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Chapter 64 The Minister's Wife
Yu Anju?
The ladies of Kyoto did not know Song You'an as well as the young ladies, and therefore were quite unfamiliar with You'an Residence.

But some people realized what was happening and exclaimed in a low voice, "Hey? I remember this Miss Song. Was that perfume thing also made by her?"

Both the Minister's wife and the Marquis of Fuyang's wife nodded. The Marquis of Fuyang's wife continued, "That perfume is very unique. My Ling'er wears it every day. Wherever she goes, the fragrance wafts and it smells wonderful."

Upon hearing this, the other ladies also realized what had happened, because there were at least twenty or thirty young ladies shopping for perfume at Youanju that day, and the daughters of all the ladies present were among them.

"I was so busy talking to you all that I realized what was happening." The Minister's wife then quickly instructed the maid beside her, "Let Miss Song in."

The Minister's residence was just as grand as the Marquis of Fuyang's residence. Although it was Song You'an's first time there, she was no longer so nervous. She followed the nanny into the courtyard with graceful posture. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw more than a dozen noble ladies.

"This humble woman greets all the ladies."

Everyone subconsciously looked at her. Although she lowered her eyes, her profile was elegant and beautiful, a true beauty in the making.

The Minister's wife sat in the middle seat and was also very curious about Song You'an. She immediately said, "Miss, there's no need to be so reserved. Raise your head."

Upon hearing this, Song Youan paused slightly, then slowly raised her head, her eyes meeting those of the Minister's wife in the center.

In an instant, Song You'an tensed up, her pupils trembled slightly, and an uncontrollable look of shock filled her eyes.

The lady of the Ministry of Rites standing before her had the exact same eyebrows, eyes, and expression as her deceased aunt!
Goosebumps rose all over her body, and a tingling sensation shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her momentarily forget to react.

"Miss Song?"

Seeing that Song You'an was about to lose her composure, the nanny quickly reminded her, "Is that a cake you're carrying? The ladies are all waiting."

A single sentence brought Song You'an back to her senses. She quickly looked away, but as she lowered her gaze, she subtly wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

They just look the same. There are many people in this world who look alike, let alone in the Great Zhao.

I must miss my aunt so much that I couldn't help but be moved.

She gave the old woman a grateful smile, then said softly, "Today we have prepared twenty cakes for all the ladies. We hope you will enjoy them."

She suppressed a sob in her throat and put down the insulated box on her back.

A lady, noticing the silver insulated box with curiosity, couldn't help but ask, "Miss, the way you're using to pack cakes looks quite novel. Is there anything different about it?"

Song Youan kept working with her hands while explaining, "We used special insulation materials, so the cake is easy to melt. If it melts, it will affect the texture and taste."

The ladies nodded approvingly. Famous confectionery shops in Kyoto also pay great attention to packaging, and this Miss Song in front of them was clearly even more meticulous.

One by one, the beautifully crafted mini cakes were served, and the ladies all showed expressions of surprise.

Although I had eaten at a banquet at the Duke of Su's mansion once, I had never seen so many different dishes.

Black, white, red, yellow—the colors alone are dazzling, not to mention that these cakes are all different in shape, and some are decorated with various fresh fruits, making them mouthwatering at first glance.

"No wonder the kids love it; I can't help but drool when I see it."

"Of course! They look even better than the ones from the confectionery shops in Kyoto."

"The taste is also better. I've had it twice, both were delicious."

Without men around, the ladies could chat more freely. When faced with something as novel as cake, no one dared to laugh at anyone else, since none of them had ever seen or tasted it before.

The Minister's wife was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. She wasn't deliberately trying to show off. After all, given the Minister's family's status in the capital, she had always been a central figure among the wives of officials, so she didn't need to bother with such matters.

However, the Minister's residence values ​​appearances, and being able to taste the latest delicacies from the capital at her banquets is a way to enhance the Minister's image.

that's enough.

Song You'an placed a raspberry Napoleon puff pastry on the table next to the Minister's wife. Despite repeatedly telling herself it was just a coincidence, her hands still trembled slightly. Even this raspberry Napoleon puff pastry was one of her aunt's favorites.

The Minister's wife noticed Song You'an's unusual behavior, but she didn't say much, assuming it was just the nervousness of an ordinary person entering the Minister's residence.

“Miss Song, I set up a stage at my residence to watch operas on the third and eighteenth of each month. From now on, please send cakes on time.” The Minister’s wife said softly.

Song Youan paused for a moment, then quickly nodded in agreement: "I will remember."

Then the Minister's wife gave the nanny a look, and the nanny understood and turned to lead Song You'an away from the courtyard.

A clap of thunder boomed in the sky, and the air seemed even more humid, making one feel stuffy and suffocated.

"Miss, hurry back, it looks like it's going to rain." The old woman saw her to the door and urged her on.

Song Youan bowed to express her gratitude, and when she turned around again, tears welled up in her eyes and she could no longer hold them back.

She knew that the Minister's wife was not her aunt, but her tears wouldn't listen to her.

Hastily wiping away her tears with her sleeve, Song Youan took a deep breath and walked down the steps to leave.

Not far away, several little beggars watched this scene from a distance.

"Brother Bao, that girl looks like she's crying."

The smallest beggar looked at the boy in the middle and said.

Yuanbao's dark face scrunched up, and he said in a deep voice, "It's not just that it seems like she's crying."

The other, tallest beggar, asserted, "The young lady must have been bullied at the Minister's residence. People who live in the mansions of such high-ranking officials are all bullies who rely on their master's power."

“That’s right!” the others chimed in in agreement.

Then everyone looked at Yuanbao, who was clearly their leader.

Yuanbao thought for a moment and said, "A Liang and Xiao Wen will accompany me to escort the girl home. Ten taels of silver. You take the others and teach this Minister's mansion a lesson."

"Huh?" The tall man, Shi Liang, was startled. "Is that feasible? What if we get caught?"

Yuanbao snorted coldly: "Who knows the roads of Kyoto better than us? Plan your escape route in advance, do it and run, no one can catch you."

The group nodded in agreement, finding it to be reasonable.

So the three little beggars quickly caught up with Song You'an, but kept a distance of about twenty meters from her, their purpose being simply to escort her home.

Song Youan was completely unaware of this.

On the other side, Shi Liang and the other little beggars somehow got hold of a pile of mud. The group rolled the mud into balls and then threw them forcefully at the gate of the Minister's Mansion.

Mud splattered onto the vermilion gate, leaving black spots, and the area in front of the gate was a mess in the blink of an eye.

As a result, a lump of mud was accidentally thrown too high and ended up over the high wall and into the yard.

"Who is it? Who dares to cause trouble at the Minister's residence!"

A furious roar came from inside the high walls, startling the little beggars, who then turned and ran away.

The gates of the Minister's residence opened, and a servant peeked out. Unexpectedly, a pungent smell of urine rushed into his nose, causing him to cover his mouth and nose and feel nauseous.

The mud on the ground was pitch black, but now it seemed to be emitting yellow smoke.

Asking for a monthly ticket!