I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

However, another theory claims that the aforementioned rumors of a mysterious birthing ward were simply rumors spread by someone within the kingdom. Because the queen gave birth without a queen, many powerful officials lost out on opportunities to marry into the royal family.

These rumors failed to shake the queen's rule. Many years later, the queen passed the throne to her children and chose to live in seclusion.

The king of Bai State was passed down from generation to generation until more than 700 years ago, when Bai State was destroyed.

But the royal family of the White Kingdom is scattered throughout the old country.

After several generations, Aunt Yun came into being.

"Wait, Aunt Yun, are you trying to say that you are still a princess of a fallen nation?"

"No, no, no, this is just a legend passed down by my ancestors. There's no way to verify it. Besides, the White Kingdom was destroyed a long time ago. By the time I was born, my family was just an ordinary wealthy family in a remote town."

"I'm quite curious, if the story you told really happened. Was the woman who returned the princess or the White God?"

"Well, I also thought about this when I heard this story as a child. At that time, I had a bold guess that the princess and the white god in the story were actually the same person."

"Huh?" Zhao Kangping was stunned, and suddenly felt that Aunt Yun had a very creative mind.

The woman covered her lips with her hands and smiled sweetly. "Stories are stories because they're fun to listen to. They may have a historical basis, but as they're passed down through generations, errors are bound to appear. Someone might have added something, or changed some details. After being passed down through generations, the events of the original story might be completely different from what happened."

Hearing this, Zhao Kangping fell into deep thought.

Aunt Yun also found it interesting to see him frowning and thinking seriously.

Then she added, "Ping'er, do you still like listening to Aunt Yun's stories like you did when you were a child?"

Zhao Kangping raised his eyes and looked at the beautiful elder. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he said with a smile: "Of course, as long as Aunt Yun is willing to talk, I am happy to listen."

"That's...very good. I'll keep telling you." At that moment, the woman's heartstrings were touched. Her beautiful eyes moistened, and her heart beat violently.

Chapter 277: Meeting with Aunt Yun, Wan Baiyi's Traces

"Aunt Yun, I want to take some time to go back to my hometown after I succeed the city lord. I also want to pay my respects to my mother. Can you go with me?"

"This is only natural. I haven't visited Yuzhi for many years."

Nangong Ruyun has been confined to the Xianyun Sect for decades due to a cold poison. When the cold poison strikes, she transforms into an ice sculpture, and the chill released from her body can even turn an area into frozen ground.

During that period, she couldn't go anywhere.

"Okay, then we can take this opportunity to go out for a walk." He remembered that when he was a child, Aunt Yun would take him out to play every time she came to visit him.

But when he grew up, such things happened less and less, and later they even lost contact with each other for many years.

This isn't Aunt Yun's problem; they are simply all busy with their own things.

Now that he has the chance to reunite, he will definitely not waste it.

However, Aunt Yun shook her head and said, "There's no need to go shopping. I'm just going to visit Yuzhi. I'm not interested in anything else."

Speaking of playing, she had visited countless famous rivers and beautiful waters before, but now she is no longer at the age of playing.

"Then it's just as Aunt Yun said."

If Zhao Kangping didn't have so many things to do right now, he would have returned to his hometown long ago.

He had mentioned to Luo Xueqing earlier about going back together, and it seemed that he had to bring Aunt Yun with him this time.

The two chatted for a while until a maid hurried into the yard.

"City Lord, all the servants recruited by the mansion today have arrived. Steward Dongfang wants you to go and take a look at them."

Being interrupted, Zhao Kangping lost interest in chatting, so he hurriedly said goodbye: "Aunt Yun, I have to go see something, so I won't stay long."

"Okay." The woman said with a dignified demeanor and gentle eyes.

After bidding farewell to Aunt Yun, Zhao Kangping came to the front yard.

Dongfang Jingrou was already standing there.

In front of her were about fifty young girls with fresh faces. They had one thing in common: their clothes were tattered and patched.

"They are all menial disciples from the Holy Land. They all have clean backgrounds and come from poor families." Dongfang Jingrou conveyed this to him.

Zhao Kangping nodded and replied, "You're quite observant and know that only women are recruited."

"Don't think too highly of yourself. The twenty or so sisters in Suzaku Hall here don't want too many men here, so as not to disturb their practice." She glared at him.

Over twenty maids were brought from the Holy Lord Palace, and they were also disciples of the Vermillion Bird Hall. Helping to manage the vast City Lord's Mansion, they were actually quite free, spending most of their time cultivating.

But there will be more and more people in the mansion in the future, and there must be someone to serve them before we consider hiring more people.

The qualifications of these menial disciples were not very good. On average, they were only at the second level of Qi training. A considerable number of them were only at the first level, and only three of them were at the third level.

They were all young, the oldest was only seventeen years old, and the youngest was only twelve.

These immortal seedlings who came from poor backgrounds did not have outstanding qualifications, and the holy land usually did not provide them with too many resources.

This creates a vicious cycle. They lack the resources to cultivate to higher realms. Without reaching higher realms, they can't secure greater benefits for themselves. Consequently, many of them are destined to be menial servants for the rest of their lives.

Although the Holy Land also has ways to advance from menial jobs to the outer sect, these paths are often not available to these disciples from poor backgrounds.

The aristocratic families would also send their young members to the Holy Land, and some with lesser qualifications would start as menial disciples. However, these people had the support of the great families and could obtain resources from the families, thus hoping to cultivate to a higher level and ascend smoothly.

The disciples from the aristocratic families said they were doing odd jobs, but how could they really let these spoiled family members do those odd jobs?

However, the work that the menial disciples were responsible for still had to be done by someone, and it was usually done by children of common people.

As a result, the civilian disciples among the menial disciples either had to curry favor with the family members or were forced to do more work.

This kind of thing has almost become a trend, and it can’t be stopped no matter how hard you try. It might work for a while, but after a while it will return to its old ways.

Zhao Kangping didn't know these civilian disciples in front of him, but he could tell how much bullying they had experienced just by looking at their mental appearance.

"You, come forward." Zhao Kangping pointed at a little girl hiding behind another girl in the crowd.

The girl's eyes were clear and spotless, but at this moment they were filled with fear of the unknown.

She didn't know who Zhao Kangping was, but she could vaguely guess that he was not an ordinary person and that he was not someone a small person like her could resist.

"Master, she is in some inconvenience. If you need anything, please let me know." The tall girl standing in front of the girl stood up straight. She was obviously scared too, but she pretended to be strong, thinking that she could protect the girl behind her.

Whenever they meet someone with a bad temper, both of them will probably be punished.

They are the lowest-ranking disciples in the holy land, doing the heaviest work yet only receiving a meager salary.

Perhaps she had had enough of the oppression and was used to struggling at the bottom, so her only resistance was to take the blame for her sister.

However, Zhao Kangping just maintained a warm face and emphasized again: "It's okay, I just asked her to come to me, there is nothing I want to do."

His voice wasn't very loud, but his attitude was firm.

The two girls were so terrified that the girl in front had to move aside to let the girl behind her come forward.

As a result, the little girl came up with a limp. Although she tried her best to control her gait and keep it normal, Zhao Kangping could see at a glance that there was something wrong with her legs.

He turned his head, looked at Dongfang Jingrou, and said, "What's going on?"

Before Dongfang Jingrou could answer, the girl fell to her knees with a thud, tears streaming down her face. "Sir, I'm very capable. Please don't chase me away."

Then she was about to kowtow, but was stopped in time by Dongfang Jingrou.

"Don't kowtow to anyone casually. The only people you can kowtow to in this world are your parents and your master." Dongfang Jingrou spoke. She, too, had started out as a menial disciple and endured considerable hardship. But even in the face of adversity, she never gave in, maintaining her pride.

She then said to Zhao Kangping, "She was bullied and had her leg broken, so she's lame. This kind of thing happens all the time in the Miscellaneous Services Hall, and we can't handle it. I felt sorry for her so I brought her back."

The lame girl was only thirteen years old. She was initially forced to do the work of a servant disciple of a certain family's eldest daughter. Initially, the girl was unwilling and was violently treated.

Later, the girl learned to compromise and was able to survive until now.

The girl raised her head. She had an ordinary appearance. It might be because she was malnourished and had not grown up yet. Her skin was a little dark and she did not look good.

She looked at Zhao Kangping timidly, her body trembling constantly.

This made him a little depressed. He was quite handsome. Although he could charm thousands of girls, he was definitely not scary.

"Little girl, I don't eat people, why are you afraid?" Zhao Kangping showed the charming smile of a gentle big brother.

The girl really stopped trembling.

"What's your name?" Zhao Kangping asked the girl.

The girl answered timidly, "My name is Lv Qiulan."

After examining him for a few seconds, Zhao Kangping asked again, "Who hurt your leg? Tell me."

He had already reached the Spiritualization Stage, so he naturally possessed the proper dignity. Even the slightest hint of a powerful aura from him was enough to make these new girls' hearts flutter.

But this feeling of oppression did not last long, but many girls were stunned.

They also understood that this man was someone they could only look up to.

Whether out of fear or obedience, Lu Qiulan gritted her teeth and told her story.

It turned out that when she was in the chores hall, she was often bullied by a girl named Shen Lingyu. Not only did she force her to work, but she also often took away her monthly resources.

A few months ago, because Lu Qiulan had secretly hoarded some spirit stones that she had to hand over to Shen Lingyu every month, she gathered a group of lackeys and beat her up.

Fortunately, Lu Qiulan's sister came out in time to persuade Shen Lingyu and handed her her own spirit stones, and only then did those people give up.

After hearing all this, Dongfang Jingrou gritted her teeth. She used to work as a handyman in Wanghe Sect and had been bullied many times in those years, so she could understand the situation of Lu Qiulan and the others.

If it weren't for Dongfang Jingrou's own efforts, she would have climbed up from a menial disciple to a direct disciple of Sunv Peak through her own efforts.

Later, he participated in the holy land trial of Ziyang Holy Land, was selected by the holy land, and later entered the outer gate of the holy land.

She started from the outer sect with her own efforts and was later accepted as a maid by Mu Wanyi, who was known as the Saint.

But at that time she felt that her strength was too weak to help the Saint, so she took the initiative to ask to join Suzaku Hall for training.

So under Mu Wanyi's arrangement, she went through life and death in Suzaku Hall for several years, and finally became the new Suzaku.

The bitterness and tears she endured during this process cannot be expressed in a few words.

"This Shen Lingyu's name seems familiar." Dongfang Jingrou said to herself.

If she had the chance to meet that arrogant young lady, she wouldn't mind teaching her a lesson she would never forget.

"Treat her." Zhao Kangping had actually noticed the condition of her legs and feet from the beginning, and had no intention of driving her away.

So Dongfang Jingrou called one of the more than 20 maids to take the girl to treat her leg injury.

Although the girl's leg had been lame for several months, it was not difficult for the monks to treat it, although the process was a little painful.

Two maids brought a throne for Zhao Kangping to sit on, and another maid served him tea.

"Let me first give a brief self-introduction. My name is Zhao Kangping. I come from the Yaohua Palace in the Holy Land. I have served as the Palace Master of Yaohua Palace and will be the Lord of Chuanliu City in the future."

As for his relationship with the Holy Lord, he didn't intend to talk about it, feeling it was unnecessary. It would be too pretentious to say it out loud, and it didn't fit with his usual low-key personality.

"The City Lord's Mansion is short of manpower, so we are recruiting you. From now on, your work will be arranged by Steward Dongfang."

"I won't promise you anything. As long as you do your job conscientiously, your life will be no worse than when you were in the Menial Services Hall."

Zhao Kangping had learned about the wages and benefits at the Menial Services Hall. Menial workers were divided into different grades. The lowest grade only earned one spirit stone a month, and the highest earned less than ten spirit stones a month.

He is not as good as some of the casual cultivators out there who know skills like alchemy, weapons, talismans and formations.

The only good thing is that the menial work hall provides food and accommodation, but don't expect the food to be very good, and the sleeping space is a dormitory with many people squeezed together.

After arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, the tasks they would undertake would certainly not be as busy as those in the Menial Services Hall, and their treatment would also be better. Dongfang Jingrou was more skilled in the specific arrangements, so he left it entirely to her.

After he succeeds as the city lord, sooner or later people from all walks of life will come to visit the mansion, and someone will have to be responsible for receiving them.

It's not that these things can't be done by the maids who came from the Holy Lord's Palace, because they are quite capable, but it would be a waste of their talents to just use them for odd jobs.

Those twenty or so girls had strength ranging from foundation building to golden elixir, and he planned to use them as bodyguards.

He planned to use the newly recruited girls as maids, and he could assign a few of them to Xueqing and Mengyao to take care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

After getting acquainted with these new maids, Zhao Kangping asked the previous maids to take them to where the servants lived in the mansion.

Only he and Dongfang Jingrou were left.

"I'll be thankful for your help in the future." Zhao Kangping patted her shoulder.

But she slapped his hand away the next second.

The woman cleared her throat and said seriously, "Don't make a fuss. The Holy Lord should still be at the mansion."

Although she said this, she became excited, and her heart was restless.

"Isn't this more exciting?" He has been enjoying teasing the secretary lately.

It is very interesting to see that a woman like her who is usually very serious becomes very excited when she is flirting with him.