Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Ye Shiqi and her elder sisters had actually already met Meng Zhaojun. They recognized her even though she had changed quite a bit because her name had not been altered; hearing her name, one knew it was her.

Mrs. Meng's appearance hadn't changed much either, just aged a tad. She was around the same age as their mother but looked much older.

Ye Shiqi faced many ladies and ladies of Capital City at this gathering, a pure upper-class society event, puzzled as to why they had come to their home for the meeting.

Among the arrogant expressions of each Madam and Lady, becoming aware of everyone's identity, Ye Shiqi didn't show any signs of nervousness. She had never met these people before, nor had she made any enemies with them.

Their arrival was surely for the former head of the household of their estate. The old housekeeper had already told her a few things—the Emperor was truly dishonorable in how he treated the National Guardian General.

The Emperor's sons had grown yet he hadn't appointed a Crown Prince; each of his sons was vying for his throne.

This country hadn't experienced any wars for many generations; perhaps it was because past authors hadn't written much about the old Emperor and his sons.

The author of the book she had read merely described the tragic life of a farmer girl; she had crossed over into this book, altering the fates of many people.

Having the chance to meet these noble ladies and ladies of wealth, one reason she wasn't nervous was that in her past life she had been a lady of a wealthy family too, mingling in high society. Her friends and acquaintances were all wealthy.

Even though she had never had the opportunity to meet the wives and daughters of national leaders, in that era she could see them and many other high officials on television.

Close to lunchtime, those who had sent invitation cards came rushing, one after another, and there were even some who had come because of their reputation. It was fortunate that they had prepared several extra tables when they made reservations.

At first, the noble ladies and ladies who had come to visit, to gawk and perhaps scoff, met the Marchioness and Lady of Marquis Yongbo's Mansion, and later exchanged words laced with veiled ridicule behind their backs.

The Marchioness and Lady of Marquis Yongbo's Mansion didn't mind the snide remarks about the Heir of Marquis Yongbo, Ye Haohuan, being nicknamed 'the simpleton'.

In their hearts, those who thought their own families' young masters were foolish hadn't seen how Lady Ye, even as a farmer girl, faced so many noble ladies and ladies without a trace of nervousness. And they had experienced the perfume.

If they did not take the chance to befriend such a person, they would be the foolish ones.

Those who whispered mocking words in the shadows were the same ones who, upon seeing the chrysanthemum tea, pastries, and fruit, couldn't stop eating.

When lunch was served, maids and old women invited these noble ladies and ladies to the tables. They sat together as if they were with friends they had always been on good terms with.

Among so many guests, the Ye Family's sisters did not wish to sit with them. As hosts entertaining guests, they also took their seats at the main table after everyone else was seated.

The Marchioness and Lady of Marquis Yongbo's Mansion did not sit with their amicable friends but instead waited patiently and friendlily to share a table with the Ye Family's sisters.

The other ladies and ladies seeing this situation only whispered with the ones they were friendly with.

Meng Zhaojun and her mother watched the scenario unfold, cozying up to other influential ladies and ladies, and also murmured unkind remarks about the Ye sisters.

Mrs. Meng spoke rather circumspectly, mentioning that a few years ago, while her husband served as County Magistrate, he had met these sisters. Back then, they were simply very poor villagers and later they earned money after buying an estate.

Others asked how such impoverished people could have bought land and an estate.

Mrs. Meng continued, stating that a few years back, the mother of these sisters worked as a wet nurse for the Tang Family, and out of kinship, the Tang Family's young Master helped. Their father, a carpenter, collaborated with them to start a small timber mill, and from there, they began to prosper.

Hearing so many stories, everyone was quite intrigued. Could it be that even villagers could earn money in such a way?

Meng Zhaojun, however, told the ladies of high society she knew that these sisters had previously fawned over the Tang Family's young Master, which explained the transformation of their family.

The other young ladies also heard about the Tang Family and inquired about what the young Master looked like?

Meng Zhaojun, not willing to divulge too much, simply stated he was a scholarly young man; she did not wish to add more rivals in love.

And this young man just studied in a remote academy, away from the Capital City.

These ladies were merely curious, after all, no matter how wealthy the Tang Family's heir might be, he was no match for the nobles of the Imperial Palace or the sons of ministers.

What mattered most to them was they could not part with the bustling metropolis of the Capital City. Marrying into the Tang Family would mean leaving behind this city's prosperity for a remote county town.

Ye Shiqi and her elder sisters didn't mind Marchioness Yongbo and Lady Ye sharing their dining table; this mother-daughter duo seemed far more pleasant than the others.

During this exploratory visit, the noble ladies and young ladies enjoyed the delectable food and felt quite satisfied, confident they understood everything about their hosts' past circumstances.

They were eager to know how these delicious ingredients were sourced—could it be that someone from the family went to the rural areas to make daily purchases?

That couldn't be right. Meng Zhaojun seemed to have mentioned their estate produced a wide variety of fruits, vegetables, and livestocks, so were these ingredients transported from the countryside?

The noble ladies and young ladies entertained the idea of having the Ye family supply them with vegetables and meat, but they thought such a proposal implied they were groveling to give someone else business.

In the end, no one voiced their thoughts, and after they had their fill and drank honey chrysanthemum tea, they had no desire to stay any longer and prepared to leave.

Before they left, Ye Shiqi and her sisters, with the help of maids carrying several large baskets filled with bottles and jars, offered each guest a bottle of skincare perfume, asking them to choose their preferred floral scent.

The noble ladies and young ladies, upon seeing the ordinary appearance of these bottles and jars, disdainfully passed on the skincare perfumes gifted by the Ye Family's sisters to their maids.

And some even made sarcastic remarks; with their noble status, they used only the finest cosmetics.

They looked down on the items provided by the Ye Family's sisters, fearing an allergic reaction to their skin or, even worse, that the products might be toxic.

Ye Shiqi and her sisters were angered by these people. If it wasn't for Marchioness Yongbo and Lady Ye's intention to offer the perfumes,

Ye Shiqi would have merely considered gifting the perfumes. Had she heard these statements beforehand, she wouldn't have offered them at all.

She'd rather have sold them in her shop than give them to people who talked behind her back. She decided that if these people came begging to buy the perfume, she would neither sell it to them nor gift it.

It wasn't that her products weren't good enough; weren't they supposed to be for the maids?

Then let them regret their arrogance.

"Some people get an advantage and act clever. They think the gifts they receive aren't precious; they are truly as blind as dogs, hmph, I don't want your cast-offs anyway!"

Marchioness Yongbo couldn't stand to watch and, along with Lady Ye, spoke out in turn.

"Why should I? Even if I lose it, I wouldn't give it to you!"

Those who had previously made snide remarks were left red-faced and retorted with haughty indignation.