Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home

Chapter 1100: Good Luck

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Qiao Xuan’s heavy sighs seemed to cast Tian Jingjing as the unreasonable one.

Tian Jingjing struggled to find her words. “You…”

“Enough, Jingjing,” Ms. Yuan interjected, unable to tolerate the situation any longer. She grasped her daughter’s sleeves and shot her a warning glance.

Tian Jingjing fell silent, turning away in anger.

Ms. Yuan couldn’t help but inwardly complain about her foolish daughter. Why was Tian Shanshan’s business her concern? Tian Shanshan and her father couldn’t exploit Qiao Xuan and Shao Yunduan, so why was she so eager? She had a penchant for hanging around Tian Shanshan and putting blind trust in her. Her mother’s advice held no sway compared to Tian Shanshan’s influence. How exasperating!

Though the spectacle had fallen short of their expectations, no one dared to stir up further trouble.

They saw the situation clearly—the Tian Family had already backed down, and no one else dared to provoke Madame Shao. Was there anyone with a grudge against her?

Certainly not!

Moreover, after alienating the Tian Family to such an extent and causing concerns among the noble and prestigious families in the capital, Qiao Xuan and Shao Yunduan had managed to turn the situation around and establish themselves firmly. It was undoubtedly a stroke of luck!

Even if it was attributed to luck, it made them impressive and awe-inspiring!

Those in the government offices, especially those in higher positions, feared opposing someone who appeared to be born with the fortune of the government. They possessed an inherent advantage that others couldn’t envy. Going against them meant inviting misfortune upon oneself.

It was still premature to make conclusive judgments, but what was the point?

Consequently, the conversation shifted swiftly to other topics.

Many madames even expressed their willingness to seek Qiao Xuan’s assistance should they encounter any issues with their prized flowers and trees at home.

Qiao Xuan responded with a smile and a nod.

She harbored no concerns that the madames would treat her as a mere gardener, entrusting her with the care of ordinary flowers and trees. After all, she had tended to the Emperor’s most prized peony, and no one would dare to belittle her as a common florist. Such treatment would be utterly humiliating!

No one would be so foolish!

Even Qiao Wei wouldn’t stoop to that level.

Soon, the conversation shifted to the latest trends in clothing, accessories, and makeup within the capital’s elite circles.

These noble ladies had been accustomed to a life of luxury since a young age, paying meticulous attention to their appearance and indulging in fine attire, fine dining, luxurious accommodations, and extravagant means of transportation. They were well-versed in the art of dressing up. With ample leisure time on their hands, it was only natural for them to discuss these matters.

Qiao Xuan found herself genuinely intrigued.

These were areas of expertise she had never delved into before. While she may not necessarily need such knowledge, there was no harm in listening and expanding her understanding.

Thankfully, she possessed a good sense of style, ensuring she dressed well.

Yet, upon reflection, if she were truly a concubine’s daughter from a small town who had always been disregarded by her lineal mother, she would encounter numerous difficulties in such circles.

The barriers within this social sphere were strict indeed. Those who didn’t belong would always struggle to fit in.

Qiao Xuan recognized that she was not a part of their inner circle, despite the kind treatment she received from the madames.

There was no way to gain true acceptance from them.

Ultimately, it was Shao Yunduan who held the key to her integration.