After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 867 - 863: Good Karma

Princess Fuqing seemed on the verge of tears, yet was cautious, truly eliciting both pity and resentment.

Of course, Su Jin believed that this was because Princess Jiuling had fallen off a cliff for her sake.

If that hadn’t happened, she would never be like this at this moment.

Su Jin did not like her, neither before nor now.

For so many days, the court had been secretly sending people to search, and even if she had reached the Zhao family half a month ago, she should have known that everyone was looking for her.

So, if she’s so eager to know about Princess Jiuling’s situation, why not return to the Capital?

Su Jin chuckled, "Is Princess Fuqing regretting her cooperation with the assassins?"

Mrs. Zhao was dumbfounded upon hearing this.

Although the Zhao family was a bit far from the Capital City, they were aware of the news that Princess Jiuling and Nanliang’s Princess Fuqing had been kidnapped by assassins and had nearly died falling off a cliff.

Now the Princess Consort Zhenbei was saying that Princess Fuqing collaborated with the assassins...

Mrs. Zhao quickly understood what was going on.

No wonder they said they were looking for someone unpleasant.

The Zhao family had unknowingly taken her in.

Princess Fuqing panicked; she hadn’t expected anyone to find out about this.

Ever since Princess Jiuling fell off the cliff, she had been regretting being used by the assassins, which led to the death of her own royal concubine mother and trapped herself in a dilemma.

The more eager she was to know about Princess Jiuling’s situation, the less Su Jin would tell her.

Su Jin invited Mrs. Zhao inside for tea and asked how Princess Fuqing came to the Zhao family.

Mrs. Zhao was very forthcoming and spoke without reserve.

This matter began when Young Master Zhao fell off his horse and broke his leg.

The Zhao family had always been known for good deeds, and after Young Master Zhao broke his leg, they were even more committed to virtue, hoping for his quick recovery.

Half a month ago, when Young Master Zhao went to the temple to offer incense, the Zhao family distributed porridge.

Princess Fuqing followed the beggars to receive buns.

Just as Princess Jiuling dreamed, Princess Fuqing was knocked down and her hand was injured from being stepped on.

Young Master Zhao witnessed this scene.

He ordered the maid to help Princess Fuqing up and to give her a few meat buns.

Princess Fuqing held the meat buns, looked at Young Master Zhao, and asked, "Can you help me?"

This was the first kind-hearted person she’d met since her trouble began.

Princess Fuqing attempted to seek help.

Young Master Zhao, gentle and elegant, felt compassion and said, "I can take you into the residence to be a maid, would you be willing?"

Would Princess Fuqing not be willing?

Though she was capable of nothing.

Entering the Zhao family was still a hundred times better than wandering the streets.

Thus, Princess Fuqing was brought into the Zhao family, announcing her name as Qingfu.

The maids in the Zhao family teased her, saying that even a little beggar could have such a good name.

Qingfu?

Did she wish to enjoy tranquility and blessings her whole life?

After joining the Zhao family, the maids assigned her chores.

Serving tea, she broke tea cups.

Sweeping, she couldn’t clean properly.

Wiping tables, she broke flower pots.

...

In short, she ruined whatever she did.

Since she was in Young Master Zhao’s courtyard, his good-natured personality led him not to blame her for anything.

Finally, he asked what she could do.

Princess Fuqing said she could grind ink.

Hmm.

Grinding ink was a great job, not only was it easy, but it also allowed her to be with Young Master Zhao day and night.

Coupled with Princess Fuqing’s good looks, it was hard not to suspect her intentions of wanting to stay close to him.

With this proposition, she directly offended the maid beside Young Master Zhao.

The maid reported to Mrs. Zhao, claiming Princess Fuqing harbored ulterior motives.

Mrs. Zhao could not tolerate a maid coveting her son, even if her son broke his leg and might never stand again in his lifetime.

Although she couldn’t bring herself to kick her out, it wasn’t right to force her back to begging.

Mrs. Zhao decided to have Princess Fuqing wash clothes.

Princess Fuqing couldn’t wash clothes, but she had no choice; without washing clothes, she couldn’t eat.

Hunger taught her how to do rough work.

Raised in luxury, after a few days of living on the streets, Princess Fuqing was no match for the other maids.

Every day, she washed the most clothes and always ate the latest meal throughout half a month.

Mrs. Zhao spoke with anxiety.

This maid...

No, this was Princess Fuqing, and she truly knew nothing, not even pretending.

A dignified Commandery Princess, who used to have people at her beck and call for everything, knew nothing of hard labor.

With just a word, others handled tasks for her perfectly.

Realizing that the Zhao family forced a Commandery Princess to wash clothes, and she did it quite well, Mrs. Zhao could barely sit on her chair, feeling as if it was lined with thorns.

She hadn’t intended to deceive, but when Young Master Zhao brought Princess Fuqing into the residence as a maid, she was so disheveled that no maid or servant in the front courtyard recognized her.

The inner courtyard maids seldom left the residence, so even when shown a portrait, they didn’t realize she was with the Zhao family.

Mrs. Zhao shared everything with Su Jin, then presented the silver note she’d brought.

Twenty thousand taels.

Su Jin laughed, "No need for medical fees; the Zhao family has helped Princess Fuqing, which is a favor to the Royal Family. I’ll count it as a blessing granted to the Zhao family by the court, a fortune earned from Young Master Zhao’s virtue."

Mrs. Zhao quickly responded, "It was my Zhao family’s ignorance of Princess Fuqing’s identity that led to neglect."

"Without knowledge, there is no sin. If Princess Fuqing did not wish to conceal her identity and honestly informed us, I believe the Zhao family would have sent her back to the Capital," Su Jin said.

Princess Fuqing just stood there, no one offered her a seat, and she did not sit down.

Mrs. Zhao insisted on giving the silver note to Su Jin.

Su Jin accepted ten thousand taels, returning another ten thousand to Mrs. Zhao.

With the silver note collected, Mrs. Zhao felt at ease; after all, her son’s leg wouldn’t heal overnight.

In case it doesn’t heal, they’d likely need the help of Princess Consort Zhenbei again.

Xie Jingchen was still searching outside for Princess Fuqing, but upon hearing the news, he hastily returned and indeed saw Princess Fuqing.

Xie Jingchen, "...."

What more was there to say?

He had led people searching everywhere, finding no one.

While Su Jin stayed home, and the person came right to the door.

Xie Jingchen was speechless, and Su Jin took the opportunity to mention, "One must cultivate kindness."

Xie Jingchen, "...."

Mrs. Zhao quickly agreed.

The hour was late, so she rose to take her leave.

With Princess Fuqing standing, she felt it inappropriate to remain seated.

As Mrs. Zhao was leaving, Su Jin asked Princess Fuqing to escort her.

Being a princess, it’s not inappropriate to instruct a Commandery Princess.

The Zhao family having favored Princess Fuqing, it was also appropriate for her to send off Mrs. Zhao.

Only Mrs. Zhao felt quite awkward, feeling unworthy of having a Commandery Princess see her off.

Returning to the residence, the news spread that the little beggar Young Master Zhao saved was indeed Princess Fuqing.

The entire Zhao family was dumbfounded.

Especially the maid in Young Master Zhao’s room.

She was so shocked that she could barely stand.

How could she have scolded a Commandery Princess, accusing her of being foolish, incapable of even wiping a table?

Second Madam Zhao quickly asked, "Will this implicate our Zhao family?"

"It shouldn’t. Princess Consort Zhenbei truly doesn’t like Princess Fuqing, but she’s very cordial towards our Zhao family," Mrs. Zhao said.

"Quite unlike the time when she came to our Zhao family appearing as a robber."

Old Master Zhao sighed, "That wasn’t robbery; it was a blessing at our doorstep."