Chapter 772: Chapter 772 Where did this country girl come from, smelling like cow dung? Chapter 772: Chapter 772 Where did this country girl come from, smelling like cow dung? Walking down a long road paved with jade, one would slowly arrive at the splendid palaces with red tiles and yellow walls that glistened magnificently.

In her previous life, Xuexue had entered the Imperial Palace only after marrying Zhang Ruixuan, the Crown Prince. According to royal custom, she needed to serve tea to The Emperor and the Empress and greet them.

At that time, her heart was filled with aspirations for the future and life with Zhang Ruixuan, treating everyone around her with genuine kindness. She even forgave Lady Tang, who had caused her own mother’s death, believing her kindness would bring her a lifetime of peace.

However, the reality was cruel, bringing her a thousand and one torturous punishments and the cost of her daughter burned to charcoal.

Reborn, she profoundly understood that not all good people receive good rewards in this world.

Therefore, having been reborn once, she would never again play the role of the good person.

Xuexue’s heart was filled with hatred, an indescribable taste emerging in her mind.

The Little Eunuch carrying the sedan chair took many winding turns and, after an unknown amount of time, finally stopped.

Zi Xia called out from outside, “Miss, we’ve arrived.”

Following this, the sedan curtain was lifted.

Xuexue stepped down from the sedan.

Looking up, she realized it was Cining Palace.

Xuexue knew that Cining Palace was the Empress Dowager’s bedroom palace, and since today was her birthday, the birthday feast was definitely held within her palace.

The Little Eunuch who led them, with a smile plastered across his face, said in a high-pitched voice, “Miss Situ, inside is the Empress Dowager’s palace. I’ve brought you here; you may go in by yourselves.”

After saying this, he didn’t leave but continued to smile and watch Xuexue.

Xuexue knew the rules inside the palace.

Eunuchs and palace maids who helped with tasks expected to be rewarded.

“Zi Xia, reward them.”

Xuexue was quite generous, acting as if it were the norm, not giving the Little Eunuch another glance as she turned and walked towards the inside of the palace.

“Yes!”

Having been briefed by Xuexue before entering the palace, Zi Xia calmly took out several taels of silver from her sleeve, handed them to the Little Eunuch, and said with a smile, “Brother, you’ve also worked hard.”

The Little Eunuch immediately beamed, taking the silver and weighing it in his hand, thinking to himself that although people said Miss Situ was a country girl unfamiliar with etiquette, he couldn’t see it. She was much more generous than those from wealthy families. He said with a smile, “This is what I should do, Miss Situ is too polite.”

Zi Xia glanced back at the already distant Situtu Xueer, saying, “Our mistress is nice and also generous toward others.”

Having said that, she hurriedly went to follow Xuexue.

The Little Eunuch tucked the silver into his robe and turned to the eunuchs carrying the sedan, “Since we have delivered her, all of you can go back now; I’ll treat you to a drink tonight.”

“Alright!”

The several Little Eunuchs carrying the sedan joyfully left with the empty sedan.

Cining Palace
Everywhere was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, indescribably luxurious. The vermillion gates shone brightly. Ascending the steps, one could see that the beams were of white jade and tiles of jade, with upward-curving eaves that were worthy of the Empress Dowager’s bedroom palace, revealing the noble status of the owner everywhere.

When Xuexue entered, a large group of distinguished young ladies, along with their maids, were sitting in the hall, drinking tea and laughing together.

As soon as Xuexue walked in, they all stopped their actions and all eyes turned towards her.

“Oh! Where did this country bumpkin come from? Why do I smell cow dung?” a girl around fifteen or sixteen sauntered up to Xuexue, circled her a few times while holding her delicate hand in front of her nose, fanning it with great disdain.