her little husband raised the corners of his mouth, got off the sedan and raised his hand to stop her. His black eyes flashed with light, and he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Sister, I am no longer what I used to be."
She felt lost and sad, feeling that he would never silence her because of their past friendship, but from now on, the two would never meet again.
But I heard him say: "This will cost more."