Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1206: Chapter 1205: Getting Acne_1 Chapter 1206: Chapter 1205: Getting Acne_1 The next day, Tong Sanlang left the Palace to find Ya Wuxia, and Qiao Xiaomai went to find Ailiusa.

Ailiusa was poor and couldn’t afford to buy playing cards or Mahjong; she came over to deliver these two items.

Sitting in Ailiusa’s small courtyard, she listened as Ailiusa shared her troubles, “Qinglian originally said he would hold a martial arts competition to find a husband, but yesterday I heard from him and his sister that they are not looking for a spouse anymore and will return to Yuchi Country in a few days.”

“If they and his sister go back, what am I to do? I can’t beat them on my own; how can I avenge my father?”

As she spoke about her father who had died tragically and her tribespeople who had been captured and enslaved, tears reddened Ailiusa’s eyes.

Qiao Xiaomai pursed her lips and said, “You should go to the Palace to seek the retired Emperor; His Majesty will uphold justice for you.”

According to Yang Wenxiao’s original plan, whether the Divine Tree Tribe had stolen the God Catfish or not, he would uphold justice for the Divine Tree Tribe; he would not let Yuchi Country grow too powerful.

“I’ll try again.” Ailiusa wiped away her tears.

“Emphasize more about Yuchi Country’s ambitions. Qingye dared to cause trouble with that Prince Fengbao at the retired Emperor’s birthday banquet; I always feel there’s something unusual about it.” Qiao Xiaomai said.

When the matter was mentioned, Ailiusa looked at Qiao Xiaomai with unmistakable envy on her face, “You are truly amazing, you flung that Prince Fengbao out with just one move.”

She had seen Tong Sanlang’s Kung Fu, and the Prince Fengbao who Tong Sanlang could not handle was easily thrown out by Qiao Xiaomai; if she had that kind of Divine Power, she wouldn’t have to run from the siblings Qingye and Qinglian like a lost dog.

However, she indeed was a lost dog.

Thinking of this, her tears flowed even more fiercely, “I will go to the Palace now; are you going back to the Palace?”

“No, I’ll go check on Jiwei Ju.”

Quite a lot of soap had also been produced, and she wanted to see how it was selling.

After parting with Ailiusa, Qiao Xiaomai hurried to Jiwei Ju by carriage.

The business at Jiwei Ju was booming as usual. The book “Skyfall Love Chronicles” that Yang Wenxiao had yet to print, so the outsiders could only listen to the version without an ending, growing increasingly agitated the more they listened and yet helpless to do anything about it.

Qiao Xiaomai entered through the back door and stopped a waiter to inquire where Shopkeeper Hong was.

“He’s in the Private Room entertaining a distinguished guest; Miss Qiao, why don’t you wait in his room for a bit?” The waiter led Qiao Xiaomai to Shopkeeper Hong’s room.

Qiao Xiaomai sat waiting for quite a while, but Shopkeeper Hong was still nowhere to be seen.

She had to get up; she still had to go back and prepare lunch for Yang Wenxiao.

Just as she walked to the door and was about to get on the carriage, Shopkeeper Hong hurried out after her, “Miss Qiao, wait a moment, wait a moment!”

Qiao Xiaomai’s eyes widened slightly, and she turned to look at him, “What’s wrong? I’m going back to the Palace.”

“Wait, let me say a few words.” Shopkeeper Hong came up to the carriage, first catching his breath with heavy panting, then he said, “The soap that was sold had a good stain-removal effect; it sold out as soon as it hit the shelves. But today, Imperial Censor Wang’s daughter came and complained that after using the soap to wash her face, she broke out in red pimples and demanded Jiwei Ju take responsibility.”

“I was just dealing with her.”

“Ah? Pimples on her face after washing it?” Qiao Xiaomai exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, a perfectly good face, now with several red pimples. Miss Wang insists it’s disfigured her, and she wants Jiwei Ju to take responsibility.” Shopkeeper Hong said, wiping sweat off his forehead with his hand – such was his agitation, even in the March weather, he’d broken out in a sweat.