ã€ŠA Precious Pearl in the Imperial Cityã€‹


 Chapter 1

    After seeing off the official from the Ministry of Rites who had come to deliver the imperial decree, the atmosphere in the Ming Family was heavy with tension.

    Ming Jingzhou held the decree in his hands, trembling slightly, as if it were not an embroidered scroll adorned with golden dragons and auspicious clouds but a thousand-pound hammer.

    "Uncle," Ming Cunfu, worried that Ming Jingzhou might collapse from the shock, quickly stood up to support him.

    The marriage of his cousin to the royal family should have been a joyous occasion, but the thought of who Jiuzhu was to marry made it impossible to utter the word "congratulations."

    Everyone in the capital knew that the Emperor doted on Consort Su and favored her son, Prince Chen, even more.

    Prince Chen had been granted the title of prince alongside the Eldest Prince, who was five years his senior, before he even turned fifteen. Now, at the age of twenty, his palace outside the imperial grounds was lavishly decorated, yet he was often kept in the palace by the Emperor, overshadowing all other princes and princesses.

    Rumors in the court suggested that Prince Chen was the de facto crown prince. If not for Consort Su''s humble origins and Prince Chen''s lack of both seniority and legitimacy, the Emperor would have long since named him heir apparent. However, apart from the handsome face inherited from his mother, Prince Chen had little else to commend him, and many court officials were reluctant to see him ascend the throne.

    Jiuzhu knelt on the ground, glancing at her father''s sorrowful expression and her cousin''s heartbroken face. She then stood up, carefully approached Ming Jingzhou, and took the decree to read it.

    "The decree says that Prince Chen is naturally gifted, handsome, and studious. These are all good words," she said, rolling up the decree and handing it back to Ming Jingzhou. She patted his wrist gently, "Father, there''s no need to be so upset."

    Looking at his daughter''s sweet and innocent face, Ming Jingzhou''s voice trembled, "Even the melon seller in the West Market praises her own goods, let alone..."

    Let alone the Emperor, who was arranging a marriage for his own son.

    Ming Cunfu coughed lightly, reminding his uncle not to speak disrespectfully of the royal family, "Cousin, Uncle and I are just reluctant to see you leave us."

    Years ago, when their branch of the family fell out of favor in the court and was exiled to a harsh, remote region, Ming Jingzhou had entrusted his newborn daughter to the care of their clan elders to protect her. After the current Emperor ascended the throne, Ming Jingzhou and his brothers were exonerated and returned to the capital to resume their official duties.

    Although officials in the capital were forbidden to leave without imperial permission, Ming Jingzhou had repeatedly sent people to Lingzhou to bring his daughter back. Initially, the clan elders had always refused, citing her frail health and unsuitability for travel.

    But Ming Jingzhou and his wife missed their child dearly. After a year of careful nurturing, they hired a physician to accompany her and finally brought their six-year-old daughter back to the capital.

    When "the little cousin" was brought home, Lady Shen immediately sensed something was amiss. Though the girl bore some resemblance to her and Ming Jingzhou, she couldn''t shake the feeling that this child was not their own.

    Upon investigation, they discovered that shortly after the three brothers were exiled, the clan, fearing retribution from powerful officials, had abandoned the child in the wilderness.

    The name Jiuzhu, meaning "precious as jade and pearls," reflected her parents'' love for her. Yet, those heartless relatives had callously discarded their treasure.

    Upon learning the truth, Ming Jingzhou and Lady Shen were devastated. They immediately sent the imposter back to Lingzhou, severed ties with their clan, and established their own household.

    Ming Cunfu''s father and second uncle, being of the same lineage, had endured hardships together during their exile. Naturally, they couldn''t bear this injustice either and joined Ming Jingzhou in cutting ties with the Lingzhou Ming clan, ensuring that the three families had no further connection to them.

    Jiuzhu had been found by Ming Cunfu just a few months ago in a small, dilapidated Taoist temple in Lingzhou. The temple''s walls were peeling, its roof and windows broken, so shabby that even rats avoided it.

    The sixteen-year-old girl, clutching a large steamed bun, looked up at him with a satisfied expression. Upon seeing him, she quickly hid the bun behind her back and asked, "Are you here to offer incense or seek a fortune? The deities in our temple are very efficacious."

    Ming Cunfu glanced at the dusty statue on the altar, struggling to see where its efficacy lay.

    But later, he found himself hoping the temple was indeed efficacious, as the two female Taoist priests had told him he was blessed by the God of Literature and would achieve great success, meet noble benefactors, and enjoy a smooth career.

    As a scholar, who wouldn''t want to "pluck the laurel branch from the moon"?

    It simply had to be true!

    "Brother Cunfu," Jiuzhu tugged at his sleeve, "What are you thinking about?"

    Ming Cunfu snapped out of his thoughts but before he could answer, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard.

    "Is Mother back?" Jiuzhu walked quickly to the door, just as Lady Shen approached.

    Seeing Jiuzhu standing at the doorway, Lady Shen''s anxious expression softened instantly, "Jiuzhu, why are you standing here? The autumn wind is chilly, don''t let it hurt your face."

    Jiuzhu noticed the scent of incense on Lady Shen and held her arm as they walked inside, "Mother, don''t worry, my skin is thick, the wind won''t bother me."

    Though they had only been reunited for a short time, the bond between mother and daughter was already strong, as if an invisible thread of fate connected them.

    As soon as Lady Shen sat down, she ordered the servants to bring Jiuzhu a nourishing soup. She gazed at her daughter''s delicate face, her eyes filled with tenderness.

    There is a kind of thinness that only a mother can see.

    Over the years, Lady Shen had imagined Jiuzhu enduring all sorts of hardships, to the point where even the tragic characters in operas reminded her of her daughter. What if her own child had suffered like this?

    So, when Jiuzhu stood before her, alive and well, Lady Shen developed a habit of constantly offering her food. It was as if she wanted to pour all the love she had accumulated over fifteen years into every bite, wrapping her daughter in the warmth of her affection, letting her know that she had always loved her, cherished her, and never abandoned her.

    Fortunately, Lady Shen loved to offer food, and Jiuzhu loved to eat. Thus, the boundless maternal love flowed smoothly into Jiuzhu''s stomach.

    "The gatekeeper said that an official from the Ministry of Rites came to deliver a decree," Lady Shen said, gently touching the amulet she had obtained for her daughter, "What was it about?"

    "The decree announced that the Emperor has arranged a marriage between Prince Chen and Jiuzhu, making her the Princess Consort of Prince Chen."

    "Which prince?"

    "Prince... Chen."

    "Which consort?"

    "Princess Consort of Prince Chen."

    Ming Cunfu, fearing that Lady Shen might be overwhelmed, quickly added, "The official consort."

    The room fell silent for a long time. Finally, Lady Shen shoved the half-retrieved amulet back into her sleeve.

    What useless deities! If they couldn''t even protect her daughter, what was the point of worshipping them!

    The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she stood up, ready to storm out.

    "My lady, calm down, calm down!" Ming Jingzhou quickly stood up and grabbed her sleeve, "Let''s discuss this behind closed doors." Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    She mustn''t charge into the palace¡ªthat would cost her her head!

    Jiuzhu watched her parents tugging at each other and asked, cupping her face in confusion, "Is Prince Chen not good?"

    Ming Jingzhou and Lady Shen turned to look at their daughter, their eyes filled with the sorrow and anger of seeing a priceless treasure stolen by bandits.

    "Let''s sit down and talk," Jiuzhu said softly, her Lingzhou accent gentle and sweet. Having grown up in a Taoist temple in Lingzhou with little contact with outsiders, she had an innate innocence that made her words sound like a gentle plea. Hearing this, her parents'' hearts melted.

    "Prince Chen is..." Ming Jingzhou hesitated, opening and closing his mouth before finally sighing, "I will go to the palace and beg the Emperor to revoke the decree."

    "Is he hideously ugly?" Seeing her father''s reluctance to speak of Prince Chen, Jiuzhu''s mind conjured up an image of a green-faced, fanged monster with bear-like arms and a wolf-like body.

    Glancing down at her slender, pale wrist, Jiuzhu suddenly found the nourishing soup brought by the maid unappetizing.

    "He''s not ugly, but Prince Chen is..." Ming Jingzhou paused, "complicated."

    Not only was he not ugly, but he also had a face that young girls adored. However, as a man and a prince, a handsome face alone was not enough.

    Dismissing the monstrous image from her mind, Jiuzhu looked at Ming Jingzhou with bright eyes, "Father, let''s talk about it slowly then."

    "Prince Chen''s mother, Consort Su, comes from a merchant family. Since entering the palace, she has enjoyed the Emperor''s exclusive favor for many years. Over time, the Emperor, for Consort Su''s sake, broke protocol by granting Prince Chen a princely title at a young age, even giving him a title that outshone those of his brothers."

    The title "Chen" symbolized the zenith, the meeting point of heaven and earth¡ªa name of profound significance. No emperor would lightly bestow such a title on a young prince.

    "The palace has no empress. What does it matter which consort the Emperor favors?" Jiuzhu didn''t see what was so complicated about this.

    "You don''t understand," Ming Jingzhou said. As a member of the civil officials, the intricate web of grievances and alliances between Prince Chen, his mother, and the court officials could fill ten books, each of which would sell well in the markets.

    Ming Jingzhou straightened his official robe: "Let your mother and cousin keep you company. I will go to the palace to see His Majesty."

    He had finally found his daughter, so lovely, so innocent and charming. How could he let her marry someone like Prince Chen!

    "Father..." Jiuzhu reached out to stop him, but her father''s back was too resolute. She only managed to brush the hem of his robe.

    "Don''t stop him," Lady Shen intervened. "Let him try, at least..."

    At least it would ease his heart a little.

    "Drink the soup," Lady Shen said, forcing a smile as she brought the soup to her daughter. She remembered the soup the maid had brought earlier, which Jiuzhu hadn''t touched yet.

    No man could ever come between her and her determination to raise her daughter well.

    "Madam," a servant hurried to the door to relay a message. "Someone from the Bright Moon Palace has come. They say Consort Su has acquired a famous painting and invites the young lady to the palace to appreciate it."

    Since when did appreciating paintings have anything to do with Consort Su?

    Lady Shen held the soup steadily, smiling at Jiuzhu. "Take your time, no rush. After you finish, have someone accompany you to freshen up."

    Jiuzhu drank the soup in a few gulps and stood up to head to the backyard. As she did, she vaguely saw the household steward leading a middle-aged woman in a purple dress towards them.

    "That must be the young lady of your esteemed household," the female official from Bright Moon Palace stopped and nodded with a smile at the steward. "Though I haven''t seen her face, I can tell at a glance that your young lady possesses extraordinary grace."

    "Haha, you flatter her too much, Auntie," the steward thought to herself.

    You''re kidding, right? From this distance, you''d be lucky to tell if it''s a man or a woman.

    She had seen too many families who praised the bride-to-be to the heavens before marriage, only to nitpick every little thing after the wedding.

    Was this female official really complimenting their young lady?

    No, she was clearly eyeing the young lady''s status as the daughter of a civil official!

    People in the palace were all scheming.

    "Chunfen, this phoenix-tail hairpin is so heavy," Jiuzhu said, touching the golden hairpin by her temple, worried it might fall. It was woven from pure gold threads and looked incredibly valuable.

    The dangling pearls swayed by her cheeks, making her delicate face even more charming.

    Chunfen''s heart melted at the sight of Jiuzhu''s puppy-like, watery eyes. She quickly averted her gaze. "Young lady, you must dress up properly when meeting Consort Su in the palace."

    As she put down the jade comb, it accidentally teetered on the edge of the dressing table. Before Chunfen could cry out, Jiuzhu caught it and placed it back on the table.

    "Young lady," a maid outside whispered a reminder. "The palace carriage is ready."

    Jiuzhu confidently stepped into the carriage heading to the palace. Occasionally, she would paint at the Taoist temple, but since her two masters were poor, they had to conserve their ink, brushes, and paper.

    Still, both masters praised her, saying she had a natural talent for painting. So, appreciating a painting shouldn''t be too difficult for her.

    "Madam," Lady Shen''s trusted maid noticed her worried expression and comforted her. "The young lady is your and Master''s flesh and blood. She must have inherited your talent for art."

    Lady Shen: "..."

    Oh no.

 Chapter 2

    The carriage was luxurious and comfortable, with even the cushions embroidered with intricate floral patterns. Jiuzhu reached out and touched them, finding them as soft as clouds.

    She lifted a corner of the curtain, and the bustling sights of the capital filled her view.

    In the distance, the sound of hoofbeats grew closer, gradually slowing as they approached the carriage. It seemed the rider had reined in their horse.

    "Whose carriage is that ahead?"

    "Your Highness, it appears to belong to someone from Bright Moon Palace." Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Jiuzhu had always had excellent hearing. She leaned out to look at the speaker.

    The well-dressed man on horseback raised his eyes and met her gaze.

    Jiuzhu gave him a slight nod before retreating back into the carriage, her hand brushing against the phoenix hairpin at her temple.

    The golden hairpin was still there. She felt reassured¡ªit was worth a fortune.

    The carriage passed through the palace gates without inspection. The imperial guards, recognizing that the occupant was the future Princess Consort of Chen, simply let it through.

    After traveling a short distance further, Jiuzhu stepped out of the carriage. The people from Bright Moon Palace had prepared a palanquin for her.

    As the daughter of a court official, it was almost unheard of for someone to ride a palanquin within the palace. However, Jiuzhu had just returned to the capital, and her family treated her like a precious treasure they had recovered. They had never subjected her to the usual formalities in front of higher-ranking officials, so she was unaware of such customs.

    Seeing that the palace had prepared a palanquin for her, she obediently climbed in, even complimenting the intricate carvings on the armrests.

    The court lady smiled kindly. "Her Ladyship also loves this pattern. She says it¡¯s lively and prosperous, bringing joy to those who see it."

    Jiuzhu thought to herself, no wonder Consort Su was the emperor¡¯s favorite. Even her taste was exceptional.

    Her own taste aligned with Consort Su¡¯s, which meant she, too, had refined sensibilities.

    Any lingering anxiety she had vanished, and she sat up straight, brimming with confidence.

    Back at the Ming Family residence, Chunfen was deeply concerned about her young mistress, who had just entered the palace.

    "Madam, what if the young lady unknowingly offends Consort Su? She doesn¡¯t know the palace etiquette."

    "Don¡¯t worry," Madam Shen replied, flipping through the household accounts. "Jiuzhu is our only daughter. If she makes any mistakes, the palace will likely turn a blind eye. Even if Consort Su takes a dislike to her, so be it."

    In fact, it might even be for the best. If both sides disliked each other, there might still be room to reconsider the marriage arrangement.

    At Bright Moon Palace, the incense burner emitted a faint wisp of smoke. Consort Su reclined lazily on a carved soft chair, her expression neutral as she gazed toward the door, lost in thought.

    When footsteps echoed outside, she straightened up and gently touched the jade bracelet on her wrist.

    "Your Ladyship, Miss Ming has arrived."

    Consort Su lifted her eyelids and looked at the young girl entering the room. At first glance, her gaze lingered.

    There was a rare kind of beauty in the world¡ªone that could evoke tenderness in men and warmth in women.

    She never expected that Ming Jingzhou, such a stern and rigid scholar, could have a daughter like this.

    "Your servant pays respects to Consort Su." Upon seeing Consort Su¡¯s face, Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes curved into crescents.

    She had seen this lady before.

    "No need for formalities. Please, take a seat." Consort Su gestured for the court lady to help Jiuzhu up. Once Jiuzhu was seated, she asked, "I heard you were frail as a child and raised in a Taoist temple. Now that you¡¯ve returned to the capital, are you adjusting well?"

    This was the story the Ming Family had told the outside world, but the truth was known only to the emperor. Back then, the three Ming brothers had been exiled to a harsh region for the sake of the current emperor. This matter had been tightly concealed, known only to the emperor and the Ming Family.

    "Everything is fine," Jiuzhu replied after a moment of thought. "My parents treat me like a precious gem, and my uncles and aunts are always kind..."

    As she spoke of her life since returning to the capital, her eyes filled with happiness. "But..."

    Her expression dimmed slightly. "I miss my two masters."

    Seeing the light fade from Jiuzhu¡¯s bright eyes, Consort Su couldn¡¯t help but consider how to bring the two masters back to the capital. The poor girl looked so forlorn.

    "If you miss them, I can arrange for them to come to the capital."

    "Thank you, Your Ladyship, but they prefer to stay in Lingzhou."

    In truth, her masters had said that the capital was too crowded and chaotic, its energy unsuitable for cultivating health.

    Jiuzhu naturally wouldn¡¯t mention that her masters found the capital¡¯s feng shui unfavorable. A clever girl like her knew what to say and what to keep to herself. "My masters are practitioners of the Dao. I wouldn¡¯t want to force them."

    "Lingzhou..." Consort Su recalled accompanying the emperor there years ago. The landscape was picturesque, with morning mists drifting over the river. "It is indeed a lovely place."

    "Your Ladyship," Jiuzhu asked curiously, "I heard you have a precious painting here. Might I have the honor of seeing it?"

    Having never seen a truly valuable painting before, Jiuzhu felt a small thrill of anticipation.

    Consort Su¡¯s hand paused as she sipped her tea. The invitation to view the painting had merely been a pretext to bring Jiuzhu into the palace. Who would take it seriously?

    Every noblewoman in the court knew Consort Su had no interest in poetry or art.

    Yet, seeing the eager look in Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes, she slowly turned to her personal maid. "Go to my private collection and fetch the painting."

    Two incense sticks later, the maid returned with a scroll, carefully unrolling it before Jiuzhu.

    Jiuzhu stared intently at the painting, trying to appreciate the wonders of a masterpiece.

    What on earth was this?

    Plum blossoms blooming in the depths of winter made sense, but why were there butterflies flying around?

    And why was a cat sleeping in the snow? Didn¡¯t cats feel the cold?

    But this was a famous painting, so it couldn¡¯t be wrong. The fault must lie in her own lack of appreciation.

    Jiuzhu glanced at the painting and then surreptitiously at Consort Su, who was also admiring the artwork. She pondered how to comment without embarrassing herself in front of such a beautiful lady.

    "The cat is quite adorable, very lively," Jiuzhu ventured.

    "Isn¡¯t it?" Consort Su leaned closer. "The eyes are so round."

    The court lady took a closer look. The round black dots weren¡¯t eyes¡ªthey were tufts of fur on the cat¡¯s face.

    "The plum blossoms are also well done. Even in such cold weather, they attract butterflies. The artist must have been very bold."

    "Indeed," Consort Su agreed. "The bamboo shoot under the plum tree is also well-painted. It looks fresh and tender, as if it would taste delicious."

    "And the snow," Jiuzhu added, encouraged by Consort Su¡¯s agreement. She suddenly realized that this must be what people called natural talent. Even though she knew nothing about the painting, she had somehow managed to capture its essence.

    What did this mean?

    It meant she was a rare genius in the world of art.

    "What about the snow?" Consort Su asked curiously.

    "As the saying goes, ''Auspicious snow promises a good harvest,''" Jiuzhu declared confidently. "This painting clearly foretells a prosperous year ahead. Your Ladyship is truly as kind and beautiful as a fairy. Even the painting you¡¯ve collected wishes for a bright future."

    Consort Su chuckled. "A fairy? You flatter me, Miss Ming."

    The court officials often whispered that she was a seductress. This was the first time someone had called her a kind and beautiful fairy.

    "Your Ladyship, I¡¯m not jesting," Jiuzhu repeated earnestly. "You are like a fairy, and your child is like a celestial being."

    "He¡¯s far too grown to be called a celestial being," Consort Su laughed again, her gaze softening as she looked at Jiuzhu. "I heard your given name is Jiuzhu. May I call you that?"

    "As you wish, Your Ladyship," Jiuzhu nodded. "I don¡¯t mind."

    "Jiuzhu is a good name," Consort Su said, taking Jiuzhu¡¯s hand and guiding her to sit. "It¡¯s full of blessings. Your parents must love you dearly, treating you like a precious jewel, to give you such a name."

    The scholars in the capital prided themselves on elegance, often naming their children with references to classical texts, avoiding anything too common.

    The name Jiuzhu was both refined and simple, a testament to the joy and anticipation her parents had felt at her birth.

    "Your Ladyship is so wise," Jiuzhu said admiringly. From just her name, Consort Su had discerned the depth of her parents¡¯ love.

    Her masters had told her that when they found her in the wilderness, her swaddling clothes were made of patchwork fabric, some fine, some coarse, but all meticulously sewn.

    They often told her that she had been born into a family that cherished her, but fate had separated her from them.

    At that time, the court was in turmoil, with countless officials and generals caught up in the power struggles between princes. Some families were destroyed, others torn apart, and some even faced execution, their entire clans wiped out.

    Her masters, moved by compassion and seeing no notices posted in the city about a missing infant, had taken her in.

    On the cloth strip sewn into her swaddling clothes were her birth date and name. Her master told her, "It seems your parents, in their urgency, entrusted you to someone else, and fearing they might forget your name and birth date, they prepared this specifically."

    So from a young age, she knew she was brought into this world out of love, not as an unnecessary burden.

    In the imperial study, Ming Jingzhou stood respectfully, though the unusually amiable look in the Emperor''s eyes today did little to improve his mood.

    "Minister Ming," the Emperor drawled, "you are a pillar of the court, and the child you raised is a talented young man. I believe your daughter is as outstanding as you and your esteemed wife."

    "Your Majesty, my daughter grew up in the wilderness, ignorant of etiquette and unworthy of being a royal consort."

    "How fitting," the Emperor''s smile grew even more pronounced. "Our fifth son is also a free spirit who cares little for formalities. It seems they are a perfect match."

    Ming Jingzhou: "..."

    Wasn''t that an insult? Who could possibly be a perfect match for the Prince of Chen?

    "Minister Ming, there''s no need for such modesty. I have decided that your daughter will be my daughter-in-law," Emperor Longfeng set down his brush and walked over to Ming Jingzhou, patting his shoulder lightly. "If you continue to be so humble, I might start to think you look down on the bloodline of the Yun family."

    "Your servant wouldn''t dare," Ming Jingzhou bowed slowly, his face pale.

    Emperor Longfeng laughed heartily, "I was only jesting, dear minister. There''s no need to be so tense. Between relatives, there''s no need for such formality in private."

    Ming Jingzhou inwardly cursed the Yun royal family''s ancestors eighteen generations back, but he dared not utter a word.

    Knowing that further objections would only anger the Emperor, Ming Jingzhou chose to take his leave.

    After ordering a eunuch to personally escort Ming Jingzhou out of the palace, Emperor Longfeng turned to his personal eunuch and asked, "Did someone from Bright Moon Palace come earlier?"

    "Your Majesty, Consort Su sent someone to borrow a painting. Seeing that you were in discussion with Minister Ming, I took the liberty of selecting one for her."

    Emperor Longfeng was not angered but rather pleased. It seemed his beloved consort was quite satisfied with this marriage arrangement. To ensure a harmonious relationship with her future daughter-in-law, she had even taken the initiative to appreciate paintings.

    "Which painting did you choose?"

    "The masterpiece from the previous dynasty, *The Four Seasons of Absurdity*."

    "Good," Emperor Longfeng nodded in approval. The painting was originally created to mock those who painted without understanding the changes of the seasons, resulting in mismatched elements. Its meaning was straightforward, bizarre, and amusing, making it ideal for beginners to appreciate.

    "Very well."

 Chapter 3

    As an emperor, Emperor Longfeng was well aware that Ming Jingzhou was reluctant to marry his daughter into the imperial family. However, the daughter of the Ming family was the best candidate.

    The three Ming brothers were upright officials, devoted to the court and the people. Forming a marital alliance with their family was the best choice for Prince Chen.

    In the past, he had always regretted that the three brothers only had sons, making it impossible to establish a familial bond. Now that the third brother''s daughter had been found, there was no better time to act.

    A thin-skinned person could never be an emperor.

    After some thought, Emperor Longfeng ordered the palace servants to deliver several pieces of calligraphy and paintings to Bright Moon Palace. It was rare for his beloved consort to show such refined interests, and he wanted to support her.

    Compared to Ming Jingzhou, who had left in defeat, Jiuzhu was having a delightful time at Bright Moon Palace. She accompanied Consort Su in admiring the paintings and was then invited to stay for a meal.

    The food was exquisite, and the servants attending to her were considerate. By the end of the meal, she was thoroughly satisfied and brimming with joy.

    Consort Su glanced at the empty plates on the table and gestured for the servants to clear the table.

    This young girl, though petite, certainly had a hearty appetite.

    "Your Highness, His Majesty has sent over several treasured paintings," a female official whispered to Consort Su. "Shall we show them to Miss Ming?"

    Consort Su coughed lightly and glanced at Jiuzhu, who was rinsing her hands and mouth. "Next time," she said softly.

    Seeing Consort Su and the female official whispering, Jiuzhu thought they had matters to discuss. After drying her hands, she stood up and bowed. "The afternoon brings drowsiness. Please rest well, Your Highness. I shall visit again in the future."

    Consort Su smiled. "I won''t keep you, but since this is our first meeting, I can''t let you leave empty-handed."

    With that, she ordered the servants to bring out the gifts that had been prepared in advance.

    Gold, jade, emeralds, silk, and satin¡ªdozens of servants carried trays filled to the brim.

    The dazzling array of jewelry on the trays made Jiuzhu clutch her chest, momentarily breathless.

    Having lived in poverty with her two masters for over a decade, she couldn''t help but be drawn to the glittering treasures. Her eyes kept wandering toward them.

    "These are just things that young ladies enjoy. Take them back and have fun with them," Consort Su said, noticing Jiuzhu''s wide-eyed expression. "Do you like them?"

    "I do," Jiuzhu replied honestly. What young girl wouldn''t adore such sparkling, beautiful things?

    "I''m glad you like them," Consort Su said, clearly pleased with her response. She instructed her most trusted female official to personally escort Jiuzhu out of the palace.

    "See? What young girl doesn''t love beautiful jewelry?" Consort Su leaned back on her couch. "You all suggested books and paintings, but those are hardly interesting."

    A maid smiled and said, "Your Highness is truly foresighted."

    "Not only is Your Highness foresighted, but this servant also noticed that Miss Ming seems to share a mother-daughter bond with you," another maid chimed in. "She was so warm and familiar with Your Highness, as if they were long-lost relatives."

    "As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together."

    Consort Su was thoroughly amused by her maids'' banter. Initially, she had been reluctant about this marriage arrangement, but she understood the emperor''s intentions.

    Most of the court officials disliked her and her child, even referring to her as a "seductive consort" behind her back. Marrying Prince Chen to a daughter of the Ming family might not change their opinions, but it could at least ease the tension between them.

    As for deeper implications, Consort Su didn''t bother to dwell on them¡ªit was futile.

    What she hadn''t expected was that Jiuzhu, this young girl, would be so endearing. Sweet and charming, she didn''t seem like a child raised in a scholarly family.

    "What? Consort Su gave Miss Ming a pile of gold and jewelry as a meeting gift?"

    When Consort Ning heard the report from her servant, she laughed heartily. "A merchant''s daughter will always be a merchant''s daughter¡ªso vulgar in her ways. The Ming family has two top scholars and one third-place scholar among the brothers, and their descendants are all refined gentlemen. How could they possibly appreciate such gaudy trinkets?"

    "Your Highness, I also heard that Minister Ming visited the emperor today, hoping to annul the marriage."

    "Once the emperor has made a decision, no one can change it," Consort Ning said, her smile fading. "Ming Jingzhou is wasting his efforts."

    "What should we do? What if the Ming family starts supporting Prince Chen?"

    "Impossible," Consort Ning cut off her servant''s speculation firmly. "Since ancient times, how many families have ever sacrificed their own glory to strategize for a daughter married into another family?"

    "Women," Consort Ning smiled, though her eyes held no warmth, "are merely tools for families to weigh their interests."

    "Your Highness."

    "Enough. I understand," Consort Ning said coldly. "Let''s see how far Consort Su and her future daughter-in-law can go."

    Since ancient times, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships have been fraught with tension, especially when one is a merchant-born favored consort and the other is a daughter of a scholarly family.

    Let''s wait and see¡ªthere will be plenty of drama to come.

    On the palace path, Jiuzhu sat in a sedan chair, spotting a child accompanied by a few eunuchs walking toward her.

    The child was dressed in fine robes, though without any royal insignia. His chin was slightly raised, exuding an air of arrogance. He looked at Jiuzhu sitting in the sedan chair and asked, "Who are you?"

    Jiuzhu looked down at him and replied earnestly, "When asking for someone''s name, you should first introduce yourself."

    The child was young, and there was still hope for him to learn manners.

    "I''m a child, and I''m also Prince Qi''s cousin," the boy said, tilting his head even higher, waiting for Jiuzhu to yield. "You should give way to me."

    Even the palace consorts treated him with respect. The noble young ladies he usually met would always strike up a conversation with him.

    Jiuzhu averted her gaze and ignored him.

    A misbehaving child is often the result of being spoiled.

    "Auntie, greetings," the eunuch following the child recognized the female official from Bright Moon Palace and turned pale, quickly bowing. "Young Master Zheng is still young. If he has spoken improperly, please forgive him."

    The female official from Bright Moon Palace smiled. "I am merely following Her Highness''s orders to escort Miss Ming out of the palace. I do not deserve such courtesy."

    Miss Ming?

    The eunuch''s knees went weak, and he knelt on the ground. The news that the emperor had personally arranged for the Minister of Rites to act as a matchmaker, betrothing Miss Ming to Prince Chen, had already spread throughout the palace.

    He wouldn''t dare offend the future Princess Chen, even with ten lives to spare.

    Jiuzhu was puzzled. Why had he suddenly knelt?

    The little brat, unaware that his companion was terrified, looked at the phoenix hairpin in Jiuzhu''s hair. "That hairpin is pretty."

    Usually, when he said this, the other person would give it to him.

    "Oh," Jiuzhu touched the hairpin and nodded. "I think so too."

    The child stared at Jiuzhu.

    And then?

    Jiuzhu stared back at the child.

    What, did he expect her to praise his taste?

    "Young Master," the kneeling eunuch gently tugged at his sleeve. "This is Miss Ming, the betrothed of Prince Chen."

    This was someone they truly couldn''t afford to offend.

    Young Master Zheng pulled his sleeve away from the eunuch''s grasp and muttered, "So she''s part of the seductive consort''s family."

    The servants from Bright Moon Palace maintained their smiles, as if they hadn''t heard the remark, but the eunuchs were already trembling with fear.

    Seductive consort?

    Jiuzhu glanced at the female official from Bright Moon Palace, who nodded slightly.

    Only then did she realize that the brat was referring to Consort Su.

    "Miss Ming, you need not take a child''s words to heart," the female official said, seeing Jiuzhu frown. She curtsied. "Her Highness would not hold it against a child."

    "Her Highness is kind and magnanimous, but that doesn''t mean others can speak carelessly," Jiuzhu said, her hands itching. If this were Lingzhou, such a disrespectful brat would have been disciplined long ago.

    Kind?

    Magnanimous?

    The kneeling eunuchs wondered if they had misheard. What on earth was Miss Ming talking about?

    "Children who misbehave often haven''t studied properly," Jiuzhu, considering herself a reasonable person, thought that since she couldn''t discipline the child herself, she should inform his guardian. "Earlier, you mentioned that this young master is Prince Qi''s cousin?"

    Dealing with such matters, reporting to the parents was always the right approach.

    But who was Prince Qi? Never mind, it didn''t matter.

    "Auntie, perhaps we could have someone escort Young Master Zheng back to Prince Qi and let His Highness handle the matter," Jiuzhu suggested after some thought. "Prince Qi is gentle and refined, and I''m sure he can correct Young Master Zheng''s improper speech."

    She wasn¡¯t sure what Prince Qi looked like, but complimenting someone¡¯s temperament was always a safe bet.

    ¡°Understood,¡± the palace maid smiled. ¡°This servant will carry out your orders.¡±

    Watching the mischievous child being led away with a dejected expression, Jiuzhu snorted softly. What did a little brat like that know about women?

    Consort Su was clearly a fairy.

    Within two days, the news of the engagement between the young lady of the Ming family and Prince Chen had spread throughout the entire Capital City.

    ¡°We all know Master Ming¡¯s temperament, so there¡¯s no need for him to feel troubled.¡±

    ¡°A married daughter is like spilled water. Master Ming, try to take it easy, try to take it easy.¡±

    Ming Jingzhou left behind the officials who were trying to comfort him and stepped into his carriage with a grim expression.

    Easy for them to say. It wasn¡¯t their daughter being married off. How could this be something to take lightly?

    What was wrong with having a daughter? Did that mean she wasn¡¯t worth cherishing?

    As a heartbroken father, Ming Jingzhou looked at his colleagues, whom he usually got along with, and found them increasingly irritating.

    When he returned home and saw his sweet, lovely, and beautiful daughter, he nearly shed tears of sorrow. S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Seeing his expression, Lady Shen knew he still couldn¡¯t accept the fact that their daughter was to marry Prince Chen. While comforting him, she called for their nephew to take Jiuzhu out for a walk.

    These days, she had been feeling anxious and hesitant, even afraid to let her daughter leave the house. It was as if once Jiuzhu stepped out, she would disappear and never return.

    Jiuzhu was very obedient. If she wasn¡¯t allowed to go out, she would stay in the mansion to keep her mother company, never making a fuss about wanting to leave.

    But since the Emperor was determined to have her daughter become Prince Chen¡¯s consort, as a mother, she had to force herself to let go. She didn¡¯t want her love, tainted with guilt, to become a cage for her daughter. That wasn¡¯t love¡ªit was harm.

    ¡°I don¡¯t like going out. I want to stay home and keep you company,¡± Jiuzhu gently held Lady Shen¡¯s hand, her eyes shining brighter than the stars.

    ¡°Your father and I have some matters to attend to. Go with your cousin and help me pick out a few boxes of rouge,¡± Lady Shen smiled as she adjusted Jiuzhu¡¯s shawl. ¡°Go on. I¡¯ll have the kitchen prepare your favorite dishes for dinner.¡±

    ¡°Then I¡¯ll come back soon,¡± Jiuzhu squeezed Lady Shen¡¯s hand slightly before standing up and heading toward the door.

    Lady Shen unconsciously followed her to her feet, taking a couple of steps toward the door before forcing herself to stop.

    ¡°Mother,¡± Jiuzhu turned back at the doorway, her eyes curving into a smile. ¡°Don¡¯t forget, I want to eat eggplant rolls for dinner.¡±

    In that moment when her daughter turned back with a smile, Lady Shen¡¯s heart settled.

    Her child was right here.

    She was just like any ordinary child, going out but still remembering to act spoiled with her family, reminding them of what she wanted to eat for dinner.

 Chapter 4

    ¡°Sister, this street has many rouge shops and jade stores. Women often come here in their leisure time.¡± Ming Cunfu lifted the curtain, allowing Jiuzhu to see the scenery outside more clearly.

    Jiuzhu leaned forward, noticing many young women walking together, occasionally whispering and laughing. The pearl flowers in their hair swayed gently with their movements.

    Scholarly men, dressed in traditional robes, bowed gracefully from a distance toward the women.

    As carriages and sedan chairs passed by, the accompanying servants lowered their heads quietly, showing no signs of arrogance.

    Cleanly dressed constables patrolled the streets, their swords hanging at their waists. When they encountered acquaintances, they exchanged a few words and casually picked up a child who had fallen. The child, about to cry, noticed the sword at the constable¡¯s waist and swallowed his tears. He reached out a dirty little hand and timidly touched the hilt of the sword.

    The constable pretended not to notice the child¡¯s curiosity and handed him back to his grateful parents before disappearing into the crowd.

    ¡°We¡¯ve arrived at the rouge shop.¡±

    Jiuzhu snapped out of her reverie. ¡°We¡¯re here?¡±

    ¡°Yes.¡± Ming Cunfu stepped down from the carriage and extended his hand to Jiuzhu. ¡°Come, let¡¯s get down.¡±

    As Jiuzhu bent to step out of the carriage, she heard the sound of hoofbeats.

    She turned her head and saw a handsome young man in a purple robe riding a majestic white horse. The purple robes fluttered in the breeze, a striking contrast against the quiet street.

    The horse moved slowly, and the young man¡¯s posture was relaxed, as if nothing in the world could catch his attention.

    ¡°Sister, what are you looking at?¡± Ming Cunfu followed Jiuzhu¡¯s gaze and saw a clothing shop. ¡°Do you see something you like?¡±

    The young man on the white horse had already turned into a nearby alley. Jiuzhu looked away. ¡°Brother, I was just admiring the scenery.¡±

    Scenery?

    Ming Cunfu was momentarily puzzled, then felt a pang of pity. His cousin had spent years living in the countryside, so even an ordinary street in the capital seemed like a sight to her.

    He touched the money pouch at his waist and made up his mind. ¡°Come, let¡¯s pick out some clothes. Buy whatever you like.¡±

    His family was strict, and his monthly allowance was never generous. Saving up this money had taken considerable effort. But Jiuzhu was his only cousin, and as her elder brother, he decided to be a little more generous.

    ¡°Alright.¡± Jiuzhu nodded and jumped down from the carriage.

    Ming Cunfu glanced at his empty hand and then at his cousin, who was already walking briskly toward the rouge shop. He discreetly looked around and sighed to himself.

    As long as no one saw, it didn¡¯t count as being improper.

    As soon as the siblings entered the rouge shop, someone approached Ming Cunfu.

    ¡°Brother Ming.¡± Zhou Shucheng, seeing Ming Cunfu accompanied by a young woman for the first time, bowed slightly. ¡°Brother Lin is hosting a banquet at his villa today. Why didn¡¯t you attend?¡±

    ¡°Brother Zhou.¡± Ming Cunfu returned the greeting. ¡°I¡¯ve been busy with family matters recently and haven¡¯t had much free time. Please convey my apologies to Brother Lin.¡±

    Zhou Shucheng thought for a moment and understood. Ming Cunfu¡¯s father had recently been sent on an imperial mission to the south, and the family, worried about his studies, had entrusted him to Ming Jingzhou¡¯s care.

    The news of Ming Jingzhou¡¯s daughter being betrothed to Prince Chen had spread far and wide. No wonder Ming Cunfu had been keeping a low profile these days.

    ¡°And this young lady¡­¡±

    ¡°This is my cousin.¡± Ming Cunfu smiled. ¡°She just returned to the capital, so as her elder brother, I naturally have to spend more time with her.¡±

    Zhou Shucheng nodded politely and bowed to Jiuzhu. ¡°Miss Ming, it¡¯s a pleasure to meet you.¡±

    The three Ming brothers were known for their close bond. When the eldest brother was framed by villains, the other two chose to stand by him, even at the risk of imprisonment.

    In the face of life and death, they had remained steadfast in their brotherly loyalty, a quality that set them apart from many other families. S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    It was just unfortunate that their only daughter in the next generation was to marry Prince Chen.

    Jiuzhu felt that the way Zhou Shucheng looked at her was a bit strange¡ªas if she were a rabbit shot by an arrow, about to be skinned and roasted.

    ¡°Take care, honored guests.¡±

    Hearing the commotion, Jiuzhu looked up and locked eyes with a woman descending the stairs.

    The woman paused, then, seeing Jiuzhu smile at her, returned the smile with a slight curve of her lips.

    ¡°Brother, I¡¯ve finished picking out my things.¡± The woman walked over to Zhou Shucheng and curtsied slightly to the Ming siblings. ¡°Master Ming, Miss Ming.¡±

    Here it was again¡ªthat look, as if she were a rabbit on a roasting spit.

    After the Zhou siblings left, Jiuzhu whispered to Ming Cunfu, ¡°Brother, does everyone in the capital know that I used to be poor?¡±

    Otherwise, why did everyone look at her like that?

    Ming Cunfu: ¡°¡­¡±

    No, they¡¯re just pitying you for marrying someone¡­ unusual.

    ¡°Ah.¡± Jiuzhu sighed. If she had met these kind-hearted people of the capital a few years earlier, they surely would have been willing to donate to the temple.

    After selecting a few boxes of the latest rouge, Jiuzhu followed Ming Cunfu to a clothing shop.

    The capital was a place of great prosperity, and the fabrics used for clothing were exquisite. Seeing that the shop was mostly filled with female customers, Ming Cunfu retreated to the back to have tea, leaving his maid, Chunfen, to accompany Jiuzhu as she tried on clothes.

    The clothing shops frequented by the nobility often had areas for male guests to rest, likely to allow them to wait patiently while the women shopped undisturbed.

    ¡°Miss, your figure is so lovely. Everything looks good on you.¡± The shop assistant was full of praise, finding something new to compliment with each outfit Jiuzhu tried on.

    ¡°This dress, paired with the latest hairpin, would make you look like a fairy descending from the moon.¡± The assistant adjusted Jiuzhu¡¯s skirt. ¡°We have jewelry and jade pieces on the third floor. Would you like to take a look?¡±

    ¡°Miss, since Sixth Brother is paying today, you should buy as much as you can.¡± Chunfen whispered in Jiuzhu¡¯s ear with a smile. ¡°When Third Brother was in the capital, Sixth Brother always made him pay. You should help Third Brother get his money¡¯s worth.¡±

    In Ming Cunfu¡¯s generation, the siblings were ranked according to their birth order. Ming Cunfu was the sixth, while Jiuzhu¡¯s own brother, Ming Jiyuan, was the third. Though Jiuzhu had never met her brother, she had heard many stories about him from her parents.

    ¡°Isn¡¯t that a bit too much?¡± Jiuzhu said, though her feet were already moving toward the stairs.

    Few younger sisters ever felt truly guilty about spending their brothers¡¯ money.

    The shop assistant¡¯s smile grew even brighter. What shop assistant would ever complain about customers buying more?

    Golden branch hairpins, vermillion-dyed hairpins, jade pearl crowns¡ªif no one bought them, wouldn¡¯t they be lonely?

    ¡°Why are these hairpins and ornaments so gaudy lately? Golden branches, red beads, and tortoiseshell¡ªutterly tasteless!¡±

    Jiuzhu, who had been admiring a golden branch hairpin, turned her head to look at the young man who had spoken.

    ¡°Only this jade bracelet is somewhat acceptable.¡±

    Jiuzhu, who hadn¡¯t been interested in the jade bracelet to begin with: ¡°¡­¡±

    ¡°Sir, these are the latest styles,¡± the shop assistant explained with a polite smile. ¡°If you don¡¯t like them, we can show you some other designs.¡±

    ¡°What¡¯s popular is just whatever some noble in the palace happens to like these days, and everyone else follows suit.¡± The young man scoffed, his tone dismissive, as he pointed to a few items. ¡°Just these. The rest are unnecessary.¡±

    ¡°Miss,¡± the shop assistant pretended not to hear the man¡¯s comments and quietly asked Jiuzhu, ¡°Would you like to try this on?¡±

    ¡°Sure.¡± Jiuzhu handed the golden branch hairpin to the assistant and picked up a bronze mirror to look at herself.

    Her hair was thick and dark, and the golden branch hairpin nestled within it, far from looking gaudy, resembled a star that had accidentally fallen into her hair.

    The young man, who had just taken a jewelry box from the assistant, turned to leave but caught sight of Jiuzhu admiring herself in the mirror. ¡°Such a vulgar¡­¡±

    Hmm?

    Hmm¡­

    Perhaps it wasn¡¯t so vulgar after all.

    ¡°It¡¯s pretty,¡± Jiuzhu said, touching the hairpin. ¡°I like it.¡±

    Seeing the young man who had called the hairpin vulgar now staring at her, Jiuzhu widened her eyes.

    What, just because he thought it was vulgar, he didn¡¯t want others to buy it?

    ¡°Miss, you have excellent taste. That hairpin in your hair looks like a branch from the moon palace or a flower from the heavenly pond.¡± The young man cleared his throat and bowed slightly to Jiuzhu.

    Jiuzhu: ¡°¡­¡±

    As if she hadn¡¯t heard what he¡¯d said earlier.

    No wonder her masters had warned her before she came to the capital that some people here were cunning and that one should be cautious about speaking too freely.

    ¡°I am Zheng Wangnan, heir to the Pingyuan Marquisate. May I ask which family you belong to, Miss?¡± The young man took a step closer when Jiuzhu didn¡¯t respond.

    Pingyuan Marquisate, Zheng¡­

    Isn¡¯t that the family of the brat who called the Imperial Consort a demoness in the palace?

    Jiuzhu stood up: "My tastes are rather vulgar, and I have no intention of disturbing you. Farewell."

    People who can''t even raise their children properly must have something wrong with their heads. She decided to keep her distance¡ªwho knows if their idiocy might be contagious?

    Watching the girl hurriedly leave, Zheng Wangnan couldn¡¯t help but feel she was fleeing in panic.

    He turned to his attendant: "Am I that ugly?"

    "Young Master, you are dignified and handsome, with a face as fair as jade."

    Zheng Wangnan turned back to the shopkeeper: "I¡¯ll take one of those hairpins the young lady was wearing earlier."

    "Young Master," the attendant whispered, "didn¡¯t you say it was vulgar?"

    "Have you ever heard this saying?" Zheng Wangnan raised an eyebrow, his expression enigmatic.

    "What?"

    "Men are fickle creatures."

    "Oh, really?" A lazy voice chimed in. "Show me how fickle you are."

    Zheng Wangnan turned toward the voice, his grip on the jewelry box almost faltering. He couldn¡¯t help but glance at the private room nearby. Why hadn¡¯t anyone told him *he* was here?

    "Earlier, I overheard you criticizing the tastes of the palace¡¯s esteemed figures," the purple-robed man said, idly playing with a horsewhip as he lounged in his chair. "Which noble¡¯s preferences have so displeased you, Young Master Zheng?"

    "Your Highness, I didn¡¯t know you were here. My apologies for the disrespect." Zheng Wangnan bowed deeply.

    "Hmm." The purple-robed man nodded slightly. "It¡¯s not your fault. It¡¯s mine for being here. Unfortunately, I¡¯m in a bad mood today and can¡¯t stand to hear anyone call things ¡®vulgar.¡¯"

    He tossed the horsewhip onto the table. "What was your full name again?"

    Zheng Wangnan clenched his teeth. He was the cousin of Prince Qi, the eldest son of the Pingyuan Marquisate. How could Prince Chen not know his name? This was nothing but humiliation.

    "Never mind," the purple-robed man stood up. "Even if you told me, I wouldn¡¯t remember it."

    With that, he looked at Zheng Wangnan, whose shoulders were trembling slightly, and suddenly laughed. "Don¡¯t be afraid. I¡¯m always lenient with mediocrities."

    Zheng Wangnan trembled even more.

    The last person you were "lenient" with is still hauling rocks in the outskirts of the city.

    Do you think I¡¯d believe your nonsense?

    Not a chance!

 Chapter 5

    Although they had encountered the troublesome Zheng Family, shopping for clothes and jewelry was still a delightful experience. The only downside was when Ming Cunfu, her sixth brother, paid the bill, his hand trembled slightly.

    "Little sister," Ming Cunfu said, touching his now half-empty purse, "why don¡¯t you wait for me in the carriage? I¡¯ll go to the bookstore across the street to pick up a few books."

    "Sure," Jiuzhu replied, happily touching the new hairpin she had just bought.

    Seeing the smile on his sister¡¯s face, Ming Cunfu began to reflect on whether he was being too stingy. As long as his sister was happy, why should he care about the money?

    "I¡¯ll be back soon," Ming Cunfu instructed Chunfen, "take good care of her."

    "Don¡¯t worry, brother, I¡¯ll wait obediently in the carriage," Jiuzhu waved her hand. "Take your time choosing books."

    "Then I¡¯ll be back shortly."

    The carriage was parked right outside the clothing store. As Jiuzhu approached the carriage, she heard a woman screaming.

    "A bug! A bug!"

    "It jumped onto my clothes! Get it off me!"

    Seeing the woman in a state of panic, frantically shaking her sleeves, Jiuzhu quickly stepped forward and caught the bug on the woman¡¯s sleeve.

    "Don¡¯t be afraid, miss. It¡¯s just a cricket," Jiuzhu said, hiding the cricket behind her back to prevent the woman from seeing it and getting scared again.

    "Thank you," the woman said, her fear gradually subsiding. After thanking Jiuzhu, she hurriedly climbed into her own carriage.

    "Little girl, that¡¯s my prized champion."

    Jiuzhu turned around and saw the Purple-Robed Young Master standing at the entrance of the clothing store, holding a cricket cage and smiling at her.

    "Yours?"

    "Of course," the Purple-Robed Young Master opened his palm. "Well, this little traitor escaped from its master. It¡¯s better to hand it over to me, its rightful owner." Sear?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Alright," Jiuzhu jogged over to him and placed the cricket into his slightly pale palm.

    The so-called "champion" struggled weakly in the Purple-Robed Young Master¡¯s hand for a moment before completely stopping.

    "Um¡­" Jiuzhu quietly took a step back, glancing at the Purple-Robed Young Master¡¯s expression before taking another small step back. "I might have accidentally used a bit too much force just now."

    To emphasize her point, she gestured with her thumb and forefinger, showing a tiny distance. "Really, just a little bit."

    The Purple-Robed Young Master raised an eyebrow, tossed the "champion¡¯s" remains into the cricket cage, and one of his attendants quickly took the cage while another handed him a clean handkerchief.

    As the young master leisurely wiped his hands, Jiuzhu rummaged through her purse and pulled out a small piece of silver. After a moment¡¯s thought, she decided it was too large and put it back, continuing to search until she found a smaller silver piece. She quickly stepped forward, placed it in the Purple-Robed Young Master¡¯s palm, and then retreated several steps.

    "Such a generous amount of silver," the Purple-Robed Young Master remarked, holding up the tiny silver piece between his fingers. "You¡¯re quite generous, miss."

    Jiuzhu was reluctant to part with the silver, but she hadn¡¯t brought any copper coins with her.

    "It¡¯s nothing," she said, forcing herself not to look at the silver in his hand. "Consider it a funeral expense for the cricket."

    The attendant holding the cricket cage trembled slightly, but as a professional servant of the prince¡¯s household, he didn¡¯t dare show any emotion before his master spoke.

    "Very well," the Purple-Robed Young Master casually tucked the silver piece into his belt. "As you wish, I¡¯ll make sure the champion gets a proper burial."

    "Um¡­" Jiuzhu bowed slightly in apology. "I¡¯m sorry."

    Although it wasn¡¯t intentional, she had indeed accidentally killed the cricket.

    She blamed her lack of experience, not knowing that people in the capital kept crickets as pets.

    "Forget it," the Purple-Robed Young Master mounted his horse and took the whip from his attendant. "It was bound to die anyway."

    He raised the whip to leave but suddenly turned back to look at the gold and flower hairpin on Jiuzhu¡¯s temple. "Which family are you from? I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve seen you before."

    Jiuzhu¡¯s dark eyes looked at the Purple-Robed Young Master as she shuffled her feet and retreated to her carriage.

    What was it with the boys in the capital? Why did they always ask for a girl¡¯s name and family as soon as they met her?

    Noticing the girl¡¯s reaction, the Purple-Robed Young Master clicked his tongue. Whose family had raised such a naive girl? If she married into a family like this, wouldn¡¯t she be bullied into submission by her in-laws?

    After the Purple-Robed Young Master gave her a look that seemed to say "this rabbit is about to be roasted," he finally whipped his horse and left. Jiuzhu was now certain of one thing:

    The problem wasn¡¯t her; it was the entire capital.

    "Little sister," Ming Cunfu returned with a few books in his arms. "Let¡¯s go home."

    "Okay."

    Once in the carriage, Jiuzhu clutched her purse, feeling a pang of regret. "Sixth brother, I accidentally killed someone¡¯s cricket and had to pay for its funeral."

    "What cricket?" Ming Cunfu knew that some of the young nobles in the capital enjoyed keeping crickets and betting on cricket fights.

    "Its owner called it the champion."

    "What?" Ming Cunfu, who had been lounging lazily, suddenly sat up straight. "The champion?"

    In the entire capital, apart from the eccentric Prince Chen, who else would dare give a cricket such a name?

    "How much¡­ did you pay?" he asked, his throat dry.

    "I paid this much silver," Jiuzhu held up her pinky finger, showing about half the size of a fingernail.

    Ming Cunfu immediately relaxed. At such a low price, it couldn¡¯t possibly be Prince Chen¡¯s champion.

    Rumor had it that Prince Chen had spent nearly a hundred gold coins to buy a cricket and named it the champion. If it had really been His Highness¡¯s cricket, the little silver Jiuzhu had paid wouldn¡¯t even cover the cost of burying a few of its legs.

    A few days later, while Jiuzhu was having tea with her mother at home, her father, Ming Jingzhou, walked in with a grave expression.

    "What¡¯s the matter?" Lady Shen asked casually.

    "Just some minor court matters," Ming Jingzhou forced a smile and took a sip of the leftover tea from Lady Shen¡¯s cup. "Today, someone proposed in court that the Emperor should name an heir. Princes Huai and Qi have the highest support."

    "And the Emperor?" Lady Shen handed him a piece of pastry.

    "The Emperor was furious," Ming Jingzhou sat down at the table, eating the pastry with the leftover tea, and glanced at his daughter.

    Jiuzhu looked at him, puzzled.

    "Ah," Ming Jingzhou sighed.

    All the other princes had supporters, but his daughter¡¯s fianc¨¦, Prince Chen, was disliked by both civil and military officials. No one had recommended him.

    "What¡¯s wrong?" Jiuzhu gently patted her father¡¯s back. "Did the Emperor also dislike the prince you recommended?"

    Ming Jingzhou silently shook his head. If that were the case, he wouldn¡¯t be sighing.

    "You said the Emperor is only fifty-one, right?" Jiuzhu didn¡¯t understand why the court officials were in such a hurry to have the Emperor name an heir. It was like pointing at a vigorous elder and saying, "I think you¡¯re going to die soon, so let¡¯s divide the family property in advance."

    Ming Jingzhou nodded.

    "The Emperor is full of energy, rules the land, and has the hearts of the people. He even holds the power to command the army," Jiuzhu looked at her father in confusion. "What good does it do him to name an heir so early?"

    "But all the princes are adults now, and the Emperor favors Consort Su. I¡¯m afraid the empire might fall into the hands of her and her son."

    "They¡¯re all the Emperor¡¯s sons. Why can¡¯t Prince Chen¡­"

    Lady Shen stuffed a piece of candy into Jiuzhu¡¯s mouth and whispered, "Jiuzhu, dear, let¡¯s not talk about court matters."

    Jiuzhu crunched on the candy. They could talk about Princes Huai and Qi, but why not Prince Chen?

    Thinking about how even children dared to call Consort Su a "witch," Jiuzhu felt uneasy. How could such a kind-hearted woman and her son, Prince Chen, withstand the hostility of the capital?

    "Prince Chen¡¯s actions are quite outrageous," Ming Jingzhou said, his forehead wrinkling as he spoke of his future son-in-law. "I heard that a few days ago, the Heir of Pingyuan Marquis offended him, so Prince Chen made him copy books in a school."

    "What¡¯s wrong with copying books?" Lady Shen was surprised. Compared to his usual methods, Prince Chen¡¯s punishment this time was relatively mild.

    "He sent Zheng Wangnan to the beginner¡¯s class for young children."

    Whether this punishment was severe or not was debatable, but it was certainly humiliating.

    "Zheng Wangnan must have done something very wrong for Prince Chen to punish him like that," Jiuzhu said firmly. "Prince Chen is gentle and kind. He wouldn¡¯t punish someone without a good reason."

    Lady Shen and Ming Jingzhou exchanged a look.

    Daughter, what kind of twisted misunderstanding do you have about Prince Chen¡¯s character?

    "That Zheng Wangnan, my daughter met him when she went out with Sixth Brother last time," Jiuzhu recounted the incident. "Not only did he mock the style of the hairpin I chose as tacky, but he also tried to ask which family I belonged to."

    "I suspect," she touched her chin, her expression profound, her eyes filled with wisdom, "he wanted to find out which family I was from so he could mock my entire family."

    "Nonsense, what do men know about jewelry and accessories?" Lady Shen absolutely could not tolerate anyone speaking ill of her daughter, who had been so hard to find and bring back. "Such an ignorant man should be sent to the beginner''s class for toddlers."

    "My lady, it''s the Class A," the servant reminded.

    Which was the class for the youngest children.

    "But... wouldn''t the other children be influenced by him?" She remembered a distant relative''s child was in Class A of the beginner''s class.

    Every family''s child is precious; they shouldn''t be corrupted by Zheng Wangnan.

    "Well, perhaps it''s not necessary to go that far..." Ming Jingzhou coughed lightly, steering the conversation away, and turned to ask Jiuzhu, "Jiuzhu, where did you hear that Prince Chen is... gentle and kind?"

    How could such an outrageous rumor spread in the capital?

    "Isn''t that the truth?"

    Ming Jingzhou: "..."

    The rumor was about as far from the truth as one could get.

    At least it wasn''t as distant as the ends of the earth.

    In fact, half of the statement "Prince Chen is gentle and kind" was true.

    For example, the part about "Prince Chen."

 Chapter 6

    In the quiet of the night, Ming Jingzhou helped Lady Shen remove her hairpin. "My lady, did Jiuzhu suffer any grievances when she entered the palace a few days ago?"

    Lady Shen shook her head. "She seemed very happy when she returned, so I didn¡¯t ask much. I suppose she got along well with Consort Su."

    Consort Su had enjoyed the emperor''s favor for many years and was not an easy person to get along with. Jiuzhu''s marriage to the Chen Prince''s Mansion was already a done deal, and Lady Shen secretly hoped that Jiuzhu could win Consort Su''s affection.

    "I wonder who bewitched our daughter into thinking that Prince Chen is a rare good man in the world..."

    "Perhaps it was Consort Su?" Lady Shen sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed softly. "Jiuzhu is simple-hearted. Consort Su, who has managed to keep the emperor devoted to her alone, probably only needed a few words to charm Jiuzhu."

    At this, Lady Shen''s brows furrowed slightly. "Is there really no room for compromise with His Majesty?"

    Ming Jingzhou straightened the quilt and lay down beside Lady Shen. "The Imperial Astronomical Bureau has already begun calculating auspicious dates for the wedding. There¡¯s no turning back now."

    "If it weren¡¯t for the rumors about Miss Sun and Prince Qi boating on the lake before her engagement to Prince Chen was finalized, our Jiuzhu wouldn¡¯t have to marry that troublemaker." When it came to protecting their child, parents often threw reason out the window. Lady Shen couldn¡¯t bear the thought of her daughter marrying Prince Chen and even resented Miss Sun for it.

    Knowing his wife was just venting, Ming Jingzhou didn¡¯t argue. A wise man, whether he agreed or not, would never play the role of a reasonable gentleman when his wife was complaining about others, as the consequences could be dire.

    Women were the best teachers in teaching men the art of flexibility.

    Jiuzhu had no idea that her parents were lying in bed worrying about her marriage. She leaned on the windowsill, gazing up at the stars in the night sky, wondering what her two masters were doing at that moment.

    Were they arguing over who would wash the dishes, or were they admiring the moon?

    On the day she left, she...

    "Miss." Chunfen stood outside the window with a lantern, softly reminding her, "The autumn night is chilly. You should rest early. Tomorrow, you¡¯ll be climbing the mountain with Lady Shen."

    "Don¡¯t worry, Chunfen. Climbing a mountain is nothing." Jiuzhu proudly lifted her chin. "Not just climbing mountains, even climbing trees is a piece of cake for me."

    The Taoist temple she lived in was deep in the mountains and forests. When she had nothing to do and didn¡¯t feel like studying, she would sneak up to the mountain peak to watch the sunrise and sunset, listening to the birdsong.

    "I know climbing a mountain won¡¯t be a challenge for you," Chunfen explained with a gentle smile. "But getting enough sleep will keep your complexion fresh. Tomorrow, you¡¯ll be meeting other noble ladies during the climb. You mustn¡¯t let them outshine you in looks."

    Jiuzhu rubbed her cheeks. People in the capital were so competitive. Even climbing a mountain had to involve such considerations.

    "Chunfen, all this comparing seems so pointless." She sniffled and pulled the cloak tighter around her shoulders. The night was getting colder.

    Chunfen chuckled. She put down the lantern and helped Jiuzhu adjust her cloak. "Miss, you are the future Princess Chen. Wherever you go, countless eyes will be on you."

    "Does that mean if I embarrass myself, Prince Chen will be embarrassed too?" Jiuzhu obediently stretched her neck, making it easier for Chunfen to fix her cloak.

    Chunfen paused for a moment. She didn¡¯t know what Prince Chen looked like, but given his reputation in the capital, he probably wouldn¡¯t care much about what Jiuzhu did.

    A prince who named his cricket "General Ever-Victorious" and his dog "General Peacekeeper" likely didn¡¯t care about losing face.

    "Chunfen, I¡¯ll go to sleep now. You should rest early too." Jiuzhu pulled her head back inside the window, but before Chunfen could react, she popped it out again. "Sweet dreams!"

    Chunfen smiled and shook her head. Thinking about how such a lovely young lady like Jiuzhu was about to marry Prince Chen, she couldn¡¯t help but feel worried about how much hardship she might endure. Her smile faded.

    Feixia Mountain, located east of the royal retreat, was guarded by soldiers during the Double Ninth Festival to ensure the safety of those who came to climb and enjoy the view.

    On this day, both nobles and commoners could come to climb and admire the scenery.

    The Ming family¡¯s carriage stopped at the foot of Feixia Mountain. Jiuzhu touched the cornus berry sachet at her waist and followed Lady Shen out of the carriage.

    At the base of the mountain, vendors were selling cornus berry wreaths and embroidered handkerchiefs and shawls, creating a lively atmosphere.

    Children surrounded the noble carriages, selling cornus branches. The nobles, not stingy with their money, would buy a few branches. The children, delighted with their earnings, would recite a few auspicious phrases before running off.

    Jiuzhu also bought a few cornus bracelets and handed them out to Lady Shen and the maids.

    The bright red cornus berries looked quite pretty when worn on the wrist.

    Jiuzhu gently shook her wrist, and a gust of wind blew her shawl into her face.

    "Greetings, Prince Qi."

    "Lady Shen, there¡¯s no need for formalities." Prince Qi smiled gracefully and gestured for Lady Shen to rise. His handsome appearance and charming smile made him even more captivating. "The weather is lovely today, and the scenery is beautiful. You and your daughter should take your time to enjoy it."

    Pulling the shawl away from her face, Jiuzhu barely had time to see what the prince looked like before she curtsied.

    "Your Highness is right," Lady Shen said with a faint smile. "My daughter has just returned to the capital, and I wanted to show her the sights. Thanks to His Majesty¡¯s wise governance, the capital is full of beauty. She¡¯s curious about everything, so please forgive her if she seems a bit overwhelmed."

    "Among my brothers, my fifth brother is the most skilled at appreciating scenery." Prince Qi turned his gaze to Jiuzhu. "When your daughter..."

    The young girl in the pale yellow dress looked up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity and innocence.

    "This humble girl greets Your Highness and Lady Shen."

    Prince Qi glanced at the newcomer and nodded slightly. "Miss Sun."

    Sun Caiyao, with a shy expression, curtsied slightly to Prince Qi.

    Jiuzhu looked at Prince Qi and then at Miss Sun, who had walked straight over after getting out of her carriage. She suddenly understood what it meant to "lower one¡¯s brows shyly, hoping the gentleman understands her feelings."

    "My legs are slow, so I¡¯ll take my leave first. Please excuse me, Your Highness and Miss Sun." Lady Shen, being tactful, knew that Prince Qi and Miss Sun, as an engaged couple, would want some private time. It wouldn¡¯t be proper for outsiders to linger.

    "Feel free to go, Lady Shen," Prince Qi said warmly.

    Sun Caiyao watched Jiuzhu¡¯s retreating figure, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip as she lowered her head to hide her emotions.

    "Mother," Jiuzhu whispered as she held Lady Shen¡¯s arm, "I feel like Miss Sun was looking at me strangely."

    Lady Shen scoffed. "A few months ago, His Majesty intended to arrange a marriage between Miss Sun and Prince Chen. Unfortunately, Miss Sun and Prince Qi were already in love. How could His Majesty allow a woman with feelings for another man to marry Prince Chen? So, he changed his mind and arranged for Miss Sun to marry Prince Qi instead."

    "I see," Jiuzhu nodded in understanding.

    "What do you think about it?" Lady Shen asked her daughter.

    What did she think?

    Jiuzhu hesitated before speaking. "Miss Sun and Prince Qi... seem well-matched?"

    Lady Shen: "..."

    She had made a mistake. She shouldn¡¯t have brought it up.

    She needed to start thinking about how to ensure her daughter wouldn¡¯t be taken advantage of by her sisters-in-law after marrying into the royal family. This straightforward, unfiltered personality of hers must have come from her father.

    As they walked, people frequently approached Lady Shen to chat, and nearly everyone looked Jiuzhu up and down as if she were some rare artifact.

    If she could charge people for looking at her, she¡¯d make enough money to fill her purse.

    Finally reaching the pavilion halfway up the mountain, Lady Shen sat down with a few familiar ladies to enjoy tea and conversation. Jiuzhu sat beside them, smiling and nodding, though her heart had already flown to the mountaintop like a sparrow on a branch.

    "I¡¯ll stay here with the ladies for tea. Why don¡¯t you go to the mountaintop and pick some fresh cornus branches for us?" Lady Shen looked at Jiuzhu, who was sitting obediently but fidgeting with her feet, and smiled. "Young girls have plenty of energy. This task is perfect for you."

    "Of course." Jiuzhu stood up and curtsied. "Mother and ladies, please wait a moment. I¡¯ll be right back."

    With that, she lifted her skirt and trotted out of the pavilion.

    The ladies watched Jiuzhu¡¯s retreating figure and remarked, "Your daughter is truly lovely."

    It¡¯s just a pity about the man she¡¯s marrying.

    "You¡¯re too kind. She¡¯s still such a child at heart," Lady Shen said with a modest smile. "As parents, we only wish for her health and happiness. That¡¯s all that matters."

    The other ladies nodded in agreement. What parent doesn¡¯t wish for their child to be free from illness and misfortune, and for everything to go smoothly? sea??h th§× N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Chunfen knew her young lady could climb mountains, but she never expected her to be this capable. She sat down on the ground, panting heavily, no longer caring about her ladylike demeanor. Meanwhile, Jiuzhu, delicate and soft as she appeared, didn¡¯t even break a sweat, as if nothing had happened.

    "Chunfen, sit and rest for a while. I¡¯m going to pick some dogwood branches," Jiuzhu said, taking the silk shawl from her arm and handing it to Chunfen. She shook her head with a sigh, "Chunfen, you¡¯re too frail."

    Chunfen: "..."

    Young lady, please face the facts¡ªit¡¯s not that I¡¯m frail, it¡¯s that you¡¯re just too energetic!

    The dogwood tree wasn¡¯t very tall, and its branches were heavy with bright red berries, beautiful and eye-catching. Jiuzhu climbed up the tree effortlessly, carefully selecting the reddest and most attractive branches.

    "Little girl, it¡¯s you again."

    Jiuzhu pushed aside the branches and looked down. It was the purple-robed gentleman she had met before. Today, he was wearing a black robe with red patterns, which made his face look as pale as jade.

    He looked up at Jiuzhu and pointed to a branch near her. "Could you pick that one for me?"

    "This one?" Jiuzhu reached out and snapped the branch with a crisp *crack*. The thumb-sized branch broke off easily in her hand. "Step back, I¡¯ll throw it down to you."

    Seeing the clean break on the dogwood branch, Prince Chen silently took a few steps back.

    With a rustling sound, the branch landed on the ground.

    The autumn wind blew, making the tree sway dangerously. Prince Chen walked back under the tree. "Little girl, come down from there."

    "What?" The wind rustled the branches, making it hard for Jiuzhu to hear. She simply jumped down from the tree, brushing the dust off her palms. "What did you say just now?"

    Prince Chen: "..."

    Whose reckless child is this, acting so boldly?

    As the wind died down, faint voices of men could be heard in the distance.

    "Miss Sun is fortunate to be engaged to Prince Qi."

    "Poor Miss Ming, though. She was raised in Lingzhou, far from her parents, and as soon as she returned to the capital, she was betrothed to Prince Chen. I heard she didn¡¯t leave the house for a whole month after coming back, but in the end, she still couldn¡¯t escape her fate of marrying Prince Chen."

    "You¡¯d better keep quiet. If Prince Chen¡¯s men hear you, you¡¯ll be in trouble. Everyone knows he¡¯s vindictive and unreasonable."

    "Tch!"

    "Hmph!"

    After letting out a scoff, Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu, who was rolling up her sleeves. "Little girl, why are you huffing?"

    Jiuzhu continued rolling up her sleeves and started walking in the direction of the voices.

    "Hey!" Prince Chen reached out and grabbed the back of her collar. "Where do you think you¡¯re going?"

    "To fight!"

 Chapter 7

    ¡°What fight?¡± Prince Chen pulled the girl back: ¡°How can a young girl like you fight against several grown men?¡±

    Jiuzhu stumbled forward a few steps, yanking her collar out of Prince Chen¡¯s grip: ¡°Don¡¯t pull me!¡±

    Bending down, she picked up a large wooden stick from the ground, lifted the hem of her skirt, and charged out with an intimidating aura.

    The soft little white rabbit had transformed into a steel-toothed beast.

    Prince Chen watched as she strode out with the confidence of a thousand soldiers, leaning lazily against a tree trunk.

    ¡°Your Highness,¡± a hidden attendant approached him: ¡°What¡­ what should we do?¡±

    ¡°What else can we do?¡± Prince Chen glanced at the girl, who was now only a few steps away from the men who had been gossiping. ¡°Go and help her fight. Don¡¯t you have brains and eyes? Use them!¡±

    When Jiuzhu got close to the three men, they were still loudly discussing.

    ¡°When it comes to talent and virtue, Prince Qi is truly admirable,¡± the man in the green robe declared. ¡°What¡¯s there to fear? Prince Chen is nothing but an uneducated, temperamental¡­¡±

    ¡°Ouch!¡± Before he could finish, a sharp pain shot through his back. Someone had ambushed him from behind!

    ¡°How dare you!¡± He jumped in pain, turning around to see a delicate-looking young girl holding a large wooden stick.

    ¡°You¡­ you woman! For no reason, why would you¡­¡±

    ¡°How dare you talk behind someone¡¯s back!¡± Jiuzhu swung the stick, which whistled through the air with a terrifying sound.

    The man who had been hit scrambled away in fear. One of the other men tried to grab the stick from Jiuzhu, but she struck him on the thigh instead.

    Men don¡¯t cry easily, but only when the pain isn¡¯t severe enough.

    ¡°What kind of madwoman are you? This is disgraceful! Since you¡¯ve abandoned propriety, we won¡¯t hold back either!¡±

    With that, the three men surrounded Jiuzhu, raising their hands, ready to teach her a lesson about the natural order of men being superior and women being weak.

    However, in the next moment, the three of them were sent flying like stones, kicked away by unseen forces.

    The three men lay on the ground, howling in pain. It turned out this ¡°madwoman¡± had brought a group of helpers. A bunch of men beating up three defenseless scholars¡ªwhere was the honor in that?

    ¡°Three grown men bullying a delicate girl,¡± several men in martial attire stepped forward, grabbing the three by their collars. ¡°As subjects of this dynasty, how dare you slander the royal family? What punishment do you think you deserve?¡±

    Without waiting for a response, they beat the three until they were crying for their parents, then tied them up with ropes. ¡°Come with us to the magistrate¡¯s office.¡±

    Jiuzhu watched as these men arrived swiftly, took the troublemakers away, and left just as quickly. She stood there, holding her stick, looking around in confusion.

    ¡°What are you staring at?¡± Prince Chen took the stick from her hands. Seeing her dazed expression, he tossed the stick aside. ¡°You just start swinging at people, and they¡¯re scholars too. Aren¡¯t you afraid of their sharp tongues?¡±

    ¡°What kind of scholars are they?¡± Jiuzhu smoothed down her sleeves. ¡°A true gentleman seeks harmony but not conformity. Today is a day for climbing high and enjoying the view, with many people around. Yet they loudly gossip and slander others, completely disgracing the reputation of scholars.¡±

    Prince Chen chuckled ambiguously. These scholars weren¡¯t foolish¡ªthey had intended for their words to be heard.

    ¡°Do you know that Prince Qi is coming to Feixia Mountain today to climb?¡±

    ¡°Huh?¡± Jiuzhu nodded. ¡°I saw him at the foot of the mountain. So what?¡±

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    This girl didn¡¯t seem too bright.

    ¡°Their words were meant for Prince Qi, or perhaps for those around him,¡± Prince Chen explained. He wasn¡¯t a patient man, but today he was in a good mood and willing to indulge this clueless girl. ¡°Let¡¯s leave before anyone notices you¡¯ve been fighting.¡±

    ¡°They were badmouthing Prince Chen. I couldn¡¯t let them get away with it,¡± Jiuzhu adjusted the hairpin at her temple, muttering softly. ¡°If they want to flatter Prince Qi, they can do so without insulting Prince Chen.¡±

    Insult?

    The girl¡¯s tone was so aggrieved that if he weren¡¯t the one being talked about, he might have believed he was a pitiful victim of constant bullying.

    ¡°Were those men who helped me fight your subordinates?¡±

    Prince Chen raised an eyebrow and nodded. ¡°You helped me pick the dogwood branches, and I helped you call in some fighters. Seems fair, doesn¡¯t it?¡±

    ¡°Not exactly fair,¡± Jiuzhu thought carefully. ¡°I think I got the better end of the deal.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s fine. I¡¯m a man; I won¡¯t fuss over such small matters.¡± Prince Chen glanced around. No one had arrived yet. ¡°Who are your elders?¡±

    Her family must be quite bold to let such a fierce girl go out alone to pick dogwood.

    ¡°My father¡¯s surname is Ming.¡± After Prince Chen had called in help for her, Jiuzhu categorized him as a ¡°good and honorable person¡± and didn¡¯t mind revealing her family name.

    ¡°Ming?¡± Prince Chen¡¯s smile froze as he scrutinized Jiuzhu from head to toe. ¡°You¡¯re the treasured daughter of Vice Minister of Rites, Ming Jingzhou?¡±

    This was the first time in his life that Prince Chen had referred to Ming Jingzhou with such politeness.

    ¡°Do you know my father too?¡± Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes sparkled as she looked at Prince Chen.

    ¡°We¡¯ve met briefly.¡±

    If they¡¯ve met, why say ¡°briefly¡±? Since coming to the capital, Jiuzhu had realized that her understanding of people¡¯s speech couldn¡¯t keep up with the sophistication of the locals.

    ¡°No wonder you were so angry earlier¡ªyou were defending your fianc¨¦,¡± Prince Chen said after a moment of silence. ¡°Next time you want to fight, don¡¯t do it yourself.¡±

    Having grown up in a Taoist temple, Jiuzhu was clueless about matters of love and marriage. She spoke without the shyness typical of young girls. ¡°Prince Chen is a good person. What does that have to do with him being my fianc¨¦?¡±

    Prince Chen: ¡°¡­¡±

    Only the wind howling through the mountains could understand his feelings at that moment.

    ¡°Miss! Miss!¡± Chunfen came running, her skirt lifted, anxiously examining Jiuzhu. ¡°I heard there was a commotion here, something about drunk scholars causing trouble. Are you alright?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± Jiuzhu blinked at Prince Chen, signaling him not to mention what had just happened.

    ¡°I¡¯ve already picked the dogwood Mother asked for,¡± Jiuzhu took Chunfen¡¯s hand. ¡°Chunfen, let¡¯s go back.¡±

    The troublemakers had been dealt with. Now, it was time to make a quick exit.

    ¡°Alright,¡± Chunfen draped the shawl over Jiuzhu¡¯s arm, curtsied to Prince Chen, and led Jiuzhu away from the woods.

    Prince Chen walked over to the dogwood tree, bent down, and picked up the branch Jiuzhu had broken for him. After a moment¡¯s thought, he took it back to the palace.

    ¡°Such a large branch of dogwood,¡± Consort Su remarked, looking at the fresh branch in the vase. It was rare for her son, who usually forgot to bring even a piece of paper, to remember to bring her dogwood on the Double Ninth Festival. ¡°It looks quite fresh.¡±

    ¡°Of course it¡¯s fresh,¡± Prince Chen lounged lazily on the couch. ¡°Your future daughter-in-law climbed a tree to pick it herself.¡±

    ¡°You met Jiuzhu?¡± Consort Su looked at Prince Chen.

    ¡°Yes,¡± Prince Chen lowered his eyelids, hiding his emotions from his mother.

    ¡°I think she¡¯s a good girl,¡± Consort Su said, knowing her son was lukewarm about the arranged marriage. She couldn¡¯t help but speak up for the Ming family¡¯s young lady. ¡°She seems easy to get along with.¡±

    ¡°She is quite pretty,¡± Prince Chen nodded.

    Though her brain didn¡¯t seem to work too well.

    After her son left, Consort Su turned to her maid in confusion. ¡°Does Duqing like her or not?¡±

    ¡°Your Highness, as long as the Fifth Prince doesn¡¯t dislike Miss Ming, it¡¯s a good sign,¡± the maid reassured Consort Su. ¡°A few days ago, His Highness frowned at the mention of marriage. Today, I noticed he seemed in a better mood.¡±

    Knowing the maid was trying to comfort her, Consort Su sighed. It was all the Emperor¡¯s fault for raising her son into such a rogue.

    As Prince Chen left Bright Moon Palace, he ran into Prince Qi, who had come to pay his respects.

    ¡°Fifth Brother,¡± Prince Qi looked at Prince Chen¡¯s black and red embroidered robe. Among the brothers, only Prince Chen would wear such flamboyant clothes.

    Prince Chen stopped and looked at him.

    ¡°I heard your men arrested some scholars today and took them to the magistrate¡¯s office,¡± Prince Qi sighed. ¡°The imperial exams are approaching. Ten years of hard study is no small matter. If it¡¯s not a serious issue, Fifth Brother, why not let them go?¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s not a big deal. They were just praising you for your talent and virtue while insulting me for being uneducated and temperamental,¡± Prince Chen raised an eyebrow. ¡°Since you¡¯re so kind-hearted, Fourth Brother, you can have them released.¡±

    Prince Qi''s gentle smile stiffened slightly.

    Although it was true that his fifth brother was idle and unlearned, as an elder brother, he could never admit it.

    "Fourth Brother, go ahead and release them. I won''t pursue this matter further," Prince Chen said, flicking his sleeve and placing his hands behind his back. With his chin slightly raised, he strode away under the gaze of Prince Qi and his attendants.

    Prince Chen''s attendants followed their master''s lead, glancing at Prince Qi''s attendants only out of the corners of their eyes.

    Prince Qi''s attendants flushed with anger but dared not speak up.

    After all, Prince Chen had a favored mother, Consort Su, and with his mother''s influence, no one in the palace dared to offend him.

    "Your Highness," one of the attendants said worriedly, looking at Prince Qi.

    Prince Qi raised his hand slightly, stopping him from continuing. "Those scholars spoke ill of the royal family and attempted to sow discord between me and my fifth brother. They must be severely punished."

    The wind lifted the hem of his robe, but it failed to stir even the slightest ripple in his eyes.

    Since the Double Ninth Festival, invitations to the Ming family had increased. Some invited Lady Shen and Jiuzhu to admire chrysanthemums, others to enjoy crabs, and still others to partake in tea gatherings.

    In the capital, there was no shortage of shrewd individuals. While they disliked Prince Chen''s usual behavior, they dared not offend Consort Su and her son. With a daughter of the Ming family about to marry into Prince Chen''s household, whether out of sincerity or pretense, all important gatherings among the womenfolk would arrange for their younger generation to personally deliver invitations to the Ming family.

    Most of these gatherings were politely declined by Lady Shen, until the Sun family sent an invitation for a tea banquet.

    The auspicious date for the marriage of the Sun family''s daughter, Sun Caiyao, to Prince Qi was set for the sixth day of the eleventh lunar month. It was already late September, leaving just over a month before her wedding day.

    As a scholarly family with a heritage spanning centuries, the Sun family''s prestige among scholars was undeniable. The Ming family, though they had recently established their status with two first-place scholars and one third-place scholar in the imperial examinations, still lacked the depth of heritage compared to the Sun family.

    Prince Qi already had a reputation for virtue, and marrying a daughter of the Sun family would only enhance his standing and garner even greater admiration.

    Lady Shen held the invitation and turned to look at her daughter, who was happily munching on pastries and gulping down tea. She gently wiped Jiuzhu''s mouth with a handkerchief.

    "Thank you, Mother," Jiuzhu said with a sweet smile.

    Lady Shen lightly pressed a hand to her chest.

    The Emperor, Prince Chen, and the Sun family''s daughter¡ªnone of them were any good!

    On the day of the tea banquet, the women arrived at the Sun family''s residence in their finest attire, taking turns to flatter Sun Caiyao.

    "Lady Shen has arrived."

    The chatter immediately softened, and Sun Caiyao''s smile faded slightly as she focused her gaze on the entrance. Her eyes quickly landed on Ming Jiuzhu, who stood beside Lady Shen.

    Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her lips were like delicate cherries.

    "Greetings, Lady Shen."

    "This must be your daughter. Truly, her eyes hold the stars, and her complexion is as pure as snow. What a rare beauty."

    The women who had been praising Sun Caiyao moments ago now flocked to Lady Shen and Jiuzhu.

    Sun Caiyao pursed her lips.

    These women privately looked down on Prince Chen for his unruly behavior and lack of learning, but when it came to currying favor with the future Princess Chen, none of them held back.

    She stood up and walked toward Ming Jiuzhu.

 Chapter 8

    "Miss Ming."

    "Miss Sun."

    In Jiuzhu''s smile, Sun Caiyao saw a kind of innocence and cheerfulness, untouched by the mundane world, carefree and radiant.

    "I regret not having the chance to chat with you in detail the other day at Feixia Mountain. I''m so glad you came today. Please, come in and sit down, let''s talk slowly." Gently holding Jiuzhu''s hand, Sun Caiyao smiled warmly, "We''re about the same age, and I''m just a year older than you. From now on, you can call me sister."

    The other young ladies nearby, hearing this, covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and giggled softly.

    After all, they would all be marrying into the royal family someday, becoming sisters-in-law. Calling each other "sister" was only natural.

    Jiuzhu turned her head to look at the giggling girls and blinked.

    "Don''t mind them. They''re just being playful." Sun Caiyao''s gaze lingered on the pair of ruyi-patterned tassel hairpins in Jiuzhu''s hair. These hairpins had once been worn by Consort Su during the Emperor''s birthday celebration.

    Lowering her eyes slightly, she avoided direct eye contact with Jiuzhu''s beautiful gaze. "Our humble residence has a small garden in the backyard. If you don''t mind, Miss Jiuzhu, let''s take a stroll there together with the others."

    Jiuzhu glanced back at Lady Shen, who was chatting with the other ladies. Lady Shen gave a slight nod of approval.

    "Then I shall trouble you, Miss Sun," Jiuzhu replied with a smile.

    "Please, this way, sister." Sun Caiyao released Jiuzhu''s hand and lifted her skirt slightly as she led the way. The other ladies accompanying them were quick-witted and charming, occasionally complimenting Jiuzhu and Sun Caiyao, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

    The Sun family''s courtyard was designed with winding paths and rockeries, not extravagant but picturesque in every corner. The family''s demeanor was reflected in their garden¡ªdeeply cultured, with every word and action exuding refinement.

    When young girls gather, it¡¯s inevitable that they¡¯ll play and chase each other around. In no time, Jiuzhu had already memorized the names of several young ladies. Each of them was friendly and easy to get along with, without a single flaw to be found.

    Jiuzhu recalled what her mother had told her before leaving home that morning.

    "How to get along with them is something for others to worry about. Once you¡¯re there, you¡¯ll naturally find that each of them is gentle, considerate, and understanding."

    "Are all the young ladies in the capital this gentle?"

    "It¡¯s not their nature that¡¯s gentle, but their hearts."

    Jiuzhu watched the girls in the garden, running with small, hurried steps, already out of breath. She felt that if she were to chase them, it would be an unfair advantage.

    No wonder her masters said the capital¡¯s environment wasn¡¯t nurturing. These girls¡¯ stamina was truly lacking. They were already exhausted after just a few steps.

    "Miss Jiuzhu, are you tired?" Sun Caiyao walked up to her. "Let¡¯s sit down and rest for a while."

    Jiuzhu: "..."

    She glanced at Sun Caiyao¡¯s flushed cheeks and suspected that the other girl was the one who was tired but didn¡¯t want to admit it, so she was asking Jiuzhu to accompany her.

    Fine. Helping the weak and infirm was a way to accumulate good karma.

    A gentle autumn breeze blew by. Sun Caiyao poured a cup of fragrant tea and placed it in front of Jiuzhu. "Sister, have you gotten used to everything since returning to the capital?"

    Jiuzhu nodded as she held the teacup.

    The atmosphere grew quiet. Sun Caiyao gazed at the beautiful young girl before her, her grip on the teacup tightening slightly before relaxing again. "Sister... do you blame me?"

    "What?" Jiuzhu thought she had misheard. She looked up at Sun Caiyao. The other girl¡¯s expression was complicated¡ªso complicated that Jiuzhu couldn¡¯t quite understand it, and she even felt a slight chill run down her back.

    "It¡¯s nothing." Sun Caiyao smiled. "Let me toast you with tea instead of wine. If I¡¯ve been impolite in any way, please forgive me."

    Just as Jiuzhu was about to raise her teacup, a servant from the Sun family hurried over to Sun Caiyao. "Miss, Prince Qi has heard that our household is hosting a tea-tasting gathering today. He¡¯s sent over many gifts with his attendant. Please come and take a look."

    Sun Caiyao drained her teacup in one go, stood up, and curtsied to Jiuzhu. "Sister, please excuse me."

    Watching Sun Caiyao leave, Jiuzhu took a sip of her tea.

    It was a bit bland.

    Putting down the teacup, she stood up and walked over to the lotus pond. The surface of the pond was dotted with withered lotus leaves, and occasionally a fish would swim by, blowing a few bubbles.

    Jiuzhu sat on a rock, watching the plump, unafraid fish. She couldn¡¯t help but think, if such silly fish were eaten, would the person eating them become silly too?

    "Why isn¡¯t Miss Zheng playing with everyone?"

    "I don¡¯t feel like it." From behind the rockery, a woman¡¯s displeased voice could be heard. "With the future Princess Chen here, who would dare to offend her?"

    "Miss Zheng, why do you say that? Miss Ming has a gentle temperament and is very..."

    "If you want to flatter her, go ahead. Just don¡¯t say such disgusting things in front of me."

    Jiuzhu stood up from the rock. Do people in the capital like to gossip behind others¡¯ backs? She looked around and quietly walked over to the rockery.

    The woman who had been scolded by Miss Zheng was clearly annoyed. "Your brother offended Prince Chen and lost face. What does that have to do with Miss Ming? Minister Ming is an upright official, and Lady Shen is gentle and kind. Since Miss Ming arrived at the Sun residence, when has she ever acted superior to us? What¡¯s the point of gossiping about her behind her back? If you have the guts, go argue with Prince Chen!"

    "You..." Zheng Zhen¡¯s words suddenly stopped. Her eyes widened as she stared at the rockery, as if she had seen something terrifying.

    Yao Yinyin noticed her strange behavior and turned around. There, sitting on the rockery and leisurely adjusting her shawl, was Miss Ming.

    "Miss... Miss Ming?" Yao Yinyin didn¡¯t dare to guess how much Ming Jiuzhu had overheard.

    Zheng Zhen¡¯s face turned pale. The Zheng family was related to Prince Qi, so she wasn¡¯t afraid of Ming Jiuzhu. But what she feared was Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s fianc¨¦, Prince Chen.

    Thinking of her older brother, who was still copying texts in the children¡¯s school as punishment, Zheng Zhen¡¯s legs felt weak, and she took a step back.

    "Please, continue your conversation. Don¡¯t mind me." Jiuzhu used her shawl to shield herself from the sun and smiled sweetly at the two. "I¡¯m just here to enjoy the scenery."

    Yao Yinyin: "..."

    She gave Zheng Zhen a pitying look. To have your gossip overheard by the person you were talking about, and then be told to continue? Just imagining herself in Zheng Zhen¡¯s shoes made her want to dig a hole and hide. S§×ar?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Seeing that Zheng Zhen remained silent, Jiuzhu¡¯s expression turned understanding. "Is my presence here affecting Miss Zheng¡¯s mood?"

    She tilted her head, then jumped down from the rockery. "I¡¯ll leave now."

    "Miss Ming." Zheng Zhen gritted her teeth and called out to Jiuzhu, stammering, "What happened earlier was just a misunderstanding..."

    "Miss Zheng, there¡¯s no need to explain. I understand. I really do." Jiuzhu lifted her skirt slightly, ignoring Zheng Zhen¡¯s attempts to explain, and walked away.

    Such a pretty girl, but why does she enjoy gossiping behind others¡¯ backs?

    She deserved that scare!

    "She definitely heard everything." Zheng Zhen looked at Yao Yinyin in panic. "What if she tells Consort Su about this?"

    Yao Yinyin: "..."

    Earlier, she couldn¡¯t stop Zheng Zhen from talking, and now she¡¯s scared?

    The Pingyuan Marquisate was Prince Qi¡¯s maternal family, and their ancestors had produced many famous officials. How did the younger generation end up so... lacking in intelligence?

    Had all the brains been passed down to Prince Qi, their maternal grandson?

    "Don¡¯t overthink it. Miss Ming didn¡¯t say anything," Yao Yinyin reassured her. "She doesn¡¯t seem like the petty type."

    Zheng Zhen glared at Yao Yinyin. How could she still be flattering Ming Jiuzhu at a time like this?

    Pretending not to notice Zheng Zhen¡¯s displeasure, Yao Yinyin curtsied. "If you¡¯re really worried, Miss Zheng, go and apologize to Miss Ming. That should settle the matter."

    After today, she decided to keep her distance from the Zheng family¡¯s young lady. Sometimes, people with poor judgment were more dangerous than outright villains.

    "I... I didn¡¯t say much." Despite her words, Zheng Zhen didn¡¯t dare to stay at the Sun residence any longer. She made up an excuse and hurriedly left in her carriage, skipping the lunch that the Sun family had specially prepared.

    "Did something happen while you were playing with the other girls?" Lady Shen noticed that Jiuzhu¡¯s smile seemed a little peculiar after she returned to her side.

    "Someone was gossiping about me behind my back, and I overheard it."

    Lady Shen, worried that her daughter might be upset by others¡¯ words, was about to comfort her.

    "Talking about others behind their backs¡ªMiss Zheng not only has poor judgment, but her upbringing is also lacking." Jiuzhu smiled with a hint of pride. "The look on her face when she realized I was behind the rockery was like a field mouse caught stealing grain."

    Lady Shen realized something: her daughter seemed to possess an unshakable confidence in herself. She never let others¡¯ opinions sway her own views.

    No matter what others said or thought, it had no effect on her.

    Perhaps one day, when everyone''s opinions differ from hers, she might still conclude, "These people are all so strange; only I remain normal."

    The two Daoist priestesses who raised her daughter were undoubtedly extraordinary women of the world. Ordinary people couldn''t raise a child with such a unique temperament.

    As she pondered this, she heard her daughter mutter again.

    "I can''t stand people who speak ill of Prince Chen."

    Lady Shen: "..."

    Sometimes, blind confidence isn''t such a good thing.

    Since returning from the Sun family, Lady Shen''s anxious and uncertain mindset had shifted significantly. Sometimes, even without Ming Cunfu accompanying her, she felt at ease letting Jiuzhu go out on her own.

    The capital''s atmosphere was liberal, and women weren''t overly restricted. When Jiuzhu went out with her maids, she could see women walking the streets alone everywhere¡ªa stark contrast to Lingzhou.

    Being pushed out by her mother every few days to spend money, Jiuzhu clutched her purse in distress. Wasn''t it better to save money? Why did it have to be spent?

    "Miss," Chunfen said, noticing Jiuzhu holding her purse and standing on the street, unwilling to shop. "The master and mistress have said that although our household isn''t wealthy, we can still afford to buy you hairpins, jewelry, and cosmetics."

    Jiuzhu sighed. "But I already have so much. Mother has prepared plenty for me."

    "What girl would ever think she has enough hairpins and jewelry?" Chunfen and the other maids gently urged Jiuzhu toward the shop. "Dear miss, please pick out a few things to bring back. Otherwise, the mistress will think we''re not doing our job properly."

    "Hey, little Ming girl!"

    Ming Jiuzhu looked around. Who was calling her?

    "I''m over here. Where are you looking?" Something light fell by her feet¡ªa silver peanut. Jiuzhu bent down to pick it up and looked up toward the second floor.

    A young man in brocade robes leaned against the window, smiling at her with unrestrained confidence.

    It was the kind-hearted young master who had helped her in a fight last time.

    "Are you here to pick out jewelry?" He waved at her. "Come upstairs. The pieces here are beautiful."

    Jiuzhu opened her palm, revealing the silver peanut, and looked up at him. "You dropped your silver."

    "Then bring it up for me," Prince Chen laughed, clasping his hands in a casual salute. "I''d be grateful, Miss Ming."

    His salute wasn''t perfectly executed, but there was a natural charm and grace in the way he did it.

    Jiuzhu continued to look up at him, her dark, bright eyes reflecting his smiling face.

    His smile felt familiar.

 Chapter 9

    ¡°Why are you staring at me like a fool?¡± Prince Chen leaned lazily on the windowsill, basking in the sunlight like a cat. ¡°Has it been so long since we last met that you¡¯ve already forgotten me?¡±

    He touched his face, thinking to himself that his features were hardly forgettable.

    Jiuzhu shook her head. ¡°I haven¡¯t forgotten.¡±

    ¡°Ah,¡± Prince Chen said with a smirk, ¡°so you¡¯re just mesmerized by my face.¡±

    Jiuzhu: ¡°¡­¡±

    The people in the capital sure have thick skin.

    ¡°Hurry up and come over here,¡± Prince Chen beckoned to her. ¡°It¡¯s straining my neck to talk to you like this.¡±

    Jiuzhu rubbed her own neck. Craning her head upward to speak wasn¡¯t exactly comfortable for her either.

    There were no other guests upstairs, and Jiuzhu glanced around in confusion.

    ¡°Don¡¯t bother looking. It¡¯s just you and me here,¡± Prince Chen said, lightly tapping the table with his knuckles. At his signal, someone brought out an assortment of hairpins and jewelry, placing them on the table for Jiuzhu to choose from.

    Chunfen, who was standing behind Jiuzhu, couldn¡¯t help but gasp softly. Had the shop brought out their finest treasures?

    ¡°Pick whatever you like,¡± Prince Chen said, glancing at the items on the table. ¡°The quality might be a bit lacking, but the designs are passable.¡±

    Jiuzhu glanced at the shopkeeper, who was standing respectfully to the side, and handed him back the silver peanut she had been holding. Covering her face with her hand, she whispered to him, ¡°These look very expensive.¡±

    Prince Chen dragged the carved stool he was sitting on closer to Jiuzhu and mimicked her whisper. ¡°Not enough money?¡±

    ¡°I have enough,¡± Jiuzhu said, clutching her purse as if it were her most precious possession. ¡°I just don¡¯t want to spend it.¡±

    Prince Chen had initially thought that the Ming family might not care much for their daughter, who had just returned to the capital, and thus were reluctant to spend on her. He hadn¡¯t expected this to be the reason.

    As the future Princess Chen, why should she be so frugal?

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, the items here are cheap,¡± Prince Chen said, picking up a hairpin and holding it up to Jiuzhu¡¯s head. ¡°I¡¯m friends with the owner. I¡¯ll make sure he gives you a good deal.¡±

    Jiuzhu looked at him with suspicion, wondering if he was secretly working for the shop.

    Seeing her expression, Prince Chen knew exactly what she was thinking. ¡°What¡¯s that look for?¡±

    Jiuzhu covered her eyes and shook her head. ¡°I wasn¡¯t thinking anything.¡±

    Prince Chen: ¡°¡­¡±

    This was the classic case of ¡°protesting too much.¡±

    He tugged lightly on her swaying braid and, with one hand, stuck a hairpin into her hair. The golden hairpin, glinting in the light, looked like a wild weed sticking out of a rock¡ªutterly lacking in elegance.

    ¡°This is a gift from me. You don¡¯t have to pay for it.¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t want it,¡± Jiuzhu said, plucking the ¡°weed¡± out of her hair and placing it back on the tray. ¡°A girl can¡¯t just accept hairpins from any boy.¡±

    What was wrong with a fianc¨¦ giving his fianc¨¦e a hairpin?

    Was Prince Chen the type to back down when someone said no?

    No, he wasn¡¯t.

    So, he stuck two more hairpins into her hair.

    Jiuzhu glared at him and pulled out both ¡°weeds.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t move, little girl,¡± Prince Chen, the domineering Yun Duqing, grabbed a handful of hairpins and grinned at her.

    ¡°Stop it,¡± Jiuzhu said, covering her hair and retreating to a corner. Her voice, with its soft Lingzhou accent, carried a hint of threat. ¡°If you keep this up, I¡¯ll hit you.¡±

    ¡°What are you two doing?¡± A gentle yet puzzled male voice interrupted them. Jiuzhu, still holding her hair, turned to see Prince Qi standing at the top of the stairs. His handsome face was furrowed in confusion.

    ¡°Greetings, Your Highness Prince Qi,¡± Jiuzhu said, releasing her hair and performing a curtsy.

    Prince Qi stepped into the room and glanced at the disarray of hairpins and bracelets on the tray. He picked up a coral plum blossom hairpin and looked at Prince Chen.

    Prince Chen raised an eyebrow, walked over to Jiuzhu, and, while she wasn¡¯t paying attention, adjusted the slightly crooked tassel hairpin in her hair. ¡°What a rare occasion to run into you here, Fourth Brother.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re a prince too?¡± Jiuzhu whispered.

    ¡°Yes,¡± Prince Chen said, quickly sticking another hairpin into her bun. He flicked the golden butterfly on the pin and smiled. ¡°Isn¡¯t that a coincidence?¡±

    This little girl seemed a bit clueless, not the sharpest tool in the shed. But the way she clutched her head was rather endearing.

    Watching the two of them whispering with their heads almost touching, Prince Qi placed the hairpin back on the table. ¡°I¡¯m about to get married, so I need to prepare some items for the women in my household.¡±

    He waited for a response, but Prince Chen seemed too preoccupied trying to stick another hairpin into Jiuzhu¡¯s hair. Jiuzhu, for her part, was glaring at him while clutching her hair.

    ¡°Put it on.¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t want to,¡± Jiuzhu said, taking a step back. ¡°You¡¯re a prince, so I can¡¯t hit you. But I can¡­ I can have someone else hit you.¡±

    ¡°Oh?¡± Prince Chen wanted to poke her cheek, but he restrained himself.

    ¡°My fianc¨¦ is Prince Chen. He¡¯s super, super, super nice,¡± Jiuzhu said, straightening her back. ¡°I¡¯ll have him hit you.¡±

    Hearing her say ¡°super nice¡± three times, Prince Chen couldn¡¯t help but laugh. But seeing the seriousness in her eyes, he put down the hairpin he was holding. ¡°Alright, alright, my mistake.¡±

    ¡°I know you mean well, wanting to give me something,¡± Jiuzhu said, taking the golden butterfly hairpin out of her hair. ¡°The capital is bustling, and people here act freely without many restrictions. But in Lingzhou, only family, elders, close friends, or a husband can give a woman hairpins. Although I¡¯m now a resident of the capital, I grew up in Lingzhou. Accepting a hairpin from you, Your Highness, wouldn¡¯t be proper.¡±

    In their few encounters, Prince Chen had rarely seen such a serious expression on Jiuzhu¡¯s face. He studied her features carefully and suddenly laughed. ¡°Little Ming girl, do you know my title?¡±

    Jiuzhu shook her head.

    ¡°I was born in the 23rd year of Xiande. My father named me Duqing, meaning that no matter how much suffering there is in the world, his beloved son can overcome it all without enduring any hardship.¡± Yun Duqing clasped his hands behind his back, his tone unusually gentle. ¡°When I was fifteen, I was granted the title of Prince Chen.¡±

    Jiuzhu stared at him in stunned silence. The autumn breeze brushed past the windowsill, causing the copper bell under the eaves to chime softly.

    ¡°Whether it¡¯s the customs of the capital or the traditions of Lingzhou, I¡¯ve never given jewelry to any other girl,¡± Prince Chen said, seeing Jiuzhu still staring at him in a daze. He placed the golden butterfly hairpin back in her hair. ¡°This golden butterfly has wings as thin as a cicada¡¯s. It suits you perfectly.¡±

    This time, Jiuzhu didn¡¯t remove the hairpin.

    ¡°See? If you¡¯d just let me put it on earlier, we could¡¯ve saved all this trouble,¡± Yun Duqing said, lightly poking her forehead. He couldn¡¯t resist poking her again, causing the butterfly wings in her hair to flutter gently.

    Jiuzhu covered her forehead and tilted her head to look at him. ¡°Are you really Prince Chen¡­ Your Highness?¡±

    ¡°Is there anyone in the entire capital who would dare impersonate Prince Chen?¡± Yun Duqing rubbed his chin. ¡°In a few days, it will be Consort Su¡¯s birthday. The Emperor will host a banquet in the palace. Remember to come with Lady Shen.¡±

    ¡°You really are Prince Chen,¡± Jiuzhu said, her face suddenly breaking into a radiant smile. ¡°That¡¯s wonderful.¡±

    Back then, he had been a kind-hearted little fairy boy. Now, he was still the same good person who didn¡¯t get angry when others spoke ill of him and who would send people to help her when she got into fights.

    ¡°What? Are you happy?¡± Prince Chen asked, seeing her smile so brightly. He couldn¡¯t help but smile too.

    ¡°Yes, I¡¯m happy.¡±

    After eight years apart, learning that he and Consort Su were doing well¡ªhow could she not be happy?

    Sigh.

    Prince Chen looked at Jiuzhu¡¯s soft, fair cheeks. Her innocent and naive nature was fortunate to be matched with him. If she were to marry someone else¡­

    He frowned unconsciously and turned to Prince Qi. ¡°Fourth Brother, you¡¯re still here?¡±

    Prince Qi placed the selected jewelry into a box and spoke unhurriedly. ¡°Fifth Brother, have you finished picking?¡±

    ¡°When choosing accessories for a woman, it¡¯s best to have her come along,¡± Prince Chen said, lowering his gaze. His tone was casual. ¡°If she doesn¡¯t like it, wouldn¡¯t that be a waste of my good intentions?¡±

    ¡°Is that so?¡± Prince Qi glanced at the tray of hairpins that Prince Chen had picked but which Jiuzhu had refused to wear. ¡°It seems Miss Ming doesn¡¯t care much for your choices.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s not true,¡± Jiuzhu said. ¡°Prince Chen has an excellent eye and refined taste. I love every piece he chose. I just couldn¡¯t bear to let him spend so much money, so I had to reluctantly decline.¡±

    No one could question Prince Chen¡¯s taste, not even his own brother.

    An excellent eye?

    Prince Qi paused the hand holding the hairpin, his beautiful eyes turning to Jiuzhu, and then he smiled gracefully, nodding to her: "My apologies, it seems I misunderstood."

    "It''s alright." Prince Chen stepped forward, standing in front of Jiuzhu: "I am broad-minded and won¡¯t dwell on such trivial matters."

    "Your Highness." A middle-aged man dressed in a deep blue martial attire, with a scar on his chin, came upstairs. Seemingly unaware of others present, he bowed deeply to Prince Chen, not even glancing at Jiuzhu behind him. He approached Prince Qi and cupped his hands in salute: "The Marquis is critically ill."

    "I understand." Prince Qi set down the jewelry box, signaled his attendant to settle the bill, and then turned to leave the shop in haste with the middle-aged man.

    "Miss, miss?" Chunfen noticed that Prince Qi had left, and Jiuzhu had not performed the proper courtesy. Fortunately, Prince Qi was in a hurry and didn¡¯t notice the young lady''s breach of etiquette: "What¡¯s wrong?"

    Jiuzhu slowly shook her head: "Who was that middle-aged man who just came in?"

    "Judging by his attire, he seems to be a servant from either the Pingyuan Marquisate or Prince Qi¡¯s residence," Chunfen thought for a moment. "Since he was sent to deliver a message, he must be a trusted aide of the master."

    Noticing that Jiuzhu¡¯s complexion had turned pale, Chunfen reached for her hand and realized her palm was cold: "Miss, please wait here. I¡¯ll fetch your cloak from the carriage."

    "I¡¯m not cold¡­"

    Before she could finish, a large, dark cloak was draped over her shoulders.

    "Keep it on." Prince Chen noticed the cloak slipping and reached out to adjust the ties, fumbling with them until he managed to tie them into¡­ a hopeless knot.

    Chunfen: "..."

    Tying a cloak was clearly a high-difficulty task for His Highness Prince Chen, who was accustomed to being waited on by numerous servants.

    Pretending not to notice the knot he had created: "Consort Su¡¯s birthday is approaching. Don¡¯t catch a chill and fall ill."

    If she couldn¡¯t attend the birthday banquet, rumors might spread that the young lady was on bad terms with his mother.

    They say that the relationship between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is the most challenging. He didn¡¯t want to worry about such matters before even getting married. S§×ar?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    The man¡¯s cloak was a bit too long for Jiuzhu. She glanced down at the hem dragging on the ground and tugged it up slightly.

    "Oh." Jiuzhu nodded obediently.

    Prince Chen: "..."

    Shouldn¡¯t she be taking this opportunity to ask about his mother¡¯s preferences, so she could prepare a suitable birthday gift?

    What¡¯s with the "oh"?

    Couldn¡¯t she be a bit more thoughtful?!

 Chapter 10

    "Do you have nothing to say, nothing to ask?" Prince Chen took a deep breath. This was his future wife, different from others. He needed to be patient.

    "What should I say?" Listening to the chime of the bell under the eaves, Jiuzhu smiled. "The late autumn is cold. Please take care of yourself, Your Highness, and remember to eat on time."

    "Fine." Prince Chen waved his hand to summon the shopkeeper. "Pack all these up and send them to Minister Ming''s residence."

    "Your Highness..."

    Prince Chen placed his hand behind Jiuzhu''s back. "Prince Qi gave his fianc¨¦e a hairpin. If you don''t accept mine, people will say I''m stingy."

    "But this is too much," Jiuzhu muttered softly. "I really can''t wear all of it."

    "It''s fine." He flicked the golden butterfly hairpin with his finger, unbothered. "The Chen Prince''s Mansion is not short on money."

    With that, he took the opportunity to poke Jiuzhu''s cheek and left with a laugh.

    Holding the spot where he had poked her, Jiuzhu turned to look at Chunfen.

    Chunfen reassured her, "Don''t worry, Miss. Prince Chen truly is wealthy."

    Jiuzhu carefully held her cloak and sighed, looking up.

    "Miss, Prince Chen has always been capricious in his actions. If you don''t like it, we can have someone return the jewelry to the Chen Prince''s Mansion..."

    "Capricious?" Jiuzhu denied it. "His Highness is just generous."

    "Chunfen," she tugged at Chunfen''s arm gently. "Please don''t speak of Prince Chen that way in the future, alright?"

    Who could resist such an adorable demeanor?

    Chunfen nodded silently. "You''re right, Miss. Prince Chen is generous, forthright, and a rare talent."

    It was just a matter of saying a few insincere words.

    As long as it made the young lady happy, it wasn''t a difficult task.

    "Miss, who would have thought that someone as refined as Prince Qi would specially pick out these hairpins and ornaments that women love?" The maid opened the jewelry box and exclaimed, "The craftsmanship is exquisite, and the materials are of the finest quality. His Highness truly cares for you."

    Sun Caiyao''s cheeks flushed as she closed all the jewelry boxes. "You all are clearly teasing me."

    "Miss, your wedding is approaching. We''re just speaking the truth. How is that teasing?" The maids laughed. "We haven''t even had a good look at such beautiful jewelry. Why did you close them so quickly?"

    "I think those phoenix hairpins would suit you perfectly, Miss."

    Phoenix hairpins...

    Sun Caiyao opened the box containing the phoenix hairpins, her smile stiffening slightly. She quickly closed the box, as if looking at it any longer would make her uncomfortable.

    The maids noticed her change in expression and quieted down.

    "All of you, leave." Her trembling fingers lightly touched the box of phoenix hairpins. Her voice grew calmer. "I want to be alone for a while."

    "Phoenix..."

    She opened the jewelry box and, facing the bronze mirror, placed the phoenix hairpin in her hair.

    Studying her reflection, she smiled. "Who wouldn''t want to be a phoenix soaring through the heavens?"

    After tidying her appearance, she stood and walked toward the door. "Prepare the sedan. I want to go out for a walk."

    Not long after leaving, Sun Caiyao saw more than a dozen women dressed in the uniforms of the jewelry shop''s staff, carrying jewelry boxes and walking in an orderly line toward the same direction.

    "Are those people from the Miao Jin Pavilion?" she casually asked.

    "Yes, Miss. It''s said that Prince Chen spent lavishly and bought dozens of pieces of jewelry, sending them all to the Ming Family residence."

    The maid whispered, "The Ming Family is a scholarly household. They probably don''t appreciate Prince Chen''s extravagant behavior."

    Giving a woman a few pieces of jewelry is considered thoughtful and considerate. But sending dozens at once? Is he implying that the Ming Family''s daughter dresses poorly and embarrasses him?

    Scholars value integrity highly. The Ming Family is no humble household unfamiliar with fine things. Prince Chen''s actions won''t win over his future in-laws; instead, they will only deepen the Ming Family''s displeasure.

    Poor Miss Ming, who grew up away from her parents. Who knows how close she is to them? With Prince Chen acting this way, once she marries him, she might be disowned by the Ming Family.

    Touching the golden phoenix hairpin at her temple, Sun Caiyao lowered the sedan curtain and closed her eyes gently.

    Ming Jingzhou returned from the Ministry of Rites and saw the main courtyard filled with various jewelry boxes. He cautiously looked at Lady Shen, who was sitting in a chair. "Are you in a good mood today, my dear?"

    If she wasn''t in a good mood, why would she spend so much money on jewelry? But her expression didn''t seem particularly cheerful.

    "These are all fine pieces from the Miao Jin Pavilion." Lady Shen beckoned to a maid. "Go and fetch Miss Jiuzhu."

    "So they''re all for Jiuzhu." Ming Jingzhou finally understood. No wonder his wife was willing to spend so much on jewelry for their daughter at the Miao Jin Pavilion.

    "Indeed, they''re all for Jiuzhu." Lady Shen''s expression was odd. "But I''m not the one who paid for them."

    "That''s impossible." Ming Jingzhou opened the nearest box. Inside was a gold necklace with a dragon and phoenix motif, adorned with a high-quality mutton-fat jade pendant. "Where would our family find such a wealthy relative?"

    "Who says we don''t have one?" Lady Shen raised an eyebrow. "Think carefully, and you might figure it out."

    "Such good fortune can''t just appear by thinking about it, can it?" Ming Jingzhou was now certain his wife was in a bad mood. He quickly walked behind her and began massaging her shoulders. "My dear, please tell me."

    "Why should I? Are you planning to return them?"

    "Why wouldn''t I?" Ming Jingzhou puffed out his chest. "Unless it''s a gift from the palace, I, Old Ming, dare to refuse anything else."

    "Father, Mother." Jiuzhu walked in and saw the room filled with jewelry boxes. "They arrived so quickly?"

    "Daughter, do you know who sent these?" Ming Jingzhou, seeing Jiuzhu''s expression, guessed that she likely knew the sender.

    "Yes, I do." Jiuzhu smiled sheepishly. "It was Prince Chen."

    "Who?!" Ming Jingzhou thought he had misheard.

    "Prince Chen." Jiuzhu blinked, looking at Ming Jingzhou with her sparkling eyes.

    "Hmph." Lady Shen chuckled. "Husband, are you going to return them?"

    Ming Jingzhou: "..."

    He really didn''t dare to return them.

    "Why would we return them?" Jiuzhu looked at her parents in confusion. "Is there something wrong with these items?"

    "No, no." Seeing the light in his daughter''s eyes dim, Ming Jingzhou quickly explained. "I was just curious about who sent them. If you like them, Jiuzhu, we''ll keep them."

    "Mm!" Jiuzhu nodded vigorously and walked over to Lady Shen, hugging her arm and snuggling close. "I didn''t want His Highness to send these things either, but he said that since Prince Qi could send jewelry to Miss Sun, if he didn''t send any, people would call him stingy."

    Ming Jingzhou looked at the room full of jewelry boxes. But sending so many? That''s just having too much money to spend.

    What''s going on with Consort Su and her son? When Jiuzhu entered the palace, Consort Su sent her a pile of gold and silver jewelry. When Jiuzhu went out shopping, Prince Chen sent her another pile of gold and silver jewelry.

    Are they suspecting that the Ming Family is too stingy to buy jewelry for their daughter?

    Ming Jingzhou looked at Lady Shen in confusion. Lady Shen shook her head slightly and instructed the servants to move all the jewelry to Jiuzhu''s courtyard.

    Just as they finished clearing the jewelry boxes from the main courtyard, the family received an invitation from the Pingyuan Marquisate. S§×ar?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "The Dowager of the Pingyuan Marquisate is celebrating her birthday and has invited us to the banquet." Lady Shen handed the invitation to Ming Jingzhou. "The Zheng Family has never been particularly close to the Ming Family. This time, they sent the invitation early, with such earnest and warm wording, which makes me feel a bit uneasy."

    Ming Jingzhou glanced at his obedient daughter and remained silent.

    After a long pause, he set the invitation aside. "The Ministry of Rites is busy these days preparing for Consort Su''s birthday banquet. I won''t be able to attend the Pingyuan Marquisate''s event. I''ll have to trouble you, my dear."

    "I understand your intentions, Husband."

    Jiuzhu looked at her father, then at her mother, her small head filled with big questions.

    What did Father say, and what did Mother understand?

    In the palace, Emperor Longfeng flipped through a memorial, seemingly casually summoning Prince Qi. "Fourth Son, I just remembered that today is your maternal grandmother''s birthday. Have you gone to pay your respects?"

    "Your Majesty, I was just about to go."

    "It''s nearly noon. Although you are a prince, you must not neglect your elders'' birthdays." Emperor Longfeng had a servant bring out a gift box. "Take these gifts to the Pingyuan Marquisate on my behalf."

    "I thank Your Majesty on behalf of my grandmother." Prince Qi bowed deeply.

    "There''s no need for such formality between father and son." Emperor Longfeng raised his hand. "Go on."

    "Thank you, Father." Prince Qi glanced at the emperor, whose attention had already returned to the memorial, and silently withdrew.

    "Today is the birthday of the Dowager Lady of the Pingyuan Marquisate. Which officials have gone to offer their congratulations?" Emperor Longfeng set down his memorial and asked his trusted eunuch.

    The eunuch recited a list of names.

    "Did the Ming Family not attend?"

    "Your Majesty, two of the Ming Family''s officials are not in the capital. Minister Ming is occupied with preparations for Consort Su''s birthday banquet at the Ministry of Rites and has no time to spare." The eunuch thought for a moment. "The young master of the Ming Family''s second branch has been studying at home recently and rarely goes out. Only Minister Ming''s wife and beloved daughter went to offer their congratulations."

    Emperor Longfeng chuckled upon hearing this. "Ming Jingzhou, this man, always sticks to his principles in everything he does. Having him prepare Consort Su''s birthday banquet doesn''t mean he can''t take a break."

    The eunuch smiled along. "This servant has noticed that all three officials of the Ming Family share this temperament."

    "If I recall correctly, Ming Jingzhou''s son is still serving in a remote post?" Emperor Longfeng pondered for a moment. "The marriage between the Ming Family''s daughter and my son is approaching. How can the bride''s brother not be in the capital? Go and summon the officials from the Ministry of Personnel. Let''s see if there''s a suitable vacancy in the capital to fill for my son''s brother-in-law."

    When mentioning "brother-in-law," Emperor Longfeng''s tone carried an unmistakable sense of familiarity.

    When Prince Qi arrived at the Pingyuan Marquisate, a stage had been set up in the courtyard, and a play about immortals offering birthday congratulations was being performed. His appearance caused everyone to lose interest in the play, and they all came forward to pay their respects.

    The Zheng Family ushered Prince Qi to the seat of honor. After repeatedly declining, Prince Qi finally took his seat. His gaze swept over the officials who had come to flatter him, and he raised his teacup, offering them a faint smile.

    As he sipped the mild tea, he noticed Sun Caiyao and the young lady of the Ming Family seated among the female guests.

    "Your Highness," Zheng Wangnan whispered in his ear, "Miss Sun arrived very early today and has been getting along quite well with the Dowager Lady."

    Prince Qi noticed that the golden butterfly hairpin in Ming Jiuzhu''s hair was the same one Prince Chen had insisted on placing in her hair that day at the Miao Jin Pavilion.

    "Miss Ming," Sun Caiyao, who had been sipping tea, suddenly turned to Ming Jiuzhu. "Miss Ming grew up in Lingzhou. Would you be willing to tell me about the local customs there?"

    Ming Jiuzhu looked at Sun Caiyao in confusion. They were about to start eating, and now she was being asked to talk about local customs on an empty stomach?

    Rubbing her slightly growling stomach, she blinked and shook her head.

    Though she appeared delicate, she had quite the appetite and couldn''t stand being hungry. Talking about local customs now would only slow down her chopsticks.

    "Miss Sun, you''re so kind and gentle. You wouldn''t mind if I refused, would you?" Jiuzhu thought it best to confirm whether her refusal would upset the other party.

    She was naturally kind-hearted and hated to make any girl upset.

    "Of course not, how could I?" Sun Caiyao smiled. "You''re so straightforward and adorable. How could I possibly be upset with you?"

    "You''re so kind, sister." Jiuzhu peeled an orange and handed it to her. "Would you like some, sister?"

    "No, thank you," Sun Caiyao continued to smile.

    Oranges could cause internal heat. She! Would! Not! Eat! It!

    "Alright then." Jiuzhu popped the orange into her own mouth.

    Hmm~

    The orange was a bit sour, and the more she ate, the hungrier she felt.

 Chapter 11

    If Jiuzhu were to evaluate the longevity banquet hosted by the Pingyuan Marquisate, she would say that the food was delicious.

    Seated at the head of the table was the Old Lady of Pingyuan Marquis Manor. Despite her advanced age, she exuded an innate grace and elegance, with no trace of the weariness often seen in the elderly.

    In contrast, the Lady of Pingyuan Marquis, who was busy entertaining the guests, wore a smile that seemed somewhat forced, likely due to her concern for her seriously ill husband.

    From the start of the banquet until now, the Pingyuan Marquis had only sat at the table briefly, supported by a servant, before excusing himself and leaving without touching a single bite of food or drink.

    If Jiuzhu hadn¡¯t personally heard about the Marquis¡¯s grave illness, she might have doubted whether it was true at all.

    The elegant and dignified Old Lady, the meticulous Lady of the Marquisate, and the composed children of the household¡ªamidst the bustling and opulent celebration, Jiuzhu couldn¡¯t help but feel a creeping unease as she observed the Zheng Family¡¯s every detail.

    After the meal, maids brought water for the guests to rinse their hands and mouths. Jiuzhu noticed the Old Lady affectionately holding Prince Qi¡¯s hand, her smile radiating warmth and kindness.

    Jiuzhu recalled what her masters had once told her.

    Beneath the surface of beauty and splendor, one might find rare treasures, but also the most vile and rotting filth.

    ¡°Now that we¡¯ve eaten, let¡¯s take a stroll in the garden to aid digestion,¡± Lady Shen said, knowing Jiuzhu had no interest in the opera performances. She adjusted Jiuzhu¡¯s collar gently. ¡°We¡¯ll leave in half an hour.¡±

    ¡°Alright,¡± Jiuzhu replied. She had no interest in the poetry or marriage discussions among the ladies, nor was she particularly impressed by the Zheng Family¡¯s refined elegance. Taking her mother¡¯s advice, she headed to the nearby bamboo grove to sit for a while.

    The bamboo grove was quiet and serene, with the occasional chirping of birds. Jiuzhu picked up a few small stones from the ground and sat at a table, playing a game of tossing stones with a few maids.

    ¡°Miss, I used to play this often as a child, but I could never beat you,¡± one of the maids sighed in admiration. ¡°Your fingers are so nimble.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s quite simple,¡± Jiuzhu said, tossing a few stones into the air and catching them effortlessly. ¡°It¡¯s just a matter of practice.¡±

    She had done far more than just catch stones¡ªher masters had once made her chase rabbits all over the mountains.

    ¡°There¡¯s a trick to it. Come, let me show you,¡± Jiuzhu beckoned the maids to sit down. ¡°Your hand and eye speed need to match. Don¡¯t let your hand deceive your eyes¡­¡±

    Behind the bamboo grove, Prince Qi paused when he heard the sound of a woman¡¯s voice.

    Even without looking, he knew it was the young lady from the Ming Family.

    The wind rustled through the bamboo, and Prince Qi glanced at the faint silhouette of a figure in light pink before turning to leave.

    ¡°Your Highness.¡±

    Turning around, Prince Qi saw Sun Caiyao approaching him. He smiled gently. ¡°Miss Sun.¡±

    ¡°Miss, could you demonstrate one more time? My eyes are keeping up, but my hands aren¡¯t¡­¡±

    ¡°Alright, but this is the last time.¡±

    Sun Caiyao glanced toward the bamboo grove and curtsied slightly to Prince Qi. ¡°Your Highness,¡± she said with a smile. ¡°I wonder which young ladies are playing in the grove.¡±

    Prince Qi chuckled but said nothing.

    He was always so gentle and considerate toward women. His gaze felt like a warm spring breeze, effortlessly stirring one¡¯s heart.

    From the grove came the light, carefree laughter of a young girl. Though soft, each laugh felt like a needle piercing Sun Caiyao¡¯s heart.

    Half a year ago, she had dreamed of a future¡ªa dream whose truth she couldn¡¯t discern.

    In that dream, the carefree girl in the grove would marry the man before her, becoming the envy of countless women as the Princess Consort of Qi.

    The dream was chaotic, but upon waking, she remembered only that Prince Chen, the Emperor¡¯s beloved, would die two days before Consort Su¡¯s birthday. The Princess Consort of Qi, having privately spoken with Consort Su, would earn the disdain of Consort Ning, and her relationship with Prince Qi would grow increasingly distant.

    If the dream were true, then perhaps it was a good thing that Jiuzhu hadn¡¯t yet married Prince Qi¡ªat least she wouldn¡¯t face the scorn of her mother-in-law or the coldness of her husband.

    But whether the events of the dream would come to pass or not, Sun Caiyao didn¡¯t want Prince Qi and Jiuzhu to have any chance of growing closer.

    She didn¡¯t believe in fate or dreams¡ªshe believed only in herself.

    ¡°Miss,¡± Chunfen whispered to Jiuzhu. ¡°There seems to be someone behind the bamboo grove. Should I go take a look?¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t!¡± Jiuzhu grabbed Chunfen¡¯s wrist. ¡°If you don¡¯t know who¡¯s speaking or what they¡¯re saying, it¡¯s best not to look.¡±

    ¡°Curiosity¡­¡± Jiuzhu stood up and led Chunfen in another direction.

    Curiosity could be deadly.

    As they left the bamboo grove, Jiuzhu spotted the middle-aged man with a scar on his chin again. He was dressed as a steward and, upon seeing Jiuzhu emerge from the grove, he greeted her with a servile smile and a deep bow.

    Jiuzhu paused as she passed him, turning to look at him.

    Startled by the noble lady¡¯s sudden attention, the man bowed even lower, his head almost touching the ground.

    ¡°Are you a steward of the Marquisate?¡±

    ¡°Yes, my lady. I am an outer courtyard steward. If there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to command me.¡±

    Jiuzhu studied him for a moment. ¡°Stand farther away.¡±

    ¡°What?¡±

    Jiuzhu left with her maid, leaving the steward puzzled. What did the lady mean by that?

    He touched the scar on his chin. Was it because the scar was too ugly, frightening the noble lady? Thinking of how he got the scar, his expression darkened.

    After the guests had left, the smile on the Old Lady of Pingyuan Marquis Manor¡¯s face slowly faded. She gently fingered her prayer beads. ¡°Zhenzhen, I noticed today that you seemed to be avoiding the young lady from the Ming Family.¡±

    Zheng Zhen stood up nervously. ¡°Grandmother, there was a misunderstanding between me and Miss Ming.¡±

    The Old Lady nodded slowly. ¡°Though she will eventually be cast aside by the Ming Family, until Prince Chen loses power, you must not be discourteous to her.¡±

    If the Ming Family truly valued this daughter, they wouldn¡¯t have sent her to live in a Taoist temple for so many years under the pretense of poor health and prayers for blessings.

    The three Ming brothers were indifferent to Prince Chen. The Emperor thought that by marrying a Ming daughter to Prince Chen, he could secure the family¡¯s support, but he failed to understand the stubbornness of scholars in certain matters.

    Years ago, the Ming brothers had been exiled to a harsh, cold land for the sake of the current Emperor. Now, they were willing to sacrifice a daughter for the same principles.

    In terms of talent, virtue, and righteousness, Prince Chen was far inferior to Prince Qi. Moreover, Consort Su had long been at odds with the civil officials, making it impossible for the Ming Family to support Prince Chen.

    Throughout history, sacrificing an unimportant daughter for the sake of family honor was never uncommon.

    ¡°But Grandmother, the Ming Family didn¡¯t bring any male guests today,¡± Zheng Wangnan said, concerned that the Ming Family might grow closer to Consort Su and her son, causing trouble for Prince Qi.

    ¡°Whether they come or not is unimportant,¡± the Old Lady replied with a smile. ¡°As long as they don¡¯t support Prince Chen, that¡¯s enough for us.¡±

    ¡°My ears are burning,¡± Jiuzhu said in the carriage, covering her red ears. ¡°Is someone talking about me behind my back?¡±

    Lady Shen laughed at her daughter¡¯s pouting expression and draped a cloak over her. ¡°The weather is getting colder. Don¡¯t let your ears get frostbitten.¡±

    Jiuzhu was puzzled. She wasn¡¯t cold.

    It must be someone gossiping about her.

    Wrapped in the thick cloak, Jiuzhu felt a bit warm and secretly lifted the carriage curtain a crack. She spotted Prince Chen riding on horseback.

    ¡°Prince Chen,¡± Jiuzhu leaned out, smiling. ¡°Where are you going?¡±

    Seeing the little head poking out of the carriage, Prince Chen rode closer and bent down to look at her. ¡°The royal stables have just received a batch of spirited horses. I¡¯m going to take a look.¡±

    ¡°Oh,¡± Jiuzhu replied. She wasn¡¯t particularly skilled at riding and had little interest in spirited horses, so she pulled her head halfway back inside.

    ¡°Since we¡¯ve run into each other, why don¡¯t I take you to pick out a horse?¡± Prince Chen found it a bit tiring to speak while bent over, so he dismounted. ¡°The royal stables have many adorable foals. You can choose whichever one you like, and I¡¯ll give it to you.¡±

    ¡°Prince Chen.¡±

    A woman¡¯s voice came from inside the carriage, and Prince Chen was momentarily surprised. A finely dressed woman stepped out and curtsied to him.

    It was his future mother-in-law, Lady Shen.

    Prince Chen thought for a moment, then let go of the reins and returned a half-bow.

    Lady Shen sidestepped slightly to avoid the full bow and glanced at her daughter, who was still peeking out from the carriage. She had bowed to Prince Chen countless times, but this was the first time he had returned even a half-bow.

    In the past, their interactions had been limited to formal courtesies¡ªone bowing, the other receiving. But now, as Lady Shen watched Prince Chen prepare to take her precious daughter to the royal stables to pick a horse, her feelings were complicated.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t realize Lady Shen was also in the carriage. I, this prince¡­¡± Prince Chen turned his head and caught sight of Jiuzhu¡¯s bright, curious eyes. His words faltered, and he quickly corrected himself: ¡°This humble one has been impolite.¡±

    Sigh. He had never been fond of dealing with the wives and daughters of civil officials. Conversations with them were always so exhausting.

    ¡°Your Highness is too kind,¡± Lady Shen replied with a polite smile. Even if you dared to be impolite, what could I possibly say?

    The royal stables, the emperor¡¯s personal horses¡ªwho else but Prince Chen would have the audacity to casually pick a horse there, and even coax her daughter into joining him?

    ¡°Do you have any white ponies?¡± Jiuzhu asked eagerly. When she was very young, she had gone shopping in Lingzhou City with her teachers and seen a wealthy young master leading a pure white pony. It had been absolutely adorable.

    ¡°We do,¡± Prince Chen replied, subtly gesturing for her to come closer. ¡°So, are you coming?¡±

    Jiuzhu was tempted. Her toes inched toward the edge of the carriage, and she stole a few glances at Lady Shen.

    ¡°Come back early,¡± Lady Shen said, pretending not to notice Prince Chen¡¯s subtle gestures behind his back. ¡°You don¡¯t know how to ride, so stay away from the spirited horses.¡±

    ¡°Please don¡¯t worry, Madam. I¡ªthis humble one¡ªwill take good care of her.¡±

    Lady Shen inwardly scoffed. It was precisely because she was going out with this troublemaker that she was most uneasy.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Mother. I¡¯ll be on my best behavior,¡± Jiuzhu assured her before hopping out of the carriage and running over to Prince Chen, her face radiant with excitement. ¡°A white pony, a white pony, I want a white pony!¡±

    Lady Shen was puzzled. Her daughter was usually distant and formal with other young men. Why was she so trusting of Prince Chen?

    She studied Prince Chen¡¯s face. Could it be that a man¡¯s looks could bewitch a woman¡¯s heart?

    What a devastatingly handsome troublemaker!

    As she turned back to the carriage, Lady Shen lifted the curtain and saw her daughter waving goodbye with an innocent, joyful smile.

    Oh well.

    Lady Shen let the curtain fall. This was her daughter¡¯s future husband, after all. She needed to maintain a good attitude and not let herself get upset. Her daughter was still young and would need her guidance in the future. She couldn¡¯t afford to let her health suffer from frustration.

    On the bright side, at least Prince Chen had referred to himself as ¡°this humble one¡± in her presence.

    The royal stables were home to a variety of fine horses. Jiuzhu gazed at the seemingly endless rows of paddocks and exclaimed, ¡°How much money does it take to raise so many horses?¡±

    ¡°Little one, think bigger,¡± Prince Chen said, twirling a riding crop in his hand. ¡°These horses are the finest breeds carefully selected from stables across the country. Under the meticulous care of the grooms, they are bred to produce the best warhorses, which are then sent in large numbers to the army. A good warhorse is a soldier¡¯s greatest weapon.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s amazing,¡± Jiuzhu said, her eyes wide with admiration. Though she didn¡¯t understand much about horse breeding, she knew that any horse capable of helping soldiers defend the borders must be exceptional.

    Seeing Jiuzhu¡¯s admiration, Prince Chen grew more enthusiastic. He explained the strengths of various breeds and eventually helped her pick out a small pony.

    ¡°Here, try riding it,¡± Prince Chen said, personally adjusting the saddle for her.

    Jiuzhu hesitated, not wanting to appear timid in front of her dashing companion. ¡°I¡¯m just a little scared. Just a tiny bit.¡±

    Her feet were already shuffling backward, and yet she claimed it was only a little?

    Prince Chen chuckled and, with one hand, lifted Jiuzhu by the waist and effortlessly placed her on the pony¡¯s back. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid,¡± he said, finding himself unusually patient with this slightly naive young lady. ¡°I¡¯ll lead you.¡±

    ¡°Then¡­ don¡¯t let go, okay? It¡¯s not that I¡¯m scared, I¡¯m just not familiar with the royal stables,¡± Jiuzhu said, straightening her back with determination. But as soon as the pony began to move, she timidly hunched over again.

    ¡°Alright, I won¡¯t let go,¡± Prince Chen replied, one hand holding the reins and the other covering his amused smile.

    Hmm, she was just a little timid, like a puppy. Not scared at all.

    ¡°Your Highness,¡± a servant approached and whispered, ¡°The horse you selected has been saddled. Shall we begin the training?¡±

    Prince Chen glanced at the timid ¡°puppy¡± on the pony¡¯s back and sighed.

    ¡°Never mind. We¡¯ll come back another time.¡±

    Why had he brought this little girl to the stables in the first place?

 Chapter 12

    Prince Chen led a short-legged horse at a pace slower than his usual walk, strolling leisurely around the riding field.

    "Your Highness," the manager of the horse farm fawned as he approached, "let this humble servant take the reins for you. Such menial labor is beneath Your Highness."

    "Do I need you to tell me what to do?" Prince Chen waved his hand impatiently. "Step aside and don¡¯t bother me."

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu, who was gradually getting used to sitting on horseback, said softly, "it¡¯s fine if someone else leads the horse."

    "Would you trust anyone else as much as you trust me?"

    Jiuzhu shook her head.

    "Then that settles it," Prince Chen replied, patting the neck of the small horse. "These servants wouldn¡¯t be as careful as I am."

    This was the first time in his life he had ever led a horse for someone, and this little girl dared to complain?

    The manager: "..."

    Was this even human language? They wouldn¡¯t dare to be careless even if they had a hundred guts.

    Having failed to flatter, the manager wisely retreated to the side.

    A colleague whispered sarcastically, "I told you not to meddle, but you wouldn¡¯t listen."

    "If I didn¡¯t go, I¡¯d be afraid of displeasing the noble guests," the manager retorted defensively. "If Prince Chen thought we weren¡¯t serving him well, wouldn¡¯t we be the ones to suffer in the end?"

    "Do you know who the noble lady on the horse is?" the colleague whispered mysteriously into the manager¡¯s ear. "That¡¯s the Ming family¡¯s young lady, the future Princess Chen."

    No wonder he¡¯s been stuck in this horse farm for so many years without a promotion. He really has no sense of discernment.

    After leisurely strolling around the field a few times, Prince Chen stopped and extended his hand to Jiuzhu. "Come down."

    Jiuzhu: "..."

    Riding was quite fun.

    "It¡¯s your first time riding. You shouldn¡¯t stay on the horse for too long, or your legs will ache," Prince Chen said as he lifted Jiuzhu off the horse just as he had helped her onto it.

    "Oh," Jiuzhu glanced at the small horse and nodded obediently as she stood on the ground.

    "I¡¯ll bring you here again next time," Prince Chen said, his mouth moving faster than his brain as he noticed Jiuzhu¡¯s reluctant expression. "For now, let¡¯s go pick out a little white horse for you."

    Tsk, young girls are so troublesome. He had to coax her just to keep her from being upset.

    The small horses in the riding field were originally raised to entertain royal children. Prince Chen had never been interested in these stubby little horses before, but today, as he walked into the enclosure, his eyes immediately fell on a fluffy, chubby little horse as white as snow.

    "Your Highness has an excellent eye. This breed of horse is a short-legged horse from Chizhou, adorable and beloved by noble ladies," the manager, who had failed to flatter earlier, stepped forward to put a halter on the horse. "Your Highness need not worry. We will deliver the horse to your residence shortly."

    "No need. Send it to Vice Minister Ming¡¯s residence instead," Prince Chen said, gently tugging a strand of hair by Jiuzhu¡¯s temple. "It¡¯s the little white horse you liked." Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Yes, yes, yes," Jiuzhu nodded repeatedly, her eyes fixed on the little white horse. "Thank you, Your Highness."

    Though her mouth said "thank you," her eyes were clearly focused on the horse.

    Hmph, women.

    He wanted to tug her hair harder but was afraid of making the little girl cry. Prince Chen sighed in resignation. "Let¡¯s go. I¡¯ll take you home."

    Otherwise, the Ming family might think he was abducting their daughter.

    "Your Highness," before boarding the carriage, Jiuzhu took a small embroidered pouch from her waist and placed it in Prince Chen¡¯s hand. "This talisman has been blessed before the divine statue for many days, infused daily with the Golden Light Mantra. May it protect Your Highness, bringing you peace, good fortune, and shielding you from all evil."

    "Is this... your gift to me?" Prince Chen looked at the small pouch, which carried a faint scent of incense.

    Jiuzhu smiled, shaking her head and then nodding. This talisman was one she had personally placed before the divine statue when she was eight years old. Every day, she recited the Golden Light Mantra until the day she left for the capital, when she finally took it down from the altar.

    The capital was vast, and she had no idea when she might meet her benefactor again. So, she had kept it safe in her room. It wasn¡¯t until she recognized Prince Chen that she began carrying it with her, waiting for the next opportunity to place it in his hands.

    Her master had said that in the vastness of existence, the heavens act without intent, and the Dao follows nature. Life and death are determined by oneself, not by the gods. It¡¯s all about sincerity and following one¡¯s heart.

    "Then I¡¯ll accept it," Prince Chen said, tucking the pouch into his robe before mounting his horse. "Let¡¯s go. I¡¯ll escort you home."

    He wasn¡¯t entirely comfortable letting her ride back alone in the carriage. It wasn¡¯t that he liked meddling¡ªhe was just worried that this little girl, with her not-so-sharp mind, might get kidnapped by some villain.

    The carriage, befitting a prince, was spacious and luxurious. Jiuzhu leaned against the window, tilting her head to look at Prince Chen riding on his horse.

    The first time Prince Chen glanced at her, she was looking at him.

    The second time he glanced at her, she was still looking at him.

    By the third time, he couldn¡¯t help but ask, "Why are you staring at me? Do you think I¡¯m as handsome as Pan An, with a face like polished jade?"

    "Yes," Jiuzhu nodded. "Your Highness is very handsome."

    Even an immortal descending to the mortal world wouldn¡¯t compare.

    Prince Chen turned his head away, refusing to look at Jiuzhu anymore.

    This little girl really has no sense of restraint.

    In Bright Moon Palace, Consort Su watched her son, who had come to join them for dinner, and said to Emperor Longfeng beside her, "It seems his future in-laws didn¡¯t invite him to stay for dinner."

    Emperor Longfeng chuckled lightly.

    "I just happened to escort the young lady home. What¡¯s there to eat?" Prince Chen waved away the maid who was serving him and picked up his chopsticks to serve himself. "As a prince, if I were to dine at a minister¡¯s home, people might think I¡¯m too eager to please their family."

    "Oh?" Emperor Longfeng personally ladled some soup for Consort Su. After she fed him a spoonful, he looked up at Prince Chen. "I thought that after spending the afternoon leading the Ming family¡¯s young lady around on horseback and picking out a horse for her, you might have taken a liking to her."

    "She¡¯s just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who doesn¡¯t understand anything. What¡¯s there to like or dislike?" Prince Chen continued serving himself. "Since she was there, I couldn¡¯t just leave her alone. If I made her cry, I¡¯d have to spend time consoling her. What a hassle."

    "I¡¯ve met the Ming family¡¯s young lady. She doesn¡¯t seem like the type to cry easily," Consort Su glanced at her son¡¯s bowl. "Duqing, I thought you disliked this dish?"

    Prince Chen only then noticed what he had just served himself. He closed his eyes, shoved the food into his mouth, and said with forced calm, "That was in the past. Men are fickle."

    After finishing his meal in a few bites, Prince Chen stood up. "Father, Mother, I¡¯ll take my leave now."

    Consort Su sighed. "Duqing¡¯s temperament is truly worrisome."

    Emperor Longfeng continued eating without responding. When women complained about their children¡¯s flaws, men only needed to listen quietly or find something to praise. Agreeing would only lead to trouble for themselves.

    Given Duqing¡¯s usual personality, when had he ever cared if a girl might cry? Seeing a weeping woman, he wouldn¡¯t bother to console her¡ªhe¡¯d probably find it annoying to even look at her.

    Indeed, only men truly understand other men.

    "Your Majesty, Your Grace," a eunuch hurried in, his face pale.

    "What is it?" Emperor Longfeng set down his chopsticks.

    The eunuch knelt on the ground, trembling with fear. "The Minister of the Imperial Stud has urgently reported that several newly arrived tribute horses at the royal stables suddenly went mad, attacking and trampling each other. They died an hour ago."

    The smile vanished from Emperor Longfeng¡¯s face. "Are you saying this happened at the royal stables where my son visited this afternoon?"

    "Yes, Your Majesty," the eunuch trembled even more but dared not hide the truth. "These horses were the spirited ones meant for Prince Chen to tame. His Highness had originally planned to go to the stables today to break them in, but he happened to encounter the Ming family¡¯s young lady on the way. He spent the afternoon riding with her and selecting a horse, which delayed the taming."

    Prince Chen preferred to tame horses without assistance. If not for this delay, no one dared to imagine what might have happened.

    "Investigate," Emperor Longfeng¡¯s expression turned grim, his eyes filled with killing intent. "By my decree, the Court of Judicial Review and the Ministry of Justice are to thoroughly investigate the incident at the royal stables. No suspicious individual is to be spared!"

    "Did anything major happen today?" Sun Caiyao had not slept well all night. She remembered that in her dream, news of Prince Chen¡¯s death had emerged around this time.

    "No," the maid, seeing Sun Caiyao¡¯s pale and haggard appearance, asked with concern, "Did you not sleep well last night, Miss?"

    "Are you sure nothing happened?!" Sun Caiyao pressed anxiously.

    "I... I haven¡¯t heard of anything," the maid was frightened by Sun Caiyao¡¯s demeanor. "Miss, don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll go and inquire right away."

    "No need," Sun Caiyao shook her head, her expression dazed. "No need..."

    Was that dream just an illusion?

    Would Prince Chen not die, and would Prince Qi not rise above all the other princes?

    No, no, no. If the dream is false, why would Ming Jiuzhu appear?

    Something must have gone wrong. Yes, there must have been some kind of accident!

    "Miss," a maid rushed into the room, "something terrible has happened."

    "Speak quickly!" Sun Caiyao accidentally knocked over her rouge box, and the bright red powder spilled onto the floor, looking like splashes of blood.

    "A batch of newly presented tribute horses has suddenly died, and His Majesty is furious. He has ordered a thorough investigation," the maid whispered mysteriously. "Rumors say that among these horses, there was one that Prince Chen had taken a liking to, but he was delayed by other matters and never got the chance to ride it. His Majesty''s anger is likely because of this."

    Sun Caiyao''s head buzzed.

    So that''s how it is, so that''s how it is...

    With the royal stables in turmoil, all the adult princes except Prince Chen were on edge, afraid of being implicated. Some of the more timid ones didn''t even dare to leave their homes.

    Even Ming Cunfu, who usually buried himself in scholarly pursuits, had heard about the incident. As he entered the main courtyard of his uncle''s house, he saw his cousin leading a large white dog around the yard.

    "When did you get a dog, cousin?" Ming Cunfu casually complimented, "Its coat is so shiny, and it looks quite lively."

    "Brother, this isn''t a dog. It''s a little white horse," Jiuzhu said, leading the horse closer to Ming Cunfu so he could see it clearly. "Look, isn''t it adorable?"

    Ming Cunfu stared at the fluffy, soft creature that looked more like a puppy than a horse and found himself at a loss for words.

    What kind of proper horse looks this... pitiful?

    "It does look... somewhat cute," he said, forcing himself to praise it. After all, if his cousin liked it, he had to find something nice to say. "Where did you get it?"

    "Prince Chen gave it to me," Jiuzhu replied, bending down to hug the little horse''s neck and affectionately nuzzling its ears.

    It was clear that Jiuzhu adored the horse, so Ming Cunfu reluctantly added, "Prince Chen is truly considerate."

    Ugh, the prince rides a prized blood-sweating steed, yet he gives our Jiuzhu a stubby little pony. How stingy can he be!

    "Prince Chen is amazing!"

    Ming Cunfu fell silent again, taking a long moment to calm himself. "Why did Prince Chen give you a horse?"

    After all, his cousin didn''t even know how to ride.

    "His Highness invited me to the royal stables, and I mentioned that I liked little white horses, so he picked the cutest one for me," Jiuzhu explained, gently stroking the horse''s head as it obediently let her pet it.

    "The royal stables?" Ming Cunfu''s expression changed. "When did you go there with His Highness?"

    "Yesterday afternoon," Jiuzhu replied, noticing the concern on her cousin''s face. "Why? What''s wrong?"

    "No wonder His Majesty is so furious..." Ming Cunfu was about to explain when the gatekeeper announced that Liu Zhongbao, the chief eunuch of the imperial household, had arrived bearing gifts on the emperor''s orders.

    Liu Zhongbao, the emperor''s trusted chief eunuch? It had been a long time since such a high-ranking official had been sent on an errand like this.

    Ming Cunfu''s heart tightened. "Open the main gate to welcome him, and quickly summon Aunt to handle the situation."

    Jiuzhu and Ming Cunfu exchanged a glance. She handed the little horse to a servant, straightened her clothes, and went to the gate to greet their guest.

    Ming Cunfu followed behind her, filled with worry. With such a major incident at the stables, he couldn''t help but fear that his cousin might be implicated.

 Chapter 13

    As the chief eunuch of Taiyang Palace, Liu Zhongbao had always been cautious and discreet in his words and actions. Even the civil officials, who were notoriously critical of eunuchs, rarely found fault with him.

    The Emperor had chosen the young lady of the Ming family to be the Princess Consort of the Fifth Prince, not because of her character or appearance, but because of her status as a daughter of the Ming family.

    It is often said that the Emperor''s heart is inscrutable, but even an emperor is human. When it comes to a favored child, he always considers many things and paves the way for them.

    The main gate of the Ming residence was wide open, and Liu Zhongbao immediately spotted the young girl standing beside Lady Shen, dressed in a floral-patterned ruqun. She was like a tender bud on a willow branch in early spring, full of vitality. Her eyes, in particular, were like those of a clever cat under the moonlight, endearing and lovable.

    "Lady, young lady," Liu Zhongbao greeted respectfully, and as he raised his head, he saw the young lady of the Ming family curtsy in return, her sparkling eyes filled with unabashed curiosity and innocent joy.

    Liu Zhongbao winked at her and returned her smile.

    Jiuzhu covered her mouth and giggled secretly. Seeing that her mother and sixth brother hadn''t noticed her, she quickly put her hand down, once again the picture of a well-behaved young girl.

    Lady Shen noticed that Liu Zhongbao hadn''t brought any imperial edict with him and invited him into the main hall, instructing the servants to prepare fruits and tea. "I apologize that my husband is still at the Ministry of Rites and hasn''t returned yet to receive such an esteemed guest," she said politely.

    "You are too kind, Lady," Liu Zhongbao replied amiably, taking a sip of tea. "Minister Ming is loyal to the Emperor and dedicated to his duties. Having such a virtuous minister is a blessing for our great Yu dynasty. Even His Majesty often praises Minister Ming."

    "This old servant has come today on behalf of His Majesty and Consort Su," Liu Zhongbao said with a benevolent smile, like a kind old man. "Since the engagement between the Fifth Prince and your daughter was announced, His Majesty has been occupied with state affairs and has not had the chance to meet Young Lady Ming. Tomorrow is Consort Su''s birthday, and His Majesty, knowing that the young lady has just returned to the capital, is concerned that she might not have everything prepared. Thus, he sent me to deliver some items."

    Lady Shen expressed her gratitude with a smile. "Thank you for His Majesty and Consort Su''s kindness."

    "As long as Lady and the young lady do not find them unworthy," Liu Zhongbao said, raising his hand. Palace servants filed in, carrying or holding various items, and soon the entire hall was filled to the brim.

    Looking at the mountain of gifts, Lady Shen couldn''t help but wonder just how poor their family appeared in the eyes of the imperial family that their future in-laws felt the need to send so many gifts so frequently.

    There were gold and silver jewelry, fine silks, books, paintings, writing tools, musical instruments, jade artifacts, and even toys that young, unmarried girls would enjoy.

    "His Majesty has heard that the young lady has a great talent for painting, so he specially prepared the finest pigments and brushes for her," Liu Zhongbao said, opening one of the boxes, which was filled with small containers of pigments.

    Ming Cunfu, sitting nearby, couldn''t help but show a look of envy.

    "And these paintings," Liu Zhongbao opened another large box filled with scrolls, "are for the young lady to enjoy."

    Lady Shen thought of the paintings her daughter had done in her spare time and then looked at the pigments and famous paintings before her, letting out a long sigh in her heart.

    "Thank you, Your Majesty and Consort Su. I truly love these gifts," Jiuzhu said, her eyes shining as she looked at the box full of pigments.

    "As long as the young lady is pleased," Liu Zhongbao said, then turned to Lady Shen and asked, "This old servant recalls that Minister Ming''s ancestors once held a noble title?"

    "Our ancestors once held the lowest rank of baron, but it is nothing to boast about," Lady Shen replied with a smile. "My husband and his brothers have since been removed from the Lingzhou family registry and established their own household. The glories of the past should no longer be mentioned."

    "Lady, there is no need to be modest. When people today speak of the Ming family, they naturally think only of the Ming family of the capital. What does it matter what others think?" Liu Zhongbao smiled. "What our ancestors achieved, their descendants can surely achieve as well, and perhaps even surpass them."

    Before Lady Shen could respond, Liu Zhongbao stood up. "This old servant has imperial duties to attend to and cannot stay long. I must take my leave now."

    "It is almost time for lunch. Please stay and have a meal before you go," Jiuzhu urged.

    "Thank you for your kindness, young lady. If there is an opportunity in the future, this old servant will certainly enjoy the delicacies of your esteemed household," Liu Zhongbao said with a smile, bowing to Jiuzhu. "Please come to the palace early tomorrow. Consort Su is looking forward to seeing you."

    "I, too, am eager to see Consort Su," Jiuzhu replied with a curtsy. "I will surely arrive early at Bright Moon Palace to pay my respects to Her Highness."

    Lady Shen: "..."

    My dear daughter, you probably don''t realize that there is a kind of polite remark in this world that is not meant to be taken literally.

    "Then this old servant will await the young lady''s arrival at the palace," Liu Zhongbao said, leaving with his entourage. Ming Cunfu quickly escorted them to the gate.

    "Young Master Ming, there is no need to see us off," Liu Zhongbao said, glancing at the plaque above the gate of the Ming residence. "Please rest assured, His Majesty and Consort Su are both very fond of Young Lady Ming."

    After seeing Liu Zhongbao off, Ming Cunfu was puzzled. The chief eunuch had gone through all this trouble just to deliver gifts to Jiuzhu? As for the matter of the horse farm, he hadn''t even mentioned it.

    It is often said that the imperial family is suspicious, but where was the suspicion in this?

    Today''s events were anything but imperial.

    Jiuzhu didn''t know whether the imperial family was suspicious or not, but with so many pigments now in her possession, she was extremely happy.

    She felt she could paint a grand landscape of a thousand mountains, but before she could even start her painting, Lady Shen persuaded her to return to her room.

    She needed to try on the palace attire, jewelry, and shoes she would wear the next day when entering the palace.

    "Not a single detail can be out of place," Lady Shen said, her tone unusually serious as she looked in the direction of the imperial palace. "Jiuzhu, the moment you step into Bright Moon Palace tomorrow, in the eyes of others, you will no longer be just the daughter of the Ming family. You will be the future Princess Consort of Chen."

    Jiuzhu stared at Lady Shen in surprise.

    "Don''t be afraid," Lady Shen said softly, gently stroking her daughter''s hair. "Your mother will always be here to help you."

    "Mother, don''t be sad," Jiuzhu said, looking at Lady Shen''s smile. Though her mother was smiling, Jiuzhu knew she was sad, for her mother''s eyes were filled with nothing but her.

    "I''m not afraid," Jiuzhu said earnestly, kneeling in front of Lady Shen so that her mother wouldn''t miss a single expression on her face. "As the sage Laozi said, ''True words are not beautiful; beautiful words are not true. A good person does not argue; one who argues is not good.'' Human hearts are complex, and though I may not fully understand them, I know how to protect myself. You can rest assured, I am quite clever."

    "Yes, our Jiuzhu is very clever," Lady Shen said with a smile. "There is no smarter young lady in the world than you, right?"

    "Right," Jiuzhu nodded.

    "Oh, you," Lady Shen sighed, both helpless and amused. What clever child would declare herself clever? It was like a drunk person who would never admit to being drunk.

    She held her daughter, whom she had worked so hard to find, in her arms, her gaze resolute.

    The candlelight flickered like a bean, and Sun Caiyao listened to the sound of the wind outside the window, her fingers so cold she could no longer feel them.

    Tomorrow was Consort Su''s birthday at Bright Moon Palace, but in her dream, the celebration had ended before it even began, with the entire palace draped in mourning white.

    People said that Consort Su had gone mad, setting up a memorial for a junior as an elder.

    All Sun Caiyao remembered was the endless white mourning cloth in her dream, fluttering in the cold night wind, chilling and eerie.

    "Young lady, it''s time to sleep."

    Her frozen fingers twitched slightly, and Sun Caiyao snapped out of her reverie, only to realize that her back was drenched in cold sweat.

    Before dawn, Jiuzhu had already gotten out of bed and was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, waiting for her maids to help her with her makeup.

    Today, she was going to meet the fairy-like Consort Su, and she wanted to make sure she looked her best.

    "Young lady," Chunfen yawned, glancing at the still-dark window. "Isn''t it a bit too early for you to be up?"

    "I promised Eunuch Liu that I would go early to see Her Highness today," Jiuzhu said with an apologetic smile to Chunfen and the other maids. "I''m sorry to trouble you all."

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    My dear young lady, there''s no need to take polite remarks so seriously.

    In Bright Moon Palace, Consort Su was getting ready for the day. A new box of jewelry had been delivered, and as she sifted through the pieces, she suddenly picked up a hairpin shaped like a dragonfly perched on a lotus.

    "This hairpin would suit Jiuzhu perfectly," she said, handing it to her lady-in-waiting. "Wrap it up and give it to her discreetly when she arrives."

    With so many female guests at the banquet, it wouldn''t be appropriate to give Jiuzhu jewelry openly. But such beautiful things should be reserved for her future daughter-in-law, not given to outsiders.

    "These earrings have a fresh, youthful color that would brighten any young lady''s complexion. Set them aside for Jiuzhu as well," Consort Su said, picking out a pile of items to save for her future daughter-in-law.

    The lady-in-waiting hesitated, then spoke cautiously, "Your Highness, with so many items gathered together, the target becomes too conspicuous. It would be difficult to deliver them ''secretly.''"

    "Liu Zhongbao mentioned that Jiuzhu would arrive early today. Arrange for someone to meet her at the palace gates. Many noble ladies are entering the palace today, and since she has just returned to the capital, I fear some ill-mannered individuals might cause her distress."

    As she spoke, Consort Su''s mind conjured images of Jiuzhu being mistreated by others. "Send two high-ranking ladies-in-waiting to accompany her. Go now."

    The personal lady-in-waiting, Xiangjuan, thought to herself: "Your Highness, the families of civil officials are known for their politeness and meticulousness in speech, but they are also rigid in their actions. How could the Ming family allow their daughter to enter the palace so early, risking the reputation of currying favor with a consort?"

    However, seeing the earnest expression on Consort Su''s face and the box filled to the brim with jewelry, Xiangjuan dared not dampen her enthusiasm. "Your Highness, I will personally go to the palace gates to receive Miss Ming."

    By going herself, she could find excuses to soften any potential disappointment for Consort Su.

    "Very well," Consort Su nodded. "I trust you the most in handling such matters."

    Xiangjuan exited the room and summoned two high-ranking palace maids to accompany her.

    "Aunt Xiangjuan, who are we going to receive?" one of the maids asked, puzzled. Given Consort Su''s status, who could possibly warrant Xiangjuan''s personal attention?

    "Silence," Xiangjuan replied expressionlessly. "Just carry out Her Highness''s orders diligently. Do not ask unnecessary questions."

    "Yes," the maid replied, not daring to inquire further, and obediently followed behind Xiangjuan.

    "Isn''t this Xiangjuan from Bright Moon Palace?" Consort Ning, seated on her palanquin, called out as they passed on the palace pathway. "Today is Consort Su''s birthday. Shouldn''t you be attending to her instead of being here?"

    Xiangjuan curtsied politely but remained silent.

    Consort Ning lowered her gaze. "For Consort Su''s birthday, I ordered my unruly nephew to stay at home to avoid causing any disturbances. I hope Consort Su is satisfied with this arrangement."

    Xiangjuan understood that Consort Ning was still harboring resentment over the incident where the young master of the Zheng family was sent to Princess Consort of Qi for "discipline."

    She bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Highness, for your magnanimity."

    Consort Ning''s expression stiffened, but she suppressed her anger.

    The people of Bright Moon Palace, from top to bottom, will one day meet their downfall due to their arrogance.

    We shall see.

    After seeing off the visibly frustrated Consort Ning, Xiangjuan arrived at the palace gates and stood still. It was still early, and aside from the guards on duty, the area was silent.

    Xiangjuan slightly lowered her gaze, no longer looking ahead. She was not surprised by this outcome.

    Suddenly, the sound of a carriage echoed from afar.

    She quickly looked up, her gaze fixed in the distance. Reason told her that even if a carriage arrived, it might not be Miss Ming. Yet, her heart clung to a faint, inexplicable hope.

    The carriage stopped at the palace gates. The coachman placed a footstool in front of the carriage, and two maidservants stepped out first.

    The carriage curtain was lifted, and a young girl dressed in wide-sleeved palace attire, her hair styled in a lily bun, emerged.

    She raised her head, her eyes meeting Xiangjuan''s, and smiled brightly and innocently. "Aunt Xiangjuan."

    Xiangjuan''s hands, resting in front of her abdomen, trembled slightly. She stepped forward and bowed. "Greetings, Miss Ming."

    "Am I late?" Jiuzhu pointed to her head. "It took a full half-hour to style this bun."

    "You look beautiful today," Xiangjuan said, extending her hand to support Jiuzhu''s arm respectfully. "Her Highness has been eagerly awaiting your arrival and sent me here to welcome you."

    The palace gown was intricate, and Jiuzhu dared not walk too quickly. "Thank you for Her Highness''s care. I''m sorry to trouble you, Aunt Xiangjuan."

    "It is no trouble," Xiangjuan smiled. "I am glad to have received you."

    "Miss Ming, stay right where you are."

    The sound of hoofbeats approached from behind. Jiuzhu turned around upon hearing the familiar voice and saw Prince Chen galloping toward her on horseback.

    The horse came to a halt in front of Jiuzhu. Prince Chen pulled on the reins, dismounted, and his cape billowed dramatically in the wind, exuding an air of grandeur.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu''s silk shawl fluttered slightly from the wind stirred by Prince Chen''s dismount. She looked up at him.

    He was so tall, standing nearly half a head above her.

 Chapter 14

    "Your forehead..." Prince Chen lowered his head, his face drawing closer to Jiuzhu''s.

    What is His Highness doing? Although Miss Ming is his fianc¨¦e, this is the palace entrance. His actions seem a bit improper.

    "Ah, it''s a carp-shaped forehead decoration," Prince Chen straightened up. "Why does your carp look so chubby?"

    "My mother said that women in the palace love forehead decorations. Today is Her Majesty''s birthday, so I drew a carp for good luck," Jiuzhu leaned her forehead closer to Prince Chen, letting him see it more clearly. "I added gold powder to the tail. A golden tail symbolizes prosperity and longevity. Does it look good?"

    "Did you draw it yourself?" Prince Chen looked at her fair face. She seemed so delicate and petite, yet she liked drawing chubby fish?

    "Yes," Jiuzhu was confident in her skills.

    "Well... it''s passable," Prince Chen added, seeing her expectant gaze. "You''re dressed nicely today."

    Jiuzhu beamed with joy. "Since Your Highness approves, Her Majesty will surely be pleased." S§×arch* The n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Prince Chen felt something was off. Whose fianc¨¦e was she, exactly?

    After hearing their conversation, Xiangjuan retracted the foot she had stepped forward.

    She had overthought it, giving His Highness too much credit. There was no need for propriety here¡ªjust two "ten-year-olds" chatting.

    "Let''s go. I''m also heading to see my mother. You can come with me," Prince Chen tossed his horsewhip to his attendant and strode ahead.

    After walking a distance, he glanced back and noticed Jiuzhu trailing behind, keeping a gap between them. He stopped and waited for her to catch up. "What''s wrong?"

    She used to be able to snap a thick branch of dogwood with her bare hands. Why was she walking so slowly today?

    Did she not want to walk with him?

    Jiuzhu tugged at her skirt, too embarrassed to let others hear, and whispered, "The hem is a bit long."

    Seeing her cheeks flush with shyness, Prince Chen walked closer and lowered his voice. "No wonder women in the palace walk so slowly. It''s the skirts holding them back."

    Jiuzhu suddenly realized she wasn''t the only one struggling with the wide sleeves and long hems of palace dresses.

    "There''s a consort in the palace who wore a dress with a hem two zhang long during the New Year banquet. On her way back, a strong wind blew, and the hem wrapped around her, giving everyone quite the show."

    "Two zhang..." Jiuzhu had never heard of such a long dress. "How much fabric would that take?"

    Prince Chen sized up Jiuzhu''s figure and concluded, "Enough to make two outfits for you."

    Jiuzhu marveled at how different the palace ladies were, able to wear such extravagant dresses.

    Xiangjuan looked away, pretending not to hear their whispers. As long as she couldn''t hear what they were saying, she would remain the most rule-abiding Xiangjuan Auntie of Bright Moon Palace.

    "There are steps ahead," Prince Chen suddenly stopped and extended his arm to Jiuzhu.

    "Huh?" Jiuzhu hesitated, then reached out to support Prince Chen.

    Prince Chen: "..."

    "Your hem is long. Hold onto my arm," he sighed. "I didn''t mean for you to support me."

    He was a grown man. He didn''t need a young girl to help him up a few steps.

    "Oh," Jiuzhu finally understood and placed her hand on Prince Chen''s arm, smiling gratefully. "Thank you, Your Highness."

    After descending the steps, Prince Chen awkwardly added, "You can keep holding my arm. Wouldn''t want you to fall and cry."

    "I don''t cry," Jiuzhu explained earnestly. "Really."

    Prince Chen: "..."

    Xiangjuan lowered her head and slowed her pace, putting some distance between herself and the two.

    If she got too close, she might overhear their conversation, and she was afraid she wouldn''t be able to hold back her laughter.

    The chief female official of Bright Moon Palace had her dignity to maintain.

    "Your Majesty, His Highness and Miss Ming have arrived."

    "Bring them in quickly."

    "Mother, no need. I''m coming in myself," Prince Chen entered the room. "Bring me some breakfast. I was in such a hurry to get to the palace that I didn''t have time to eat."

    "Greetings, Your Majesty," Jiuzhu curtsied to Consort Su.

    "Rise quickly," Consort Su personally helped Jiuzhu up, praising her. "Jiuzhu, you look absolutely beautiful today, especially that forehead decoration. It''s quite charming."

    "I drew it myself," Jiuzhu said, delighted by the compliment.

    "Perfect. I was just unsure what design to choose," Consort Su took Jiuzhu''s hand. "You can draw one for me, just like yours."

    "Of course," Jiuzhu rolled up her wide sleeves. "Drawing is something I excel at."

    Prince Chen was baffled. How had they gone from talking to drawing forehead decorations in just a few sentences?

    She turned a carp into a chubby fish and still claimed to be skilled?

    Watching the two huddle together, debating whether to use gold foil or gold powder for the fish tail, Prince Chen clicked his tongue. One dared to ask, and the other dared to draw. He wasn''t sure who was bolder.

    "Your Majesty is as beautiful as a celestial being. Any forehead decoration would suit you," Jiuzhu gently blended the tail with her brush, sincerely admiring. "They say the decoration enhances the person, but in Your Majesty''s case, it''s the person who enhances the decoration."

    Consort Su laughed at Jiuzhu''s sweet words. "Your tongue must be coated in honey. Did you eat something sweet before coming?"

    "No honey, but I do love speaking the truth," Jiuzhu applied the gold powder, completing the golden tail. She set down the brush and knelt before Consort Su. "When I first saw Your Majesty, I truly thought you were a fairy descended from the heavens."

    "If I''m a fairy, then you must be the most beloved little fairy under the Queen Mother of the West," Consort Su turned to her son, who was quietly eating breakfast. "Duqing, don''t you agree?"

    "Whatever you say. As long as you''re happy."

    It was his mistake for sitting here in the first place.

    With no empress in the palace, Consort Su, as the highest-ranking consort, would receive the birthday greetings of high-ranking noblewomen at the Fei Feng Hall every year at the designated time.

    Lady Shen arrived at Fei Feng Hall neither early nor late. After exchanging greetings with the other noblewomen, she took her seat, determined not to speak unless necessary.

    Everyone noticed that Lady Shen hadn''t brought her daughter into the palace, secretly wondering how dissatisfied the Ming family was with the engagement to Prince Chen that they wouldn''t even bring their daughter to celebrate Consort Su''s birthday.

    The women exchanged glances, but no one approached Lady Shen.

    Consort Su wasn''t known for her understanding nature. With the Ming family showing such disrespect, things might get awkward later.

    Sun Caiyao sat behind her mother, watching Lady Shen''s calm demeanor with mixed feelings.

    The world is driven by self-interest. These women, all afraid of offending the consort, wouldn''t even approach Lady Shen...

    The sound of clapping echoed outside the hall, followed by an announcement.

    "Consort Su has arrived."

    Sun Caiyao quickly stood and bowed toward the door.

    Led by the consorts, the noblewomen all curtsied. "We congratulate Consort Su on her birthday and wish her longevity, health, and eternal youth."

    "Bow, kneel."

    "Bow again."

    "Rise."

    Sun Caiyao stood below, listening to the court official read the birthday tribute written by the Emperor himself for Consort Su, recalling many stories about her.

    Years ago, a civil official had accused Consort Su of being unworthy of receiving the greetings of noblewomen. The Emperor, enraged, personally hosted a grand birthday banquet for her. Since then, the Emperor had written a birthday tribute for Consort Su every year and opened the main gates of Fei Feng Hall for her to receive the greetings of noblewomen.

    Among the palace consorts, only Consort Su enjoyed such favor. Some whispered behind her back, calling her a bewitching consort, but no one dared to voice a single complaint in her presence.

    "Thank you all for coming to celebrate my birthday. Please, take your seats," Consort Su sat gracefully at the head of the hall, addressing the crowd. "I thought a birthday shouldn''t be such a grand affair, but the Emperor insisted that as the mistress of Bright Moon Palace, I should host a banquet to thank the noblewomen for managing their households, allowing their husbands to serve the empire without worry."

    The noblewomen quickly expressed their humility.

    "It is our husbands'' honor to serve the nation."

    "Your Majesty''s consideration moves us deeply."

    Consort Ning sneered inwardly. Who were they trying to fool? Everyone knew the Emperor was determined to elevate Consort Su, even treating her birthday with the grandeur of an empress''s.

    But no matter how much he favored her, the Ming family wouldn''t even bring their daughter to the palace.

    Consort Ning glanced mockingly at Consort Su, only to notice a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl standing behind her. The girl was lovely, dressed in an exquisite palace gown, her forehead decoration strikingly similar to Consort Su''s.

    Who is this person?

    "Jiuzhu," Consort Su beckoned Jiuzhu to her side, gently taking her hand and addressing the gathered ladies: "This child is young, kind-hearted, and delightfully innocent. I hope you will all look after her in the future."

    The noblewomen who did not know Jiuzhu wondered inwardly who this girl was, to have Consort Su herself standing up for her.

    Ming Jiuzhu?!

    Sun Caiyao nearly lost her balance when she saw Ming Jiuzhu holding Consort Su''s hand.

    Why was she by Consort Su''s side?

    Why was Consort Su so affectionate toward her?!

    Sun Caiyao''s mind was in chaos. By the time she regained her composure, the noblewomen were already showering Jiuzhu with praise, even complimenting the unusual floral ornament on her forehead with phrases like "radiant and lively" and "full of good fortune."

    In a flash, Sun Caiyao turned to look at Jiuzhu''s mother, Lady Shen.

    Lady Shen remained as composed as ever, showing neither joy at Jiuzhu being favored by Consort Su nor any hint of displeasure at her closeness to the imperial consort.

    Seated in the first position on the left, Consort Ning watched as the young lady from the Ming family served tea to Consort Su and sneered coldly.

    A child raised outside the family could never compare to a true noble lady. How shallow, to flatter so shamelessly, risking the family''s reputation.

    After the noblewomen paid their respects, they were led by palace attendants to the Bright Moon Palace to enjoy tea and watch a performance. Consort Su remained seated above, waiting for the princes and princesses to enter and pay their respects.

    Jiuzhu wanted to leave with her mother but was kept behind by Consort Su.

    "Jiuzhu, stay," Consort Su smiled at her. "You''ll be interacting with them often in the future. It''s good for them to get to know you sooner."

    Her words seemed to carry a warning, as if telling them to tread carefully and not offend Jiuzhu.

    Jiuzhu nodded blankly and returned to Consort Su''s side. "Alright."

    As expected of a fairy-like consort, her words were so commanding.

    Soon, the princes and princesses entered the hall. Jiuzhu immediately spotted Prince Chen, now dressed in a robe embroidered with four coiled dragons. She lifted her skirt and descended the steps, curtsying to the royal siblings.

    Prince Qi nodded slightly at her, exuding grace and charm.

    Prince Chen glanced at the steps and raised an eyebrow at Jiuzhu. Why had she walked down so quickly? What if she had tripped? It would have been both painful and embarrassing.

    Jiuzhu, thinking the prince was greeting her, smiled brightly, her eyes curving into crescents.

    Prince Chen: "..."

    Sigh.

 Chapter 15

    Consort Su knew that among these princes and princesses, none except her own child genuinely wished her a happy birthday. After they finished paying their respects, she waved them away, sparing them any further awkwardness.

    "Take Jiuzhu around and let her familiarize herself with the palace," Consort Su stood up. "The other consorts are waiting for me to return. I must head back to Bright Moon Palace now."

    According to palace etiquette, the other consorts were still required to pay their respects to her at Bright Moon Palace.

    "Farewell, Your Highness," the princes and princesses promptly bowed, displaying utmost respect.

    Consort Su, supported by Xiangjuan, stood up. As she passed by Prince Chen, she glanced at him: "Take good care of Jiuzhu."

    Prince Chen bowed: "Your son will handle it. Please rest assured, Mother."

    Consort Su: "..."

    Hearing this, she felt even less assured. She patted Jiuzhu''s hand before leaving the Fei Feng Hall.

    The other princes and princesses watched this scene, each with their own thoughts, but their gazes toward Jiuzhu softened slightly.

    "The autumn scenery is lovely today. Why don''t we take a stroll in the imperial garden?" one princess suggested. "Miss Jiuzhu, have you been to the imperial garden before?"

    Jiuzhu didn''t respond. Instead, she turned to Prince Chen, seemingly waiting for his opinion.

    Prince Chen smiled. It seemed she wasn''t foolish¡ªshe knew whom to trust in a crowded setting.

    "Would you like to go see it?" Prince Chen asked.

    Jiuzhu nodded, her curiosity piqued.

    "The golden camellias in the imperial garden are in full bloom. I''ll take you to see them," Prince Chen said, then turned to his siblings. "The young lady is shy and doesn''t like crowds. I''ll accompany her alone. You all may do as you please."

    Shy?

    Prince Qi glanced at Jiuzhu, who stood silently beside Prince Chen, and nodded slightly. "Fifth Brother and Miss Ming, feel free to go ahead."

    Upon hearing his words, Jiuzhu didn''t even glance at him. Her bright eyes remained fixed on Prince Chen, as if he were the only light in the darkness.

    "Let''s go," Prince Chen said, taking a few steps before falling back beside Jiuzhu and silently offering his arm.

    "Thank you, Your Highness," Jiuzhu said, holding her skirt with one hand and resting the other on Prince Chen''s arm as she carefully stepped over the threshold of Fei Feng Hall.

    Prince Qi watched the doorway, where sunlight bathed the two figures, making them glow brightly. He slowly closed his eyes.

    The sunlight was dazzling, and it hurt his eyes.

    "Fourth Brother," Prince Huai said with a smirk, looking at Prince Qi. "It seems Fifth Brother and Miss Ming are getting along quite well."

    "They are betrothed. It''s fortunate that they are harmonious. It will be a blessing once they marry," Prince Qi replied calmly. "If Fifth Brother knew how much you care for him, he would surely be delighted."

    "I wonder who was behind the incident at the royal hunting grounds. It''s fortunate it was discovered in time, or it could have caused a great disaster. What if His Majesty or the royal bloodline had been harmed..." Prince Huai''s gaze swept over his siblings, and he let out a mocking laugh before striding out of Fei Feng Hall.

    The other princes and princesses looked around, pretending not to notice the tension between the two.

    The eldest and the fourth brother were arguing¡ªwhat did it have to do with them?

    Imperial Garden.

    Jiuzhu shivered as the cold autumn wind blew, gazing at the golden camellias hanging from the branches.

    "Still want to look?" Prince Chen asked, taking a cloak from his attendant and draping it over Jiuzhu.

    Jiuzhu shook her head repeatedly.

    Though the imperial garden was beautiful, the wind was too cold.

    Seeing Jiuzhu huddle under the cloak, Prince Chen adjusted it for her, unable to suppress his smile. "When I was a child, I didn¡¯t want to study and insisted on coming to the imperial garden to play..."

    "What happened then?"

    "Then, just like you, I was blown back by the wind."

    "Why didn¡¯t you tell me earlier?" Jiuzhu secretly kicked a small pebble, pretending not to be upset.

    "If I had told you earlier, you might have thought I didn¡¯t want to accompany you," Prince Chen said, watching the pebble bounce off a rock and land in a chrysanthemum bush, where it stubbornly twitched.

    "Hearing is not as good as seeing," Prince Chen said seriously, his smile fading. "The imperial garden is most beautiful in spring. We can take our time exploring it then."

    "If you told me, I would believe you," Jiuzhu said, no longer feeling as cold. She bent down, intending to pick a few golden camellias.

    Prince Chen plucked them and placed them in her palm.

    Her hand was delicate, and the golden flowers looked especially charming resting in her palm.

    "Believe what?" Prince Chen tapped her forehead lightly and chuckled. "Don¡¯t trust anyone¡¯s words too easily."

    "But I don¡¯t trust just anyone," Jiuzhu said, covering her forehead and glaring at him.

    "Hmph," Prince Chen looked up at the sky. "You¡¯re still young. There¡¯s much you don¡¯t understand."

    "But I understand that you and Her Highness are good people, and that¡¯s enough for me," Jiuzhu said, placing the golden camellias into the pouch at her waist. "I don¡¯t care about others."

    Prince Chen looked at Jiuzhu and suddenly laughed.

    "What are you laughing at?" Jiuzhu asked, puzzled.

    "Laughing at the crisp autumn air and the bountiful harvest," Prince Chen said, brushing a fallen leaf from Jiuzhu¡¯s hair.

    Crisp autumn air?

    Jiuzhu tightened the cloak around her. It was clearly a cold, leaf-strewn day.

    As soon as they returned to Bright Moon Palace, an attendant from Emperor Longfeng came to summon Prince Chen, saying His Majesty wished to see him.

    "Feel free to enjoy yourself here. No one will dare trouble you," Prince Chen said, removing Jiuzhu¡¯s cloak. He glanced at the group of girls in the garden and felt a headache coming on. "I might return with His Majesty before noon."

    Sun Caiyao and the other noble ladies had already noticed Prince Chen escorting Miss Ming back.

    One young lady whispered to her companion, "I never thought Prince Chen, with his temperament, would be so kind to Miss Ming."

    "Look over there," her companion discreetly pointed to the west. "Madam Ming is here too."

    Whether Prince Chen¡¯s actions were genuine or merely for Madam Ming¡¯s benefit, only he knew.

    Members of the royal family were all skilled at putting on an act.

    After Prince Chen left, Sun Caiyao noticed a palace maid from Bright Moon Palace approaching Jiuzhu and couldn¡¯t help but wonder: Were Consort Su and her son truly pleased with Jiuzhu, or were they merely trying to win over the Ming family¡¯s three brothers?

    Had Jiuzhu come to Bright Moon Palace early today of her own accord, or was it with the Ming family¡¯s approval?

    No, impossible. Given the Ming family¡¯s principles, they would never align themselves with a prince known for his arrogance and lack of discipline.

    Jiuzhu alone couldn¡¯t represent anything. The most revered throne in the kingdom would undoubtedly belong to Prince Qi in the future.

    "Miss Ming," the palace maid from Bright Moon Palace approached Jiuzhu and led her to a stone table behind a rockery. She served her fresh tea and pastries, then bowed deeply. "Thank you for coming early today to celebrate Her Highness¡¯s birthday. She was very pleased."

    "It is my duty to come early to celebrate Her Highness¡¯s birthday," Jiuzhu said, recognizing the maid from Bright Moon Palace and inviting her to join her for tea.

    "This servant dares not," the maid quickly declined. "I have a favor to ask of you, Miss."

    "Auntie, you¡¯re too kind. I¡¯m of little influence and may not be able to help," Jiuzhu said, surprised. What could she possibly do?

    "You misunderstand, Miss," the maid explained. "My sisters and I, grateful for Her Highness¡¯s kindness over the years, have embroidered a birthday tribute for her. However, palace rules are strict, and we, being of low status, dare not present it to Her Highness directly. We humbly ask you to deliver it on our behalf."

    The maid pulled out a carefully wrapped embroidery from her sleeve and unfolded it in front of Jiuzhu.

    "Such exquisite craftsmanship," Jiuzhu exclaimed, captivated by the embroidery. "You¡¯re all so talented."

    "You flatter us, Miss," the maid said, wrapping the embroidery back up and handing it to Jiuzhu. "Please help us convey our heartfelt wishes to Her Highness."

    Jiuzhu accepted the package. "Of course."

    "Thank you, Miss," the maid said gratefully, about to bow deeply again, but Jiuzhu stopped her.

    "There¡¯s no need for that, Auntie," Jiuzhu said with an innocent smile. "Your devotion to Her Highness is truly touching. I¡¯ll deliver this right away."

    "Then I¡¯ll trouble you, Miss."

    The maid watched as Jiuzhu left with the embroidery, her head lowered to conceal her emotions.

    "Be careful not to drop anything," Xiangjuan said, checking the guest list. She noticed Miss Ming hiding in a corner, mysteriously beckoning her.

    She put down the list and approached Jiuzhu. "Miss Ming, do you need something from me?"

    ¡°Something doesn¡¯t feel right,¡± Jiuzhu whispered as she pulled Xiangjuan closer to the wall, making sure no one else noticed what they were doing. She crouched down by the wall and pulled something out from her sleeve.

    Seeing Miss Jiuzhu crouched on the ground like a small bundle, Xiangjuan hesitated for a moment before copying her posture and squatting down as well. ¡°What is this?¡±

    ¡°Aunt Xiangjuan, I might be overthinking this, but if something¡¯s wrong, could you put in a good word for me in front of Her Highness later? I don¡¯t want her to be angry with me.¡± Jiuzhu unfolded the embroidered piece. ¡°Someone just handed this to me and asked me to deliver it to Her Highness.¡±

    Xiangjuan¡¯s expression changed the moment she saw what was embroidered on the fabric. ¡°Who gave this to you?¡±

    ¡°An aunt from Bright Moon Palace,¡± Jiuzhu replied. Seeing Xiangjuan¡¯s reaction, she knew her suspicions were correct.

    ¡°I thought it was strange. Even though palace rules are strict, Her Highness is so gentle and kind-hearted. If she found out someone had embroidered a celebratory piece for her, she wouldn¡¯t get angry.¡± Jiuzhu crumpled the embroidery into a ball. ¡°When I was little and did something good, I always waited for praise. I wouldn¡¯t give such an opportunity to someone else.¡±

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    Trying to trick her into harming Her Highness? No way!

    Not even a crack in the window would be allowed!

    ¡°Yes, Her Highness is gentle and kind. She would never punish her servants harshly,¡± Xiangjuan said, taking a deep breath. Two months ago, the Imperial Astronomical Bureau had predicted a great calamity around the time of Her Highness¡¯s birthday. The palace absolutely could not have any images of celestial beings riding horses during that period.

    But this embroidery depicted exactly that¡ªa celestial maiden riding a heavenly horse to offer blessings for Her Highness¡¯s birthday.

    If Miss Jiuzhu had presented this celebratory embroidery to Her Highness in front of everyone, the consequences would have been unimaginable¡­

    *Rip!*

    Xiangjuan snapped out of her thoughts to see Miss Jiuzhu tearing the embroidery in half with her bare hands. Seemingly unsatisfied, Jiuzhu shook the fabric and tore it again, reducing it to tattered scraps. She then stomped on the pieces, grinding them into the mud with her feet.

    Xiangjuan fell silent as she watched the deep mud pit beneath Miss Jiuzhu¡¯s feet.

    ¡°Aunt Xiangjuan, now it¡¯s fine,¡± Jiuzhu said with a bright smile.

    ¡°Ah¡­¡± Xiangjuan realized her voice sounded a little hoarse. She shifted her legs, moving slightly further away from the pit.

 Chapter 16

    ¡°Are you sure the item has been delivered to Ming Jiuzhu?¡±

    ¡°This servant would never dare deceive you, Master.¡±

    ¡°But she spent the entire lunch eating, and never once took out the embroidery.¡±

    Not only that, but she ate pastries first, then dishes, then meat, her mouth never stopping.

    ¡°Perhaps¡­ perhaps she forgot?¡±

    ¡°Forgot? Didn¡¯t you say that this Miss Ming is kind and naive, easily swayed by emotions?¡±

    ¡°Maybe kind and naive people¡­ also have poor memories?¡±

    ¡°Master, the maid who gave Ming Jiuzhu the embroidery has been caught.¡±

    The conversation abruptly stopped.

    Had she waited an entire day for this outcome?!

    ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± Consort Su cried softly, tears like pearls rolling down her cheeks. ¡°These past few days, I¡¯ve been unable to eat or sleep. Fortunately, Your Majesty cherishes us, mother and son, and has secured an excellent fianc¨¦e for Du Qing.¡±

    ¡°I never expected that even in such a small matter, someone would scheme to sow discord between me and my future daughter-in-law.¡± At this, Consort Su wept even more bitterly. ¡°But then again, I was born of humble origins. Perhaps only by becoming the wicked mother-in-law will I satisfy certain people¡¯s wishes.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t cry, it will harm your health.¡± Emperor Longfeng personally wiped her tears with a handkerchief. ¡°I will investigate this matter thoroughly and ensure you suffer no injustice.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s not that I mind suffering a little, but Miss Ming is still so young. How could she understand the depths of human malice?¡± Consort Su looked at Emperor Longfeng with tearful eyes. ¡°Your Majesty, these years under your protection, I¡¯ve become oblivious to the world. In the future, even if someone schemes against your daughter-in-law, I fear I won¡¯t be able to protect her.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯ve indeed been too sheltered by me all these years. Otherwise, how could palace servants be bribed by others?¡±

    ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯m already upset. How can you tease me?¡±

    Seeing Consort Su¡¯s displeasure, Emperor Longfeng quickly soothed her. Once she was smiling again, he summoned Ming Jiuzhu to the palace.

    This was Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s first time meeting Emperor Longfeng, the ruler of the empire, who held the lives of thousands in his hands.

    ¡°Your servant, Ming Jiuzhu, pays her respects to Your Majesty.¡± Jiuzhu knelt on the ground, performing a deep bow.

    Emperor Longfeng glanced at Liu Zhongbao, who stepped forward to help Jiuzhu up. ¡°Miss Ming, there¡¯s no need for such formalities.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Eunuch Liu.¡± Jiuzhu smiled at Liu Zhongbao.

    ¡°Sit and speak,¡± Consort Su said. ¡°In front of His Majesty and me, there¡¯s no need to be reserved.¡±

    Jiuzhu looked up and replied softly, ¡°Thank you, Your Grace.¡±

    In Emperor Longfeng¡¯s imagination, the daughter of the Ming family, raised in a Taoist temple, should have a cold and aloof demeanor.

    Meeting her in person, however, he found that the young girl had been raised exceptionally well. She didn¡¯t seem like someone from a temple but rather like a child doted on by elders, sheltered from the world and thus appearing innocent and carefree.

    No wonder Ming Jingzhou, with his rigid personality, had gone so far as to enter the palace to try and annul the engagement.

    Consort Su had taken a liking to her, and even Liu Zhongbao, upon returning from the Ming residence, had praised Miss Ming¡¯s character. It seemed this marriage arrangement was indeed a good decision.

    ¡°I called you here just to chat,¡± Emperor Longfeng said slowly. ¡°We are all family here. You can treat me as an ordinary elder.¡±

    Jiuzhu nodded obediently. ¡°Your Majesty, may I ask if the person who harmed Consort Su has been caught?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ve already sent people to investigate secretly. I will ensure justice is served for Consort Su.¡± Emperor Longfeng watched Jiuzhu, curious about what she would say next.

    ¡°That¡¯s good.¡± Jiuzhu breathed a sigh of relief, completely trusting Emperor Longfeng¡¯s words. ¡°Today is Her Grace¡¯s birthday. The person who did this is truly wicked.¡±

    ¡°Fortunately, Miss Ming is clever and didn¡¯t let the villain succeed.¡± Emperor Longfeng laughed heartily, seeing how easily she believed him. ¡°Why do you think the villain wanted you to deliver something to Consort Su?¡±

    ¡°Perhaps¡­ perhaps because Her Grace likes me,¡± Jiuzhu said shyly. ¡°They wanted to use me to spoil Her Grace¡¯s mood.¡±

    Emperor Longfeng chuckled. ¡°Consort Su does indeed like you very much.¡±

    That cursed embroidery wasn¡¯t just meant to ruin Consort Su¡¯s mood but to sow discord between her and the Ming family¡¯s daughter.

    What could be more reassuring to certain people than a rift between Consort Su and her daughter-in-law from the Ming family?

    ¡°Xiangjuan,¡± Prince Chen entered the inner courtyard and saw the maid guarding the door. ¡°Has that girl from the Ming family been summoned by His Majesty?¡±

    Xiangjuan nodded.

    Prince Chen lifted the curtain and strode inside.

    ¡°Father.¡± Prince Chen entered the room, glanced at Jiuzhu sitting below, and bowed. ¡°It¡¯s almost dark. I should escort Miss Ming home, lest Minister Ming worry.¡±

    ¡°No need to worry. I¡¯ve already sent word to Ming Jingzhou that Miss Ming will stay overnight at Bright Moon Palace.¡± Emperor Longfeng sipped his tea. ¡°Your mother and Miss Ming are like mother and daughter. It¡¯s good for her to stay and keep your mother company.¡±

    ¡°What does a young girl like her understand?¡± Prince Chen sat down beside Jiuzhu and snatched a pastry from her plate. ¡°She came to the palace for a birthday banquet and was already caught in someone¡¯s scheme. If she stays a few more days, someone might have her delivering things to you.¡±

    Jiuzhu pushed her untouched teacup toward Prince Chen, lest he choke on the pastry.

    After taking a few sips of the tea Jiuzhu offered, Prince Chen set the cup down and smiled. ¡°Tonight, you stay at Bright Moon Palace to keep Mother company. I¡¯ll take this clueless girl away.¡±

    With that, he grabbed Jiuzhu¡¯s sleeve and pulled her up from her seat. ¡°Father, Mother, I take my leave.¡±

    Jiuzhu glanced at Prince Chen, then at Consort Su and the Emperor. She curtsied and allowed Prince Chen to lead her out.

    Consort Su touched her teacup and smiled. ¡°Someone, bring His Majesty a fresh cup of tea.¡±

    ¡°Du Qing¡¯s personality is truly a result of Your Majesty¡¯s indulgence,¡± she said, placing the new tea before Emperor Longfeng. ¡°Your Majesty, don¡¯t you agree?¡±

    Emperor Longfeng shook his head helplessly. ¡°Rest for a while. I¡¯ll summon the Minister of Court of Judicial Review. Rest assured, I won¡¯t let you suffer any injustice.¡±

    Consort Su squeezed Emperor Longfeng¡¯s hand but said nothing.

    ¡°I¡¯ll return to have dinner with you tonight.¡±

    ¡°Your Majesty, take care on your way.¡± Consort Su stood and straightened Emperor Longfeng¡¯s robes. ¡°I¡¯ll have the kitchen prepare your favorite dishes.¡±

    ¡°Good.¡± Emperor Longfeng embraced Consort Su before leaving.

    Consort Su wiped her now-dry tears and said, ¡°In gratitude for Heaven¡¯s blessings, summon all the palace consorts tomorrow to copy scriptures with me, to calm our minds and pray for the well-being of the people.¡±

    If she wasn¡¯t happy, then no one else should be either.

    A wicked consort should act like one.

    ¡°Your Highness,¡± Jiuzhu said as they descended the steps, glancing back worriedly. ¡°Won¡¯t His Majesty be angry with you for leaving like this?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m His Majesty¡¯s son. He won¡¯t be angry with me.¡± Prince Chen let go of Jiuzhu¡¯s hand and smirked. ¡°But have you considered that he might be angry with you?¡±

    Jiuzhu stopped in her tracks. ¡°Surely¡­ surely not?¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Since I¡¯m the one who took you away, and His Majesty won¡¯t be angry with me, why would he be upset with you?¡± The evening glow bathed Prince Chen¡¯s face, making it as red as the sunset. ¡°You¡¯re my future wife. We¡¯re one and the same. Understand?¡± Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    ¡°I understand. After we marry, we¡¯ll live in the same house, eat together, and play together.¡± Jiuzhu nodded, patting her chest. ¡°We¡¯ll be family.¡±

    Prince Chen: ¡°¡­¡±

    Something about that sounded both correct and slightly off.

    ¡°Do you know why I¡¯m taking you out of the palace?¡±

    ¡°No,¡± Jiuzhu said, looking at Prince Chen in confusion. ¡°Aren¡¯t you taking me home, Your Highness?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m taking you out, and you just follow?¡± Prince Chen snorted. ¡°Aren¡¯t you afraid I might trick you into doing something bad?¡±

    ¡°What does Your Highness want to do?¡± Jiuzhu whispered. ¡°I¡¯ll help you.¡±

    Prince Chen sighed silently. This girl¡¯s mind was indeed¡­ a bit too simple.

    ¡°Why aren¡¯t you saying anything?¡± Jiuzhu whispered even lower, standing on tiptoe to speak into Prince Chen¡¯s ear. ¡°Is it something difficult?¡±

    ¡°I was just teasing you. There¡¯s nothing to do.¡± Prince Chen covered his ear and took a few steps forward, gazing at the imperial palace bathed in twilight. ¡°I just thought you might not sleep well in the palace, so I¡¯m taking you home.¡±

    This place, with its layers of courtyards, was no place for a young girl to linger.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu walked over to Prince Chen and gave him a big smile. "Thank you, Your Highness."

    "Let''s go, I''ll take you back."

    The night was cool as water. Jiuzhu lit a candle, spread out a sheet of letter paper, and sat upright at the table, carefully writing a letter to her two masters.

    ¡¾To the two best masters in the world, I hope this letter finds you well.¡¿

    ¡¾I wonder if you liked the pastries I sent you the other day? Have all the oranges in the temple ripened yet?¡¿

    ¡¾I¡¯ve been doing well in the capital, though I do miss you both from time to time, as well as every plant and tree in the temple. In my last letter, I forgot to mention that my parents don¡¯t mind how much I eat. In fact, they say eating a lot brings good fortune. I know they still feel guilty about the past, even though I¡¯ve never blamed them.¡¿

    ¡¾The late autumn here in the capital is much colder than in Lingzhou. My mother has made me many new clothes and shoes, and this time I¡¯ve also prepared some new winter garments for you both. By the time they reach Lingzhou, winter will have set in, so they should be just right to wear.¡¿

    ¡¾Second Master, do you remember how I wanted to raise a white horse when I was little? Now I have a little white horse of my own. It¡¯s gentle and adorable, like a big, friendly dog.¡¿

    ¡¾I know you both told me not to speak of what happened eight years ago, for my own safety. Please don¡¯t worry¡ªI won¡¯t let your efforts go to waste¡­¡¿

    The candlelight flickered as Jiuzhu hesitated for a moment, then continued writing.

    ¡¾Before I came to the capital, First Master told me that the city is vast and bustling, and finding someone I haven¡¯t seen in years would be like searching for a needle in the ocean. He advised me not to be too fixated on it. But I¡¯ve been fortunate¡ªI¡¯ve already met my benefactor.¡¿

    After folding the letter, Jiuzhu slipped it into an envelope and happily drew a little duck on the back.

    Her masters always praised her drawing skills, so every time she wrote a letter, she would add a little sketch.

    Seeing her words and drawings was like seeing Jiuzhu herself.

 Chapter 17

    "Your Highness."

    "Is my mother not here?" Prince Qi noticed the awkward expression on the palace maid''s face and stopped to look at her.

    "Your Highness, early this morning, the Bright Moon Palace sent someone to invite Her Ladyship, saying she was to copy scriptures for the people''s blessings."

    Prince Qi handed the carved wooden box in his hand to the maid: "When my mother returns, give this to her. I came across this pair of bracelets while shopping and thought they would suit her well, so I bought them."

    Copying scriptures?

    Everyone in the palace knew that Consort Su disliked poetry, calligraphy, and painting. It was likely that only the consorts she disliked were the ones copying scriptures, while she herself never touched a brush.

    Whenever Consort Su was in a bad mood, some unfortunate consort would inevitably suffer. There were no exceptions.

    "Your Highness," a servant whispered a reminder, "the inner palace is not a place to linger. You should head to Taiyang Palace to pay your respects to His Majesty."

    Outside Taiyang Palace, Liu Zhongbao saw Prince Qi and greeted him with a smile: "Greetings, Fourth Prince."

    "Eunuch Liu, good health to you." Prince Qi glanced toward the palace: "Is His Majesty available at the moment?"

    "The Emperor said that if any of the princes arrive at this hour, there is no need for me to announce them. Your Highness may enter directly." Liu Zhongbao smiled and pushed the door open for Prince Qi.

    As he walked through the solemn corridor, Prince Qi heard laughter coming from the inner chamber. He paused, straightened his robes, and stepped inside.

    "Your son greets His Majesty."

    Prince Qi''s bow was executed with grace and precision, so flawless that even the most critical etiquette official could find no fault.

    "Rise and take a seat." Emperor Longfeng gestured for a servant to bring a stool for Prince Qi: "Your younger brother just came to complain to me about not having eaten, forcing the servants to prepare him breakfast."

    Prince Qi glanced at Prince Chen, who was sitting at the table quietly eating, and smiled: "Fifth Brother has always been carefree. Once he marries, his consort will surely keep him in line."

    "Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Emperor Longfeng pointed to the empty seat on his right: "If not, join your brother."

    "Thank you for your kindness, Father, but I have already eaten."

    "A grown man like me, being managed by a young girl?" Prince Chen set down his chopsticks and naturally accepted the service of the Taiyang Palace attendants, who seemed accustomed to treating him as if he were the palace''s young master.

    Emperor Longfeng smiled without comment and motioned for the servants to clear the table: "Yanze, your wedding is approaching. If there is anything you need, report it directly to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and have them prepare it for you."

    "The Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Rites have been very attentive to my wedding preparations. Today, I came to the palace to pay my respects to you, Father, and also to see my mother." Prince Qi glanced at Prince Chen: "Only after arriving did I learn that Consort Su has taken the consorts to copy scriptures for blessings."

    "That''s a good thing," Prince Chen leaned lazily on his chair: "Thanks to the heavens'' protection and Father''s diligent governance, the people of our great empire live in peace and prosperity. The consorts'' actions will surely be praised as a virtuous deed."

    Prince Qi chuckled: "Fifth Brother speaks wisely. I believe that not only should the consorts copy scriptures, but as princes, we should also do so to pray for the people''s well-being."

    Prince Chen glanced at Prince Qi out of the corner of his eye. In all his years, this was the first time he had seen someone volunteer to copy scriptures.

    What kind of mindset was this?

    "Copying scriptures requires sincerity. I fear that if we write too many, the gods won''t have time to read them all." Prince Chen thwarted Prince Qi''s attempt to drag all his siblings into this: "Why not donate some money to a charity instead? That would also be a virtuous act. Father, don''t you think that makes sense?"

    Emperor Longfeng nodded slightly: "Yanze, with your wedding approaching, there''s no need for you to trouble yourself with such trivial matters as copying scriptures."

    "Understood," Prince Qi lowered his eyes: "I was not thinking clearly."

    Emperor Longfeng had intended to offer some advice about mutual support in marriage, but seeing Yun Yanze''s respectful demeanor, he turned to Yun Duqing instead.

    "Father, I too am engaged, though my wedding is still some time away. There are many things I need to prepare." Prince Chen quickly spoke up: "The Ministry of War seems interesting. Why don''t you let me spend a few days there?"

    Copying scriptures was out of the question. What sane person would enjoy such a task?

    "The Minister of War is getting old," Emperor Longfeng, as a ruler, had some sympathy for his trusted ministers and had no intention of letting his son cause trouble for the elderly man.

    "I think the Ministry of Rites would be a better fit," Emperor Longfeng pondered: "You can spend some time there."

    The Minister of Rites was known for his good temper, eloquence, and robust health, making him less likely to fall ill from stress.

    More importantly, the Vice Minister of Rites was Ming Jingzhou.

    "Father, I think we can still discuss this further..."

    "A gentleman''s word is as good as gold. I will issue the decree to the Ministry of Rites tomorrow." Emperor Longfeng waved his hand, looking exasperated: "You may leave now."

    "Father, Dad, Dear Father..."

    "Liu Zhongbao, escort Prince Chen out."

    Watching Prince Chen being "escorted" out by Liu Zhongbao, Prince Qi stood up and bowed: "Father, I shall take my leave as well."

    Among all the princes, who but Yun Duqing would dare to act so recklessly in front of the Emperor?

    "Your Highness," Liu Zhongbao stood smiling at the door: "Please do not be upset. His Majesty''s decision to assign you to the Ministry of Rites is for your own good."

    Of course, it was also for the good of the Minister of War.

    Though the Ministry of Rites had many trivial matters, many of its duties were related to education and imperial examinations. By insisting that the Fifth Prince go to the Ministry of Rites, His Majesty was paving the way for his future.

    "Fifth Brother," Prince Qi stepped out of the hall and approached Prince Chen: "Congratulations."

    "What is there to congratulate?" Prince Chen raised an eyebrow: "Are you not enjoying your time at the Ministry of Revenue?"

    Prince Qi smiled faintly: "It''s rare for Fifth Brother to take the initiative to share Father''s burdens. That alone deserves congratulations."

    "I accept your congratulations, Fourth Brother," Prince Chen replied with a half-smile: "But mere words are not enough. Remember to send a gift to my residence later." sea??h th§× N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    With that, he turned and strode away.

    Liu Zhongbao watched the scene with a smile and bowed slightly as Prince Chen left.

    At Bright Moon Palace, Consort Su ate a piece of fruit fed to her by a maid and picked up a copied scripture to examine. She clicked her tongue and shook her head.

    "The handwriting is sloppy. Their hearts are not sincere," she sighed: "They will continue copying tomorrow."

    "Your Ladyship," Xiangjuan whispered: "His Majesty has issued a decree, assigning His Highness to the Ministry of Rites to learn the ropes."

    Consort Su sat up from her recliner: "How old is the Minister of Rites?"

    "Just past forty, and he has a good temper."

    "Oh," Consort Su lay back lazily: "Then it''s fine."

    The officials of the Ministry of Rites, however, felt that it was not fine¡ªin fact, it was a major issue.

    Among the six ministries, why did the troublemaker have to come to their department?

    "The Minister of War is elderly and can''t handle stress."

    "The Minister of Works has a fiery temper and is prone to violence."

    "Prince Qi is at the Ministry of Revenue."

    "Prince Huai is at the Ministry of Justice."

    "What about the Ministry of Personnel?"

    "The Minister of Personnel has a habit of threatening to commit suicide by banging his head against a wall when things don''t go his way. You know how it is."

    "Then who will oversee Prince Chen when he arrives at the Ministry of Rites?"

    The room fell silent as no one volunteered.

    Footsteps echoed from outside, and everyone turned to see Ming Jingzhou entering. Their eyes lit up with hope.

    It had to be him!

    Ming Jingzhou was startled by his colleagues'' intense gazes and took a step back: "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

    "Brother Ming, take heart. There''s no hurdle in life that can''t be overcome."

    "Brother Ming, you look exceptionally dashing today."

    "The honor and future of the Ministry of Rites rest on your shoulders."

    Ming Jingzhou noticed that even colleagues who had argued with him a few days ago over political differences were now smiling at him with genuine warmth and friendliness.

    The Ministry of Rites had two vice ministers. The other vice minister, Zhou Rui, seeing that Ming Jingzhou was still unaware of the situation, couldn''t help but pat his shoulder with a smile: "A decree just came from the palace. Prince Chen will be joining our Ministry of Rites."

    Ming Jingzhou: "..."

    First, he was to marry his daughter, and now he had to teach his future son-in-law in advance? What kind of suffering was this?

    Did His Majesty''s conscience not ache even the slightest bit?

    "Is this the Ministry of Rites?" Jiuzhu stepped down from the carriage, holding a food box, and looked up at the plaque above the ministry''s gate in awe: "What beautiful calligraphy."

    Chunfen approached the guard at the gate: "Sir, I am from Vice Minister Ming''s household, here to deliver a food box for him. Could you please inform him?"

    "Please wait a moment," the guard signaled, and someone went inside to deliver the message.

    Jiuzhu was visiting the Ministry of Rites for the first time, and even the pair of stone lions at the entrance seemed exceptionally majestic to her.

    Her father was truly remarkable to hold a position here.

    The clip-clop of horse hooves approached, and as Jiuzhu turned around, her eyes curved into a smile. "Your Highness."

    "What are you doing here?" Prince Chen dismounted from his horse and noticed the food box in Jiuzhu''s arms. "Are you delivering meals to Vice Minister Ming?"

    "I had nothing else to do, so when my mother arranged for someone to bring the meals, I decided to tag along," Jiuzhu explained, tilting her head curiously. "But why are you here, Your Highness?"

    "I naturally have official business to attend to," Prince Chen replied, lifting his chin slightly. "I also serve in the Ministry of Rites, unlike you, a young lady with nothing but free time on her hands."

    "Your Highness is so impressive," Jiuzhu said, her eyes sparkling as if stars had fallen into them.

    Prince Chen, who had originally planned to make a brief visit to the Ministry of Rites, found himself smiling faintly at her radiant gaze. "It''s nothing extraordinary."

    "Your Highness, do you know who wrote the calligraphy on that plaque? The characters are so beautiful."

    Prince Chen looked up at the plaque and pondered for a moment. "These characters were written by the renowned minister Wang Jiaxu. He assisted our ancestors in establishing the empire, codified laws, and lived a life of integrity and righteousness. After his death, countless commoners voluntarily mourned him and guarded his tomb, calling him ''The Just and Honorable Lord.'' He was truly a figure worthy of admiration."

    "Your Highness knows so much," Jiuzhu marveled. "To be so beloved by the people, he must have been a great official."

    "Indeed, to have such capable ministers is a blessing for the court and the people alike..."

    "Your humble servant greets Your Highness," Ming Jingzhou approached Prince Chen and bowed. "I apologize for not welcoming you properly. Please forgive my oversight."

    Prince Chen helped Ming Jingzhou up and returned a half bow, as a junior would to a senior. "We are colleagues in the Ministry of Rites. There''s no need for such formality."

    Colleagues?

    You haven''t even set foot inside the Ministry of Rites. How can you call yourself a colleague?

    "Father," Jiuzhu handed the food box to Ming Jingzhou and then happily gave Prince Chen a respectful curtsy. "I didn''t realize Your Highness and my father were colleagues. I hope you''ll look after him in the future."

    "Of course, of course," Prince Chen smiled. "Minister Ming is a man of great learning and wisdom. There is much I wish to learn from him."

    Jiuzhu nodded in agreement and turned to her father with a serious expression. "Your Highness is still young, so it''s natural that there are things he doesn''t understand yet. Father, you should teach him well."

    Ming Jingzhou, holding the food box tightly, looked at Prince Chen, who was smiling amiably and returning a junior''s bow.

    Your Highness, something is off about you!

 Chapter 18

    "Father?" Jiuzhu blinked at Ming Jingzhou, puzzled by his silence.

    Ming Jingzhou snapped out of his thoughts and nodded with a smile. "Don''t worry. As a loyal subject, I will fulfill my duties and not disappoint His Majesty."

    If it were Prince Chen who disappointed His Majesty, that would have nothing to do with him.

    "It''s getting late. You should head back now," Ming Jingzhou said gently. "I will escort His Highness inside first."

    "Understood. I won''t disturb you and His Highness any further." Jiuzhu took a few steps back, waving her hand. "Please go ahead."

    Prince Chen, sensing the perfunctory tone in Ming Jingzhou''s words, raised an eyebrow and smiled at Jiuzhu before following Ming Jingzhou into the Ministry of Rites.

    As they walked, the officials they encountered along the way seemed to regard Prince Chen as if he were a ferocious beast, hurriedly bowing and then scurrying away. Compared to them, Ming Jingzhou, who led the way, appeared almost normal.

    "Your Highness, this is where my colleagues and I usually dine. Perhaps you would like to rest in the room first? After I finish my meal, I will report to you about the affairs of the Ministry of Rites," Ming Jingzhou said, placing a food box on the ground and bowing respectfully to Prince Chen.

    "There''s no need for such formality, Minister Ming." Prince Chen bent down to pick up the food box, wiping its bottom with a handkerchief. "It just so happens that I haven''t had lunch yet. I hope you won''t mind if I join you at the table."

    Ming Jingzhou: "..."

    He did mind, but he didn''t dare say it.

    "Your Highness, this way." Ming Jingzhou pushed open the door to the ministry''s dining hall. The officials inside, who had been chatting, abruptly fell silent and hastily stood up to bow to Prince Chen. Ming Jingzhou felt an odd sense of satisfaction.

    This was how it should be¡ªsharing hardships was what true colleagues did.

    "Gentlemen, there''s no need for such formalities. I came here to seek your guidance," Prince Chen said, choosing an empty table and placing the food box on it. "We''ll be working together in the future, so please treat me as an ordinary colleague."

    Everyone knew Prince Chen was merely being polite, but for them, the fact that he was willing to extend such courtesy was already a great honor.

    In their expectations, Prince Chen might have left after a brief visit, or he might have bossed them around, nitpicking and finding fault with everything.

    The Minister of Rites, Li En, let out a long sigh of relief. Prince Chen... wasn''t as difficult to deal with as they had feared.

    Human nature was such that when expectations were too high, people tended to find fault. But if someone was usually arrogant and unreasonable, a sudden display of politeness could feel like a pleasant surprise, even making one feel special for receiving such treatment.

    Prince Chen arranged the dishes from the food box on the table and had a servant bring rice. Noticing Ming Jingzhou still standing nearby, he smiled and said, "Minister Ming, why don''t you sit down and join me?"

    Ming Jingzhou looked at the delicious-looking dishes, his hands trembling slightly inside his sleeves.

    These were his dishes, kept warm by hot water at the bottom of the food box, delivered all the way here without cooling down!

    He sat down, picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the table, and with a snap, they broke in two.

    Prince Chen paused mid-motion, staring at the broken chopstick tip that had fallen onto the table.

    "My apologies, Your Highness," Ming Jingzhou said awkwardly, replacing the broken chopsticks with a new pair. "The Ministry of Rites has limited funds, so our utensils are reused and quite fragile. Even we scholars often accidentally break them."

    "I see," Prince Chen said, picking up the broken chopsticks and tossing them into a nearby waste basket. "Once I''m familiar with the affairs of the Ministry, I will petition His Majesty for funds to renovate the ministry."

    "Thank you, Your Highness," Li En said, approaching with his bowl and chopsticks. "Later, I can show you around and point out the areas in dire need of repair, so you won''t accidentally walk under crumbling walls or roofs."

    Prince Chen: "..."

    "If Your Highness finds my company dull, Minister Ming can join us," Li En added with a flattering smile. "What do you think, Your Highness?"

    Prince Chen fell silent, wondering where he had gone wrong to end up on the path of securing funds for the Ministry of Rites.

    Initially, he had only intended to visit the Ministry, find an excuse to tell His Majesty that he didn''t fit in here, and leave.

    "Your Highness?" Li En looked at him expectantly.

    Prince Chen set down his chopsticks. "Thank you, Minister. I will be more careful in the future."

    Li En gently nudged Ming Jingzhou with his elbow, hoping he would clarify that the issue wasn''t about being careful but about the Ministry''s dire need for funds.

    Ming Jingzhou, however, lowered his head and continued eating with refined elegance.

    He was just a humble, hungry scholar who wanted to enjoy his meal in peace.

    After delivering the meal to her father, Jiuzhu happily boarded her carriage to return home.

    Along the way, the carriage came to a halt.

    "Miss, the carriage ahead belongs to the Pingyuan Marquisate," Chunfen said, lifting the curtain and leaning out to ask Jiuzhu, "Should we yield the way?"

    "The Pingyuan Marquisate?" Jiuzhu peeked out the window and saw a crowd of servants surrounding the carriage, with passersby hurriedly making way.

    "Let them pass," Jiuzhu said, withdrawing her gaze and lowering the curtain.

    Chunfen nodded and turned to the coachman. "Miss has ordered us to yield to the Pingyuan Marquisate''s carriage."

    Inside the Pingyuan Marquisate''s carriage, the elderly lady noticed the brief pause and asked her maid, "What''s happening ahead?"

    "A carriage was blocking the way, but they yielded upon learning our identity," the maid replied, gently massaging the lady''s shoulders.

    "Tell the younger ones in the family not to flaunt our status when we''re out. We mustn''t tarnish the reputation of Her Majesty and Prince Qi," the lady said, closing her eyes to rest. "Do we know which family''s carriage it was? Have Wangnan go and express our thanks."

    With her son seriously ill, the eldest grandson, Zheng Wangnan, the heir to the marquisate, was the most suitable to show the family''s humility.

    "I am Zheng Wangnan, heir to the Pingyuan Marquisate. Thank you for yielding the way," Zheng Wangnan said, glancing at the carriage without a family crest. He remained on his horse, offering a slight bow.

    "You''re too kind, Young Master Zheng. The elderly should always be given precedence. As a junior, it is only proper for my lady to yield," Chunfen said, stepping down from the carriage and performing a deep bow.

    Zheng Wangnan looked at the maid, feeling a faint sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

    "Young Master, please proceed," Chunfen said, gesturing politely.

    "Thank you, miss," Zheng Wangnan said, bowing once more toward the carriage.

    As he prepared to leave, another rider approached.

    "Prince Qi!" Zheng Wangnan recognized the rider and quickly dismounted, leading his horse to the side to make way.

    "Cousin," Prince Qi said, noticing the Pingyuan Marquisate''s carriage and bringing his horse to a stop.

    The members of the marquisate, who had been sitting inside the carriage, all stepped out.

    "Grandmother, please don''t stand on ceremony," Prince Qi said, dismounting and supporting the elderly lady. "Where are you all headed?"

    "Your wedding is approaching, and I, being old and frail, can only take the younger generation to the temple to pray for your continued blessings and success," the lady said, her eyes filled with affection. "How have you been, Your Highness?"

    "Thank you for your concern, Grandmother. I am well. But you seem to have lost weight. If my affairs have caused you distress, how could I ever forgive myself?" Prince Qi noticed the unmarked carriage in the corner, which had clearly yielded to the marquisate''s procession. "Whose carriage is that?"

    The curtain of the carriage shifted, and a young woman in a pale blue dress stepped down, supported by her maid.

    "This humble subject greets Prince Qi."

    Zheng Wangnan''s eyes lit up. It was the young lady who had turned an ordinary hairpin into a shining star.

    The women of the Zheng family, however, paled. The seemingly ordinary carriage had been carrying Prince Chen''s fianc¨¦e!

    Recalling how Empress Su had openly shown her favor during the imperial banquet, they felt a pang of guilt.

    When the two carriages had met earlier, they hadn''t even considered yielding. If Empress Su found out they had forced her future daughter-in-law to make way on the street...

    Prince Qi glanced at the Zheng family''s expressions and returned Jiuzhu''s half-bow. "Miss Ming."

    Jiuzhu stepped aside to avoid the bow, lowering her head and keeping her gaze modest. "This humble servant does not dare to accept Your Highness''s courtesy."

    "Earlier, I did not realize it was Miss Ming passing by. The coachman was ignorant and delayed your journey," the Dowager of Pingyuan Marquisate took a step back. "Miss Ming, please proceed."

    Jiuzhu smiled gently. "The Dowager is an elder. How could I, a junior, disrespect an elder? However, since the Dowager is conversing with Prince Qi, I do not wish to intrude. Please forgive me for taking my leave first."

    The carriage of Pingyuan Marquisate moved aside, clearing a wide path.

    Jiuzhu curtsied to the Dowager and Prince Qi. "Thank you, Your Highness Prince Qi, and thank you, Dowager."

    From beginning to end, she did not spare Prince Qi a single glance, despite his reputation for being the most elegant and handsome man in the capital, the one who made countless women swoon.

    "She... she''s the Ming family''s daughter?" Zheng Wangnan stared blankly as the carriage disappeared into the distance. "How can she be the Ming family''s daughter?"

    The Ming family''s daughter¡ªwasn''t she the fianc¨¦e of Prince Chen?

    Hearing Zheng Wangnan''s soft murmur, Prince Qi turned to glance at him.

    "Wangnan," the Dowager spoke up. "Go to the carriage and fetch the protective talisman I requested for His Highness."

    "Yes," Zheng Wangnan snapped out of his daze, not even having time to mourn the little deer in his heart that had died before it could be born.

    "Miss," Chunfen observed Jiuzhu''s expression carefully. "You seem to dislike Prince Qi and the people from Pingyuan Marquisate. I thought that someone as elegant, gentle, and handsome as Prince Qi would at least not be someone you actively dislike."

    Her young lady was always so kind and considerate; she wouldn''t dislike someone without reason. There must be something wrong with Prince Qi and Pingyuan Marquisate.

    "He''s good-looking?" Jiuzhu disagreed. "Prince Chen is the one who''s good-looking. When he smiles, his eyes shine so brightly, like the morning sun."

    Chunfen didn''t see much difference in the way the two princes smiled. After all, they were both royal princes of noble status.

    "Sister Chunfen, is my dislike for them very obvious?"

    "Not too obvious. Others wouldn''t notice, but those close to you might pick up on it." Chunfen lifted the carriage curtain and glanced back. Prince Qi was supporting the Dowager''s hand, and many women on the roadside were stealing glances at him.

    Jiuzhu recalled the struggle and despair she felt eight years ago, when muddy river water filled her mouth and nose. "Perhaps some people are just inherently incompatible. Dislike is dislike; no amount of forcing it will change that."

    No matter how beautifully Prince Qi smiled, she couldn''t help but remember the taste of river water mixed with the stench of mud.

    Dark, damp, carrying the scent of death.

    In Taiyang Palace, Emperor Longfeng had personally drafted two imperial edicts, neither of which had yet been stamped with the imperial seal.

    One edict promoted Ming Jingzhou to the title of Earl of Ningkang.

    The other edict elevated Ming Jingzhou''s daughter to the rank of County Princess.

    "Your Majesty, the Director of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau has arrived." S§×ar?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Minister, after all this time calculating, have you reached a conclusion?"

    "Your Majesty, the astrological readings for Miss Ming and Prince Chen indicate a fate intertwined like clouds parting to reveal the moon, the sun rising to illuminate the sky, and a tree flourishing with vines. Should the tree wither, the vines will perish."

    "Minister, speak plainly."

    "Their destinies are deeply connected. Together, they will bring prosperity to each other. Separated, calamity will follow."

    Emperor Longfeng chuckled softly, neither affirming nor denying the validity of such fate readings. "Then have you calculated an auspicious date for their wedding?"

    "The second day of the second month next spring, when the Flower Goddess descends."

    "The second day of the second month, the day the dragon raises its head¡ªa most auspicious day indeed." Emperor Longfeng laughed heartily, picking up the imperial seal and stamping it firmly on the edict promoting Ming Jingzhou to Earl of Ningkang.

    The Director of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau bowed his head even lower. Most emperors were sensitive to the word "dragon," and he dared not respond.

    "This day is fitting for my son''s grand wedding."

 Chapter 19

    The decree from Taiyang Palace had not yet been announced, but the concubines in the rear palace were already exhausted from the endless scripture copying.

    ¡°Five days! Su Meidai made me copy scriptures for five whole days!¡± Consort Ning glared at the pile of scriptures on her desk, her eyes bloodshot. She raised her hand, wanting to tear them all to pieces, but the thought of Su Meidai¡¯s ruthless methods made her restrain herself.

    ¡°Your Highness,¡± a palace maid stammered, shrinking her neck as she spoke to the furious Consort Ning. ¡°Consort Su from Bright Moon Palace sent someone to say¡­ to say¡­¡±

    ¡°What did she say now?¡± Consort Ning¡¯s chest heaved with anger, her hands gripping the edge of the table. ¡°Speak!¡±

    ¡°Consort Su said that, moved by the benevolence of all the ladies, tomorrow¡­ tomorrow we will continue copying scriptures.¡±

    ¡°Su Meidai!¡± Consort Ning finally lost her temper, sweeping the scriptures off the table. ¡°That vile woman is going too far!¡±

    ¡°Your Highness, please calm down,¡± the female official said, bending to pick up the scattered scriptures. ¡°Consort Su is currently in the Emperor¡¯s favor. You must endure. Throughout history, which scheming concubine hasn¡¯t enjoyed a brief moment of glory before meeting a tragic end? You still have Prince Qi. His Highness is outstanding, admired by all the court officials. As long as you remain patient, everything will turn out well.¡±

    ¡°Back then, during the trip to Lingzhou¡­¡±

    ¡°Your Highness!¡± The female official placed the scriptures back on the table. ¡°Don¡¯t forget, eight years ago, when you were unwell, His Highness stayed in the palace to care for you. You and His Highness did not accompany the Emperor on that journey.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re right.¡± Consort Ning gently smoothed the curled corners of the scriptures, her voice softening. ¡°My son is filial and virtuous, far superior to that useless Prince Chen.¡±

    In Bright Moon Palace, Consort Su flipped through the case files compiled by the Court of Judicial Review and let out a disdainful snort. ¡°A concubine who was never favored by the late Emperor went to such lengths to bribe a maid in Bright Moon Palace, using embroidery to sow discord between me and Jiuzhu. What was she trying to achieve?¡±

    If she had such capabilities, she would have won the late Emperor¡¯s favor long ago. How could she still have been a low-ranking concubine when the Emperor passed away?

    ¡°I don¡¯t care who¡¯s behind this. Until I¡¯ve fully vented my anger, they will continue copying scriptures.¡± Consort Su tossed the case files onto the table and lazily closed her eyes. ¡°Once their malice is purified by the scriptures, they won¡¯t have the energy to scheme behind my back.¡±

    ¡°These scheming individuals thought they could use petty tricks to drive a wedge between you and Miss Ming, but they didn¡¯t realize how clever Miss Ming is. Not only did she expose their plot, but they also lost many of their trusted aides.¡± Xiangjuan smiled. ¡°Even I was surprised that day when Miss Ming pretended to agree with them and then secretly informed me.¡±

    ¡°It shows that she sees me as someone she can trust.¡± Consort Su understood clearly that if other noble ladies had encountered such a situation, most would have politely declined or subtly hinted at the danger in a way that protected themselves from being entangled in palace intrigues.

    That would have been the most prudent and perfect solution. But sometimes, what touches the heart the most is precisely that unguarded imperfection.

    ¡°Sigh.¡± Consort Su suddenly sighed. ¡°Xiangjuan, do you think if the Ming family has objections to this marriage, Jiuzhu might feel torn between my son and her family?¡±

    Xiangjuan remained silent.

    Your Highness, Miss Ming and His Highness aren¡¯t even married yet. You¡¯re thinking quite far ahead.

    ¡°By the way, Your Highness, something minor involving Miss Ming happened the other day.¡± Xiangjuan said. ¡°On their way back from a temple visit, the Dowager of Pingyuan Marquisate and her family encountered Miss Ming¡¯s carriage. Without so much as a greeting, they expected Miss Ming to yield the right of way. It wasn¡¯t until they coincidentally met Prince Qi that the Dowager finally spoke up and allowed Miss Ming to pass first.¡±

    ¡°Those pretentious women from Pingyuan Marquisate dare to make my future daughter-in-law yield to them? Have I been too lenient with them?¡± Consort Su opened her eyes. ¡°Do they think they¡¯re worthy of such respect?¡±

    Xiangjuan quietly reminded her, ¡°Your Highness, Miss Ming isn¡¯t married to His Highness yet.¡±

    ¡°So what if they¡¯re not married yet? Wasn¡¯t I clear enough at the birthday banquet?¡± Consort Su scoffed. ¡°Summon the Lady of Pingyuan Marquisate. There are rumors that the Pingyuan Marquisate is excessively extravagant and allows their servants to speak recklessly. I want to know how they manage their household.¡±

    If they dared to make her future daughter-in-law yield on the street, they shouldn¡¯t blame her for humiliating them.

    When it comes to throwing one¡¯s weight around, she¡¯s quite skilled at it.

    At the Ming residence, Lady Shen entered her daughter¡¯s courtyard and saw Jiuzhu painting under a tree. She paused.

    ¡°Mother.¡± Jiuzhu, sharp-eyed and quick-eared, heard her mother¡¯s footsteps as soon as she entered the courtyard. She put down her brush and looked toward the door. ¡°Is there something you need?¡±

    Her mother never disturbed her when she was painting.

    ¡°The Ministry of Rites sent someone to inform us that an imperial decree will be issued later. Go change your clothes so as not to appear disrespectful.¡± Lady Shen walked over to her daughter and glanced at the painting of withered lotus leaves on the table. Her expression remained calm as she looked away. ¡°I wonder what the decree will be about.¡±

    Such formality suggests it¡¯s no small matter.

    Could it¡­ be related to Jiuzhu and His Highness¡¯s wedding date?

    ¡°I¡¯ll go change right away.¡± Jiuzhu asked Lady Shen, ¡°Mother, what do you think of my painting, ¡®Carp Playing Among Lotus¡¯?¡±

    The question transported Lady Shen back over twenty years, to when she had first met her husband. He, too, had held up a painting of something unrecognizable and confidently asked if she liked the artwork he had created especially for her.

    If he hadn¡¯t been so handsome and his voice so pleasant, she might have bluntly asked, ¡°What on earth is this supposed to be?¡±

    But his gaze had been so earnest that she had lied against her better judgment.

    Now, decades later, just when she thought her husband had finally gained some self-awareness about his artistic skills, she found herself once again lying out of love.

    The artistic conception is extraordinary, and the brushstrokes are quite interesting. It¡¯s very good.

    Praising one¡¯s daughter isn¡¯t lying¡ªit¡¯s love.

    ¡°If even Mother says it¡¯s good, then I¡¯m reassured.¡± Jiuzhu hung the painting up to dry. ¡°Once it¡¯s dry, I¡¯ll give it to Prince Chen.¡±

    Lady Shen: ¡°¡­¡±

    Although it¡¯s said that Prince Chen dislikes poetry and literature, he should still have some ability to appreciate art. If Jiuzhu sends this painting to Prince Chen¡¯s residence, might he think she¡¯s deliberately insulting him?

    ¡°Is that not allowed?¡± Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes dimmed as she noticed her mother¡¯s silence.

    ¡°Of course, it¡¯s allowed.¡± Lady Shen replied. ¡°But a young lady¡¯s brushwork is precious and shouldn¡¯t be shown to others lightly.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Mother.¡± Jiuzhu smiled brightly. ¡°I won¡¯t give it to anyone except those close to me.¡±

    Lady Shen forced a smile, hoping that Prince Chen would humor Jiuzhu just as she had humored her husband all those years ago.

    At three in the afternoon, Li En, the Minister of Rites, entered the Ming residence with an imperial decree, accompanied by the palace¡¯s golden-armored honor guard.

    ¡°Brother Ming.¡± Li En smiled at Ming Jingzhou and his family, who were dressed formally and waiting at the main gate. ¡°Today, I am here by His Majesty¡¯s order to announce an imperial decree. Ming Jingzhou, prepare to receive the decree.¡±

    ¡°Long live His Majesty!¡± Ming Jingzhou looked at the golden-armored honor guard behind Li En, puzzled. Why had the Emperor sent the palace¡¯s ceremonial troops?

    ¡°¡­Loyal to the sovereign, devoted to the people¡­¡±

    ¡°Moved by Ming Jingzhou¡¯s loyalty and sincerity, I hereby confer upon him the title of Earl of Ningkang.¡±

    Ming Jingzhou knelt on the ground, stunned, unable to believe his ears.

    A noble title?

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    For countless ministers and generals, the ultimate goal in life was to earn a noble title and be enshrined in the imperial ancestral temple after death. Yet, throughout the Great Cheng Dynasty, emperors rarely granted titles to officials outside the royal family, making such honors exceptionally rare.

    Even though the Ming family had produced two top scholars and one third-place finisher in the imperial examinations, they had never dared to dream of a noble title. And now, it had been bestowed upon him just like that?

    Jiuzhu, kneeling on the ground, glanced at her father. The usually composed and dignified Ming Jingzhou was now visibly shocked and overjoyed, making her curious about just how significant this title was.

    ¡°Congratulations, Earl of Ningkang.¡± Li En handed the decree to Ming Jingzhou, his eyes filled with both admiration and concern. As both a friend and a colleague, he understood the Emperor¡¯s underlying intentions in granting this title to Ming Jingzhou.

    ¡°The wedding date for Prince Chen and your daughter has been set.¡± Li En helped Ming Jingzhou, who was still kneeling, to his feet. ¡°It will be on the second day of the second month next spring.¡±

    The second day of the second month¡­

    Ming Jingzhou abruptly looked down at his daughter, still kneeling on the ground, and murmured, ¡°The second day of the second month¡­¡±

    ¡°Father.¡± Jiuzhu helped Lady Shen stand and winked at Ming Jingzhou, quietly reminding him that he still needed to thank the Emperor.

    "Your humble servant thanks Your Majesty for your profound favor." Ming Jingzhou knelt in the direction of the palace, holding the imperial decree: "As a subject, I shall spare no effort to serve Your Majesty and repay your grace."

    Clutching the decree, which felt as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, he bowed his head to the ground.

    "Father." Jiuzhu knelt beside Ming Jingzhou, her tender yet firm hand supporting his arm.

    Ming Jingzhou looked at his daughter¡¯s still-youthful face. After rising to send off Li En and the ceremonial guards, he sat down in front of Jiuzhu. "Jiuzhu, do you like Prince Chen?"

    Jiuzhu nodded. Prince Chen was kind, and Consort Su was thoughtful. She liked them both very much.

    "I understand." Ming Jingzhou fell silent for a long moment. "You are the treasure of the Ming family. No matter what happens, your mother and I will never let you suffer any grievances."

    "I know." Jiuzhu hugged Lady Shen''s arm. "You are the best father and mother in the world."

    She had been abandoned far away for so long, yet they had searched for her day after day, never giving up, never forgetting.

    Winter had arrived. Prince Chen, wrapped in the morning mist, sat in his carriage leaning against a soft cushion, his face expressionless.

    The clip-clop of the horse''s hooves did nothing to dispel the weariness in his heart. He could hardly believe he had gotten up so early just to go to the Ministry of Rites to learn how to handle affairs.

    "Your Highness." The carriage came to a halt, and a servant whispered from outside: "Someone is blocking the road ahead."

    Prince Chen lifted the carriage curtain and peered at the figure in the mist.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu turned around, bouncing on her toes a couple of times before waving at Prince Chen in the carriage.

    What is this silly girl doing here? Prince Chen didn¡¯t even use the step stool. He jumped straight out of the carriage and strode over to Jiuzhu. "The mist is so heavy this morning. What are you doing here?"

    "I was waiting for you, Your Highness." Jiuzhu pulled out a scroll case she had been hiding behind her back. "At Consort Su''s birthday banquet, I noticed you liked the carp design on my forehead. So, I painted a koi fish scroll for you."

    Taking the scroll case, still warm from Jiuzhu¡¯s hands, Prince Chen sighed. "The morning mist is thick and the dew is heavy. You could have brought this any other time. Why wait here so early?"

    "Official duties come first. Your Highness is always busy with matters at the Ministry of Rites. How could I disturb you?" Jiuzhu smiled brightly. "Now that I¡¯ve delivered the painting, I¡¯ll head home."

    Prince Chen looked at Jiuzhu¡¯s hair, damp from the mist, and the tip of her nose, red from the cold wind. "Wait."

    "What is it, Your Highness?" Jiuzhu looked up at him.

    Pulling out a handkerchief, Prince Chen awkwardly wiped the moisture from her hair. After a few swipes, he stuffed the handkerchief into Jiuzhu¡¯s hand and turned his head away, gruffly saying, "Your hair is wet. Dry it yourself."

    Then, he went back to the carriage and fetched a small hand warmer, pressing it into Jiuzhu¡¯s hands. "Go home early. There are some matters at the Ministry of Rites that can¡¯t be handled without me."

 Chapter 20

    The six ministries of the previous dynasty were built on either side of the main gate of the imperial palace, originally to facilitate the officials'' work and attendance at court. However, a hot-tempered prince suddenly staged a coup, wiping out all the officials of the six ministries in one fell swoop. After that, the emperor learned his lesson and dispersed the six ministries outside the palace, forming a defensive arrangement.

    The Ministry of Rites of the current dynasty is located in the alleyway outside the southern wall of the palace, next to the even poorer Hanlin Academy.

    The Ministry of Revenue''s office is the most well-built, with even the stone lions at its entrance appearing more imposing than those of other ministries. Despite this, during every grand court assembly, the Minister of Revenue wails about being impoverished, which is utterly shameless.

    As the weather grew colder, the officials of the Ministry of Rites huddled around a brazier, their hands trembling as they handled official matters.

    "Today is foggy and cold. Prince Chen probably won''t come."

    "I haven''t seen anyone from the Chen Prince''s Mansion come to request leave, have you?"

    Ming Jingzhou had a hand warmer on his lap, which his daughter had thoughtfully given him before he left home. Listening to his colleagues'' idle chatter, he shook the scroll in his hand and made notes in the margins with his brush.

    "Lord Ming, are you aware of anything?"

    Ming Jingzhou glanced at the speaker and smiled, "Lord Wang, you jest. Even the Minister doesn''t know, so how could I, a mere subordinate, be any clearer?"

    The questioner chuckled ambiguously. Who didn''t know how Ming Jingzhou had obtained his noble title?

    According to tradition, only the father of the empress was eligible to be ennobled due to marital ties. Prince Chen wasn''t even the crown prince, yet the emperor had already promoted his future father-in-law, almost blatantly showing his favoritism.

    "Gentlemen, you''ve all arrived quite early," Prince Chen entered the room, handing his cloak to his attendant. "I believe I heard someone mention me. What was it about?"

    "Greetings, Your Highness," the officials rose in unison, bowing to Prince Chen.

    "No need for formalities," Prince Chen walked over to Ming Jingzhou and helped him up by the arm. "There are still some matters I''m unclear about. I hope you can enlighten me, Lord Ming."

    "Your Highness is too kind," Ming Jingzhou looked at Prince Chen, who was dressed in luxurious brocade robes, then turned to pick up the scroll he had annotated. "If Your Highness has nothing else to do at the moment, please take these and memorize them. I believe that with Your Highness''s intelligence, you''ll master the contents quickly."

    "Thank you, Lord Ming," Prince Chen took the scroll and returned to the office prepared especially for him in the Ministry of Rites.

    "Lord Ming, what did you have Prince Chen memorize?" After Prince Chen left, a familiar official couldn''t help but ask.

    "The examination questions and top candidates from the past ten imperial examinations, as well as the list of foreign envoys and their important gifts over the past twenty years," Ming Jingzhou replied with a smile. "The affairs of the Ministry of Rites are trivial and complex. His Highness should start by understanding the basics. Although the world is ever-changing, everything ultimately revolves around the same principles. Once the foundation is clear, things will become much simpler in the future."

    The other officials: "..."

    Is Ming Jingzhou really Prince Chen''s future father-in-law, or his sworn enemy?

    The examination questions and lists of top candidates have already been publicly announced by the court. Memorizing them would be nothing but a waste of time.

    No wonder he had dug out those dusty scrolls early in the morning. He had been waiting for Prince Chen all along.

    Truly a member of the Ming Family, who would rather be exiled to the frontier than yield.

    Prince Chen didn''t return to his mansion until the Ministry of Rites had closed for the day. Seeing the scroll and painting tube on the table, he lazily reclined on the couch and said to his attendant, "Fugui, bring me the painting."

    Fugui carefully opened the lid of the painting tube, took out the painting, untied the string, and unrolled it.

    Glancing at the painting, Prince Chen''s eyes widened, and he unconsciously sat up straight, beckoning to Fugui, "Bring it closer."

    "Your Highness, is there something wrong with the painting?" Fugui leaned in, trying to see what was depicted.

    "Close your eyes," Prince Chen stood up and took the painting into his hands. "You may leave. I wish to admire this painting alone."

    Fugui closed his eyes, "Your Highness, I''ll go prepare some hot tea for you."

    "Go ahead," Prince Chen placed the painting on the table and frowned as he examined it.

    What on earth was this supposed to be?

    Where was the koi?

    Where was the lotus?

    He turned the painting upside down, sideways, and every which way, but all he could make out was a blob of ink in the middle that might have been a chubby carp.

    Recalling the young girl''s red nose and sparkling eyes, Prince Chen sighed and rolled up the painting, "Someone, bring me a painting box."

    When the servant brought the box, he placed the painting inside and locked it.

    "Miss Ming''s... artistic skills are unparalleled. I am quite fond of them," Prince Chen put away the key. "No one else in the mansion is to touch this without permission."

    "Yes," the attendants looked at the wooden box with reverence, wondering what kind of breathtaking artistry the future princess consort possessed to earn such respect from His Highness.

    After securing the painting, Prince Chen finally remembered the scroll he had neglected for so long. Picking it up casually, he reclined on the couch again and opened it.

    Examination questions and top candidates from the past ten imperial examinations?

    Flipping through the pages carelessly, Prince Chen wasn''t surprised by Ming Jingzhou''s dismissive attitude. He sped through a few more pages and was about to toss the scroll aside when he noticed the small characters in the corner.

    The main themes of the top candidates'' essays.

    Ming Jiyuan, Li En, Zhou Rui, Ming Zengsheng, Zhao Boshen, Sun Yong, Lin Zhongling, Chen Zhixing...

    Looking through the list, the names of most of the important officials in the court were included.

    After reading Ming Jingzhou''s annotations on the main themes of these officials'' examination essays, Prince Chen''s grip on the scroll tightened. He didn''t even notice that it had grown dark outside.

    "Your Highness," Fugui lit the candles in the room and, seeing the prince''s serious expression, asked nervously, "It''s late. You haven''t eaten yet."

    "I know," Prince Chen looked at the flickering flame on the candlestick. "Serve the meal."

    At the dining table, Jiuzhu ladled a bowl of soup for Ming Jingzhou, "Father, please have some soup."

    The hot soup gave off a faint medicinal smell, which Ming Jingzhou disliked.

    But it was his daughter who had served it, so no matter how unpleasant it tasted, he had to endure it.

    Seeing Ming Jingzhou obediently drink the soup, Lady Shen smiled with satisfaction, "The weather has been getting colder lately. I had a few new padded jackets made for you. They''re warm yet lightweight, and you can wear them under your official robes without it being noticeable. Remember to put one on before court tomorrow."

    "Don''t worry, my dear. The Ministry of Rites has been generous with the charcoal rations lately. I won''t freeze," ever since Prince Chen had started attending the Ministry of Rites, not only were the charcoal rations more plentiful, but even the tea and ingredients in the official kitchen had become more refined.

    "Oh, by the way, this afternoon someone from Bright Moon Palace came by. They said they would pick up Jiuzhu tomorrow morning to accompany Consort Su for a chat," Lady Shen added two more spoonfuls of soup to Ming Jingzhou''s bowl. "I agreed."

    Ming Jingzhou grimaced and downed the bowl in one gulp, "I''ve heard that Consort Su is fond of jade. There''s a jade carving of a flowering branch in the storeroom. Have Jiuzhu take it tomorrow as an offering to Her Highness. It would be a shame for such a fine piece to gather dust in the storeroom." S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Lady Shen glanced at her daughter and nodded with a smile, "Very well."

    Jiuzhu watched the two of them. Although she had heard every word of their conversation, she still felt that their smiles were inscrutable. Was this the wisdom of elders?

    "Your Highness, since Prince Chen joined the Ministry of Rites, the officials have been polite but distant. No one dares to get close to him."

    "What is Ming Jingzhou''s attitude?" Under the candlelight, Prince Qi''s handsome face showed no expression.

    "He only gave Prince Chen a list of past examination questions and top candidates, telling him to memorize them. His attitude was very dismissive, even cold, and seemed almost deliberately obstructive," the advisor said. "Ming Jingzhou''s actions suggest that he is treating his daughter as a pawn, completely disregarding how she might be treated after marrying into the Chen Prince''s Mansion."

    "Is that so?" Prince Qi flipped through the Buddhist scripture in his hand. "If that''s the case, why is Consort Su trying to win over Ming Jiuzhu?"

    "Consort Su dotes on Prince Chen and assumes that all parents feel the same way about their children," the advisor sneered. "Now that the emperor has ennobled Ming Jingzhou, as long as he doesn''t want to be branded as a sycophant who sold his daughter for glory, he won''t support Prince Chen."

    "Doesn''t he fear angering the emperor?" Prince Qi closed the scripture, stood up, and trimmed the wick of the candle.

    "Your Highness may have forgotten that sixteen years ago, the three Ming brothers were exiled to the frontier for the emperor''s sake, enduring great hardships," the advisor explained. "The emperor is benevolent. Even if he is displeased with Ming Jingzhou over these matters, he won''t punish him too severely."

    "So, even if the Ming Family doesn''t support Prince Chen, all they''re sacrificing is one daughter," the advisor smiled. "What they gain, however, is countless accolades."

    Prince Qi thought of the innocent and naive young girl from the Ming Family, put down the scissors, and slightly lowered his eyelids: "Hmm."

    What a pity.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu looked at the thick stack of scriptures on the table, "Do you enjoy copying scriptures?"

    "Miss Ming, these were not copied by Her Highness," Xiangjuan entered with a tray of tea. "They were written by other ladies in the palace, who, out of gratitude for the heavens'' benevolence, copy scriptures daily to repay divine favor."

    Jiuzhu was stunned. The ladies of the palace truly held the heavens in high regard.

    "If it weren''t for your visit today, they would have come to copy scriptures as well."

    "Honoring the heavens is of utmost importance. How could I, a mere subject, interfere with such a significant matter for the ladies?" Jiuzhu turned to Consort Su. "Your Highness, please let the other ladies continue their copying. I will simply accompany you by your side."

    "Since Jiuzhu insists, we shall do as she suggests," Consort Su said with a warm smile. "Our Jiuzhu is so thoughtful and considerate. It seems I was the one who didn''t think this through."

    "It''s not Your Highness''s fault," Jiuzhu quickly shook her head. "I simply came at an inconvenient time."

    "Not at all," Consort Su tapped Jiuzhu''s forehead playfully. "In fact, it''s perfect timing. Later, I''ll take you to watch the other ladies copy scriptures."

    "Wouldn''t that disturb them?"

    "If they are truly focused on their task, how could they be distracted by external matters?" Consort Su raised an eyebrow. "Unless, of course, their hearts are not sincere."

    In the Hall of Serenity, the concubines were quietly copying scriptures when the sound of footsteps and conversation drifted in from outside.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu whispered, "The ladies are copying so diligently."

    Consort Su chuckled softly, "Perhaps it''s because sincerity brings divine favor?"

    "Did the ladies offer three sticks of incense before the divine statue before they began copying?" Jiuzhu whispered a reminder. "If they didn''t light incense, how would the heavens hear their sincerity?"

    "Jiuzhu makes a valid point," Consort Su sighed. "Attendants, bring the finest incense from my chambers. Let the ladies cleanse their hands, light the incense, and start copying today''s scriptures anew. We must ensure the heavens feel their sincerity."

    Jiuzhu clasped her hands together, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Consort Su.

    Her Highness is so kind and considerate. To ensure the heavens hear the ladies'' sincerity, she even offered her finest incense.

    The concubines, still copying scriptures: "..."

    Can these two women outside please act like normal human beings?

 Chapter 21

    "Wait a moment," Jiuzhu called out to the concubines who were about to bow with incense in hand. "Ladies, when offering incense to the heavens, one should hold the incense with the right hand, cover it with the left, and raise it to the level of the forehead."

    Seeing the concubines so devout, how could she bear to watch their sincere efforts go to waste?

    "Jiuzhu," Consort Su smiled. "Go and demonstrate for them."

    Taking the incense, Jiuzhu calmed her mind and faced the altar, offering three sticks of incense.

    As the fragrant smoke swirled, the concubines watched the young girl performing the ritual. For a moment, they felt as though her every movement exuded a natural grace, reminiscent of a transcendent sage.

    After placing the incense in the burner, Jiuzhu bowed and turned to the concubines. "Ladies, please proceed."

    "Have you all seen clearly?" Consort Su raised her delicate hand, and the maids brought forward more incense. "Follow Miss Jiuzhu''s example and try again."

    The concubines stared at the incense placed before them, not daring to show anger or speak out.

    "Why are you all standing there?" Consort Su looked at them with a half-smile. "There are only twelve hours in a day. If you dawdle any longer, you may have to stay up late copying scriptures to show your sincerity."

    "Thank you for the reminder, Consort Su," Consort Ning said with a gentle smile, taking the lead by picking up three sticks of incense and stepping forward to offer them. Seeing Consort Ning yield to Consort Su''s authority, the other concubines had no choice but to follow suit.

    Jiuzhu was moved by the concubines'' devotion and turned to Consort Su. "Their sincerity is truly touching."

    "Indeed," Consort Su nodded slowly. "I am also deeply moved."

    The other concubines: "..."

    If you''re so moved, why don''t the two of you join us in copying scriptures?!

    Who cares if you''re moved or not?!

    "Miss Jiuzhu is so knowledgeable at such a young age," Consort Ning said softly after finishing her offering. "It seems that during your years at the Taoist temple, you not only recovered your health but also learned a great deal."

    Jiuzhu looked at the elegant woman speaking to her, unsure of her identity.

    "This is Consort Ning, Lady Zheng, the mother of Prince Qi and the younger sister of the Pingyuan Marquis," Consort Su added.

    At the mention of "younger sister," Consort Ning''s hand holding the brush paused slightly, though her gentle smile remained unchanged.

    "Greetings, Consort Ning," Jiuzhu curtsied. "Thank you for your praise. My master also says I¡¯ve learned well."

    A drop of ink fell from the brush onto the paper, and Consort Ning''s hand trembled slightly.

    "Oh, my lady!" Jiuzhu exclaimed in alarm. "The scriptures offered to the heavens must not have any blemishes."

    "Thank you for the reminder, Miss Jiuzhu," Consort Ning said, setting down the brush and crumpling the paper with a smile. She crumpled it so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

    Please, just shut your mouth!

    At the grand court assembly, officials from the six ministries were engaged in heated debates, with officials from the Court of Judicial Review, the Hanlin Academy, and other departments occasionally joining the fray. The ceremonial tablets waved in the air from time to time, creating a lively scene.

    Watching the commotion, Emperor Longfeng showed no anger. Instead, he adjusted his position on the throne for greater comfort, patiently observing the arguments.

    The Chancellor of the Imperial Academy: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Academy is a place to nurture scholars. How can we continue to use dilapidated desks?"

    The Minister of Revenue: "The Ministry of Revenue has no funds."

    The Minister of War: "Your Majesty, the selection of military officers is imminent. I dare to ask when the Ministry of Revenue will allocate the funds?"

    Officials from the Ministry of Revenue: "..."

    As the year-end approached, every department was actively vying for next year''s budget.

    Li En, the Minister of Rites, and Zhao Boshen, the Minister of Revenue, had often clashed over political matters since entering the court. There were even times when their tempers flared, and they hurled ceremonial tablets at each other.

    At this grand assembly, Zhao Boshen surprisingly did not target Li En, though he occasionally glanced at him with a gloating expression, which only fueled Li En''s irritation.

    "Sir, calm down," Zhou Rui whispered, tugging at Li En''s sleeve. "The Ministry of Revenue still has Prince Qi."

    "As if our Ministry of Rites doesn''t have a prince," Li En retorted, glaring at Zhao Boshen''s smug face. "He¡¯s not so special."

    Zhou Rui thought that if it weren''t for the prince in their ministry, Zhao Boshen probably wouldn''t be looking at them with such disdain.

    "Sir," Ming Jingzhou reminded him. "The repairs to the Ministry of Rites are more urgent."

    "You''re right," Li En said, regaining his composure. He raised his chin haughtily at Zhao Boshen and turned away.

    Zhao Boshen, Minister of Revenue: "..."

    With that troublemaker in their ministry, what is Li En so proud of?

    "Your Majesty," Li En stepped forward, bowing, and began to recount the Ministry of Rites'' achievements over the past year, from overseeing the imperial examinations to minor acts of kindness by its officials, such as escorting an elderly person home. He concluded that the Ministry of Rites was doing well and deserved some funding to repair its dilapidated offices. Sear?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Emperor Longfeng watched the eloquent Minister of Rites. If he remembered correctly, Li En had been the second-place scholar in the imperial examinations. No wonder he was so persuasive.

    "Prince Chen," Emperor Longfeng turned to the prince standing at the front of the assembly. "You''ve been in the Ministry of Rites for a few days now. What are your thoughts?"

    All eyes in the Ministry of Rites turned to Prince Chen. At this critical moment, the prince had to stand by their side.

    Li En whispered to Ming Jingzhou, "Do you think he understood my hints last time?"

    Ming Jingzhou replied calmly, "Sir, I cannot say."

    "Ah," Li En sighed. "I should have been more direct last time."

    The intense gazes almost pierced Prince Chen''s back. Without turning around, he knew the Ministry of Rites officials were staring at him.

    "Father, I have been in the Ministry of Rites for less than ten days and do not yet fully understand its workings."

    The officials of the Ministry of Rites lowered their eyes in disappointment. They had been wrong to place their hopes on Prince Chen from the start.

    Prince Qi glanced at Prince Chen and then at the officials behind him before looking away.

    "However, in my humble opinion, the officials of the Ministry of Rites are diligent and not given to luxury. In just a few days, I have learned much and developed great respect for them."

    Ministry of Rites officials: Huh?

    Prince Chen actually praised them at the grand assembly? They were... somewhat flattered?

    "But the Ministry of Rites still has many problems."

    Ministry of Rites officials: They had celebrated too soon!

    "Oh?" Emperor Longfeng seemed particularly patient with Prince Chen. "What problems?"

    "The walls are peeling, the table legs are uneven, and tiles are falling in some places," Prince Chen frowned. "As one of the six ministries of our great dynasty, the Ministry of Rites'' offices are in a disgraceful state. Our people live in peace and prosperity. How can we allow our government offices to be so shabby? It tarnishes the dignity of our empire."

    The officials of the Ministry of Rites nodded eagerly. Prince Chen was absolutely right; their offices were in dire need of repair.

    "Prince Chen, what do you suggest?" Emperor Longfeng smiled.

    "I propose that the court allocate funds to repair the Ministry of Rites'' offices."

    "Hmm," Emperor Longfeng nodded. "Prince Chen makes a valid point. The Ministry of Rites not only handles many important domestic matters but also receives foreign envoys. Shabby offices would indeed be unseemly."

    "Minister of Works, Lin Zhongling, are you present?" Emperor Longfeng looked toward the Minister of Works standing next to Zhao Boshen.

    Zhao Boshen felt a sense of foreboding.

    "Your servant is here," Lin Zhongling stepped forward, holding his ceremonial tablet.

    "Starting tomorrow, arrange for craftsmen to repair the Ministry of Rites'' offices without delay," Emperor Longfeng ordered. He then turned to Li En. "Minister Li, my son is young and inexperienced. If he makes any mistakes, feel free to reprimand him without hesitation."

    After much wrangling, the funds for repairs were finally secured. For the first time, Li En felt the joy of having "connections at the top."

    "Prince Chen is intelligent and diligent."

    Although he hadn''t seen Prince Chen memorize the list of scholars Ming Jingzhou provided, he had at least taken it home. That counted as progress.

    "He treats his subordinates with respect."

    Since joining the Ministry of Rites, Prince Chen had not deliberately caused trouble for anyone. Most importantly, he had secured the funding for repairs. For that alone, he could be considered half a member of the Ministry of Rites.

    "He dines with his colleagues in the ministry canteen without complaint."

    Though the food was from Ming Jingzhou''s household, it was indeed served in the ministry canteen.

    "Your humble servant believes that with Your Highness''s natural talents, you will quickly grasp the affairs of the Ministry of Rites and share the burden for His Majesty." With the funds for the Ministry of Rites'' repairs secured, Li En''s praise was sincere.

    The praised Prince Chen: "..."

    Perhaps this was the adaptability, maturity, and quick wit of a scholar.

    Other officials glanced sideways at Li En, thinking to themselves that for the sake of securing these funds for the Ministry of Rites, he had gone so far as to flatter Prince Chen. Li En, ah, Li En, you shouldn¡¯t be working in the Ministry of Rites as its minister; you should be in the Palace Music Bureau, putting on performances for His Majesty.

    Li En paid no mind to how others viewed him. After all, their Ministry of Rites had secured the benefits, so what harm was there in saying a few more pleasant words?

    After the court session, Emperor Longfeng was in high spirits. His mood would have been even better if he hadn¡¯t heard someone crying on his way back.

    "Liu Zhongbao, go and find out what¡¯s going on," Emperor Longfeng said, his face devoid of any tenderness as he listened to the sobbing coming from behind the flower bushes.

    Liu Zhongbao quickly returned after gathering the information: "Your Majesty, the one crying is Concubine Liu."

    "Concubine Liu?" Emperor Longfeng had no recollection of this Concubine Liu.

    "Concubine Liu is someone Empress Dowager Pingxian sent to the palace in the 21st year of Xiande. She entered the palace around the same time as Consort Su," Liu Zhongbao explained, detailing Concubine Liu''s background.

    "Hmm, go on."

    "She¡¯s crying because... Consort Su has been making the concubines copy scriptures daily. She¡¯s not skilled with a brush, so she can¡¯t keep up with the others, which is why she¡¯s crying." Liu Zhongbao knew full well that even if she genuinely wanted to cry, she didn¡¯t need to do it here. Clearly, she was trying to catch the Emperor¡¯s attention.

    "Consort Su is making them copy scriptures?" Emperor Longfeng showed a hint of interest. "What¡¯s the story behind this?"

    "Your Majesty, ever since Consort Su¡¯s birthday, she has been having the other concubines copy scriptures," Liu Zhongbao continued, noticing the Emperor¡¯s growing smile. "I¡¯ve also heard that today, Consort Su summoned Miss Ming into the palace to assist her in overseeing the copying process."

    "Copying scriptures is beneficial for cultivating one¡¯s character. This is a good practice," Emperor Longfeng nodded with a smile. "But it must be quite taxing for Consort Su to oversee this daily. Send some nourishing and calming supplements to Bright Moon Palace."

    "As for that Concubine Liu, since she finds copying scriptures so burdensome, she need not do it anymore," Emperor Longfeng said indifferently. "Send her to the Buddhist hall to chant sutras. She is not to appear before Consort Su again."

    Liu Zhongbao didn¡¯t correct the Emperor about Concubine Liu¡¯s name and simply bowed before retreating.

    The Emperor had grown up witnessing all sorts of schemes and tactics from the women of the inner palace. How could he not see through Concubine Liu¡¯s act of crying by the roadside?

    As Liu Zhongbao was about to leave, he noticed Miss Ming heading toward the pavilion where Concubine Liu was.

    Seeing this, he paused and faintly heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, he bowed respectfully. "Your Highness."

    Prince Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze casually drifting in the direction Liu Zhongbao had been looking.

    Was that... the young lady from the Ming family?

 Chapter 22

    Jiuzhu had seen children cry, and she had seen the elderly cry, but she had never seen anyone cry so... beautifully and melodiously?

    She had intended to step forward to offer comfort, but the sound of the other person''s weeping was so captivating that she couldn''t help but linger on the steps outside the pavilion, listening a little longer.

    Concubine Liu had assumed Jiuzhu would come to console her, but after waiting for what felt like an eternity, there was still no movement from the other side. The atmosphere gradually grew awkward. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, pretending to notice Jiuzhu only then, and forced a brave smile. "Miss Ming."

    Jiuzhu examined the woman, guessing that she must be one of the lower-ranking concubines in the palace. She curtsied slightly and, lifting the hem of her skirt, stepped into the pavilion. "The weather is chilly, please take care of yourself, Your Grace."

    "I am merely an unfavored concubine in the palace, unworthy of being addressed as ''Your Grace'' by Miss Ming," Concubine Liu stood up. "Please, take a seat, Miss Ming."

    She noticed the embroidered red plum cloak Jiuzhu was wearing, which looked strangely familiar.

    Sensing Concubine Liu''s gaze, Jiuzhu touched the embroidery on the cloak and eagerly asked, "Isn''t the embroidery on it beautiful?"

    "Very beautiful," Concubine Liu nodded, though she couldn''t help but feel that Jiuzhu was deliberately showing off the cloak.

    "Your taste is excellent, Concubine. I also think it''s beautiful," Jiuzhu smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. "Consort Su gifted it to me."

    Concubine Liu: "..."

    "Her Highness said that this cloak is warm without being heavy, elegant without appearing frivolous, which is why she specifically gave it to me," Jiuzhu, having finally found someone to boast to, became even more animated. "Her Highness is always so kind. I truly don''t know how to repay her for such care and affection."

    "The winter wind may be cold, but as a woman in the inner palace, there are many things I am powerless to change. I didn''t mean to disturb you, Miss. Please forgive me for making a scene." Hearing the word "kind," Concubine Liu felt a deep discomfort in both body and mind.

    To boast about how wonderful a favored consort is in front of a woman who had just been crying¡ªwas this something a decent person would do?

    No wonder she had caught Consort Su''s eye; they were clearly cut from the same cloth.

    After saying this intriguing remark, Concubine Liu fell silent, waiting for Jiuzhu to press for more details.

    "Oh," Jiuzhu remembered her teachers'' advice: when encountering someone who is crying, do not pry into their reasons¡ªthis, in itself, is an act of kindness.

    Concubine Liu looked at Jiuzhu, and Jiuzhu looked back at Concubine Liu. After a brief silence, Concubine Liu, seeing that Jiuzhu had no intention of asking further, reluctantly spoke up. "Miss, do you know who in the inner palace is most favored by His Majesty?"

    "Consort Su, of course," Jiuzhu replied matter-of-factly. "Consort Su is so beautiful, kind-hearted, and has such a lovely voice. His Majesty must adore her the most."

    Concubine Liu fell silent once more. Had the Ming family failed to teach their daughter proper manners? How could she say such tactless things?

    "Yes, His Majesty has doted on Consort Su for many years," Concubine Liu smiled bitterly. "Since His Majesty ascended the throne, no new women have entered the palace. Those of us who have been here since his days as a prince are no longer in His Majesty''s favor."

    "Miss Ming, you may not know this, but in the vast inner palace, an unfavored concubine without children is as insignificant as a blade of grass on the ground."

    "You mean..." Jiuzhu lowered her voice, gasping in surprise, "His Majesty doesn''t give you any money?"

    His Majesty didn''t seem like the type to be stingy with his concubines.

    "No, no, you misunderstand, Miss," Concubine Liu dared not speak ill of the Emperor. "His Majesty is benevolent and generous with the allowances for the concubines. The Palace Administration delivers cloth and silver every month."

    Concubine Liu wasn''t lying. The allowances for the palace concubines were never withheld, and their lives were far better than those of the unfavored concubines in the previous Emperor''s harem.

    "Miss, do you know how many days Consort Su has had the concubines copying scriptures?"

    Jiuzhu nodded. "Has it not been ten days yet? Actually, according to grand rituals, scriptures should be copied for at least forty-nine days to show proper reverence. If one is undergoing ascetic practice, copying for eighty-one days is also common. But since the consorts are not practitioners, there''s no need to be so strict."

    Seeing that Concubine Liu had fallen silent, Jiuzhu looked at her in confusion. "Why have you stopped speaking, Concubine?"

    Concubine Liu had nothing left to say. She hadn''t expected that young Jiuzhu would be even more ruthless than Consort Su with her words.

    Forty-nine days?

    Eighty-one days?

    Was this copying scriptures or observing a mourning period?

    "N-no, it''s nothing," Concubine Liu stood up. "I just remembered that I haven''t finished today''s scripture copying. I feel a bit uneasy."

    She was afraid that if the conversation continued, she really would end up copying scriptures for eighty-one days.

    "That''s true. When copying scriptures, sincerity is of the utmost importance," Jiuzhu agreed wholeheartedly. "Copying scriptures is a way to accumulate merit and blessings. Consort Su is so kind-hearted. Not only does she provide the consorts with writing materials, but she also prepares quiet rooms for them. The consorts must be very grateful to her, right?"

    "Haha," Concubine Liu laughed through gritted teeth. "Naturally, we are grateful."

    She clutched her chest, which felt tight, and took a few deep breaths. "Thank you for keeping me company, Miss Ming. I should be going now."

    As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her vision darken and her steps falter.

    "Are you alright, Concubine?" Jiuzhu reached out to steady Concubine Liu''s arm. "Let me escort you back."

    "No, thank you, Miss Ming," Concubine Liu reacted as if struck by lightning, stepping back several paces and nearly leaping out of the pavilion to put as much distance between herself and Jiuzhu as possible. "Farewell."

    Jiuzhu watched as Concubine Liu hurried away with quick, small steps, sighing with admiration. "The sincerity of the consorts in the palace when copying scriptures is truly moving."

    Even she, who had grown up in a Taoist temple, couldn''t match their devotion. She felt deeply ashamed.

    Having witnessed the entire exchange, Liu Zhongbao approached Prince Chen with a smile and bowed. "Your Highness, this old servant must go to the inner palace to deliver an oral decree from His Majesty. I shall take my leave now."

    Prince Chen waved his hand, indicating that Liu Zhongbao was free to go. He plucked a leaf and walked up behind Jiuzhu, intending to startle her with it.

    "Ha!" Jiuzhu suddenly turned around, her cloak brushing lightly against Prince Chen''s calf. It didn''t hurt, but it tickled a little.

    "It really is Your Highness," Jiuzhu chuckled softly.

    Looking down at his calf, Prince Chen tossed the leaf aside. "When did you notice me?"

    "I heard your footsteps," Jiuzhu said proudly. "Your Highness''s footsteps are different from others. I recognized them immediately."

    Prince Chen was slightly taken aback. "How are my footsteps different?"

    "They just are," Jiuzhu thought for a moment. "I can''t really explain it, but I can tell."

    "Your ears are so sharp. Are you a dog?" S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Your Highness is so clever. How did you know I was born in the Year of the Dog?" Jiuzhu rummaged in her pouch and pulled out two mint candies, offering one to Prince Chen.

    Catching the scent of mint from the candy, Prince Chen recalled how much he had loved sweets as a child. At thirteen, he had given up the habit after suffering from a severe toothache. He hadn''t expected that, after so many years, someone would share candy with him like a child.

    "Your Highness... don''t you like it?" Noticing that the candy was still in Prince Chen''s hand, Jiuzhu, with the candy in her mouth and her cheeks puffed out, mumbled, "It''s mint-flavored."

    Eight years ago, when Prince Chen had saved her from the river, he had given her mint candy. She still remembered the young maid by his side saying that it was His Highness''s favorite.

    "I haven''t eaten candy in a long time," Prince Chen returned the candy to Jiuzhu. "You can keep it for yourself."

    "Oh," Jiuzhu lowered her head, looking at the mint candy Prince Chen had returned to her. She absentmindedly sucked on the sweetness of the candy in her mouth, as if even the dragonfly hairpin on her bun had lost its vigor.

    "Though, it wouldn''t hurt to try it once in a while," Prince Chen took the candy back and popped it into his mouth.

    "How is it?" Jiuzhu looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

    "Not bad," Prince Chen felt a slight stirring in his heart as he looked at the young girl gazing up at him. "It reminds me of a candy I used to eat as a child."

    Jiuzhu smiled happily.

    "What are you smiling about?" Prince Chen poked the dragonfly hairpin on Jiuzhu''s bun, causing its wings to flutter energetically.

    Jiuzhu untied the small candy pouch from her waist. "Your Highness, I''m giving all of these to you."

    Prince Chen wanted to tell her that just because he had liked something as a child didn''t mean he still would as an adult. But the thought of her possibly giving him the sad, puppy-eyed look if he told her the truth made him reach out and accept the pouch.

    This wasn''t him being soft-hearted¡ªhe just didn''t want to deal with a child''s disappointment.

    "Why did you come here alone without any palace maids accompanying you?" Prince Chen looked around and finally spotted two maids standing outside the pavilion. He frowned, "From now on, when you''re in the palace, make sure the servants stay by your side at all times."

    Jiuzhu, though puzzled, nodded in agreement.

    After tying the sugar pouch to her waist, Prince Chen glanced at the embroidered design on it. With a look of mild disdain, he pulled his cloak over his chest to cover the pouch and said with a teasing smile, "Some ladies in the palace have a habit of tripping while walking. Having maids around will help you catch them."

    "The ladies in the palace are all quite slim," Jiuzhu waved her small arm, confident that she could lift them with ease.

    Noticing her fair wrist exposed to the cold, Prince Chen grabbed her sleeve and pulled it down. "The wind is strong; your hands will freeze."

    "Your Highness, is it going to snow soon?" Jiuzhu tucked her hands into her sleeves. "The snow in the capital must be beautiful, right?"

    In Lingzhou, winters rarely brought snow. Even when it did, the snow was thin and melted before one could truly appreciate it.

    Prince Chen glanced at the sky but couldn''t discern anything. He replied vaguely, "It should... be soon?"

    What was so special about snow? The capital saw it every winter.

    As the cold wind howled, a maid from the Sun residence noticed that her mistress had fallen asleep. She blew out the candle in the room and quietly retreated. Lately, for some reason, the young lady had insisted on keeping a candle lit to fall asleep.

    In the dimly lit chamber, Sun Caiyao pushed open the door and found Jiuzhu sitting calmly under the candlelight, her expression icy.

    "Was it you who conspired with Consort Su to ruin all my plans?" Prince Qi barged in, his voice filled with accusation. "Why would you do this?"

    The candlelight flickered as Jiuzhu stood up and closed the doors and windows. Her gaze was darker than the night itself. "Was it you who harmed Prince Chen?"

    "What?"

    "I''m asking you, who harmed Prince Chen?!" She walked to the incense burner and lit the incense with a fire starter. "Was it you, Consort Ning, or perhaps... the deposed Prince Huai?"

    Prince Qi seemed to find the question absurd. "You and Prince Chen have never even met. What does his life or death have to do with you?"

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu stared at the curling smoke rising from the incense burner. "If both of us were to be poisoned in this room, which prince do you think the Emperor would suspect? Prince An? Prince Jing?"

    "Are you trying to kill me?"

    "Ah!"

    Sun Caiyao woke up from her nightmare in a panic. She rushed to the window, her hands trembling as she pushed it open.

    A delicate snowflake landed on her quivering face, melting into a mist that mixed with her cold sweat before falling to the ground.

    "It''s snowing," Jiuzhu pushed open her window and saw the courtyard blanketed in white. Overjoyed, she slipped on her shoes and socks, climbed over the windowsill, and jumped into the thick snow, leaving deep footprints behind.

    Carefully pulling her leg out, she bent down and scooped up a handful of snow, marveling at it.

    Prince Chen was truly amazing. Yesterday, he said it would snow soon, and today it did.

    "I forgot to ask His Highness if he liked the painting I made of the koi fish playing among the lotus flowers," Jiuzhu muttered to herself with a sigh. She had been so preoccupied with giving him the peppermint candies that she had forgotten to ask.

    Her father had mentioned that the Ministry of Rites was on break today, so perhaps... Prince Chen was at home?

 Chapter 23

    Lady Shen walked into her daughter''s courtyard and saw Jiuzhu playing in the snow under a tree, her head and body covered in white snow.

    Seeing her mother approach, Jiuzhu looked up and grinned, causing the snow on her head to fall in clumps. "Mother," she called out.

    "It''s snowing so heavily. What are you doing crouching outside?" Lady Shen hurried over, brushing the snow off Jiuzhu''s hair and clothes with a concerned expression. "Aren''t you cold?"

    "Not at all," Jiuzhu sniffled, her nose red from the cold. "It''s fun."

    "This snow is freezing cold. What''s so..." Lady Shen paused mid-sentence, her words trailing off. She pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped Jiuzhu''s frostbitten fingers. "Playing alone isn''t much fun. Let me join you."

    She had forgotten that winters in Lingzhou rarely brought heavy snowfall. The snow that people in the Capital City had long grown tired of was a rare and wondrous sight for Jiuzhu.

    "Chunfen, fetch a thick cloak for the young lady," Lady Shen instructed, bending down to crouch beside Jiuzhu. "When I was a child, the snowmen I built were the prettiest among all my sisters."

    "Really?" Jiuzhu''s eyes widened with excitement. "Mother, build one for me!"

    "Just wait," Lady Shen replied, removing the jade bracelet from her wrist and starting to pile up snow.

    Jiuzhu helped by shoveling snow and gathering stones, her footprints scattered across the snowy ground. Lady Shen looked up, watching her daughter''s lively figure with a tender smile.

    "Mother," Jiuzhu ran over to Lady Shen, her palms red from the cold, holding a few dark stones. "These can be the snowman''s eyes."

    Eight small stones, damp from the warmth of her hands.

    "Good idea," Lady Shen said, taking the stones and placing them as eyes on the four snowmen.

    "Mother," Jiuzhu crouched beside Lady Shen, her hands cupping her cheeks as she asked curiously, "Does Brother look more like you or Father?"

    "He takes after your maternal grandfather," Lady Shen thought for a moment. "But his personality is just like your father''s. He''ll be so happy to see you when he returns to the Capital City."

    "Father mentioned that the Emperor has issued a transfer order, calling Brother back to the Capital City," Jiuzhu wiped the snowflakes off Lady Shen''s shoulder with a handkerchief. "I wonder if the snow will make his journey difficult."

    "It won''t be that quick," Lady Shen smiled. "He has to wait for the new official appointed by the court to take over his position before he can leave. Even if he travels quickly, it will likely be after the New Year, so there''s no need to worry about him."

    Since Jiuzhu returned to the Capital City, Ming Jiyuan had often sent letters and gifts, each filled with concern for her.

    "I hope Brother can come back soon," Jiuzhu plucked a plum blossom and placed it on the snowman representing Ming Jiyuan.

    Lady Shen smiled, handing her a warm hand warmer. "The snow will continue for two more days. Let''s go have breakfast now."

    Noticing the snow accumulating in Lady Shen''s hair, Jiuzhu quickly nodded. "Alright."

    "Where have you two been?" Ming Jingzhou looked up from the dining table as his wife and daughter entered, covered in snow. He immediately called for the maids to help them remove their cloaks. "Go to the kitchen and bring two bowls of ginger soup for the Lady and the young lady."

    "No need to make such a fuss," Lady Shen said, pulling Jiuzhu to sit down and instructing the servants to serve the meal. "We were just building snowmen."

    "Why didn''t you call me to join?" Ming Jingzhou ladled two bowls of hot soup and placed them in front of his wife and daughter. "Warm yourselves up first."

    "Today is your day off. Isn''t it better to let you sleep in?" Lady Shen took a few sips of the soup before turning to Jiuzhu. "After breakfast, change into the winter clothes the seamstress made for you recently."

    "Alright," Jiuzhu agreed immediately. Wearing new clothes would be more appropriate when visiting His Highness. "Mother, I''d like to go out later."

    "It''s snowing so heavily. Where are you going?" Lady Shen glanced at the intensifying snowfall outside the window.

    "I want to visit the Chen Prince''s Mansion," Jiuzhu explained, not wanting her parents to worry. "Just for a short while."

    Once the maids had brought the food and ginger soup, Lady Shen gestured for the servants to leave the dining room before speaking. "Jiuzhu, I''ve never really asked you before. What do you think of Prince Chen?"

    "His Highness is wonderful," Jiuzhu replied, gulping down most of the ginger soup. The strange spiciness made her frown slightly. "Why do you ask, Mother?"

    "I''m just a little surprised that you like Prince Chen so much," Lady Shen reached out, gently wiping Jiuzhu''s mouth with a handkerchief. "Before your engagement, you had never met him. How did you come to know him?"

    The hand wiping her mouth was gentle and warm. Jiuzhu lowered her head, staring at the bowl of ginger soup. "I... met His Highness a long time ago."

    Lady Shen and Ming Jingzhou stared at their daughter in shock. "What did you say?"

    Seeing her parents'' stunned expressions, Jiuzhu recalled the words Imperial Consort Su and Prince Chen had said to her when they left that day.

    "When someone is willing to harm even a child like you, it means you''ve unknowingly stumbled upon a secret you weren''t even aware of."

    "My son saving you was fate, but for him, it was just a small act of kindness. However, if you don''t want to be caught up in future troubles, you must never speak of this again. There are no walls that don''t leak secrets. Only by making your would-be killers believe you are dead can you truly find peace. Some secrets, once spoken, bring disaster."

    "As a child, your duty is to live well and grow up healthy. That is the best way to repay this kindness."

    "If you ever have the chance to go to the Capital City, remember this: it is a place without secrets. Even if you don''t understand, just remember these words."

    "Eight years ago, I went to Lingzhou City with my master to buy some things. I saw Imperial Consort Su and Prince Chen giving money to beggars, both old and young," Jiuzhu whispered, clutching the bowl. "Back then, I thought Imperial Consort Su looked like a fairy descending from heaven, and Prince Chen was like a celestial child. It wasn''t until the day Imperial Consort Su summoned me to the palace that I realized the fairy and the celestial child I had seen years ago were Her Majesty and Prince Chen."

    "Eight years ago..." Ming Jingzhou recalled that eight years ago, the Emperor had indeed traveled south and stayed in Lingzhou for a few days, accompanied by Imperial Consort Su and her son.

    If only he had accompanied the Emperor on that trip and met Jiuzhu in Lingzhou City back then. He could have brought her home sooner and spared her the pain of separation.

    "So our Jiuzhu has had a fondness for beautiful people since she was little," Lady Shen said with a gentle smile. "When you go out later, remember to take the hand warmer. Don''t catch a cold."

    "Thank you, Mother," Jiuzhu nodded happily. "I''ll take good care of myself."

    Lady Shen looked at her daughter, her eyes brimming with tenderness.

    "My lady," Ming Jingzhou poured a cup of hot tea for Lady Shen after they returned to the main hall. "The snow is so heavy outside. Are you really letting our daughter go out?"

    "As long as she''s happy, nothing else matters," Lady Shen held the teacup, her voice soft. "I''d rather she enter the Prince''s Mansion with beautiful expectations than be disappointed too soon."

    "Life is short. Every day of happiness is a blessing."

    "You''re right, my lady," Ming Jingzhou bowed slightly. "I''ll follow your lead."

    The streets were blanketed in white, and few pedestrians were out. Thus, when two carriages met, it was particularly noticeable.

    Jiuzhu lifted the curtain of her carriage and found herself face-to-face with Sun Caiyao, who had also lifted hers.

    "Miss Sun," Jiuzhu greeted with a sweet smile, pleased to see someone she knew.

    "Miss... Miss Ming," Sun Caiyao''s hand holding the curtain trembled slightly at the sight of Jiuzhu. "It''s snowing so heavily. Where are you headed?"

    "I''m visiting the Chen Prince''s Mansion," Jiuzhu replied without hesitation. "And you, Miss Sun?"

    "I''m going to the outskirts to offer incense."

    Jiuzhu noticed that Sun Caiyao''s cheeks were unusually pale, though she couldn''t tell if it was from the cold or from powder. Still, braving such weather to offer incense in the outskirts was truly devout.

    It seemed that not only did the imperial ladies in the palace hold a deep reverence for the heavens, but the noble ladies of the Capital City were no less devoted.

    "The roads are slippery with all this snow. Please be careful, Miss Sun," Jiuzhu waved her hand, signaling her coachman to move aside and let Sun Caiyao''s carriage pass.

    "No, no," Sun Caiyao seemed startled, quickly declining. "Please, Miss Ming, you go ahead."

    Now, whenever she saw Jiuzhu, Sun Caiyao felt a chill run down her spine, too afraid to offend her in the slightest.

    Surprised by Sun Caiyao''s reaction, Jiuzhu was momentarily puzzled. Sun Caiyao was in a hurry to offer incense in the outskirts. What was wrong with letting her go first?

    While she was lost in thought, the Sun family''s carriage had already moved aside.

    "Miss Ming, please." The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, slapped against Sun Caiyao''s face as she forced a smile toward Jiuzhu.

    "Then... I''ll go ahead?" Jiuzhu faintly sensed that this Miss Sun seemed a bit afraid of her.

    "Thank you, Miss Sun." Lowering the carriage curtain, Jiuzhu touched her own face. Had she done something so terrible to Sun Caiyao that the other girl was this frightened of her?

    Forget it. Many people in the Capital City acted in strange ways. As a normal person, she couldn''t bother to dwell on it.

    Watching the carriage carrying Ming Jiuzhu disappear into the distance, Sun Caiyao finally realized her hand, still gripping the carriage curtain, had gone numb from the cold. sea??h th§× n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Miss Sun." Zheng Zhen, wrapped in a thick cloak, emerged from a nearby shop. "With Consort Su backing her, even you have to avoid crossing paths with Jiuzhu?"

    Sun Caiyao tucked her hand warmer into her sleeves. "What do you mean by that, Miss Zheng?"

    Zheng Zhen sneered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "In the Capital City these days, how many people dare to make Jiuzhu yield the right of way?"

    Seeing Zheng Zhen''s venomous expression, Sun Caiyao recalled the recent incident where the Pingyuan Marquisate had been reprimanded by Consort Su.

    No wonder Zheng Zhen was so bitter. Few people could make the future Princess Chen yield the road, and not everyone was as foolish as the Pingyuan Marquisate. As for Zheng Zhen''s feelings toward her cousin, Prince Qi, Sun Caiyao saw through them clearly.

    No woman would appreciate another woman who harbored feelings for her fianc¨¦. Such a blatant attempt at sowing discord wouldn''t fool even a fool.

    "Miss Zheng, you do have a sense of humor," Sun Caiyao said with a smile. "Jiuzhu initially offered to let me go first, but I voluntarily yielded to her carriage. What''s the issue with that?"

    "It''s simply a matter of returning courtesy with courtesy," Sun Caiyao added lightly. "Don''t you agree, Miss Zheng?"

    Zheng Zhen pondered for a moment. "Are you mocking me?"

    Sun Caiyao continued to smile. "Miss Zheng, you have quite the imagination."

    "I am Prince Qi''s cousin. How dare you mock me?" Zheng Zhen snapped, her face flushing with anger. "If you have the guts to mock me, then why yield to Jiuzhu''s carriage?"

    Sun Caiyao spoke calmly, "Jiuzhu is innocent, kind, beautiful, and utterly endearing. I only wish we were sisters. Letting her go ahead was my pleasure. Why would I make her yield?"

    What kind of nonsense was this fool spouting? Who in their right mind would dare offend Consort Su, who was deeply favored by the Emperor, and Prince Chen?

    Moreover, someone as ruthless as Jiuzhu was best left alone.

 Chapter 24

    The carriage Jiuzhu was riding in came to a halt beside the dismounting stone at the Chen Prince''s Mansion.

    "Up ahead is the Chen Prince''s Mansion. May I ask where the esteemed guest is from?" The guard of the mansion stopped the carriage. "If you wish to enter, please hand over your waist token so I may report your arrival."

    Jiuzhu hadn''t expected so many formalities to visit the mansion. Clutching a small box in her arms, she lifted the curtain and looked at the guard. "I am the daughter of Vice Minister Ming and have come to see His Highness on urgent business. Could you kindly report my arrival?"

    The guard glanced at the young lady in the carriage and was struck by her beautiful, spring-like eyes. He dared not look too long and quickly lowered his head. "Please wait a moment, esteemed guest. I will report your arrival immediately."

    "Thank you," Jiuzhu replied, holding the wooden box with one hand as she stepped out of the carriage.

    "Miss," Chunfen quickly opened an umbrella to shield Jiuzhu from the falling snow. "The snow is heavy. You should wait inside the carriage."

    "It''s fine. I just wanted to look around," Jiuzhu said, taking the umbrella from Chunfen. "Chunfen, make sure you have an umbrella too."

    "You''re always so thoughtful, miss," Chunfen said softly, as she and the other servants opened their umbrellas. "With such heavy snow, we should have sent someone ahead to the mansion before coming."

    "It''s alright. I was just taking a stroll anyway," Jiuzhu replied, her eyes wandering curiously over the Chen Prince''s Mansion. The mansion was beautiful, and even the dismounting stone was grander than those of other households.

    "Your Highness," Fugui whispered to the lump of blankets on the bed. "It''s already half-past nine."

    "Get out!" A soft pillow flew from the bed and landed on the floor.

    Fugui hastily retreated.

    "Eunuch," the mansion''s steward approached Fugui as he exited the prince''s chambers. "The gatekeeper reports that Miss Ming has come to visit."

    "Miss Ming?" Fugui frowned. "Did she send a visiting card in advance?"

    The steward shook his head.

    "This is..." Fugui glanced back at the prince''s chambers, feeling torn. His Highness had been in a foul mood lately, rising early every day to attend the Ministry of Revenue. Today was his day off, and with the snow falling, Fugui didn''t dare disturb the young master''s rest.

    Remembering how the prince treasured the painting Miss Ming had gifted him, even refusing to let Fugui take a look, Fugui gritted his teeth and turned back into the room.

    "Your Highness..."

    "Why are you back again?" Prince Chen sat up in bed. "Get out! If anyone dares to come in before noon, I''ll have them thrown out of the mansion."

    "Your Highness," Fugui said with a forced smile. "It''s not that I wish to disturb your rest, but there is urgent news to report."

    "What is it?" Prince Chen slid back under the warm covers, unwilling to move.

    "Miss Ming has come to visit. Would Your Highness like to see her?"

    "Who did you say?" Prince Chen shot up from the bed, and Fugui hurriedly helped him dress.

    "The daughter of Vice Minister Ming."

    "Where is she now?" Prince Chen pulled on his robe and stepped into his deerskin boots.

    "She''s still at the dismounting stone..."

    "Are you all idiots? Do you not use your brains?!" Prince Chen grabbed water to rinse his mouth, wiped his face with a towel, and threw on the nearest cloak before storming out. "You left a young lady waiting in this snowstorm?!"

    "Your Highness, your hair isn''t tied..."

    Fugui chased after him, scolding the servants waiting outside. "Hurry up and bring a hand warmer to His Highness!"

    "Miss, the snow is getting heavier," Chunfen whispered. "You should wait in the carriage."

    Jiuzhu shook her head. Just then, she saw someone emerge from the main gate of the Chen Prince''s Mansion and immediately recognized him as Prince Chen.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu called out, running over to him with her umbrella. Seeing his hair loose and tousled by the wind, she paused. "Your Highness, even with your hair down, you look handsome."

    Hearing this half-hearted compliment, Prince Chen felt a surge of irritation. Who did he rush out here for, anyway?

    Just as he was about to speak, another gust of wind blew his hair into his face.

    Jiuzhu couldn''t help but laugh. Seeing Prince Chen glare at her, she blinked her dark eyes and asked softly, "Should... I tie it up for you?"

    When Prince Chen didn''t object, Jiuzhu handed him the wooden box and umbrella, then took a ribbon from her pouch and walked behind him. "Your Highness, don''t move."

    "Your Highness..." Fugui and the servants caught up at the gate. Fugui glanced outside and turned to the servants. "Wait here. Don''t disturb His Highness."

    "Eunuch, the snow is so heavy..."

    "The snow doesn''t matter," Fugui said with a knowing look. "As long as their hearts are warm."

    "Your Highness''s hair is so smooth," Jiuzhu said, standing on tiptoe to gather Prince Chen''s hair and tie it with the ribbon, even adding a little bow.

    The faint tickling sensation on his back made Prince Chen shift uncomfortably. "Are you done?"

    "Done," Jiuzhu said, walking around to face him and curtsying. "I apologize for coming unannounced today."

    The bright red crane cloak she wore made her face appear even more delicate and innocent, warm and radiant.

    Prince Chen reached out and touched the white rabbit fur hairpin in her hair. "You came all this way in such heavy snow to see me. I won''t hold it against you. Come on, let''s go inside."

    He shifted the umbrella to cover Jiuzhu and shook the wooden box in his hand, hearing a faint clatter. "What''s in here?"

    "Your Highness, don''t shake it!" Jiuzhu jumped up and snatched the box back, giving him a mysterious smile. "You''ll see soon."

    Prince Chen raised an eyebrow. What kind of childish thing could she possibly have brought?

    Half an hour later, Prince Chen stared silently at the row of snowmen shaped like pigs, cows, sheep, and horses arranged before him.

    "You pack snow into the clay mold, press it, and tap it, and out comes a little duck," Jiuzhu said, placing the duck in front of Prince Chen. "Your Highness, look!"

    "Jiuzhu, how old are you?" Prince Chen poked the duck with his finger, accidentally creating a hole in its belly. He glanced at Jiuzhu, who was crouched on the ground packing more snow, then bent down to scoop up some snow and patched the hole.

    "Your Highness, you asked me that not long ago," Jiuzhu said, handing Prince Chen a clay mold filled with snow. "Your Highness, give it a try."

    What''s so fun about this childish game? Only someone like Jiuzhu, with the mind of a six-year-old, could find it amusing.

    He slapped the mold onto the snow, and a tailless dog appeared.

    "Your Highness, you need to press the snow where the tail is, or it''ll break off."

    "Of course I know that," Prince Chen said, grabbing more snow and stuffing it into the mold. After a few firm pats, he successfully stamped a dog into the snow and raised his chin proudly. Did she think this child''s play could stump him?

    "Your Highness is so skilled," Jiuzhu said, handing him a horse-shaped mold. "Try this one."

    What''s the difference between a dog and a horse? It''s the same thing.

    But seeing Jiuzhu''s eager gaze, Prince Chen sighed inwardly. Fine, he''d humor her.

    The steward entered the courtyard and saw a long row of snowmen. Prince Chen and Miss Ming were crouched on the ground, laughing over something. He approached Fugui and whispered, "Prince Qi''s Mansion sent a basket of fresh bamboo shoots from Prince Qi''s Villa as a gift for His Highness."

    "Understood," Fugui nodded. "I''ll inform His Highness later."

    "Ouch," Jiuzhu suddenly cried out, crouching on the ground.

    "What''s wrong?" Prince Chen dropped the mold and hurried over to her.

    "My foot... it''s gone numb," Jiuzhu said pitifully, looking up at him. "Your Highness, help me up."

    Prince Chen sighed again. Though he wasn''t a father yet, he was starting to understand the trials of parenthood. He bent down and offered his hand. "Give me your hand."

    "Thank you, Your Highness," Jiuzhu said with a grateful smile, placing her hand in his.

    "You really are..." Prince Chen pulled her up and turned to fetch the hand warmer from the table. But as he took a step, he felt a tug on his cloak and fell face-first into the snow, crushing the two snow dogs beneath him.

    Jiuzhu looked down at the cloak she had stepped on and quietly... quietly retracted her foot. Suppressing the numbness in her legs, she crouched beside Prince Chen, who was sprawled on the ground. "Your Highness, are you alright?"

    Prince Chen sat up, glanced at the snowy footprint on his cloak, and silently brushed the snow from his face.

    Jiuzhu quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the snow off Prince Chen''s face: "Your Highness, I truly didn''t mean to, please... don''t be angry."

    "Did I say I was angry?" Prince Chen took the handkerchief from Jiuzhu''s hand and roughly wiped his face. "Is your leg still numb?"

    Jiuzhu nodded slightly, her eyes darting to Prince Chen''s face from time to time, like a guilty puppy who had done something wrong but didn''t want to be punished.

    The next moment, she was hoisted over Prince Chen''s shoulder, carried like a sack.

    After carrying her into a room with a warm stove, Prince Chen placed Jiuzhu on the soft couch and roughly threw a brocade quilt over her. "Sit still and don''t move. Let the maids massage your legs. I don''t have any women''s clothes here, so take off your cloak and shoes, and let the servants dry them for you."

    "Where are you going, Your Highness?" Jiuzhu asked.

    "I''m going to change my clothes," he replied. Was he supposed to stay and watch a young girl take off her shoes and socks?

    Once outside, Prince Chen loosened his disheveled hair, stuffed the colorful brocade into his sleeve, and said to the maid waiting at the door, "Take good care of Miss Ming. Don''t neglect her."

    "Your Highness," Fugui stepped forward, shaking out a clean cloak and replacing the one on Prince Chen that was speckled with snow. "Prince Qi''s mansion has sent a basket of fresh bamboo shoots."

    "Got it," Prince Chen nodded. "What time is it now?"

    "It''s almost noon."

    "Send someone to Vice Minister Ming''s residence to inform them that I am keeping Miss Ming for lunch and will personally escort her back this afternoon."

    Prince Chen thought for a moment, then added, "Don''t go empty-handed. Take a basket of fresh vegetables from the hot spring villa, so they don''t think the Chen Prince''s Mansion is stingy."

    "Your servant understands," Fugui replied. "Your Highness can rest assured. I will handle this matter personally."

    At Vice Minister Ming''s residence, Lady Shen listened to the servant''s report. "Did Prince Chen really come out to welcome her personally?"

    "Yes, Prince Chen came out with his hair unbound, walking hurriedly. He didn''t seem angry at all about Miss''s sudden visit."

    "Good, you may go now," Lady Shen said, handing the servant a handful of coins. "It''s cold outside. Use this money to buy your child some new clothes."

    "Thank you, madam," the servant said, smiling as he pocketed the money and left.

    "Madam, you deliberately didn''t tell Jiuzhu about the many rules of visiting a prince''s mansion, and this is the reason?" Ming Jingzhou sighed. "Prince Chen seems slightly better than we imagined."

    "Whether he is sincere or not, at least he hasn''t let down Jiuzhu''s genuine feelings," Lady Shen said with a bitter smile. "Ever since Jiuzhu became engaged to Prince Chen, I''ve been worried that his domineering nature would lead him to mistreat her. After today, I can finally feel a bit more at ease. The fact that he was willing to greet her with his hair down shows that he has some regard for her."

    "It''s strange, though. If any other prince had done this, I would have simply thought they were being considerate. But when Prince Chen does it, it makes me think more highly of him," Lady Shen said with a self-deprecating laugh. "It seems I''m the type of person who nitpicks perfectionists but is lenient with the unruly."

    "It''s not that you''re being worldly, but rather that when someone who usually doesn''t act properly does something right, it feels more valuable," Ming Jingzhou chuckled. "People are like that. Perhaps... this will also become one of Prince Chen''s strengths in the future."

    Lady Shen suddenly understood and nodded after a moment. "You''re right, husband."

    "Master, Madam," the steward entered and bowed. "The chief eunuch from Prince Chen''s mansion, Fugui, is here to see you."

    "Please invite him in."

    Lady Shen and Ming Jingzhou exchanged a glance. What business did the chief eunuch of Prince Chen''s mansion have at their residence?

    After meeting Fugui and hearing his message, the couple immediately understood. The vegetables were just an excuse; the real purpose was to keep their daughter at the mansion for lunch.

    After Fugui left, Lady Shen remained silent for a long time before speaking. "Men, not many of them are good."

    Ming Jingzhou: "..."

    Why was she generalizing so quickly?

    "Madam is right. I feel the same way. Some men really aren''t good!"

    "Aren''t you a man too?"

    "For you, I''m willing to be a traitor among men."

    "Women are so troublesome," Prince Chen muttered as he changed his clothes. He picked up the brocade on the table, hesitated for a moment, and then placed it in a box meant for hair ornaments.

    "Your Highness, your servant is a eunuch. I don''t understand women," the attendant said boldly as he combed Prince Chen''s hair. "But I do think Miss Ming looks very well-matched with you."

    "I''m afraid of making her cry if I speak harshly, and I worry she''ll be upset if I get angry. Even if I don''t accompany her, I fear she''ll feel lonely," Prince Chen clicked his tongue. "I never thought I''d have to coax a little girl at my age."

    "Your Highness is a royal noble, of the highest status. Even if you didn''t coax them, those women wouldn''t dare show any dissatisfaction," the attendant said. "That way, Your Highness wouldn''t have to go to such lengths."

    "You know nothing!" Prince Chen glared at the attendant, even cursing. "She''s just a silly little girl. Isn''t it pitiful when she cries? Isn''t it pitiful when she''s downcast? Isn''t it pitiful when she looks wronged?! I''m a grown man. How could I do something like that?"

    The attendant quickly apologized. "Please forgive me, Your Highness. Your servant is foolish and doesn''t understand women or how to speak properly."

    He finally understood. In Prince Chen''s eyes, if Miss Ming wasn''t happy, then she was pitiful.

    "Forget it. What''s the point of talking to you about this?" Prince Chen left the room and went straight to the guest courtyard.

    "Your Highness," the maid whispered as she approached Prince Chen standing at the door. "Miss Ming has fallen asleep."

    Through the door, Prince Chen glanced at Jiuzhu, who had wrapped herself into a round bundle on the soft couch, but he didn''t enter. "Notify me when Miss Ming wakes up."

    "Yes," the maid said, then quickly called out to him as he turned to leave. "Your Highness, please wait."

    She went back to the table and picked up a small pouch. "This is something Miss Ming asked me to give you before she fell asleep."

    Prince Chen opened the pouch and found a few pieces of mint candy inside.

    On a snowy day like this, who would eat mint candy...

    He stopped at the corridor, opened the pouch, and popped a piece into his mouth. The sweet aroma of mint instantly filled his mouth.

    When Jiuzhu woke up, it was already more than an hour later. She put on her warm, dried shoes and socks and sat in front of the bronze mirror to tidy up. "Thank you, sisters, for your trouble."

    "You''re too kind, Miss," one of the maids said. "Please wait a moment. His Highness will be here soon."

    Jiuzhu smiled shyly.

    "Awake?" Prince Chen entered the room. For once, he was wearing a fox fur cloak and a jade hair crown, looking like a dashing young nobleman.

    Jiuzhu couldn''t help but glance at him a few more times.

    "Do I look good?" Prince Chen walked up to her and picked up a pearl hairpin from the table, playing with it in his hand.

    "You do," Jiuzhu nodded, her face turning red.

    "Are you hungry?"

    Jiuzhu nodded again.

    "Maybe I shouldn''t call you Jiuzhu. I should call you Little Pig," Prince Chen handed the hairpin to the maid.

    Jiuzhu looked up at him.

    "You can eat and sleep so well. Isn''t that a blessing?" Prince Chen coughed lightly. "Come on, let''s go for lunch."

    Jiuzhu quickly lifted her skirt and followed. She had heard from Brother Fu Liu that Prince Chen''s mansion had many chefs, so the food must be delicious.

    At the dining table, Prince Chen watched Jiuzhu eating with relish and asked curiously, "Is it that good?"

    "It''s delicious," Jiuzhu nodded. "The food at Your Highness''s mansion is as good as the rumors say."

    "Oh?" Prince Chen asked with interest. "What do the rumors say?"

    "They say Your Highness''s mansion has many chefs."

    Prince Chen chuckled ambiguously.

    "When I heard that, I thought the food at Your Highness''s mansion must be delicious," Jiuzhu put down her chopsticks. "After eating today, I found it''s exactly as I imagined."

    "When you heard about the many chefs in my mansion, your first thought was about the food?" Prince Chen was shocked by Jiuzhu''s focus. "Didn''t you think of anything else?"

    Wouldn''t most people''s first thought be that he was extravagant and indulgent?

    "Aren''t chefs for cooking?" Jiuzhu noticed Prince Chen''s expression and thought she had said something foolish. She asked softly, "Are these chefs actually martial arts masters in disguise, secretly guarding the mansion?"

    "Little girls shouldn''t read those messy storybooks outside. It affects your brain," Prince Chen said, seeing that Jiuzhu liked the boneless goose feet, he added two more to her bowl.

    She wasn''t very smart to begin with. If she kept reading those nonsensical books, she''d really become a little fool.

    "My mind is perfectly fine. My masters all say I''m naturally intelligent and learn things very quickly." Jiuzhu had already eaten her fill, but when she saw the two extra goose feet in her bowl, she happily picked up her chopsticks again.

    Prince Chen couldn''t help but marvel at how Jiuzhu''s masters could spout such nonsense with a straight face.

    He ordered the servants to bring hawthorn tea to aid digestion. After Jiuzhu finished the goose feet, Prince Chen made her drink a few sips of the tea. "Now that you''re full and satisfied, can you tell me why you braved such heavy snow to come find me?"

    "No particular reason," Jiuzhu replied, holding her teacup with a smile. "I woke up this morning, opened the window, and saw the heavy snowfall. I was so happy! I just wanted to share this moment with you, Your Highness. It''s the first time I''ve ever seen such heavy snow."

    Yun Duqing hadn''t expected such a simple answer. She just wanted to share the joy of her first heavy snowfall with him.

    The girl''s smile was innocent and pure, her eyes filled with unreserved trust in him.

    "Jiuzhu."

    "Hmm?" Jiuzhu looked at him with wide, watery eyes, full of innocence.

    "Never mind. I''ll take you out to play in the snow." Yun Duqing stood up. "I''ll send you home before it gets dark." Sear?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Great! Great!" Having grown up in the south and never seen such heavy snow before, Jiuzhu was thrilled at the idea of playing in it. She immediately set down her teacup and rushed outside.

    Together, they built a rather ugly snowman. Jiuzhu stretched her arms and legs after finishing. "Your Highness, I forgot to ask last time¡ªdid you like the painting I made of the koi fish playing among the lotus?"

    At the mention of the painting, Prince Chen almost broke the snowman''s nose. He glanced at Jiuzhu''s head, where a fluffy rabbit fur hairpin swayed in the cold wind. "It was... quite good. The brushstrokes were lively and full of energy."

    "I''m glad you liked it!" Jiuzhu beamed. "When I get back today, I''ll paint you a snowscape."

    Prince Chen: "..."

    There was really no need to waste paper and ink like that.

    "How about it?"

    Prince Chen nodded. "Sure."

    Dealing with a young girl like her was truly troublesome.

    Leaving the Ministry of Revenue, the outside world was blanketed in snow, a pristine white landscape. Prince Qi mounted his horse, took the cloak handed to him by his attendant, and rode back to his mansion.

    On such a snowy day, he could have stayed home, but he was meticulous in his duties and never allowed himself to slack off when it came to official matters.

    Halfway through his journey, he saw a young girl in a bright red crane-feather cloak standing in the snow, holding a roasted sweet potato. She stood on her tiptoes, offering it to a man on horseback.

    He stopped his horse and quietly observed the scene.

    "Your Highness, isn''t that Prince Chen up ahead?" his attendant whispered. "What''s he doing here?"

    Prince Chen was known for his laziness and love of comfort. It was surprising to see him out in such heavy snow.

    Prince Qi watched as Prince Chen took a quick bite of the sweet potato, then shooed the girl back into the carriage. He seemed about to throw the sweet potato away, but after glancing at the carriage, he reluctantly ate the rest of it with a look of disdain.

    After wiping his mouth, Prince Chen finally noticed Prince Qi on horseback and lazily cupped his hands in greeting. "Fourth Brother."

    "Fifth Brother." Prince Qi patted his horse and approached Prince Chen. He glanced at the blackened sweet potato skin in Prince Chen''s hand and smiled. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

    "Would you like one too, Fourth Brother?" Prince Chen gestured to his attendant. "Go buy a few for Prince Qi."

    "You''re too kind," Prince Qi said gently. "I''ve just come from the Ministry of Revenue and have much to attend to. I''m afraid I can''t stay to enjoy snacks with you."

    "What a pity," Prince Chen clicked his tongue. "The Ministry of Revenue is full of capable officials. Why should you shoulder all the burden alone, Fourth Brother? Remember to delegate and not overwork yourself."

    "Those who are capable should take on more responsibilities. It''s my honor to share our father''s concerns," Prince Qi replied, glancing at the carriage. "You''ll be getting married in a few months, Fifth Brother. It''s time you started sharing some of the burdens as well."

    "You''re right, Fourth Brother. I''ll go to the palace tomorrow to pay my respects to Father and cheer him up. Isn''t that what a son should do¡ªease his father''s worries?" Prince Chen said lazily.

    "Your Highness?" Jiuzhu poked her head out from behind the carriage curtain. "What''s going on?"

    "Nothing. Get your head back inside. The snow is heavy out here." Prince Chen rode his horse to the carriage and gently pushed Jiuzhu''s head back in.

    "Even riding in a carriage, she can''t let me relax," he muttered, adjusting the curtain. He turned to Prince Qi. "Fourth Brother, I need to hurry and send my fianc¨¦e home. If there''s nothing urgent, let''s talk another time."

    "If you''re not in a hurry..." Prince Chen raised an eyebrow. "Then could you move aside?"

 Chapter 25

    The wind was fierce, the snow was cold, and the expressions of Prince Qi''s attendants were equally grim.

    Prince Chen, the younger brother of their master, had the audacity to demand that Prince Qi yield the road¡ªan act that was utterly humiliating! However, Prince Chen was known for his unpredictable temper. He had even disregarded the dignity of the heir to a marquisate, so what could a few lowly attendants of Prince Qi possibly do? They could only seethe in silence, unable to voice their anger.

    Prince Qi stared at Prince Chen without speaking, nor did he move aside.

    "What? Fourth Brother refuses to yield?" Prince Chen looked at Prince Qi and let out a cold laugh. "I am feeling unwell today and cannot bear the cold. If I have offended you, I beg your forgiveness, Fourth Brother!"

    With that, he spurred his horse and charged forward with his carriage in tow. The sound of hooves grew louder, and the speed showed no sign of slowing.

    As the horse and carriage bore down on him, Prince Qi recalled a childhood memory. He and Yun Duqing had both taken a liking to a palace lantern. Back then, Yun Duqing had brought along a eunuch and fought him for it, snatching the lantern and leaving in triumph.

    "Your Highness, be careful!" An attendant pulled Prince Qi''s horse to the side, narrowly avoiding the oncoming carriage.

    The carriage brushed past Prince Qi, the gust of wind ruffling the fox fur on his cloak.

    "Your Highness, are you alright?" The attendant looked at Prince Qi with concern. It was clear to everyone that had he not acted quickly, Prince Chen''s carriage would have collided with them.

    "I''m fine," Prince Qi replied, his face as calm as still water.

    The carriage ahead came to a halt. Prince Chen, seated high on his horse, turned around and cupped his hands in a mocking salute. "Thank you, Fourth Brother, for caring about my health."

    "Prince Chen, do not push your luck!" one of the attendants finally snapped. "You show no respect for your elder brother. Aren''t you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

    "My elder brother willingly yielded the road. What business is it of yours?" Prince Chen sneered. "When the master has not spoken, how dare a servant overstep and sow discord between royal brothers? Such behavior is inexcusable."

    "Fourth Brother, are you just going to stand by and let this lowly servant drive a wedge between us?" Prince Chen said lazily, a smile playing on his lips. "Look at my attendants. Do they ever dare to speak out of turn when we are conversing?"

    "Thank you for your concern, Fifth Brother. When I return, I will discipline my servants properly," Prince Qi replied coldly. "Since you are unwell, you should head back early and avoid catching a chill in this snowstorm."

    "Fourth Brother is too kind, but I have a short temper. If I ever see this servant following you again, I will personally teach him a lesson on your behalf," Prince Chen said, his gaze icy as he glared at the attendant who had spoken. "The royal family has no place for such insolent servants."

    The attendant turned pale and dropped to one knee, not daring to utter another word.

    "Thank you for the reminder, Fifth Brother," Prince Qi said, gripping the reins tightly before slowly releasing them. "Safe travels, Fifth Brother."

    "That''s more like it," Prince Chen said, patting his horse before riding off into the distance. S§×ar?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    As the carriage disappeared into the snowstorm, Prince Qi glanced down at the kneeling attendant. "Rise."

    "Your Highness, this servant is incompetent."

    "It is not your fault," Prince Qi said, lowering his gaze. "He came here today with the sole purpose of provoking me."

    The road from Prince Chen''s residence to Vice Minister Ming''s home did not require passing through this route. Yun Duqing had deliberately taken the long way just to force Prince Qi to yield, all because the Pingyuan Marquisate had once made Ming Jiuzhu step aside.

    "Prince Chen, emboldened by the Emperor''s favor, is becoming increasingly lawless..."

    "Enough," Prince Qi cut off his attendant. "Let''s go back."

    As long as the Emperor doted on Prince Chen, the other princes and princesses had no choice but to tread carefully around him.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu poked her head out of the carriage. "Did you just quarrel with Prince Qi? Will there be trouble?"

    "What trouble could there be?" Prince Chen pushed her head back inside. "I''ve always acted this way. I don''t care what others think. At most, they''ll call me arrogant and disrespectful."

    The old lady of the Zheng Family had bullied his future wife, a young girl. He couldn''t take it out on the elderly, so he had to settle the score with her grandson instead.

    Her head popped out again, and Prince Chen glared at her.

    "Don''t push me back! Let me say two more things," Jiuzhu held up two fingers. "First, Your Highness is not arrogant at all."

    She retracted one finger. "Second, Your Highness isn''t disrespecting your elder brother. You''re just standing up for me, right?"

    "Right? What are you talking about?" Prince Chen poked her forehead. "This has nothing to do with you. Sit properly in the carriage. We''re almost at Vice Minister Ming''s residence."

    Jiuzhu smiled at Prince Chen. He was so kind, helping her without seeking any credit.

    Lady Shen and Ming Jingzhou watched their daughter skip happily into the house. Pretending to have just passed by, they casually asked, "What would you like for dinner tonight?"

    Jiuzhu patted her stomach. "I''m not very hungry. Just a little something will do."

    Lady Shen noticed the bulging pouch tied to her waist. "What''s this?"

    "It''s dried meat from Prince Chen''s residence," Jiuzhu said, pulling out a handful and offering it to Lady Shen. "It''s delicious. Try some."

    Lady Shen: "..."

    Her teeth ached. She couldn''t eat it.

    "My dear, did you have fun at Prince Chen''s residence?" Ming Jingzhou took a piece of dried meat and chewed it. "It''s quite good."

    "It''s delicious, isn''t it?" Jiuzhu handed the rest to Ming Jingzhou, her eyes curving into smiles. "Everyone at the residence was very kind, and His Highness was especially nice."

    The once-tasty dried meat suddenly lost its flavor. Ming Jingzhou bit down hard.

    What father would like the man who stole his daughter''s heart?

    "Did my son have a falling out with Prince Qi?" Emperor Longfeng closed the secret report in his hand and asked Liu Zhongbao. "What happened the other day when the Pingyuan Marquisate made the Ming girl step aside?"

    Liu Zhongbao recounted the incident.

    "Old Madam Zheng is getting on in years," Emperor Longfeng stood up. "The elderly can become senile, and their descendants mediocre. Beneath the surface of prosperity lies nothing but decay."

    He sighed, feeling a sense of regret. "When the old Marquis of Pingyuan was still alive, the Zheng Family was a sight to behold. But the younger generation is incompetent, tarnishing their ancestors'' legacy. It''s truly a pity."

    Liu Zhongbao bent down to replace Emperor Longfeng''s tea.

    "I recall that the Marquis of Pingyuan submitted a memorial a few days ago, seeking a position for his son?"

    "Your Majesty has an excellent memory. This old servant only vaguely remembers such a matter."

    "Reject the memorial. With such a family ethos, how can the younger generation serve in the court?" Emperor Longfeng found Zheng Wangnan''s name on the list of the younger generation and crossed it out with a red brush. "Although the Marquis of Pingyuan is gravely ill, and I should show compassion, integrity and moral character are paramount in officialdom. I cannot jeopardize the state for the sake of momentary pity."

    Liu Zhongbao looked at the bold red cross and smiled. "Your Majesty, under your benevolent rule, talented individuals abound. Without the Zheng Family, there are still the Sun Family, the Li Family, the Ming Family, and countless others across the land. All of them are at your service."

    Emperor Longfeng chuckled. He glanced at the weather outside and set down the red brush. "The snow is heavy today. Let''s have hotpot at the Bright Moon Palace."

    As for the secret report about Prince Chen''s public altercation with Prince Qi, Emperor Longfeng tossed it into the brazier.

    Yun Duqing was young and hot-headed. Standing up for his future wife was only natural.

    "Your Highness, Prince Chen is being so aggressive. Should we have the censors impeach him for disrespecting his elder brother?"

    "No," Prince Qi firmly refused. "Father dotes on Fifth Brother. Even if the censors submit a memorial, he won''t punish him severely. Instead, he''ll think that I, as the elder brother, am being petty and unable to tolerate my younger sibling."

    "Even if His Majesty doesn''t punish him, it will let the officials know of Prince Chen''s unreasonable behavior..."

    "Do the officials not already know his temperament?" Prince Qi sneered. "Who would dare to criticize him to his face?"

    The strategist fell silent. The prince was right. As long as the Emperor favored Prince Chen, there was nothing they could do.

    "Your Highness, even though His Majesty favors Prince Chen, he is still the Emperor," the strategist lowered his voice to remind Prince Qi. "If Prince Chen continues to act so recklessly, he will eventually cross His Majesty''s line. When the time comes, we can give things a little push..."

    "Your Highness, your wedding is approaching. The priority now is to win over the Sun Family''s support and plan for the future," the strategist said. "With the Sun Family on your side, you will gain the backing of countless scholars across the land."

    Prince Qi thought of the Sun Family''s young lady. She was intelligent and knew when to advance and retreat.

    The snow fell for two days. On the third morning, Jiuzhu got up and saw the sun hanging in the sky. She sighed deeply. "The snow is going to melt."

    "Don''t worry, Miss. It might snow again this year," Chunfen comforted her with a smile. "Every winter, you''ll be able to see beautiful snowscapes."

    Ming Jiuzhu leaned on the windowsill, gazing at the icicles hanging from the tree branches. "It can''t keep snowing forever, or people will freeze."

    "That''s true. If it snows for too long, it''s the common folk who suffer," Chunfen said softly as she combed Jiuzhu''s long hair. "I heard that in the past, some people even froze to death. But since His Majesty ascended the throne and established relief shelters across the regions, such tragedies have become much rarer."

    "His Majesty is truly a remarkable emperor," Jiuzhu turned to look at Chunfen. "Sister Chunfen, have you always been by Mother''s side?"

    "Yes, I entered the mansion at the age of six and have been here for twelve years," she replied, her eyes lingering on Jiuzhu''s delicate features. "Back then, the master had just been exonerated, and there were very few servants in the mansion. The mistress, being kind-hearted, took in a few abandoned girls, and I was one of them."

    What Chunfen didn''t tell Jiuzhu was that the mistress had taken them in because of the young lady. Perhaps seeing their pitiful state reminded her of her own daughter, who had been sent to live with the old relatives in Lingzhou.

    The year the fake young lady entered the mansion, Chunfen was only eight, but she still remembered how heartbroken and despairing the mistress had been when she uncovered the truth.

    Thankfully, heaven had blessed them, and the young lady had returned safely to her mother''s side.

    "Good sister, tell me more about the past," Jiuzhu said, her curiosity about her family growing.

    Chunfen smiled and continued to share amusing anecdotes about the master, mistress, and the young master. Seeing the sparkle in Jiuzhu''s eyes, Chunfen felt a pang of sadness. If only those so-called relatives in Lingzhou hadn''t abandoned the young lady back then, how much better things would have been.

    If that had been the case, the young lady could have grown up by her parents'' side, cherished by them and cared for by her elder brother.

    "So my brother loved climbing trees when he was young too?" Jiuzhu was delighted to hear about the similarities between her and her brother. "When I was little, I loved climbing trees too. My teachers always said I shouldn''t be born in the Year of the Dog but in the Year of the Monkey, since only monkeys love jumping around."

    "There''s no monkey as adorable as you, young lady," Chunfen said as she finished styling Jiuzhu''s hair. "The sun is so lovely today. After breakfast, you should go out for a walk."

    "Alright," Jiuzhu replied, thinking about buying a new set of brushes to paint a snowscape for Prince Chen.

    The sun after the snowfall seemed especially radiant. As Jiuzhu stepped out of the carriage, she looked up at the sky and was momentarily blinded by the sunlight.

    "Miss Ming."

    Hearing someone call her, Jiuzhu turned around. "Miss Zhou?"

    The person approaching was Zhou Xiao, the daughter of Vice Minister of Rites Zhou Rui. Jiuzhu had met her once when she went out with Ming Cunfu, and though they had seen each other on other occasions, they hadn''t had the chance to chat.

    "I thought it looked like you from afar," Zhou Xiao said as she stepped down from her carriage. "Are you heading to the teahouse to listen to storytelling?"

    Jiuzhu only then noticed the teahouse nearby.

    "There''s a female storyteller here who specializes in entertaining female guests. If you have no other plans, Miss Ming, would you honor me by joining me for a listen?" Zhou Xiao had a gentle appearance and spoke softly, and Jiuzhu found herself nodding without thinking.

    "My father and your father are colleagues and good friends, and my mother and your mother have been close friends for many years," Zhou Xiao said as she led Jiuzhu upstairs. "The last few times we met, there were other people around, so I didn''t have the chance to talk to you properly."

    "Come, let''s sit here," Zhou Xiao chose a good spot and skillfully handed some silver to the waiter, ordering tea and snacks.

    "Miss Zhou..."

    "I''m a few years older than you. If you don''t mind, you can call me sister," Zhou Xiao whispered in Jiuzhu''s ear. "You probably don''t know this, but Ming Cunfu asked me early this morning to accompany you today, worried that you might be bored."

    At the mention of Ming Cunfu, Zhou Xiao''s cheeks turned slightly red, and she quickly took a sip of tea.

    Jiuzhu cupped her face in her hands and looked at Zhou Xiao, blinking her eyes.

    The last time she saw Miss Zhou and Mr. Zhou, Ming Cunfu hadn''t shown any special behavior toward Miss Zhou. Who would have thought...

    Are men and women in the capital so good at hiding their feelings?

    "Miss Zhou and Brother Cunfu..." Jiuzhu gave a knowing smile. "Thank you, Sister Zhou, for going out of your way to accompany me today."

    Zhou Xiao''s cheeks flushed even redder. "Miss Ming, stop overthinking and focus on the storytelling."

    Jiuzhu blinked her big eyes innocently. She hadn''t been thinking anything at all.

    "Ladies and gentlewomen, last time we spoke of the dashing prince and the noble lady who fell in love," the storyteller rapped her wooden table, capturing the attention of everyone in the room.

    "The handsome prince was dignified and graceful, and countless women in the capital were smitten with him," the storyteller sighed. "Yet there was one person who harbored resentment toward the prince, causing him trouble at every turn."

    Jiuzhu lowered her head to peel some peanuts. The peanuts at this teahouse were quite well-roasted.

    "The wicked prince abused his power, humiliating the handsome prince in public. Such rudeness!"

    As Jiuzhu listened, she felt something was off about the story. Frowning, she looked at the storyteller, who continued to speak without pause.

    "The handsome prince, unwilling to harm the bond between brothers, chose not to retaliate..."

    "Wait," Jiuzhu interrupted the storyteller. "I don''t like this story. Change it."

    "Miss, although I don''t have many guests, I can''t just change the story at will," the storyteller examined Jiuzhu. "You must be here for the first time. You probably don''t know how many ladies adore this story about the handsome prince."

    "I don''t care for any handsome prince," Jiuzhu emptied her purse of silver. "Tell me a story about a wicked prince who thrives, is surrounded by descendants, and is adored by countless people."

    "Miss, this is..."

    "Tell it," Jiuzhu placed the silver in front of the storyteller. Seeing her hesitation, she added a few more pieces.

    "Of course, satisfying the guests'' requests is also part of our duty as storytellers," the storyteller pocketed the silver and changed her tone. "Now, let me tell you about the wicked prince. Though he seemed arrogant and domineering, it was all a facade. In truth, he was wise and benevolent..."

    In the palace, a maid whispered into Consort Ning''s ear, "Your Highness, I''ve already given the script to that storyteller. Many ladies enjoy this story. I believe it won''t be long before the prince''s reputation spreads among countless women."

    "Well done," Consort Ning smiled with satisfaction.

    The world doesn''t understand how powerful women''s words and ears can be. They are the wives and mothers of men.

    Soon enough, Prince Chen''s arrogance and recklessness will be deeply ingrained in everyone''s minds!

 Chapter 26

    After the story ended and the guests dispersed, the female storyteller picked up her now lukewarm tea, taking a few sips to soothe her throat. She looked up to see that the female guest who had paid her to tell the story had not yet left.

    "Madam," Jiuzhu said, pulling a stool over to sit in front of the storyteller.

    "Do you wish to hear another story, miss?" the storyteller quickly gulped down more of the cold tea. She was just an ordinary person struggling to make a living, after all, and the small amount of silver she earned was meant to support her family.

    "I don''t want to hear a story," Jiuzhu replied, noticing that although the storyteller''s sleeves were clean, they were patched with fabric of the same color, the stitches neat and meticulous, showing great care in the mending.

    Holding back her sympathy, Jiuzhu took out another piece of silver. "I want to know, where did the story about the Handsome Prince come from?"

    "So that''s what you''re curious about. It''s a small matter," the storyteller said, though her hands moved quickly to take the silver. "A few days ago, a young lady gave me a script, saying she had written it in her spare time. She offered me twenty taels of silver to tell the story."

    "Twenty taels?" Jiuzhu was astonished. "She spent that much just to have you tell a story?"

    "Miss, this is the Capital City. You can find all sorts of strange people here," the storyteller said, glancing at Jiuzhu. After all, wasn''t Jiuzhu herself spending money to have the story altered?

    "We storytellers aim to please our guests and earn a bit of luck," the storyteller added.

    Zhou Xiao, standing behind Jiuzhu, looked at the storyteller with pity, wondering who had devised such a cruel scheme to involve an innocent woman like her.

    If the story spread further and the palace caught wind of it, the first to suffer would be this storyteller.

    "Mother," a little girl in a flower-patterned coat ran out from a side door. She looked up timidly at Jiuzhu and Zhou Xiao before hiding behind the storyteller.

    "Forgive her, she''s young and doesn''t know better. Please don''t mind her," the storyteller said, handing the girl a few copper coins. "Go buy some pastries from the shopkeeper. I''ll be there soon."

    The little girl ran off, coins in hand. Jiuzhu rummaged through her purse and pulled out her last piece of silver. "If you trust me, don''t tell the story of the Handsome Prince and the Wicked Prince together anymore. Stories are just stories, but people are prone to suspicion and may twist the meaning, causing trouble."

    The storyteller''s expression changed slightly as she looked at the silver on the table. "Thank you for the warning, miss, but I can''t accept this money."

    "Please don''t misunderstand," Jiuzhu smiled. "I enjoyed your story. I particularly liked the tale of the Wicked Prince, and I''ll come again."

    "You can rest assured, miss. Tomorrow I''ll tell the story of the Fierce-Looking but Kind-Hearted Prince. You''re welcome to come and listen," the storyteller said cheerfully as she accepted the silver.

    "Thank you," Jiuzhu said, clutching her empty purse. As she left the teahouse, she sighed softly. No wonder people said talent was priceless. Even getting a storyteller to change a story was expensive. The silver she had saved for a month, reluctant to spend, was now completely gone.

    "Sister Xiao," Zhou Xiao, who had lived in the Capital City for a long time and was familiar with all sorts of schemes, spoke with a grave expression. "It seems today wasn''t a good day for storytelling. Why don''t we go visit a cosmetics shop instead?"

    Jiuzhu pinched her empty purse, her brows furrowed as she shook her head at Zhou Xiao''s suggestion. "I''ve spent all my silver."

    Zhou Xiao couldn''t help but laugh. She had thought Jiuzhu was so generous because the Ming family doted on their daughter, but it turned out she had spent all the money she had.

    "It''s fine, just looking doesn''t cost anything," Zhou Xiao said, taking Jiuzhu''s arm. "Come on, keep me company."

    Zhou Xiao was soft and fragrant, and Jiuzhu found herself nodding in agreement, only to later find herself gifted a box of rouge by her companion.

    When she returned home, Jiuzhu held the rouge in her hands, murmuring thoughtfully, "No wonder my master always said beauty could bewitch people. It''s true."

    But really, who could resist a beautiful, gentle, and considerate older sister?

    At the Zhou residence, Zhou Xiao entered the main courtyard where her parents lived.

    "Father, Mother," Zhou Xiao served tea to her parents. "Today, I went to the teahouse with Sister Ming and encountered something unusual."

    "What happened?" Zhou Rui and Madame Zhou exchanged knowing smiles. The marriage between their daughter and the sixth son of the Ming family had already been agreed upon by both families. Once Ming Jinghai returned to the Capital City, they would arrange for the betrothal gifts to be sent.

    It was good that their daughter got along well with the Ming family''s daughter. It would make it easier for her to adjust to her new family after marriage.

    Zhou Xiao recounted everything that had happened at the teahouse.

    How could a mere storyteller know about the affairs between Prince Qi and Prince Chen? If Jiuzhu hadn''t noticed something amiss today, the storyteller might have lost her life because of this story.

    Thinking of the timid little girl behind the storyteller, Zhou Xiao couldn''t help but say, "Many people say Prince Qi is virtuous and talented, a true gem. But after today, I can''t help but wonder if such a perfect person truly exists."

    Zhou Rui remained silent, but Madame Zhou smiled and said, "That Ming girl is quite interesting."

    She was naive in character, yet she had a natural sensitivity to hidden dangers.

    "At first, even you didn''t notice anything wrong with the story. But after just a few sentences, she interrupted it. She didn''t reveal her identity or use her status to bully others. Instead, she spent money to convince the storyteller to change the story willingly," Madame Zhou remarked with admiration. "She truly is a Ming. Even though she was raised outside the family, she still has the decisiveness and courage of a Ming."

    No wonder Consort Su, who usually didn''t get along well with civil officials, liked this future daughter-in-law so much.

    "Is that so?" Zhou Xiao suspected her mother might have some misconceptions about Jiuzhu. Was Sister Ming really decisive?

    Remembering how Jiuzhu had clutched her empty purse, looking pitifully heartbroken over the spent silver, Zhou Xiao fell silent.

    Well, if her mother was happy with her assumptions, it was better not to correct her.

    At Bright Moon Palace, Consort Su was admiring herself in the mirror when Xiangjuan hurried in, her expression odd. "Your Highness, there are some rumors circulating outside the palace... about His Highness."

    "Is it about my son being arrogant and domineering, or indulging in luxury?" Consort Su asked calmly as she picked up an eyebrow pencil to touch up her brows.

    "Neither."

    "Is it about him oppressing the poor or abusing his power?"

    "Not that either," Xiangjuan coughed lightly. "The rumors say that His Highness only appears fierce on the surface, but in reality, he''s a kind-hearted soul who cries when he sees injured animals and feels deeply for the suffering of others."

    "What?!" Consort Su''s hand trembled, nearly poking herself in the nose with the eyebrow pencil. "Are you sure you''re talking about my son, and not Prince Qi?" S§×arch* The n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "It''s definitely about His Highness," Xiangjuan confirmed. "The rumors also say that Prince Chen''s residence employs many chefs, but they are actually soldiers who were severely injured. His Highness couldn''t bear to see them lose their livelihoods, so he gave them work in his household."

    "And that time when His Highness fiercely bought an old man''s radishes? It turns out he noticed the man''s family was struggling and used that as an excuse to give him money."

    Though Xiangjuan didn''t understand why a prince would personally buy radishes, she knew that folk tales often had their share of exaggerations, like "the emperor uses a golden hoe" or "the empress uses a lot of oil when making pancakes."

    After listening to more bizarre stories about "escorting an old man home," "fiercely giving money to a beggar," and "resisting the temptation of a beautiful woman," Consort Su fell silent for a long time. Was this really her son they were talking about? It sounded more like a saint.

    Rubbing the goosebumps on her arm, Consort Su interrupted Xiangjuan. "Enough, enough. It''s too strange to listen to."

    Consort Su was puzzled. "Where did such ridiculous rumors come from?"

    Xiangjuan replied, "I don''t know where they started, but they''ve been spreading like wildfire these past few days."

    "Could it be... another plot against my son?" Consort Su pondered, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn''t make sense of it. "But spreading such rumors only benefits my son. What could the mastermind possibly gain?"

    The mother and son had always been the target of envy in the palace. Others secretly wished for their downfall, praying daily for their misfortune. It was impossible that someone would go to such lengths to enhance her son''s reputation.

    Was this an act of kindness, or some form of charity?

    A good reputation was fine, but the stories were so exaggerated that even she, as his mother, felt a bit embarrassed.

    "Is this what you call taking care of things?!" Consort Ning, after hearing her servant''s report, summoned the maid who had been tasked with the matter. "With my silver, were you working for me, or for Prince Chen?!"

    Five hundred taels, a full five hundred taels, and this is the result I get?!

    "This servant doesn''t know what happened either. Everything was fine just a few days ago, but then the female patrons at the teahouse suddenly started favoring stories about a prince who appears domineering on the outside but is gentle at heart..." The maid''s voice grew softer and softer. "The storyteller lady said that storytellers should tell the stories the audience likes, and she refused to continue with the scripts we provided."

    "If she doesn''t want to, then offer her more money," Consort Ning suppressed her anger. "If she still refuses even with more money, then find someone else. Do I really need to teach you this?"

    "Your Highness..." The maid hesitated. "Nowadays, the women in the Capital City no longer enjoy stories about gentle and virtuous scholars. They prefer tales of domineering princes or arrogant marquises."

    Ever since the story of the "Domineering but Kind-hearted Prince" became popular, countless storytellers have been fabricating similar tales. The old clich¨¦s about scholars and young ladies, or fox spirits and generals, are no longer in demand.

    "Are these people out of their minds?" Consort Ning couldn''t help but retort. "What exactly is there to like about a prince like Yun Duqing?"

    Seeing Consort Ning''s fury, the maid quickly tried to comfort her. "Your Highness, it''s not Prince Chen they like, but the fictional character in the stories."

    However, for some reason, many women had already started equating Prince Chen with the domineering prince in the stories. The maid didn''t dare to tell Consort Ning this, fearing her wrath.

    "Get out!" Consort Ning kicked her in the stomach. "Useless thing!"

    The maid clutched her stomach. "Please calm your anger, Your Highness. This servant will take her leave."

    Staggering out of the inner chamber, a young maid rushed to support her. "Aunt Bai Shao, are you alright?"

    "I''m fine," Bai Shao said, enduring the sharp pain in her abdomen. She pushed the young maid''s hand away, sweat dripping from her forehead. "Her Highness is in a bad mood today. Be careful when serving her."

    The young maid''s face paled. She looked at Bai Shao with concern, but Bai Shao only clutched her stomach, step by step making her way to the door. As she crossed the threshold, she collapsed to the ground.

    "Auntie," the young girl whispered, not daring to raise her voice. She ran to Bai Shao''s side. "Let me help you back."

    "Don''t be foolish," Bai Shao said weakly. "Do you want to lose your life?"

    "Her Highness is in a foul mood. How could she allow you to leave without permission?" Bai Shao leaned against the doorframe and stood up. "I''m fine. Go back."

    Everyone in Lanyu Palace knew that Consort Ning despised any sign of disrespect from her servants. It was rumored that before she entered the Emperor''s household, her mother had been of low status, and as a concubine''s daughter, she had often been mistreated by the servants. After the Emperor ascended the throne, she developed a deep dislike for disobedient servants.

    However, this was just a rumor whispered among the servants of Lanyu Palace. No one dared to verify its truth. Moreover, in recent years, Consort Ning had grown close to the Pingyuan Marquis''s family, which didn''t align with the idea that she had been mistreated.

    "Aunt Bai Shao," a young eunuch hurried out. "Her Highness wants you to go to the Palace Administration and ask when the new tea will be delivered. The prince''s wedding is approaching, and Her Highness said all the palace items need to be replaced."

    "Understood," Bai Shao released her hand from her stomach. "I''ll go to the Palace Administration right away."

    The young eunuch looked at Bai Shao''s pale face, wanting to say something but not daring to speak. Finally, he whispered, "Auntie, please take care of yourself."

    "Miss Jiuzhu, that building over there is the Inner Court Administration, which handles the daily expenses and supplies for the imperial concubines," Xiangjuan pointed to a small building not far away. "It was established by His Majesty after he ascended the throne, to ensure that the eunuchs wouldn''t withhold supplies from the concubines."

    During the reign of the previous emperor, concubines who were out of favor often had to eat leftovers, drink cold water, and live worse than servants.

    Xiangjuan glanced at Jiuzhu and noticed that the young lady seemed curious about everything, as if there was nothing in the world that couldn''t spark her interest. These days, Her Highness had been summoning Jiuzhu to the palace frequently, and the two of them would spend time together appreciating paintings, chatting, and occasionally offering small suggestions on the scriptures copied by the concubines. They got along very well.

    The only ones who might not be so happy were the concubines who had "devotedly" copied the scriptures.

    Her Highness had invited the young lady to the palace but was worried she might get bored, so she asked Xiangjuan to take Jiuzhu around. By now, they had almost explored every corner of the palace, except for the Emperor''s and the concubines'' private chambers.

    "Aunt Xiangjuan," Jiuzhu tugged on Xiangjuan''s sleeve. "I''m going to take a look over there."

    "What is it?" Xiangjuan looked at Jiuzhu in confusion, only to see her walking toward a plum tree.

    Bai Shao was curled up against the tree trunk, her back soaked in cold sweat. She weakly opened her eyes, looking up at the gray sky. The sharp pain in her abdomen reminded her that she was still alive.

    The pain seemed to spread throughout her body, and her brain felt like it was about to explode from the endless agony.

    "Are you alright?"

    She struggled to open her eyes wider, seeing a young girl appear before her.

    The girl was wearing a red cloak, and the hairpin at her temple sparkled, brightening even the gloomy sky.

    "Aunt Xiangjuan, she looks like she''s about to faint."

    Before Bai Shao lost consciousness, she saw the girl take off her cloak and drape it over her.

    ...

    "Your Majesty," Liu Zhongbao handed a secret letter to Emperor Longfeng. "We''ve identified the person behind the attempt to present the embroidered painting to Consort Su during her birthday banquet."

    Emperor Longfeng opened the letter, read the name, and gently placed it on the table. "Liu Zhongbao, how many years have I been on the throne?"

    "Your Majesty, this is the thirteenth year of the Longfeng era."

    "I remember when Duqing stood in front of me, he wasn''t even eight years old," the Emperor sighed. "So much time has passed."

    "Prepare the carriage. I''m going to Qingfeng Pavilion."

    Qingfeng Pavilion was filled with the pungent smell of medicine. A woman lay on the bed, tightly wrapped in a brocade quilt, coughing violently.

    Footsteps approached outside the curtain. She struggled to lift the curtain, first showing joy, then panic.

    She tried to sit up but ultimately fell back onto the bed.

    "Just lie down," Emperor Longfeng didn''t approach the bed. He looked at the haggard woman, his expression neither happy nor angry.

    "Your Majesty, have you come to see me, or to seek justice for that woman, Su Meidai?" She coughed violently. "I''ve known you since we were young, yet in the end, I couldn''t compare to a merchant''s daughter. How laughable."

    "Your Majesty!" She looked at Emperor Longfeng with resentment. "Are Su Meidai and Yun Duqing the only ones who matter in this harem? Are the other women and children not human?"

    "Since the founding of this dynasty, no emperor has treated his concubines as generously as I have," Emperor Longfeng sighed. "Lady Yang, you shouldn''t have targeted my beloved consort."

    "Beloved consort? Hahaha, beloved consort?" Lady Yang laughed bitterly. "Is Su Meidai the only woman who matters to you?"

    Seeing the hatred in Lady Yang''s eyes, Emperor Longfeng spoke. "I''ve known about what happened in the 30th year of Xiande."

    Lady Yang froze. After a long while, she let out a sound that was both a laugh and a cry. "So that''s how it is... So that''s how it is..."

    The room fell silent. After a long time, she struggled to sit up, looking at the empty room. Tears streamed down her face as she murmured, "Your Majesty is right. You truly are a generous emperor."

    That year, the Emperor had been imprisoned in his own mansion. The women in the inner court, for the sake of their families'' futures and glory, chose to betray their husband.

    When the plan failed and the prince ascended the throne, she thought this secret would never be known by the Emperor.

    She was wrong. In this imperial city, there were no secrets that could remain hidden forever.

    "Hahaha..."

    Lady Yang laughed until tears streamed down her face. The other women in the harem, who usually looked down on her, had no idea that their past actions had long been seen by the Emperor.

    How laughable. They were all so laughable.

    When Jiuzhu woke up in the morning, she noticed that all the red lanterns in the hallway had been taken down.

    "Sister Chunfen, why have all the lanterns been replaced?" Jiuzhu looked up at the blue lanterns, feeling a bit uneasy.

    "Consort Yang has passed away. Since your father is a third-rank official in the Ministry of Rites, it''s inappropriate to hang red lanterns for nine days," Chunfen draped a plain cloak over Jiuzhu. "Later, Madame Zhou might take you to the palace to pay your respects. Just stay close to her."

    Jiuzhu suddenly understood why Chunfen had picked out a plain outfit for her today, even her hairpin was made of plain silver.

    "Who is Consort Yang?"

    Chunfen lowered her voice: "She is the daughter of a disgraced official. Her father and brother conspired with a rebel prince to force their way into the palace over a decade ago. After His Majesty ascended the throne, he took pity on her, knowing she was unaware of the plot, and did not hold her accountable..."

    "Jiuzhu," Lady Shen called out as she entered the courtyard, beckoning Jiuzhu over.

    Jiuzhu hurried to her mother''s side: "Mother, are we going to the palace now?"

    "Has Chunfen already told you?"

    Jiuzhu nodded.

    Lady Shen inspected her daughter from head to toe, ensuring nothing was out of place, and then led her out the door.

    Prince Chen, dressed in plain robes, walked along the palace path when he noticed some palace maids giving him peculiar looks.

    As one of the maids nearly stumbled and fell into his arms, he sidestepped to avoid her and asked Fugui in confusion, "What''s wrong with this maid? If she can''t even walk steadily, how did she get a position in the palace?"

    Fugui glanced at the maid, who was now sprawled on the ground, and thought to himself that perhaps she, too, had heard the bizarre tale of *The Domineering Prince and the Charming Maid*.

    Prince Chen didn''t even glance at the young maid kneeling on the ground, tears about to fall. Impatiently, he said to two eunuchs, "Take her back quickly. If anyone sees this, they might think I pushed her."

    Just as he finished speaking, Jiuzhu''s voice called out from behind him.

    "Your Highness!"

    Jiuzhu ran up to Prince Chen. She glanced at the maid kneeling on the ground, then at Prince Chen, her face full of confusion. "Your Highness?"

 Chapter 27

    When Jiuzhu appeared, Prince Chen turned his head and glared at the eunuchs accompanying him. He had already told them to quickly help the maid back, but now how was he supposed to explain this to Little Pig Ming?

    "Did this palace maid fall?" Jiuzhu noticed two eunuchs standing beside the maid and smiled softly as she praised Prince Chen: "Your Highness is so kind, seeing the maid fall, you specifically arranged for someone to help her up."

    "Of course, I am not the kind of person who would ignore someone in need." Prince Chen straightened his back slightly, his chin raised, exuding the demeanor of a noble gentleman. He noticed that Jiuzhu was dressed in plain clothing: "Why are you here to pay your respects?"

    "Mother said that our family originally didn¡¯t need to come, but since I am engaged to Your Highness, it¡¯s different for us." Jiuzhu glanced at the maid still lying on the ground: "Mother is well-read, so listening to her is always the right thing to do."

    Hearing the word "engaged," Prince Chen awkwardly turned his head away: "Then, let me take you there. Consort Yang''s funeral is being kept simple. You can just come with me to offer incense."

    "Wait a moment." Jiuzhu tugged at Prince Chen''s sleeve.

    Prince Chen turned back, thinking she didn¡¯t want to go with him: "Do you want to go with your mother instead?"

    "No." Jiuzhu pointed to his waist: "Your Highness, please take off this jade pendant first."

    The jade pendant itself was nothing special, but its tassel and cord were a bright red color.

    Prince Chen wanted to say that for a consort he had barely even met, changing into plain clothes to offer incense was already showing respect to the deceased. There was no need to pay attention to the red cord on a jade pendant.

    But when his eyes met Jiuzhu¡¯s dark, glistening ones, he sighed and quickly untied the pendant, placing it in her hand: "You hold onto it for me."

    "Alright." Jiuzhu nodded with a smile and carefully placed the pendant into her plain white pouch.

    As Prince Chen started walking forward, he almost tripped over something. Looking down, he saw the same maid still lying on the ground.

    What was going on? If she wanted to frame him for pushing her, she didn¡¯t need to be so obvious about it.

    "Miss, are you alright?" Jiuzhu bent down and effortlessly pulled the maid up with one hand.

    The maid: "..."

    How had she just stood up so easily?

    "Are you hurt?" Jiuzhu bent down again and gently brushed the dust off the maid¡¯s skirt.

    The maid shook her head in a daze.

    "Little Pig Ming, let¡¯s go." Prince Chen stood a few steps away, his fingers behind his back subtly gesturing for Jiuzhu to follow.

    "Coming!" Jiuzhu responded to Prince Chen and then turned to the maid: "Be more careful when walking."

    With that, she jogged over to Prince Chen and walked side by side with him.

    The maid stared at their retreating figures, realizing that this wasn¡¯t a story of a domineering prince and a clever maid, but rather a domineering prince and a delicate young lady.

    She looked down at the skirt Jiuzhu had brushed clean, her cheeks slightly red. Without waiting for the eunuchs to help her, she covered her face and hurried away.

    Consort Yang¡¯s memorial hall was set up in a palace hall to the west of the imperial palace. The noblewomen who had come to pay their respects had already left, leaving only a few members of the royal family standing idly outside the hall, clearly just going through the motions.

    Jiuzhu didn¡¯t understand the intricacies of imperial funeral etiquette, so she didn¡¯t know that, according to custom, the funeral of a consort should be one rank higher than her actual status, or she should be posthumously promoted by one rank.

    However, Consort Yang¡¯s funeral had no such honors, and she wasn¡¯t even granted a posthumous title.

    The Ministry of Rites had prepared a posthumous title, but the Emperor had rejected it, stating that Consort Yang had preferred simplicity in life, so her funeral should be kept simple as well.

    This made it clear to everyone that the Emperor did not hold Consort Yang in high regard.

    The memorial hall was quiet and cold. Prince Chen leaned down and asked Jiuzhu: "Are you cold?"

    Jiuzhu shook her head. She took some incense, bowed respectfully in front of the memorial tablet, and placed the incense in the burner.

    A maid kneeling on the ground, quietly weeping, kowtowed once to her and Prince Chen.

    Prince Chen glanced at the memorial tablet placed above. In his memory, Consort Yang had been quiet and frail, rarely appearing at palace gatherings.

    The wind rustled the funeral banners. He turned around, pinched a corner of Jiuzhu¡¯s sleeve, and led her out of the memorial hall.

    "Come, I¡¯ll take you to Bright Moon Palace to change your clothes." A young girl shouldn¡¯t be dressed all in white¡ªit didn¡¯t look good.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu hesitated, "my mother is still waiting for me outside..."

    "Don¡¯t worry, Fuguai has already gone to inform Madam Ming." Prince Chen continued to lead Jiuzhu forward: "Have lunch at Bright Moon Palace, and then I¡¯ll take you back."

    "Your Highness, don¡¯t you have to go to the Ministry of Rites?" Jiuzhu asked hesitantly: "Won¡¯t this delay your official duties?"

    "Today is the memorial service for Consort Yang. All the princes and princesses in the capital will be coming to the palace to pay their respects. I¡¯ve already requested leave from the Minister of Rites, so I don¡¯t need to go today." Prince Chen looked up at the sky: "Little Pig Ming, today is not a day for discussing official matters."

    "Fifth Brother."

    "Greetings to His Highness Prince Chen, and to Miss Ming."

    Prince Chen let go of Jiuzhu¡¯s sleeve and raised an eyebrow as he looked at Prince Qi and Sun Caiyao: "Ah, Fourth Brother."

    Since the last time he had forced Prince Qi to yield to him, the two had only seen each other in court and hadn¡¯t spoken privately.

    Jiuzhu curtsied to Prince Qi, who nodded slightly in return. He glanced at their attire: "Fifth Brother, have you already paid your respects to Consort Yang?" sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    On Yun Duqing, he didn¡¯t see any bright colors, a stark contrast to his usual flamboyant style.

    "Fourth Brother, you¡¯re a bit late today." Noticing Yun Yanze glancing at Jiuzhu, Prince Chen casually pulled her behind him: "You two go ahead. I¡¯ll take Miss Ming back to Bright Moon Palace."

    Back?

    Sun Caiyao noticed the word. She looked up at Prince Chen. Taking Ming Jiuzhu to see Consort Su, and using the word "back"?

    The recent stories of the domineering prince circulating in the capital had even reached her ears. Perhaps because Prince Chen was usually so arrogant and overbearing, people were often too intimidated by him to notice his appearance.

    But today, Sun Caiyao realized that Prince Chen had an exceptionally handsome face. He had inherited the best features of both the Emperor and Consort Su, and even in plain clothes, he still radiated a dazzling presence.

    "Fifth Brother, please go ahead." Prince Qi withdrew his gaze and turned to Sun Caiyao with a gentle smile: "Miss Sun, let¡¯s go in."

    As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of clapping came from nearby. Prince Qi¡¯s expression turned serious, and he bowed his head, stepping aside.

    Jiuzhu peeked in the direction of the clapping and quickly lowered her head.

    It was the Emperor.

    Emperor Longfeng saw his two sons and stepped down from his dragon carriage.

    Before the two could bow, Emperor Longfeng waved his hand to dismiss the formalities: "Why are you standing in the wind? Aren¡¯t you cold?"

    The eunuchs behind him, quick to understand, brought over two cloaks and prepared to help the princes put them on.

    Prince Chen took one of the cloaks and draped it over Jiuzhu, then turned to Emperor Longfeng: "Father, why didn¡¯t you bring a cloak suitable for a girl? Look, it¡¯s dragging on the ground."

    Prince Qi glanced at the cloak he had just put on, then at Sun Caiyao beside him, his hand stiffening slightly as he adjusted the cloak.

    Emperor Longfeng laughed at his son¡¯s words: "These are newly delivered cloaks from the Imperial Household Department. I haven¡¯t even worn them yet, and you¡¯re already complaining."

    Jiuzhu was wrapped in the fluffy cloak, only half of her small face visible. She tugged at the cloak, looking like a little turtle struggling under its shell.

    Prince Chen couldn¡¯t help but laugh at the sight.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu heard him laughing and widened her eyes, looking at him pitifully.

    "I wasn¡¯t laughing at you, I was laughing at someone else." Prince Chen coughed awkwardly and adjusted the cloak for Jiuzhu, finally letting her whole face show.

    Jiuzhu muttered under her breath: "Your Highness, that lie wasn¡¯t very convincing."

    Even a fool could tell he was laughing at her.

    Emperor Longfeng pretended not to notice the two whispering to each other. He turned to Prince Qi: "Yanze, your wedding is approaching. It¡¯s not appropriate for you to be in mourning, so just pay your respects outside and then return."

    "Yes, Father." Prince Qi bowed respectfully.

    His wedding with Sun Caiyao was in seven days. Consort Yang¡¯s death at such a critical time seemed to cast an ominous shadow over the ceremony.

    But the wedding date had been set by the Imperial Astronomers long ago, and changing it would be inauspicious. Neither he nor the Sun family could afford to show any concern over Consort Yang¡¯s death. Fortunately, Consort Yang¡¯s rank wasn¡¯t high, and her funeral wasn¡¯t being held on a grand scale.

    His mother had said that the Emperor didn¡¯t want to hold a large funeral for Consort Yang because he was considering the upcoming wedding.

    He didn¡¯t know if his mother¡¯s words were true, but since the Emperor had mentioned the wedding now, it at least showed that he cared about the event.

    ¡°Duqing, where are you taking the young lady from the Ming family?¡± Emperor Longfeng noticed the two children whispering to each other and decided to interrupt.

    ¡°Father, I was planning to take Miss Ming to the Bright Moon Palace to change her clothes,¡± Prince Chen replied, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression suggesting he was merely casually looking after the young girl.

    ¡°It just so happens that I am heading to your mother¡¯s quarters as well. You two may accompany me,¡± Emperor Longfeng glanced at the funeral banners hanging outside the mourning hall but quickly averted his gaze, refusing to look at the hall again.

    ¡°If Your Majesty takes the palanquin, we won¡¯t be able to keep up on foot,¡± Prince Chen glanced at Jiuzhu¡¯s oversized cloak and shamelessly added, ¡°Perhaps Your Majesty could grant us the favor of allowing us to ride the palanquin as well.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯ve always been fond of taking shortcuts since you were a child,¡± Emperor Longfeng chuckled helplessly. ¡°Very well, you may both ride the palanquin.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Father.¡±

    Seeing Prince Chen express his gratitude, Jiuzhu quickly followed suit, curtsying and saying, ¡°This humble subject thanks Your Majesty.¡±

    Prince Chen reached out to steady her arm, worried she might topple over.

    Soon, strong eunuchs arrived with the palanquins. Prince Chen helped Jiuzhu into one before stepping into another.

    Emperor Longfeng watched this scene with a smile. His proud son was finally showing concern for a young lady.

    ¡°Farewell, Father,¡± Prince Qi bowed, watching the imperial procession depart before removing his cloak and handing it to a eunuch.

    ¡°Your Highness¡­¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m not cold,¡± he turned and gazed gently at Sun Caiyao. ¡°Miss Sun, after paying our respects, I will escort you back to your residence.¡±

    Sun Caiyao blushed under his tender gaze. ¡°Thank you, Your Highness.¡±

    The palanquins came to a stop at the Bright Moon Palace. Prince Chen stepped out gracefully and extended his arm to Jiuzhu. ¡°Hold onto me as we walk.¡±

    The maid standing nearby quietly stepped back, pretending not to exist.

    Jiuzhu took his arm and tiptoed to whisper in his ear, ¡°Your Highness, I¡¯m feeling a little warm.¡±

    Prince Chen glanced at Emperor Longfeng walking ahead. ¡°Bear with it for now. Once we¡¯re inside, I¡¯ll help you take it off.¡±

    Jiuzhu nodded eagerly, quickening her pace.

    Consort Su was dozing in her chambers when the trio entered. She rose with a smile, but Emperor Longfeng swiftly took her hand, preventing her from bowing.

    ¡°Why have you brought Duqing and Jiuzhu along, Your Majesty?¡±

    ¡°I ran into them on the way and thought to bring them here,¡± Emperor Longfeng replied, leading Consort Su to sit on the chaise lounge.

    Consort Su glanced at their attire and immediately understood where they had been.

    ¡°I brought Miss Ming here to enjoy a meal, Mother,¡± Prince Chen explained as he helped Jiuzhu remove her heavy cloak and handed it to a maid. ¡°And to ask if you could find her a suitable change of clothes.¡±

    Consort Su laughed. ¡°So, it¡¯s about free food and drink. If it weren¡¯t for Jiuzhu, I wouldn¡¯t have allowed you to stay. But for her sake, I¡¯ll let you have a meal.¡±

    Jiuzhu giggled behind her hand, though she kept her distance from Consort Su, mindful of her plain mourning attire.

    ¡°Xiangjuan, take Jiuzhu to freshen up and change,¡± Consort Su stood and took Jiuzhu¡¯s hand. ¡°We don¡¯t stand on ceremony here. You may act as you always do.¡±

    She then turned to Prince Chen. ¡°You go and change as well.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Your Grace. I shall take my leave now,¡± Jiuzhu caught a whiff of Consort Su¡¯s delicate fragrance and smiled sweetly at her.

    Consort Su couldn¡¯t resist pinching her cheek. Such an endearing young lady.

    Xiangjuan led Jiuzhu into the inner chamber and presented her with a brand-new outfit. ¡°Miss Ming, this dress was made for you by the Imperial Workshop under Her Grace¡¯s orders. Please try it on and see if it fits.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Auntie,¡± Jiuzhu changed into the new clothes. A maid brought water for her to wash, and Xiangjuan removed her silver hairpin, redoing her hair. ¡°You look truly lovely, Miss.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s the beautiful dress Her Grace prepared for me,¡± Jiuzhu smiled at her reflection in the mirror.

    ¡°Beautiful clothes suit a beautiful lady perfectly,¡± Xiangjuan set down the comb. ¡°Is there anything else that needs adjusting, Miss?¡±

    ¡°Your hands are very skilled, Auntie,¡± Jiuzhu tilted her head slightly, causing the hair ornament to sway gently.

    ¡°Auntie, how is the maid who fainted the other day?¡± Jiuzhu recalled the incident a few days prior.

    Xiangjuan paused for a moment before replying with a smile, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Miss. She¡¯s out of danger.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s a relief,¡± Jiuzhu sighed. Seeing the pool of blood beneath the maid, she had feared the worst.

    ¡°You¡¯re very kind-hearted, Miss. Thanks to you sending for medicine from the Imperial Hospital, she woke up the very next day,¡± Xiangjuan said. Though she and Bai Shao served different mistresses and were not on good terms, she never imagined Bai Shao, the head maid of Lanxu Palace, would be so severely injured.

    In the palace, if a servant was injured and dared not speak of it, there was only one explanation¡ªtheir own master was the culprit.

    Xiangjuan kept these dark secrets from the innocent Miss Ming, not wanting to frighten her.

    Prince Chen, having changed his clothes, stepped out just as Jiuzhu emerged from the opposite room. He nodded approvingly at her aqua-blue dress. This was much better¡ªyoung ladies should wear such colors.

    ¡°Your Highness,¡± Jiuzhu beamed upon seeing him.

    Prince Chen struggled to resist but ultimately gave in, stepping forward to pinch the adorable little bun atop her head.

    ¡°Your Highness, Auntie Xiangjuan specially styled this for me,¡± Jiuzhu was quite pleased with her new hairdo. Though she winced slightly at his touch, she didn¡¯t pull away.

    ¡°Xiangjuan¡¯s skills have improved,¡± Prince Chen remarked, noticing Jiuzhu¡¯s pained expression and withdrawing his hand.

    ¡°You flatter me, Your Highness,¡± Xiangjuan smiled. ¡°Miss Ming is naturally beautiful. Any hairstyle would suit her.¡±

    At this, Prince Chen took a step back, scrutinizing Jiuzhu thoughtfully. Indeed, she was quite striking.

    Jiuzhu looked at him in confusion. Why was he staring at her so strangely?

    ¡°Hmm, not bad,¡± he said.

    Just then, he noticed a few maids in the corner sneaking glances at him. When caught, they quickly looked away.

    What was going on with the maids today? They were all acting so oddly.

    ¡°Xiangjuan,¡± Prince Chen asked, ¡°Have there been any strange rumors about me circulating in the palace lately?¡±

    Xiangjuan stifled a laugh. ¡°There are a few odd rumors, but they didn¡¯t originate in the palace. They came from outside.¡±

    Prince Chen frowned. ¡°From outside?¡±

    Xiangjuan nodded, barely containing her amusement. ¡°If Your Highness is curious, you might want to visit a teahouse in the city. You¡¯ll find out soon enough.¡±

    ¡°Do you know anything about this?¡± Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu.

    Jiuzhu stared at her shoes, her expression suggesting she might know something¡ªperhaps something that involved her.

    ¡°Little Pig Ming?¡± Prince Chen narrowed his eyes.

    ¡°Your Highness, I know nothing,¡± Jiuzhu shook her head vigorously. ¡°I haven¡¯t heard a thing.¡±

    ¡°Really?¡± Prince Chen looked at her guilty face and nearly laughed. She might as well have written ¡°I¡¯m lying¡± across her forehead.

    Jiuzhu shook her head even more emphatically.

    Oh no, she had just lied to the kind and gentle Prince Chen.

    She was a sinner!!

 Chapter 28

    The streets were bustling with people. Prince Chen looked at the lively teahouse and stepped inside. After walking a few steps, he turned back and noticed Jiuzhu standing outside, not following him. "What''s wrong?" he asked.

    Jiuzhu shook her head. "Nothing."

    She slowly shuffled her feet, dragging herself reluctantly behind Prince Chen.

    Prince Chen glanced at her with a teasing smile, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her upstairs.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu obediently walked beside him, whispering, "There are many female guests upstairs..."

    "It''s fine. I don''t mind these things." As they ascended, Prince Chen heard the cheers of some women. He lifted the bead curtain and saw a room filled with female guests, with only a few scattered men sitting among them, looking utterly miserable.

    Zhou Shucheng was one of them. He glanced at his spirited younger sister and let out a long sigh. When he turned his head, he was startled. Why was Prince Chen here?

    He bent down, trying to hide behind other guests. "Sister, let''s go," he urged.

    "Wait a little longer," Zhou Xiao remained unmoved. "The part where the domineering prince rescues the beauty from bandits is coming up!"

    "Watch as the domineering prince, holding a nine-foot spear, charges into the bandit''s lair on horseback. In an instant, dust and stones fly, and the sun and moon lose their light!"

    The cheers of the women in the audience rose, and Zhou Shucheng silently covered his face, not daring to look at Prince Chen''s expression.

    "The bandits, awed by the prince''s heroic demeanor, knelt on the ground, begging for mercy like drowned dogs."

    When the domineering prince rescued the weak woman from the woodshed and disappeared into the night under the moonlight, the female guests were so excited that they began to shower the storyteller with rewards.

    Watching these enthusiastic women, Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu, pulled her to an empty table at the back, and sat down. The attendant quickly ordered the waiter to bring fruits and pastries.

    "Here, eat while listening," Prince Chen pushed the pastries toward Jiuzhu, teasing her. "No prince would go alone to fight bandits unless his head was full of paste."

    Jiuzhu''s hand, holding a pastry, trembled slightly, and she quietly withdrew it.

    "Why aren''t you eating?" Prince Chen noticed her pulling her hand back and switched the plate for another. "Don''t like it?"

    "Another story, another story!"

    A wealthy female guest threw a gold coin onto the stage. The storyteller glanced at the shiny gold, took a few gulps of tea, and said, "Since you all are so enthusiastic, I''ll continue with the story of the domineering prince returning to the capital after defeating the bandits and receiving the emperor''s praise."

    The story grew more exciting, and a female guest in the audience whispered, "I wonder what the real Prince Chen looks like. It''s a pity that nobles are hard to approach, or I would definitely take a good look."

    Hearing this, Prince Chen, the so-called "domineering prince" with a questionable mind in the story, wondered what this had to do with him.

    "Your Highness, I also think these stories are rather dull," Jiuzhu tugged at Prince Chen''s sleeve. "Shall we go back?"

    "Wait a moment," Prince Chen split a pear with his bare hands, giving half to Jiuzhu. Remembering the bad omen of sharing a pear, he shoved the other half into her hands as well. He sneered, "I want to hear how absurd this domineering prince''s story gets."

    Jiuzhu took a bite of the pear in her left hand, then another from the right, her mouth stuffed full. She secretly observed Prince Chen''s expression, wondering what she should do if he got angry.

    "The domineering prince, holding the gold hairpin bestowed by the emperor, rode swiftly to the young lady''s residence. Her father had promised that if he succeeded in defeating the bandits, he would give his daughter''s hand in marriage."

    "Hmph," Prince Chen scoffed. Which court official would dare treat a prince with such an attitude?

    How could such a nonsensical story be so popular?

    "Do you think Prince Chen ever gave his fianc¨¦e a gold hairpin?"

    "He did, he did. I heard about it. Not long ago, Prince Chen bought a lot of gold and silver jewelry at Miao Jin Lou and had it sent to Minister Ming''s residence."

    "Really?"

    "Of course, it''s true. My aunt works at Miao Jin Lou, and she usually serves female guests. She told us that Prince Chen was very generous and bought a whole pile of jewelry for his fianc¨¦e."

    Hearing the women''s hushed conversation, Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu, who was silently nibbling on her pear with her head down.

    As the story ended, the guests began to leave the teahouse one after another. Prince Chen sat on the wooden chair, arms crossed, glancing at the storyteller who was bending over to collect the rewards. He then reached into his sleeve and pulled out a handkerchief.

    "Your student pays respects to Your Highness," Zhou Shucheng, no longer able to hide, reluctantly stepped forward to greet Prince Chen.

    Handing the handkerchief to Jiuzhu, Prince Chen glanced at Zhou Shucheng, noticing his Imperial Academy uniform. He frowned slightly. Even a serious-looking scholar like him enjoyed such nonsensical stories?

    "I accompanied my younger sister to the teahouse to listen to the storytelling today. I didn''t expect to run into Your Highness," Zhou Shucheng tried to distance himself from the situation, unsure of how Prince Chen viewed him. "Your Highness, are you here to listen to the stories as well?"

    Prince Chen retorted, "Do I look like someone who enjoys such stories?"

    Zhou Shucheng fell silent.

    Whether you do or not, you''re here, aren''t you?

    "Miss Ming," Zhou Xiao, having finished packing her things, turned and saw Jiuzhu and Prince Chen. Her expression changed slightly. After paying her respects to Prince Chen, she whispered to Jiuzhu, "When did you arrive?"

    More importantly, had Prince Chen heard the storyteller''s tale?

    Jiuzhu, clutching Prince Chen''s handkerchief, whispered, "We arrived when the storyteller was talking about the prince... I mean, when the prince was slaying the bandit leader."

    Zhou Xiao gave Jiuzhu a meaningful look. Why not take the opportunity to leave before Prince Chen reacts?

    Jiuzhu perked up. "Your Highness, the story is over. Shall we..."

    "Miss, it''s you!" The storyteller, holding a pouch full of rewards, walked toward Jiuzhu with a smile. "I haven''t seen you in days. I haven''t had the chance to thank you properly."

    Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu, who was quietly edging toward the door, and grabbed her, pulling her back.

    "Thanks to your advice last time, ever since I started telling stories about the wicked prince, the rewards from the guests have increased. Now, storytellers from all over are following my lead," the storyteller bowed to Jiuzhu. "Thank you for showing me a way to make a living."

    Jiuzhu replied weakly, "I only suggested you tell more stories about him. I didn''t come up with the content."

    "Miss, you are too kind. You''ve shown us struggling folks a way to earn money without taking any credit," the storyteller was immensely grateful. "If there''s any story you''d like to hear next time, just let me know. I''ll tailor it to your preferences."

    "No, no need," Jiuzhu dared not look at Prince Chen''s expression. "You go ahead. I have some matters to attend to."

    The storyteller glanced at the handsome man beside Jiuzhu and gave a knowing smile. "I won''t disturb you any further, Miss. Please feel free to stay. Farewell."

    The storyteller tactfully left, while Zhou Xiao looked at Jiuzhu with concern. Zhou Shucheng, not daring to disturb Prince Chen, forcibly pulled his sister away.

    "Block the entrance. Don''t let anyone else in," Prince Chen ordered, signaling his guards to stand watch outside. The attendants exchanged glances, then bowed and retreated behind the bead curtain. sea??h th§× N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Knock, knock, knock.

    Prince Chen gently tapped the table with his finger, looking at Jiuzhu, who dared not even breathe loudly. "Come, sit and talk."

    "Your Highness, I didn¡¯t mean to. I didn¡¯t expect things to turn out this way." Her watery eyes blinked at Prince Chen. "Please don¡¯t be mad at me, okay?"

    Seeing her pitiful expression, Prince Chen couldn¡¯t help but laugh instead of getting angry. "First, tell me what happened."

    "It all started on a sunny morning..."

    Prince Chen reached out and lightly poked her bun. "Get to the point."

    "I went to the teahouse to listen to storytelling and noticed that the female storyteller was hinting at a tale of a good prince and an evil prince. So, I stopped her from continuing." Thinking of the money she had spent that day, Jiuzhu¡¯s heart ached slightly. "To get her to change the story, I spent two months¡¯ worth of my allowance. Two whole months!"

    "How much is your monthly allowance?" Prince Chen was curious, seeing how distressed she was.

    Jiuzhu held up two fingers.

    "Two hundred taels?" Prince Chen clicked his tongue. It was said that Ming Jingzhou was an honest official, and it seemed to be true.

    Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes widened. "How could it be that much? It¡¯s twenty taels."

    Twenty taels was already a lot. Back at the Taoist temple, she and her masters wouldn¡¯t spend that much in a whole year.

    Twenty taels?

    Prince Chen looked at Jiuzhu with pity. What kind of hard life was this girl living?

    No wonder she had only offered a small piece of silver as funeral expenses for his general back then¡ªshe was simply too poor.

    "In the story, the good prince was perfect, while the evil prince was portrayed so poorly. Clearly, someone was trying to slander Your Highness." Jiuzhu whispered softly, "Your Highness is so kind. Why should you let bad people tarnish your reputation?"

    "So you spent all your money to change the story?" Prince Chen looked at the girl with her hair in buns, feeling a strange emotion in his heart. He just wanted to poke her soft cheeks again.

    "Although it hurt a little, as long as no one speaks ill of Your Highness, it was worth it." At this point, Jiuzhu guiltily lowered her head. "I just didn¡¯t expect the story to become more and more outrageous..."

    Faced with such a pitiful face, who could bear to scold her?

    Was this Jiuzhu¡¯s fault?

    It was clearly the storytellers¡¯ fault. What bad intentions could Jiuzhu have? She just wanted to protect him.

    "It¡¯s just a story. A domineering prince is just a domineering prince. It¡¯s not like they mentioned my name." Prince Chen raised an eyebrow. "Next time something like this happens, don¡¯t spend your money. Just use my name, and see who dares to ignore you."

    Jiuzhu shook her head. "Your Highness, that wouldn¡¯t be right. The storytellers are just trying to make a living. If I used your name, they¡¯d be terrified, living in constant fear for the rest of their lives."

    Prince Chen stood up. "Let¡¯s go."

    "Where to?"

    "I¡¯ll take you home."

    The carriage stopped in front of the Ming residence. Jiuzhu stepped out and looked up at Prince Chen, who was still on horseback, smiling brightly.

    "What are you smiling about?"

    "I was just thinking how lucky I am to have met Your Highness." Her eyes were clear and bright, reflecting Prince Chen¡¯s image.

    "Your Highness is not only gentle and kind but also magnanimous." Jiuzhu tilted her head. "Your Highness must be a deity who descended to the mortal world, right?"

    Because of her, so many ridiculous stories about a domineering prince had spread throughout the capital, yet Prince Chen had never blamed her. If he weren¡¯t a deity, how could he be so gentle?

    Prince Chen looked at the serious girl, his ears turning red instantly.

    Do girls from Lingzhou all talk so... sweetly?

    I¡¯m strong and heroic. What does that have to do with being gentle and kind...

    "Young girls don¡¯t understand anything." He rubbed his slightly warm ears. "Go home early, so your parents don¡¯t worry."

    "Mm." Jiuzhu nodded and turned to leave.

    "Wait." Prince Chen took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed them to Jiuzhu. "Take these."

    Jiuzhu looked at him in confusion. "Your Highness?"

    "From now on, if there¡¯s any story you want to hear or change, just do it." He stuffed the banknotes into Jiuzhu¡¯s hand, then awkwardly looked up at the sky. "Spend it however you like. I have money."

    So what if there were some outrageous stories about a domineering prince? If the girl liked listening to them, let her.

    He was a grown man. There was no need to argue with a young girl.

    Jiuzhu glanced at the amount on the top banknote and gasped.

    Five hundred taels?!

    She had never seen such a large amount of money before!

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu quickly pushed the money back into Prince Chen¡¯s hand. "This is too much. I wouldn¡¯t be able to sleep if I carried this around."

    If she lost it or it was stolen, she would cry for three days and nights.

    "Such small ambitions." Prince Chen sighed helplessly, dismounted, and rummaged through his pockets. He found a twenty-tael banknote and a few pieces of loose silver, which he handed to Jiuzhu. "At least take this."

    Seeing Jiuzhu still hesitating, he put on a stern face. "If you don¡¯t take it, I¡¯ll be angry."

    "Your Highness?" Ming Jingzhou had noticed a carriage parked in front of his residence from afar. As he approached, he realized it was his daughter and Prince Chen.

    Upon closer inspection, he saw that Prince Chen was trying to give his daughter a twenty-tael banknote and a few pieces of silver totaling less than five taels.

    He gave Prince Chen a subtle look, his feelings complicated.

    The Emperor doted on Prince Chen and often sent gifts to his residence, making him one of the wealthiest princes.

    Who would have thought that such a wealthy prince could be so stingy with a girl?

    Prince Chen noticed Ming Jingzhou¡¯s gaze. "..."

    In his twenty-one years of life, this was the first time he had been suspected of being miserly, and by his future father-in-law, no less.

    "Father." Jiuzhu was delighted to see Ming Jingzhou. "You¡¯re back from work?"

    "Yes." Ming Jingzhou bowed to Prince Chen. "Your Highness, I apologize for not welcoming you properly. Please come in for a cup of tea."

    "No need." Prince Chen kept a straight face and stuffed the banknote and silver into Jiuzhu¡¯s hand. "I have matters to attend to at the palace. I won¡¯t disturb you, Minister Ming."

    "Farewell, Your Highness." Ming Jingzhou smiled politely.

    "Your Highness, wait." Jiuzhu, afraid that refusing the money would truly upset him, reluctantly accepted it. She took out a jade pendant from her pouch. "Your jade pendant..."

    "Keep it." Prince Chen mounted his horse and said to Jiuzhu, "It¡¯s been blessed by a master. Just hang it somewhere."

    With this jade pendant, Ming Jingzhou probably wouldn¡¯t suspect him of being stingy with women anymore, right?

    Jiuzhu watched as Prince Chen rode away with his guards. Turning back, she saw her father smiling in the direction where Prince Chen had left. "Father?"

    "Nothing. Let¡¯s go home." Ming Jingzhou smiled, glancing at the jade pendant in Jiuzhu¡¯s hand. He clasped his hands behind his back and leisurely walked through the gate.

    In Taiyang Palace, Emperor Longfeng had just put down his brush when Liu Zhongbao entered.

    "Your Majesty, Prince Chen requests an audience."

    "Let him in." Emperor Longfeng glanced at the sky outside and took a few steps forward.

    "Your son greets His Majesty." Prince Chen entered the hall and bowed deeply.

    Such a formal bow meant he had something to ask for. Emperor Longfeng asked, "What trouble have you caused this time?"

    Did he infuriate the civil officials or get into a dispute with the military generals?

    "Father, your son has been diligently studying at the Ministry of Rites recently. When have I caused any trouble?" Prince Chen said confidently. "I just escorted Miss Ming home earlier, and something happened that made me reflect. I wanted to come and discuss it with you."

    "Oh?" Emperor Longfeng raised an eyebrow.

    "Minister Ming is incorruptible and wholeheartedly devoted to the people. He is also frugal in his daily expenses," Prince Chen said with admiration. "Such conduct is truly admirable."

    Emperor Longfeng patiently waited for him to continue.

    "However, Miss Ming is a delicate young lady. She needs cosmetics, jewelry, and other necessities, which all cost money. It¡¯s not appropriate for her to be short on funds," Prince Chen looked at Emperor Longfeng. "After all, she is your future daughter-in-law. If she can¡¯t even afford a few taels of silver, it would reflect poorly on our royal family, wouldn¡¯t it?"

    "I recall that you have plenty of silver yourself¡­"

    "Father, that¡¯s not appropriate. Miss Ming and I are not yet married. Even if I gave her silver notes, she wouldn¡¯t be willing to spend them," Prince Chen coughed lightly. "What I mean is, you could find a reason to reward the Ming family with some gold and silver. If it comes from you, it would be a legitimate gesture, and no one could criticize it."

    "It seems my son is quite fond of Miss Ming."

    "Your son merely doesn¡¯t want our future princess consort to embarrass the royal family," Prince Chen¡¯s ears turned crimson. "You¡¯ve misunderstood, Father."

    "Fine," Emperor Longfeng sighed. "Originally, I planned to grant her a noble title in recognition of your regard for her. But since you claim to have no deep feelings for her, I¡¯ll let the matter drop. Tomorrow, I will summon Ming Jingzhou to the palace and reward him with a hundred taels of gold, so he has enough funds to prepare for his daughter¡¯s dowry."

    A noble title for Ming Jiuzhu?

    Prince Chen quickly interjected, "Father, Mother is very fond of Miss Ming. She will marry me sooner or later, so granting her a noble title would be appropriate."

    With a noble title, Ming Jiuzhu would receive a monthly stipend, and she wouldn¡¯t have to worry about a few dozen taels of silver before marrying him.

    Just mentioning the word "marriage" sent a tingling sensation through his heart, both sweet and ticklish.

    "A noble title is not something to be granted lightly," Emperor Longfeng shook his head. "I¡¯ll think about it further."

    "It¡¯s just a minor title. Among the distant branches of the Yun family, there are many women who have been granted the titles of princess or lady," Prince Chen thought for a moment, then took the tea from Liu Zhongbao¡¯s hands and respectfully handed it to Emperor Longfeng. "How about you grant Miss Ming the title of lady? It¡¯s both modest and respectable."

    Seeing his son bowing and scraping, Emperor Longfeng pretended to hesitate. "Very well, since your mother is fond of Miss Ming, I will grant her the title of lady."

    "Thank you, Father. You are wise, benevolent, and love your people like your own children," Prince Chen flattered him, then walked over to the imperial desk. "Shall I grind the ink for you now?"

 Chapter 29

    Prince Chen ground the ink a few more times, then turned to see Emperor Longfeng standing still. "Father, a gentleman''s word is as good as his bond. If you write the imperial edict today, I can take it to the Ministry of Rites tomorrow to have it copied and archived. That way, the matter will be settled."

    Emperor Longfeng motioned to Liu Zhongbao with a slight nod of his chin.

    Liu Zhongbao retrieved a brocade box from the bookshelf and placed it on the imperial desk with a smile. "Your Highness, would you like to see what''s inside?"

    Prince Chen set down the inkstick, and a palace attendant helped him wash his hands. After drying them, he opened the brocade box. Inside was an imperial edict. Prince Chen glanced at Emperor Longfeng.

    "Duqing, open the edict and take a look," Emperor Longfeng said as he sat down on the dragon-carved wooden chair. "It contains what you desire."

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    Prince Chen took out the edict and unrolled it. It was a decree conferring the title of County Princess upon the daughter of Vice Minister Ming, though it lacked the imperial seal.

    "That day, I wrote two edicts," Emperor Longfeng explained. "One promoted Ming Jingzhou to the rank of earl, and the other conferred the title of County Princess upon the Ming family''s daughter." He picked up the imperial seal and stamped the edict with a bright red mark. "If you behave and go to the Ministry of Rites, I''ll grant this honor to your future father-in-law. If you refuse, this honor will go to your future wife instead."

    The future husband had been spoiled by his father, so it was only fair to offer some compensation.

    "Ming Jingzhou is a clear-headed and sensible man. Having such a father-in-law will be good for you," Emperor Longfeng said, handing the sealed edict back to his son. "Alright, take this to the Ministry of Rites tomorrow to have it recorded in the official registry. Then, have Li Shang personally deliver the decree."

    "Father," Prince Chen said, holding the edict, "so you had already prepared this edict?"

    All that effort he had just put in¡ªwhat was it for?

    "What, do you not want this edict?" Emperor Longfeng reached out as if to take it back. "Actually, it might be better not to confer a title on the Ming family''s daughter. There are bound to be objections in the court, and this way, we can avoid unnecessary disputes."

    In truth, if Prince Chen hadn''t brought it up, he wouldn''t have planned to issue this decree at all.

    "It''s just the title of a County Princess, not a princess or a duchess. What disputes could there possibly be?" Prince Chen tucked the edict into his robe, afraid that Emperor Longfeng might change his mind. He bowed respectfully. "Father, the palace gates will soon be locked. I shall take my leave."

    "It''s fine. You can stay in the side chamber," Emperor Longfeng said, glancing at the ink splattered outside the inkstone. This wasn''t helping to grind ink¡ªit was pure destruction.

    "Thank you for your kindness, Father, but I''d rather return to my residence. I don''t want the civil officials gossiping again," Prince Chen said, patting the edict in his robe. "I bid you farewell."

    Watching his son hurry away with the edict, Emperor Longfeng dipped his brush into the ink and wrote a few characters on a piece of paper. "Liu Zhongbao, how many days are left until Prince Qi''s wedding to the Sun family''s daughter?"

    "Your Majesty, there are six days left," Liu Zhongbao replied.

    Emperor Longfeng finished writing a page, examined it for a moment, then set down his brush. "It was a good thing we didn''t arrange a betrothal between my son and the Sun family''s daughter."

    "The wedding auspicious time remains unchanged," he added after a moment''s thought. "Send two bolts of tribute silk to the Lanxu Palace."

    "Your Majesty is so biased!" Consort Ning pushed the two bolts of tribute silk to the ground, her eyes red with anger.

    With Consort Yang''s recent passing, she had worried that it might bring bad luck to Yanze''s wedding. However, the Imperial Astronomical Bureau insisted that the auspicious time had already been set, and all preparations for the wedding were complete, so it couldn''t be changed.

    What did sending these two bolts of silk mean? Was she being treated like a stray cat or dog?

    "Your Ladyship," Bai Shao bent down to pick up the tribute silk. "Please don''t let anger harm your health."

    Consort Ning ignored her. Since Bai Shao''s recent failure, she had lost favor in Consort Ning''s eyes.

    "Your Ladyship," a eunuch hurried in. "Today, the Ministry of Rites delivered an imperial edict to Vice Minister Ming''s residence."

    "What was the decree?"

    "It conferred the title of County Princess upon Vice Minister Ming''s daughter."

    "Didn''t His Majesty just grant Ming Jingzhou the title of earl?" Consort Ning pressed. "Are you sure this news is accurate?"

    "It''s already spreading everywhere," the eunuch said cautiously, seeing Consort Ning''s displeasure. "People are saying that Vice Minister Ming is highly favored by His Majesty and has a... bright future ahead."

    "The Ming family has three brothers, all holding important positions in the court. How much brighter can their future be?" Consort Ning sneered. "His Majesty is clearly showing favor to Prince Chen."

    The Ming family had three sons, so why were all the benefits going to Ming Jingzhou''s family?

    It was simply because they had a daughter about to marry into Prince Chen''s household. That was why His Majesty kept showering Ming Jingzhou''s family with honors.

    The Ming family was merely connected to Prince Chen, yet they received such blatant favor from His Majesty. Meanwhile, her Yanze, about to marry the Sun family''s daughter, hadn''t received a single honor.

    In terms of nobility, family background, and reputation, what did the Sun family lack compared to the Ming family?

    In the end, it was all about favoritism.

    She gritted her teeth and sneered, "Ming Jingzhou''s daughter is just like that Su woman¡ªa scheming, venomous little wretch who clings to power."

    Bai Shao, standing with her head bowed, glanced up slightly.

    "Hong Mei," Consort Ning called for another trusted maid. "The Ming family has raised such a fine daughter, bringing them endless favor from His Majesty. There must be some rumors circulating outside, right?"

    "Your Ladyship is absolutely right," Hong Mei said, pleased to have gained Consort Ning''s favor. She shot a smug look at Bai Shao before responding, "People must be saying that raising a daughter is better than raising a son. Who wouldn''t envy the Ming family for such an honor?"

    Consort Ning nodded in satisfaction. "Let''s see how the noble Ming family reacts to all this envy¡ªwhether they''ll be grateful to Prince Chen or keep their distance."

    Ming Jiuzhu herself wasn''t important. What mattered were the three Ming brothers.

    She would never allow the three Ming brothers to become Prince Chen''s allies. How could a bastard born to a merchant woman compare to her Yanze?

    Ming Jiuzhu had returned to the capital less than half a year ago, and the Ming family had already received three imperial edicts. If it weren''t for her brother mentioning that edicts weren''t issued lightly, she might have thought they were handed out like candy.

    She looked at the edict conferring her the title of County Princess, feeling somewhat bewildered.

    When had she ever copied sutras for the late Empress Dowager or worked hard for Consort Su?

    Was this all fabricated?

    "What did His Majesty and Consort Su say to you when you offered incense for Consort Yang?" Even Lady Shen felt that His Majesty had been overly generous to their family.

    It was well known that His Majesty was stingy when it came to granting titles, yet within a month or two, he had bestowed two titles upon their family.

    "Nothing particularly special," Ming Jiuzhu shook her head. "His Majesty and Consort Su were very kind to me, but they never mentioned anything about titles."

    "Yesterday, when Prince Chen escorted you back, why did he bring out money?" Ming Jingzhou asked. "The edict conferring Jiuzhu''s title was brought by Prince Chen early this morning."

    According to a minor official from the Ministry of Rites, Prince Chen had arrived with the edict as soon as the ministry''s gates opened. He had urged the officials to record it in the registry, and once the seals of the ministry and the relevant officials were affixed, he had pressed Li Shang to bring the ceremonial procession to the Ming residence to announce the decree.

    Ming Jiuzhu thought of the popular "overbearing prince" stories circulating in the capital and guiltily lowered her head. "Was the money issue my fault?"

    Ming Jingzhou and Lady Shen looked at Jiuzhu in surprise. Their daughter was well-behaved and adorable, and she didn¡¯t spend money recklessly. How could she possibly be involved in any financial troubles?

    "Father, Mother, have you ever heard the story of the domineering prince?"

    Ming Jingzhou frowned. What kind of story was this about a domineering prince?

    In the entire court, the only prince known for his domineering behavior was Prince Chen. No one else came close.

    "I¡¯ve heard a little about it," Lady Shen nodded. "They¡¯re just stories made up by storytellers. Because of people¡¯s wild speculations, many have mistakenly assumed that the prince in those stories is Prince Chen."

    "What kind of story is it?" Ming Jingzhou, having been an official for many years, was highly sensitive to such manipulative tactics. "Does the domineering prince in the story kill people or set fires?"

    "Not at all," Lady Shen shook her head with a smile. "The story is quite absurd and fantastical, but it¡¯s all about good deeds. Because of these stories, Prince Chen¡¯s image has improved significantly among the ladies."

    Ming Jingzhou was astonished. When had Consort Su and Prince Chen started using such subtle methods?

    "This matter has something to do with our daughter," Jiuzhu lowered her head and explained the whole situation.

    After hearing his daughter¡¯s words, Ming Jingzhou was at a loss for words for a long time.

    By sheer coincidence, Jiuzhu had helped Prince Chen thwart a conspiracy against him, which was a good thing. However, because of these stories, Prince Chen had become a popular topic of conversation during people¡¯s leisure time. Given Prince Chen¡¯s temperament, he probably wouldn¡¯t tolerate storytellers fabricating tales about him like this.

    "Did Prince Chen really not get angry with you over this?" Lady Shen had once witnessed Prince Chen, at the age of seventeen, publicly humiliate Princess Roude, who was already married, during a palace banquet, leaving her with no dignity.

    After being publicly embarrassed by Prince Chen, Princess Roude had avoided public appearances for a long time. From then on, she would steer clear of any event where Prince Chen was present.

    If he could treat his own sister like that, how much tolerance could he possibly have for their daughter?

    "His Highness was gentle and considerate. He didn¡¯t get angry over this matter," Jiuzhu shook her head. "Not only that, when he heard that I had spent all my money on listening to storytellers, he even offered to give me some silver."

    Ming Jingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly. Was it just those stingy twenty or thirty taels of silver?

    "It was a thick stack of banknotes," Jiuzhu gestured to show the thickness, her face full of astonishment. "And they were all five-hundred-tael denominations. I didn¡¯t dare carry them around."

    Realizing that he had misunderstood Prince Chen, Ming Jingzhou snorted inwardly. So, he was trying to win over his daughter with money. No wonder Lady Shen always said that men were no good.

    Prince Chen was a man, so naturally, he wasn¡¯t any good either.

    No father-in-law could ever look at his son-in-law favorably, even if he was a high-ranking prince.

    Just as he was about to bring up Prince Chen¡¯s past extravagant behavior, his gaze fell on the imperial decree in Jiuzhu¡¯s hands.

    Since the decree had been taken to the Ministry of Rites by Prince Chen, it was possible that Prince Chen had requested it himself.

    If Jiuzhu didn¡¯t want Prince Chen¡¯s money, he went to the Emperor to secure a noble title for her? According to the Great Cheng Dynasty Rites, although a noble title didn¡¯t come with a fief, it did grant a fixed monthly stipend, silk, and provisions like rice and oil.

    Could it be¡­ that Prince Chen was finding another way to give Jiuzhu money to spend?

    Which prince would go through such lengths just to give his fianc¨¦e spending money? Only the eccentric Prince Chen would do something like this. And yet, the Emperor had granted his request. What kind of favor was this?

    Any prince with a bit of sense would never go out of his way to seek benefits for his in-laws. Not only would it invite gossip, but it could also arouse the Emperor¡¯s suspicion.

    "Prince Chen¡¯s actions are truly¡­" Ming Jingzhou wanted to say "reckless," but when he looked up and saw his daughter¡¯s eager eyes fixed on him, he sighed and said, "free-spirited."

    Prince Chen was the one putting in the effort, while the Ming family reaped the benefits. What could he say?

    "Since Prince Chen went out of his way to secure this imperial favor for you, I¡¯ll go and thank him tomorrow."

    "Father, is this decree really something His Highness specifically requested for me?" Jiuzhu hugged the decree, her face filled with joy.

    Ming Jingzhou nodded slowly. "Since Prince Chen personally took this decree to the Ministry of Rites without involving anyone else, it¡¯s safe to assume that he requested it."

    "That¡¯s good, that¡¯s good," Lady Shen murmured as she gently patted her daughter¡¯s head. "Prince Chen¡¯s intentions are kind. Just keep them in your heart. Jiuzhu, if you hear any unpleasant rumors outside, don¡¯t take them to heart, and don¡¯t let them affect your feelings for others."

    Jiuzhu nodded blankly, feeling a bit confused. Unpleasant rumors?

    Seeing her daughter¡¯s innocent expression, Lady Shen smiled. "Just remember, don¡¯t let the words of unimportant people hurt the feelings of those who truly care for you."

    "Mm," Jiuzhu nodded, her eyes bright. "I won¡¯t pay attention to what others say."

    Her teachers often said that those who cultivate the Dao should not let external things destroy their inner peace. Cultivating one¡¯s body, mind, and virtue was the true path of cultivation.

    "Good," Lady Shen smiled. "Being burdened by external things will only make you unhappy. It¡¯s good that you¡¯re like this."

    "My teachers also say that I have a good temperament," Jiuzhu tightly clutched the decree, her smile full of contentment and joy.

    "Miss, the food boxes and carriage are ready. Shall we head to the Ministry of Rites now?"

    "Let¡¯s go now," Jiuzhu picked up two large food boxes, one in each hand. "It¡¯s cold outside, and even with the charcoal to keep the food warm, it¡¯ll cool down quickly."

    Chunfen followed behind her, helping her fasten her cloak. "Miss, please walk slowly."

    Recently, officials at the Ministry of Rites had rarely had their families send food boxes. Ever since Prince Chen had started working there, the meals in the official canteen had improved significantly. Besides, if even the usually extravagant Prince Chen was eating in the canteen, how could they be more fastidious than him?

    At noon, it was time for everyone to take a break and have lunch. Prince Chen tossed aside his brush and lazily leaned back in his chair.

    Some officials dared to peek through the window and were surprised to see Prince Chen copying the imperial decree archives. These archives were usually stored in the Hanlin Academy, but Vice Minister Ming had borrowed them a few days ago. They hadn¡¯t understood his intentions at the time, but now it seemed clear.

    From memorizing the list of top scholars and their essays to copying tax records from the Ministry of Revenue, and now copying imperial decree archives¡ªnone of these tasks were useful or meaningful. Who would have thought that Vice Minister Ming, who usually seemed gentle and easygoing, could be so subtly torturous? On the surface, he was teaching Prince Chen, but in reality, he wasn¡¯t teaching him anything at all.

    "Your Highness," a eunuch attendant stepped forward to massage Prince Chen¡¯s shoulders. "Your appetite has been a bit poor these past few days. Shall I go to a restaurant and buy some delicacies for you?"

    "No need," Prince Chen stood up weakly. "I¡¯ll have lunch with Vice Minister Ming in the canteen."

    He had told Jiuzhu that the Ministry of Rites couldn¡¯t function without him, so he couldn¡¯t let Ming Jingzhou undermine his words.

    "Your Highness," another eunuch attendant hurried into the room. "Miss Ming is waiting for you outside the office."

    Prince Chen stood up, grabbed his cloak, and draped it over his shoulders, chuckling softly. "At least the little girl has some conscience."

    He had gone all out to secure that imperial favor for her, even resorting to flattery and ingratiating himself with the Emperor. If she didn¡¯t come to see him, it would be downright ungrateful.

    "Your Highness!" Jiuzhu exclaimed as soon as she saw Prince Chen emerge, rushing over to him.

    "What does Your Highness need?" Prince Chen asked, his hands clasped behind his back, deliberately avoiding any mention of the County Princess title he had secured for Ming Jiuzhu.

    A true man never boasts about the small favors he does for a woman.

    "I¡¯ve come to bring Your Highness some food," Ming Jiuzhu said, holding out a food box to Prince Chen. "You¡¯ve been working so hard for the Ministry of Rites. You must take care of yourself and eat well."

    The officials who had just stepped out of the Ministry of Rites: "..."

    "It¡¯s my duty to work hard. A little exhaustion is nothing," Prince Chen replied, taking the food box. "As a prince, I should bear more hardships and responsibilities than others. Only then can I live up to the expectations of His Majesty, Emperor Longfeng, and the people."

    The officials who overheard everything: "..."

    When a man lies to a woman, he can be shameless.

    "Though your duties are important, Your Highness¡¯s health is even more so," Ming Jiuzhu said, looking at Prince Chen with admiration. "Please take care of yourself."

    Your Highness is truly a good prince who serves the nation and the people, and honors the Emperor!

    Seeing the girl¡¯s adoring gaze, Prince Chen coughed lightly. "Don¡¯t worry, I know."

    "There¡¯s one more thing," Ming Jiuzhu said, smiling at Prince Chen. "The County Princess title I received¡ªit was Your Highness who requested it for me, wasn¡¯t it?"

    "It was just a small matter..."

    "Thank you, Your Highness," she said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, as if her heart and soul were filled with nothing but him. Her trust in him was so complete it seemed to overflow. "Your Highness is the kindest person I¡¯ve ever met."

    Prince Chen turned his head away, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

    How many people has this girl even met, to call him the best?

    "Your Highness, please go back and eat before the food gets cold," Ming Jiuzhu said, handing him another food box. "Could you also give this one to my father? I¡¯ll come again tomorrow at noon."

    Carrying two heavy food boxes, Prince Chen watched as the girl bent down and climbed into her carriage. He raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "I¡¯m the best?"

 Chapter 30

    "Brother Ming." Zhou Rui walked over to Ming Jingzhou, who was busy organizing scrolls with his head down. "I heard the kitchen prepared two new dishes today. Let''s go and try them together."

    Ming Jingzhou smiled at Zhou Rui. "Brother Zhou, we''ve known each other for years. If you have something to say, just say it directly."

    Zhou Rui pulled Ming Jingzhou to a corner. "I know you might have some reservations about Prince Chen, but if word gets out that you''re treating him this way in the Ministry of Rites, it might displease His Majesty."

    "Prince Chen is lazy and quick-tempered. Copying documents will help temper his character." Ming Jingzhou patted Zhou Rui''s shoulder. "Don''t worry, Brother Zhou. Even if His Majesty finds out, he won''t be able to fault me."

    Zhou Rui fell silent. On the surface, there might be no fault to find, but everyone knew this was intentional provocation.

    His Majesty had even bestowed two titles upon the Ming family. It wasn''t so you could mistreat his son. The Ming family is known for their stubbornness, but in times like these, perhaps it''s better to be a little less rigid.

    "Minister Ming, Minister Zhou."

    Zhou Rui turned around and saw Prince Chen personally carrying two large food containers. Behind him, the attending eunuch was empty-handed.

    "Minister Ming, please enjoy the meal." Prince Chen placed one of the food containers on the table, a faint smile on his face.

    Ming Jingzhou recognized the food container¡ªit was from his own household. He glanced at the other container in Prince Chen''s hand and realized it was also from his home.

    Why were their family''s food containers in Prince Chen''s possession?

    Zhou Rui observed the scene, noticing the respectful smile Prince Chen directed at Ming Jingzhou. His feelings became somewhat complicated.

    Prince Chen had indeed been somewhat arrogant in the past, but ever since he joined the Ministry of Rites, he had obediently followed Ming Jingzhou''s instructions. He probably still didn''t realize that Ming Jingzhou was deliberately humoring him.

    Thinking of the recent improvements in the Ministry of Rites¡ªthe better meals, the newly replaced furniture, and the constant supply of high-quality charcoal¡ªZhou Rui''s gaze toward Prince Chen softened considerably.

    In the past, he had only seen Prince Chen as lazy and disrespectful, but after working together, he realized the prince wasn''t as terrible as the rumors made him out to be. If you looked carefully, you might even find a few redeeming qualities.

    "Brother Ming, I''ll leave you and His Highness to enjoy your meal. I¡¯ll take my leave now."

    A son-in-law who remembers to bring meals for his future father-in-law can''t be all that bad.

    As he left, Zhou Rui thoughtfully closed the door behind him, leaving the future father-in-law and son-in-law alone.

    "Your Highness, why do you have my family''s food containers?" Ming Jingzhou opened the container and saw that it was filled with his favorite dishes. His brows relaxed slightly.

    "Miss Ming sent them." Prince Chen thought for a moment before sitting down in Ming Jingzhou''s room and opening his own food container.

    Ming Jingzhou''s brows furrowed again. If his daughter had sent the meal, why was Prince Chen the one carrying the containers?

    He glanced at the dishes in Prince Chen''s container and noticed they were different from his own.

    Seeing the dishes inside, Prince Chen was momentarily stunned. These were all his favorite dishes. He hadn''t shared many meals with Ming Jiuzhu, so he was surprised she had remembered his preferences.

    Did she really care about him that much?

    By the time Ming Jingzhou put down his chopsticks, Prince Chen was still eating. Ming Jingzhou read a few pages of a book before Prince Chen finally finished.

    "Your Highness, you can leave the food containers here. I''ll take them home after I finish my duties today."

    It was one thing to eat his family''s food, but he couldn''t let Prince Chen take the containers too. These custom-made containers cost a full two taels of silver each.

    "Thank you, Minister Ming." Prince Chen washed up and tidied himself with the help of his attendants. "The tax records you asked me to copy are complete."

    "The tax records from various regions are publicly available in the Six Ministries. I''m pleased to see Your Highness has the patience to copy them." Ming Jingzhou took a sip of his digestive tea. "However, my memory is failing me in my old age. I can''t recall last year''s tax revenue from Liuzhou. Does Your Highness remember?"

    "Liuzhou suffered a drought last year. My father, out of compassion for the local people, exempted them from seventy percent of their taxes. The total tax revenue for the year was only 235,000 guan. The production of rice, silk, and cloth was also affected."

    Since Emperor Longfeng ascended the throne, he had been diligent and caring toward his people, disliking anything that would burden them. It wasn''t unusual for a single prefecture to generate over a million guan in annual taxes.

    "Your Highness has an excellent memory." Ming Jingzhou nodded. "His Majesty loves his people like his own children and cannot bear to see them suffer or be separated from their families. The people of the empire are fortunate to have such a wise ruler."

    "Without the people, there is no nation. Agriculture is the foundation of the state." Ming Jingzhou picked up a thick volume of agricultural tool records collected by the Ministry of Works. "Your Highness, these are the statistical records of farming tools from various prefectures and counties. You can browse them in your spare time."

    "Thank you, Minister Ming." Prince Chen took the records and, seeing that Ming Jingzhou had no intention of engaging him further, lazily walked out with the books in hand.

    Officials passing by saw the agricultural tool records in his hands and quickly averted their eyes.

    If they didn''t see it, they could pretend they didn''t know Ming Jingzhou was deliberately humoring Prince Chen.

    "Ming Jingzhou is really going out of his way to dismiss Yun Duqing. The two titles His Majesty bestowed on the Ming family were wasted." Prince Huai picked up a cup of wine and drained it in one gulp. "No matter how much Father favors him, his outrageous behavior will never be tolerated by the court."

    Among the brothers, he was the eldest. Back when their father had fallen out of favor, the officials who supported him were dismissed, and their father was placed under house arrest in the palace. All the siblings were anxious, except for Yun Duqing, who remained carefree and continued to pester their father to play with him, completely oblivious to the family''s predicament.

    A child who was so clueless back then wouldn''t grow up to be any more responsible. Yun Duqing was enfeoffed as a prince at a young age and acted recklessly. Even when his tutor fainted from frustration, their father couldn''t bring himself to scold him too harshly.

    "The Ming and Sun families both have ties to the royal family, but the Emperor''s favor differs greatly."

    "I and the second prince are both married, yet our wives'' families were not granted any titles because of the marriages." Prince Huai snorted. "Yun Duqing is just a spoiled brat, and the Ming family has no intention of supporting him. He''s not a threat. But Yun Yanze, who excels at winning people over and has a strong reputation in the court, is my greatest concern."

    "So, we don¡¯t need to worry about Prince Chen for now?"

    "Why bother? Let him continue copying books in the Ministry of Rites." Prince Huai said with a hint of schadenfreude. "I even suspect that the incident at the royal stables was orchestrated by the fourth prince and his mother. Consort Ning may appear gentle, kind, and well-educated, but she¡¯s actually a venomous woman."

    He still remembered when he was ten years old, watching Lady Zheng hold a cat underwater in the lotus pond, only releasing it when it was on the verge of death.

    With a mother like that, how kind could the seemingly gentle Prince Qi truly be?

    "Your Highness, His Majesty has summoned you urgently!" A voice called from outside the door.

    Prince Huai set down his wine cup and immediately stood up. "Prepare the horses."

    Prince Huai hurried to the palace and found the six ministers and his other brothers already there. He glanced at Prince Qi, who was standing with the Minister of Revenue, and then at Prince Chen, who was with the Minister of Rites, before taking his place beside the Minister of Justice.

    "Eldest Son, have you been drinking?" Emperor Longfeng frowned as he caught the scent of alcohol on his eldest son.

    "Father." Prince Huai quickly bowed in apology. "Please forgive me. Today was a day off at the Ministry of Justice, and I had a few drinks at home."

    "Excessive drinking harms the body and should not be overdone." Emperor Longfeng turned his attention to the ministers of the six ministries: "Urgent news from Youzhou¡ªthe region has been struck by a snowstorm, the likes of which hasn¡¯t been seen in decades. My esteemed ministers, please discuss and propose a disaster relief plan."

    "The distance from Youzhou to the capital is only a few hundred kilometers. With swift horses, we can reach Youzhou in a matter of days," said the Minister of Works. "However, we must guard against the cold front moving further north to prevent neighboring counties from suffering the same fate."

    "Your Majesty, I will immediately inventory the relief supplies and send them to Youzhou," said the Minister of Revenue, hesitating slightly. "However, the people are bound to be panicked by the disaster. In my humble opinion, we should appoint someone to assist with the local relief efforts in Youzhou."

    "Your suggestion is reasonable," Emperor Longfeng nodded. "Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

    The Minister of Revenue bowed. "There are many capable officials in the court, but the decision rests with Your Majesty."

    "Father, I have a candidate in mind," Prince Huai, slightly intoxicated, spoke up. "Wu Mian, the Left Vice Minister of Works, is very suitable."

    Prince Qi inwardly sneered. Recommending his father-in-law to claim credit for the disaster relief effort¡ªhis elder brother truly had had too much to drink.

    "Fourth Prince, do you have anyone in mind?" Emperor Longfeng turned to him.

    "I believe that Minister He from the Ministry of Personnel and Minister Zhang from the Ministry of War are both capable of taking on this responsibility."

    Prince Huai glanced at Prince Qi, thinking to himself, as if he didn¡¯t know that He Yu and Zhang Yinglian were Prince Qi¡¯s lackeys.

    "What do the rest of you think?"

    The ministers had differing opinions on the choice of the disaster relief envoy. Emperor Longfeng sipped his tea, letting them argue, while also ordering the ministries to prepare relief supplies and dispatch them to Youzhou immediately.

    Prince Chen, listening to the bickering, lazily leaned against a pillar and yawned.

    "Duqing," Emperor Longfeng noticed Prince Chen¡¯s bored demeanor. "Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

    The ministers and the other princes all turned their heads to look at Prince Chen, their expressions subtle. Asking Prince Chen to recommend a capable official was akin to asking him which cricket was better at fighting.

    Emperor Longfeng, seemingly oblivious to how others viewed Prince Chen, still looked at his son with expectation.

    "I believe..." Prince Chen recalled the examination papers of the top scholars that Ming Jingzhou had shown him. Wu Mian¡¯s essay on disaster relief and public welfare had been particularly well-written, with substantial content rather than empty rhetoric. Even someone as unscholarly as himself had found it impressive.

    "The snowstorm is severe, and many houses are bound to have collapsed. Wu Mian, as the Vice Minister of Works, must be well-versed in construction and engineering. Why not send him?" Prince Chen straightened up, as if the lazy man from moments ago had never existed.

    Prince Qi smiled faintly and glanced at Prince Huai. Was Yun Duqing actually siding with the eldest prince?

    Hearing Yun Duqing speak in his favor, Prince Huai was equally baffled. Even if Yun Duqing was a fool, he should know that Wu Mian was his father-in-law. Why would he help him?

    "Very well. Since Duqing also supports the eldest prince¡¯s proposal, Wu Mian shall be sent for the disaster relief effort," Emperor Longfeng waved for a guard. "Summon Wu Mian to the palace immediately."

    Li En, standing beside Prince Chen, gave him a complicated look. He and Wu Mian had been classmates, and he was well aware of Wu Mian¡¯s capabilities. Among the candidates proposed by the princes, Wu Mian was indeed the most suitable.

    Had Prince Chen recommended Wu Mian by coincidence, or did he truly understand his abilities?

    Seeing Prince Chen lazily lean back against the pillar, Li En averted his gaze.

    He was overthinking it. It was all just a coincidence.

    Once the disaster relief matters were settled, the ministers and princes left the main hall, with only Prince Chen being retained by the emperor.

    Prince Qi smiled faintly at Prince Huai. "Elder Brother, you care so much for your younger siblings that even the fifth prince shares a deep bond with you."

    Prince Huai, struck by this unexpected accusation, was at a loss for words.

    How was he supposed to know what Yun Duqing was thinking?

    "Haha, as the eldest brother, it¡¯s only natural to look after my younger siblings," Prince Huai replied with a smile. "My feelings for you and the fifth prince are the same."

    In his heart, all his younger brothers were equally annoying. What difference did it make?

    "Elder Brother has always been benevolent and caring toward his siblings," Prince Qi cupped his hands in a salute. "I take my leave."

    "Take care, I won¡¯t see you out," Prince Huai replied with a forced smile. He detested Yun Yanze¡¯s hypocritical demeanor the most.

    Prince Qi calmly boarded his carriage, his smile fading. "Investigate whether Yun Liu''an and Yun Duqing have had any recent interactions."

    With no legitimate heir in the palace, Yun Liu''an held the position of the eldest prince. If the emperor¡¯s beloved Yun Duqing were to switch his support to the eldest prince, it would greatly disadvantage him.

    "Father, why have you kept me behind? Do you have something to ask?" Prince Chen yawned twice as he sat in his chair. Last night, he had been reviewing the records of agricultural tools and ironware from various counties, which had left his head spinning.

    He didn¡¯t dare skip it, though. If Ming Jingzhou were to quiz him on the contents and he couldn¡¯t answer, how could he show off his abilities in front of Ming Jiuzhu in the future?

    "Go to bed earlier at night," Emperor Longfeng said, seeing his son¡¯s constant yawning. He ordered a maid to bring him a cup of refreshing tea. "You¡¯re young¡ªhow can you look so listless?"

    "With Your Majesty¡¯s heroic bearing and Mother Consort¡¯s beauty, even if I¡¯m listless, I¡¯m still handsome and likable."

    Emperor Longfeng was both amused and exasperated by his shamelessness. "Likable to whom?"

    Of course, to Ming Jiuzhu.

    Prince Chen¡¯s mind involuntarily conjured up Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s fair and delicate face.

    He coughed lightly. "To you and Mother Consort, of course."

    Emperor Longfeng chuckled helplessly and had Liu Zhongbao bring the pastries from his table over to Prince Chen. "It¡¯s rare for you to recommend someone today. Why did you choose Wu Mian? I recall that you and the eldest prince haven¡¯t been on good terms. Why give his father-in-law the chance to earn merit?"

    "Wu Mian is the Vice Minister of Works. I¡¯ve read his essay on disaster relief, and it was quite well-written. Naturally, he¡¯s the right person for the job," Prince Chen picked up a pastry and popped it into his mouth. "My issues with the eldest prince are personal matters between brothers. What does that have to do with the people? Wu Mian is your minister. As long as he follows your orders and does his job well, that¡¯s what matters. If he offends me in the future, I won¡¯t spare him any face."

    Emperor Longfeng was momentarily taken aback, then laughed. "You¡¯re quite clear about grudges and favors."

    "I¡¯ve always been magnanimous and principled," Prince Chen waved his hand magnanimously. "No need to praise me, Father."

    Emperor Longfeng thought back¡ªwhen had he praised him?

    "Wu Mian was a scholar during the Xiande era. You¡¯ve actually read his essays?" Emperor Longfeng was surprised. When had his son become so diligent?

    "I hadn¡¯t read them before, but after joining the Ministry of Rites, Ming Jingzhou made me familiarize myself with the ministry¡¯s affairs, so I read some related documents," Prince Chen sighed. "Father, you have no idea¡ªlately, I¡¯ve even dreamed of Ming Jingzhou quizzing me."

    Emperor Longfeng nodded, feeling a sense of admiration. Truly, it was Ming Jingzhou. Even someone as unruly as Duqing could be reined in by him.

    Since childhood, the number of tutors who had been driven to frustration by Duqing was beyond counting. Now, Ming Jingzhou had managed to make him understand the affairs of the court. It must have taken an immense amount of effort.

    "Ming Jingzhou is loyal to the throne and cares for the people. He is both virtuous and talented. Learn well from him, and you¡¯ll gain much useful knowledge," Emperor Longfeng patted his son¡¯s shoulder. "He¡¯s your future father-in-law. He won¡¯t lead you astray."

    He was truly a discerning emperor, not only choosing a princess with an exceptionally auspicious destiny for his son but also securing a highly capable father-in-law in the process.

    "Stop the carriage." Through the carriage curtain, Prince Qi caught sight of a young girl in a pink dress walking arm-in-arm with a woman in a blue dress as they entered a teahouse. He ordered the coachman to halt the carriage.

    "Your Highness?" The attendant brought over the carriage step. "Would Your Highness like to go upstairs for some tea?"

    "Yes." He entered the teahouse, where the waiter enthusiastically greeted him, "Esteemed guest, please come upstairs."

    He glanced upstairs and made his way up.

    Zhou Xiao had brought Ming Jiuzhu out today to introduce her to a few close friends. Their families were all loyal ministers to the emperor, and over the years, their relationships had remained strong. Thus, as soon as Ming Jiuzhu appeared, they quickly welcomed her into their circle.

    The customs of the Great Cheng Dynasty were open, and the strict separation between men and women was not heavily enforced. It was common for women to work and make a living outside the home.

    Ming Jiuzhu sat with the young ladies around the tea table, separated from other patrons by a screen. They chatted about amusing and unusual happenings in the capital, filling the air with laughter and merriment.

    "Whether one has sons or daughters, nothing compares to having a daughter who pleases the imperial consort and earns a noble title for the family."

    This comment reached their ears, and the laughter of Zhou Xiao and the others abruptly stopped as they frowned. sea??h th§× ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "That gentleman is right. Toiling away at studies or training in martial arts at dawn is nothing compared to having a daughter marry the son of a favored consort. Who doesn¡¯t envy the Ming family for raising such an exceptional daughter these days?"

    "This is hardly the place for such talk. It seems these two are deliberately spreading rumors," Miss Chen, known for her straightforward nature, stood up and declared, "Ming sister, don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll shut them up right now."

    Ming Jiuzhu tugged at Miss Chen¡¯s sleeve. "Sister, there¡¯s no need to argue with them. No matter how much they envy, they could never raise a daughter like me."

    Miss Chen: "..."

    Was that really the point?

    She glanced at Ming Jiuzhu, her slightly proud expression leaving Miss Chen puzzled.

    "If my father hadn¡¯t achieved third place in the imperial examinations back then, how could I have been betrothed to Prince Chen?" Ming Jiuzhu said earnestly. "This proves that hard work in studies is the most important thing."

    "Without proper education, one ends up like those two outside¡ªknowing nothing yet daring to say anything."

    The group of young ladies: "..."

    Studying diligently is indeed important, though Minister Ming might not be too thrilled about you marrying Prince Chen.

    Hearing the commotion outside, Prince Qi stood up and pushed aside the screen, ready to intervene.

    "What kind of ugly dogs and mangy cats are yowling nonstop here?" Dressed in a flamboyant red robe embroidered with gold patterns, Prince Chen strode in with his attendants and armed guards in tow. He kicked a chair, sending it flying and hitting one of the men, who turned pale with fear and didn¡¯t dare make a sound.

    Prince Chen raised his hand, and the guards behind him drew their swords, the blades glinting menacingly.

    "Go on, keep barking for me to hear," Prince Chen said as he sat down on a chair, extending his hand for a teacup, which his attendant promptly handed to him.

    The room fell silent.

    "Why have you stopped?" Prince Chen took a sip of tea and smiled lazily. "Continue."

 Chapter 31

    After leaving the palace, Yun Duqing casually chose a bustling teahouse to see if there were any more outrageous stories about domineering princes circulating. Just as he reached the stairs, he overheard someone boldly gossiping about Little Pig Ming, spouting nonsense at the top of their lungs.

    With his fiery temper, how could he tolerate such a thing?

    Of course not.

    "You, who are you?" one of the men who hadn''t been struck by the chair stammered, glancing at the row of armed guards behind Prince Chen. "According to the laws of Great Cheng, ordinary people are not allowed to carry weapons on the streets. Violators are to be punished with twenty lashes and fined two strings of silver. You... you''re openly defying the laws of Great Cheng!"

    Prince Chen scoffed, pointing at the speaker, signaling that it was time for his attendant to step in.

    "You... what do you want?" the man who had been pointed at retreated nervously.

    "According to the laws of Great Cheng, a prince is permitted to have thirty-six armed guards when traveling. His Highness dislikes extravagance, so he only brought a dozen or so guards today," the attendant stepped forward, smiling as he explained. "If anyone slanders the royal family without cause, the punishment ranges from ten lashes to three years of forced labor."

    After the explanation, the attendant obediently stepped back behind Prince Chen, and the armed guards escorted the two men, who had been spouting nonsense, before the prince.

    "You... you''re a prince?!" The two men''s legs gave way, and they dropped to their knees without needing the guards to force them down.

    They had only come to this crowded teahouse to spread a few rumors. How could they have run into a prince?

    Wait, what kind of refined prince would come to such a noisy teahouse? Wasn''t it beneath his noble royal bloodline?

    "What a coincidence, I am the fifth prince, Prince Chen," Yun Duqing said, frowning slightly as he looked at the two men trembling before him. With such weak nerves, who gave them the courage to gossip about the private affairs of a third-rank official in a teahouse?

    Back then, when the Zheng family had arrogantly demanded that Little Pig Ming step aside, he had made Yun Yanze, the Zheng family''s grandson, bow and make way for her in his presence. Yet, there were still people daring to speak ill of his fianc¨¦e in public.

    Had he been too lenient lately, making people forget his temper?

    "Your Highness," a servant by Prince Qi''s side whispered, "these two seem to be servants from the Pingyuan Marquisate."

    "Are you sure?" Prince Qi asked, his expression turning serious as he peered through the gaps in the screen at Yun Duqing, surrounded by his guards.

    "Yes, Your Highness. Half a month ago, when I went to the Pingyuan Marquisate to deliver a message, I saw them leaving the estate. The outer courtyard servants mentioned they were grooms from the suburban villa, delivering fresh produce." A servant by a prince''s side needed to have sharp eyes, and this one was no exception.

    But why would grooms from the Pingyuan Marquisate''s suburban villa be dressed in the scholarly green robes favored by literati, spreading harmful rumors about the Ming family in a teahouse?

    "Judging by your refined attire, you should be educated and well-mannered, yet your words are so disgraceful," the attendant from Prince Chen''s household scolded sternly. "What are your names? Where do you live? Have you passed any imperial examinations?"

    The two men panicked. They had no scholarly achievements to their name. They had only wanted to earn merit and be transferred to work in the main estate of the marquisate. After overhearing a conversation between two stewards, they had mustered the courage to come here and tarnish the Ming family''s reputation.

    The day before, the two stewards had been whispering in the woods about how the Ming family had offended the marquisate. They planned to disguise themselves as scholars and spread rumors about the Ming family to curry favor with the marquisate, hoping to escape their lowly positions as minor stewards in the villa.

    The two men, emboldened by their recent mistreatment at the hands of the stewards, decided to act before the stewards could. They dressed up and came to this bustling teahouse.

    They dared not go to the more elegant teahouses frequented by high-ranking officials, choosing instead this crowded but less prestigious one.

    Little did they know, this teahouse had recently become popular among female patrons due to its series of stories titled *The Tales of the Domineering Prince*. Many noble ladies and young misses were seated behind the screens.

    The two men dared not speak, kneeling on the ground and trembling like leaves in a storm.

    "Your Highness, these two seem suspicious," the attendant whispered to Prince Chen. "I suspect they were sent by someone with ill intentions."

    Prince Chen nodded slightly. "Teach them how to behave."

    "Gentlemen, do you have identification tokens?" the attendant asked, suddenly energized as he approached the two men. "Without identification, you could be imposters with malicious intent. Everyone in the realm knows that the Ming family has produced two top scholars and one third-rank scholar. Back then, the three Ming officials chose exile over bowing to traitors. Now, you''re here slandering the Ming family''s reputation. I suspect you''re remnants of the rebel king''s faction."

    The rebel king?! Being linked to the rebel king from over a decade ago meant not only losing their heads but also bringing disaster upon their families.

    The two men turned pale, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy.

    Jiuzhu, seeing the two men who had been badmouthing her family reduced to such a state by Prince Chen, lifted her skirt and prepared to go to his side.

    "Hey, don''t go out," Miss Chen and Zhou Xiao grabbed her, whispering, "It''s better to leave this to Prince Chen."

    "Right," Miss Chen nodded. "Prince Chen''s methods might be... a bit harsh, but people like this deserve it."

    Jiuzhu pressed her face against the gap in the screen, whispering, "But His Highness isn''t harsh at all. He''s actually very reasonable."

    Sure, he had started by throwing a chair at the men spouting nonsense, but that was only because their words were too outrageous. From the moment he entered, he had barely spoken. How could that be considered harsh?

    The other young ladies glanced at the stern-faced armed guards behind Prince Chen and the attendant who had reduced the two men to trembling wrecks with just a few words. This... was reasonable?

    They were beginning to lose their understanding of what "reasonable" meant.

    "Imperial guards on patrol! Who dares to carry weapons within the capital''s boundaries?"

    A squad of armored imperial guards stormed into the teahouse, their expressions stern. "We received a report that someone here is carrying weapons illegally. According to the laws of Great Cheng, carrying weapons without permission and gathering for brawls is prohibited."

    The teahouse owner hurriedly bowed and apologized, "Officers, it''s all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

    The squad leader motioned for the owner to step aside and entered the room. He saw a man in red robes lounging lazily in a chair, surrounded by guards who had two scholarly-looking men kneeling on the ground.

    Frowning, he prepared to intervene.

    At that moment, the man in the chair turned to look at him. The casual movement exuded an air of nobility and elegance.

    "This humble officer pays his respects to Prince Chen," the squad leader stopped in his tracks, saluting with a martial gesture.

    As a squad leader of the imperial guards, he had no opportunity to recognize such a high-ranking prince. But this prince was simply too notorious.

    One day, he would flog a young nobleman in the streets for leering at women, claiming the sight disgusted him. The next, he would force a man pretending to sell himself to bury his "dead" father to run through the streets shouting, "I''m a fraud!"

    His methods for dealing with troublemakers were endless, and the imperial guards were constantly receiving complaints about him. Now, whenever they saw Prince Chen, their first thought was, *Who has offended him this time?*

    "Why is it always you?" Prince Chen asked the squad leader. "Are there no other imperial guards available?"

    The squad leader: "..."

    In truth, he also wanted to know why he was the one always encountering this hard-to-please lord.

    He glanced at the two people kneeling on the ground, their faces streaked with tears and snot, and asked, "Your Highness, may I ask what these two have done wrong?"

    Prince Chen hooked a finger, signaling his attendant to explain.

    The attendant, having served Prince Chen for many years, was well-versed in the art of making small matters seem big and big matters seem endless. He immediately declared, "General, these two have slandered court officials, speculated on the Emperor''s intentions, and insulted the royal family."

    They had spoken ill of the Ming family, slandered court officials.

    They had brought up matters of nobility, speculating on the Emperor''s thoughts.

    And they had dared to accuse His Highness of disregarding the laws of the Great Cheng Dynasty¡ªthat was an insult to the royal family.

    After finishing his explanation, the attendant straightened his back, confident that every word he had spoken was true and not fabricated.

    The two men kneeling on the ground, their legs weak, wondered when they had ever speculated on the Emperor''s intentions or insulted the royal family. If they had such audacity, why would they be working as mere servants?

    "Your Highness, General, we are wronged!" Even if they were foolish, they knew things had taken a bad turn. They kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "We beg Your Highness to investigate this matter thoroughly."

    "I am neither a magistrate nor an official of the Ministry of Justice. Investigating matters is the job of the courts." Seeing the tears and snot on their faces, Prince Chen turned his head away in disgust. "Since the two of you enjoy gossiping so much, why don''t you stand by the window now?"

    The two men could hardly stand, but the guards of Prince Chen''s estate, ever considerate, dragged them over to the window.

    "Start by cursing yourselves for half an hour. Your voices shouldn''t be too soft, or I won''t hear you. But don''t be too loud either, or you''ll scare the passersby." Prince Chen raised his chin slightly. "There are many guests here, so mind your language and keep it elegant."

    The two men: "..."

    They had never heard such an outrageous demand.

    Then, they heard the sound of blades being unsheathed.

    Seeing the cold glint of the swords, they swallowed hard and began, "I''m ugly!"

    "Your voice is too soft. His Highness can''t hear you," the attendant, ever the loyal enabler, interjected with a wealth of experience in tormenting others. "Louder!"

    "I''m as ugly as a pig!"

    Prince Chen frowned. "You''re not even fit to be compared to a pig. Pick another animal."

    The two men wiped the tears from their faces. Were they not even worthy of being compared to pigs? At that moment, they wanted to cry together in despair, but the sharp blades kept them in check.

    If only they hadn''t rushed ahead of their supervisor to do such a thing.

    The squad leader of the Imperial Guards silently turned his head, pretending not to see their pitiful state. It was nothing new; he was used to it.

    No one noticed that two attendants from Prince Chen''s estate had quietly left the teahouse.

    "Your Highness," one of the attendants whispered in Prince Chen''s ear after the two had left the teahouse, "we''ve already sent someone to investigate their identities."

    Prince Chen nodded, then turned his gaze back to the two men who were sobbing uncontrollably. "Continue. I quite admire your audacity to speak ill of me."

    The two men cried even louder, utterly heartbroken.

    They had only been speaking ill of the Ming family¡ªhow had it turned into speaking ill of Prince Chen?

    "Fifth Brother," Prince Qi pushed aside the screen and stepped out. He didn''t even glance at the crying men. "If these two have displeased you, just send them to the magistrate. Why trouble yourself with them?"

    "Ah, Fourth Brother," Prince Chen raised an eyebrow at the screen that had been pushed aside. "So you''ve been here all along. It seems you also think these two have gone too far in offending me, and you''re helping me deal with them?"

    Prince Qi sat down beside Prince Chen. "They''re just two ignorant fools. It''s not worth your time to make such a fuss over them."

    "Fourth Brother, you clearly don''t understand me. Even if a five-year-old child offended me, I would..." Prince Chen paused mid-sentence and turned his head to look at the screen, which had been pushed open just a crack.

    Why did the half-face peeking through the gap look so much like Little Pig Ming?

    "They''re not five or six years old. Shouldn''t they know what''s appropriate to say and what''s not?" Prince Chen retracted his gaze, put down his crossed legs, and straightened his robe and the jade pendant at his waist. "I said half an hour, and not a minute less."

    He picked up his teacup, pretending to take a sip, while his eyes darted back to the screen that was only slightly ajar.

    "Fifth Brother, you''re making such a big deal out of this..."

    "They spoke ill of me. Am I not allowed to be angry?" Prince Chen snorted. "Even Father has never spoken to me like that. Who do they think they are?"

    Seeing that Yun Duqing was adamant about making this a big issue, Prince Qi realized that Yun Duqing was deliberately stirring up trouble.

    Would the common folk be more interested in a prince''s affairs or those of a third-rank official?

    The story of offending a prince and being forced to curse oneself for half an hour was perfect for casual gossip over tea.

    By then, who would care what these two had actually said?

    As for the common people, what did it matter to them how many titles the Ming family held? They didn''t even understand the ranks of nobility. All they knew was that none of them were as grand as a prince''s consort.

    The attendant from Prince Chen''s estate walked over to the window and smiled at the two men huddled together. "Gentlemen, our prince is kind and forgiving, but I have a short temper. If you don''t continue, don''t blame me for not saving your dignity." S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Jiuzhu, why are you nodding?" Zhou Xiao asked Ming Jiuzhu.

    "I think what he said is right. His Highness is kind and forgiving," Ming Jiuzhu, squeezed behind the screen, watched intently without blinking.

    Even when she accidentally made His Highness fall into a snowdrift, he hadn''t been angry with her.

    Zhou Xiao: "..."

    The other young ladies: "..."

    This was just absurd.

    With Ming Jiuzhu''s naive personality, would she be bullied if she married into Prince Chen''s estate?

    Prince Qi knew that Yun Duqing was as stubborn as they came, so he simply stood up to leave.

    "Fourth Brother," Prince Chen called out to him. "You''ve always been fond of your brothers. Don''t you want to stay and help me teach these two scoundrels a lesson for insulting me?"

    Prince Qi, known for his gentle and patient nature, felt the urge to cover Yun Duqing''s mouth with something.

    "Since Fifth Brother wants me to stay, of course I won''t refuse," Prince Qi sat back down, his attendant''s face stiffening behind him.

    Prince Qi was resigned, but the other guests behind the screen were thoroughly entertained. To avoid drawing Prince Chen''s attention, some even secretly took out paper and brushes to pass notes and exchange opinions.

    [He truly lives up to the title of a domineering prince. His words and actions exude the unique dignity of royalty!]

    [The red robe with golden embroidery¡ªwho else could wear it so splendidly if not a domineering prince?]

    [The prince beside him is also quite handsome.]

    [Other princes are all the same, but the domineering prince is a star unlike any other.]

    [I just saw Miss Ming in the teahouse. I wonder if she noticed Prince Chen''s domineering demeanor.]

    Thud.

    Ming Jiuzhu, crouching behind the screen, tried to open it a bit wider to get a better view, but she slipped and fell out.

    The attendants from Prince Chen''s and Prince Qi''s estates, along with the Imperial Guards, all turned to look at her.

    It really was her!

    Prince Chen, recognizing the person who had fallen, stood up and casually walked over to help her up from the ground.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu patted the dust off her skirt. "What a coincidence."

    Prince Chen: "..."

    "Are your legs numb from squatting?"

    "Just a little." Jiuzhu glanced back at the screen where her friends were hiding, only to find that they had pulled it tightly shut, leaving no gap at all.

    Pretending not to notice the others behind the screen, Prince Chen glanced at the two men who were still berating themselves. "Take them to the Capital Magistrate''s Office. There are ladies present here; don''t let their ears be sullied."

    "Quick, quick, write this down!" Behind the screen, Miss Chen whispered to her friends. "This is the dynamic between a domineering prince and a delicate lady. Do you all see it now?"

    The other young ladies nodded in agreement. This was the real deal¡ªa commanding prince and his sweet, devoted wife. The stories told by storytellers always fell short, lacking the authenticity and subtlety of real life.

    Zhou Xiao: "..."

    She suddenly realized that she might be the only normal one among her friends.

    Relieved that they no longer had to berate themselves, the two men were moved to tears once more. This was hundreds of times more torturous than being scolded by their supervisors.

    After the two were dragged away by the imperial guards, Prince Chen cleared his throat. "This prince just now..."

    "Your Highness was incredibly dashing just now," Jiuzhu said with sparkling eyes. "You looked like a heroic knight descending from the heavens to right wrongs."

    Cough, no need to praise him so earnestly.

    Prince Chen smiled. "It''s just that this prince cannot stand to hear such nonsense. Minister Ming is a virtuous and capable official, praised by the people. How could we allow petty men to slander him?"

    What young lady wouldn¡¯t enjoy hearing someone praise her admired father? At this moment, Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes weren¡¯t filled with stars but with the blazing sun.

    "Your Highness is as wonderful as my father," Jiuzhu said with a smile as sweet as honey.

    Prince Qi watched as the young lady from the Ming family beamed brightly at Yun Duqing, his brow twitching slightly. He couldn¡¯t understand why this Miss Ming would place such trust and admiration in Yun Duqing, who was known for his arrogance and lack of discipline.

    Had no one told her about Prince Chen¡¯s past deeds? Or was it true, as the rumors said, that she was currying favor with Su Meidai and Yun Duqing for power and wealth?

    Looking at Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s innocent smile, Prince Qi wondered if she was truly the kind of person his mother had described¡ªsomeone who would cling to power and act as an accomplice to tyrants.

    "Just average, just average. This prince still has much to learn from Minister Ming," Prince Chen said, tilting his chin up slightly, maintaining his usual air of pride, though the corners of his mouth couldn¡¯t quite suppress a smile.

    He pinched Jiuzhu¡¯s hair bun. "Stay here and keep playing. This prince will personally make a trip to the Capital Magistrate''s Office."

    If his future father-in-law and future wife were being plotted against, and he didn¡¯t seek justice, where would his dignity be?

    The young ladies hiding behind the screen, realizing they had been discovered by Prince Chen, quietly retreated to the table, picking up their teacups as if they had never been eavesdropping.

    They were proper young ladies from respectable families, after all. How could they possibly be caught watching such a scene?

    "Fourth Brother," Prince Chen called out to Prince Qi before leaving. "Come with me to the Capital Magistrate''s Office."

    Prince Qi looked at Prince Chen, knowing this wasn¡¯t a request.

    He smiled faintly. "Very well."

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu quickly reached out and tugged at his sleeve. "I want to go too."

    She wasn¡¯t a three-year-old child. Why was she still so clingy?

    The Capital Magistrate''s Office was a chaotic place, often crowded with onlookers during trials, not suitable for a young lady.

    Looking down at the corner of his sleeve caught in her hand, Prince Chen gently tugged at it but couldn¡¯t free it. "Then stay close to this prince and don¡¯t wander off."

    It was just... he didn¡¯t want to see her tearful and upset, that¡¯s all.

 Chapter 32

    "Your Highness." Inside the carriage, the attendant glanced worriedly at Prince Chen riding ahead on horseback and whispered to Prince Qi, "I fear if Prince Chen uncovers the identities of those two men, it may bring trouble upon you."

    The Pingyuan Marquisate was Prince Qi''s maternal family. Though the prince had no involvement in the misdeeds of those two servants, in the Emperor''s eyes, it might appear as though Prince Qi was scheming against Prince Chen''s in-laws. sea??h th§× n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Whether we go or not, their identities will not change," Prince Qi replied calmly. "By accompanying him, at least I can prove my ignorance of the matter."

    "Could the Marquisate be resentful over Consort Su summoning the Marchioness to the palace for reprimand, hence sending men to commit such acts?" Though there was no official Empress in the palace, Consort Su, as the highest-ranking consort, was effectively regarded as the quasi-Empress. If she summoned a noblewoman for censure, the lady could only submit meekly.

    Prince Qi remained silent in contemplation.

    Seeing his master unwilling to speak further, the attendant dared not press the matter, though inwardly he held the Pingyuan Marquisate in disdain¡ªwere they not dragging the prince down?

    Prince Qi lifted the carriage curtain. From his position, he could only see Prince Chen''s carriage, with Yun Duqing riding beside it in blazing red robes, so flamboyant it stung the eyes.

    He let the curtain fall and took a slow, deep breath.

    From a very young age, he had often heard his mother complain about Consort Su and Yun Duqing.

    Consort Su was shallow and seductive, a femme fatale who ensnared hearts with her beauty. Even the son she raised had learned her ways of sycophantic charm.

    Once, after painstakingly memorizing and transcribing an entire essay, he had finally earned his father''s praise¡ªonly to turn and see Yun Duqing peeling an orange for the Emperor, coaxing laughter and delight from him.

    Yun Duqing was close to him in age, yet inferior in studies, etiquette, and even maternal lineage. And yet, in their father''s eyes, Yun Duqing remained the favored son.

    He had even learned that the Emperor initially intended for Miss Sun to marry Yun Duqing. Had Miss Sun not preferred him instead, the prestigious Sun family¡ªrevered by scholars¡ªwould now be Yun Duqing''s staunch ally.

    The only miscalculation was the Ming family''s daughter, who had been fostered away in Lingzhou. Fortunately, the Ming family was known for their uprightness and held little favor toward Consort Su and her son...

    "Your Highness, we¡¯ve arrived at the Capital Prefecture Office."

    Lord Wang, the Capital Prefect, rose from his seat as the prisoners were brought in under heavy guard by the Imperial Guards. He addressed their captain, "Young General, what crimes have these two committed?"

    For such a heavily escorted delivery, the offense must be grave.

    The captain saluted. "Lord Wang, these men have shown contempt for the imperial family, slandered court officials, and presumed to speculate on His Majesty''s intentions. We request a thorough investigation."

    Lord Wang inhaled sharply. These two, now trembling so violently they could barely stand, had dared such audacity?

    "Thank you for the clarification, Young General." Suppressing his shock, Lord Wang declared, "This official will detain them immediately for interrogation and ensure they face due punishment."

    "Why wait?" Prince Chen strode in. "Today seems perfectly suitable."

    "This humble official greets Prince Chen." Lord Wang hastily bowed deeper upon noticing Prince Qi following behind. "And Prince Qi."

    "Spare the formalities." Prince Chen glanced at the two men collapsed on the floor like lifeless sacks. "These two have insulted this prince and speculated on imperial affairs. Lord Wang, you will investigate thoroughly¡ªtheir identities, who sent them, and their purpose."

    "Of course, of course." Lord Wang shot a glance at the two wretches. What foolhardiness had driven them to provoke Prince Chen?

    "Your Highnesses, please be seated. This official will commence the trial¡ª"

    "Unnecessary. This prince is merely here to observe the proceedings, not interfere." Prince Chen tugged Jiuzhu, who had been eyeing the torture instruments curiously, to sit beside him.

    Lord Wang glanced at the young woman now seated beside Prince Chen. Though unsure of her identity, he offered a respectful bow before addressing the princes. "Your Highnesses, with your permission, this official will take the bench."

    Prince Qi nodded slightly and took a seat opposite Prince Chen, their gazes meeting across the hall.

    "You kneeling before this court¡ªstate your names, origins, and residences at once!" Lord Wang struck the gavel, and the bailiffs took their positions, their staffs thudding against the ground like war drums.

    Terrified by the spectacle, the two servants immediately broke into sobs, confessing every detail of their identities.

    "You claim to be servants of the Pingyuan Marquisate''s suburban estate? What proof do you have?" Lord Wang stole a glance at Prince Qi¡ªthe Marquisate was his maternal family, after all.

    "Here, here!" The men frantically produced their waist tokens, essential for entry and exit from the estate.

    A bailiff presented the tokens to Lord Wang, who examined them briefly before turning to Prince Chen. "Your Highness, your opinion...?"

    These royal intrigues were best left to the princes¡ªwhy torment a mere prefect?

    "Proceed." Prince Chen waved off the bailiff about to show him the tokens. "This prince has said already¡ªtoday, I am merely an observer."

    Prince Qi stroked the jade pendant at his waist and smiled faintly. "Fifth Brother is right. Such criminals must not be spared. Of course... neither should innocents be wrongfully implicated."

    Who were these so-called innocents?

    The Pingyuan Marquisate?

    Prince Chen scoffed. He crooked a finger at Jiuzhu, signaling her to lean closer. Noticing his gesture, she tilted her head toward him.

    "Ever heard of the phrase ''putting on an act''?" Prince Chen murmured. "My dear fourth brother is a master of it."

    Jiuzhu stole a glance at Prince Qi and whispered back, "The Pingyuan Marquisate is Prince Qi''s maternal family. Would he shield the guilty?"

    "He wouldn¡¯t dare." Prince Chen snorted. "Not with me here."

    "Mm." Jiuzhu relaxed instantly.

    Prince Chen studied the girl who took his every word as gospel. How did that mind of hers work? Could she be lured away with just a stick of candied hawthorn?

    Prince Qi observed Yun Duqing whispering intermittently with the Ming family¡¯s daughter, his smile unwavering. The young lady¡¯s expressions were transparent¡ªhe could tell they were discussing him, and none too favorably.

    Feigning obliviousness to the tension between the princes, Lord Wang struck the gavel again. "Take them away for twenty strokes of the rod." After a pause, he added, "Administer it in the side hall. Let it not offend noble eyes."

    Jiuzhu watched as the two men, limp as overcooked noodles, were dragged away. She couldn¡¯t fathom why they¡¯d risk such dire consequences for their actions.

    Suddenly, warm hands covered her ears. She turned to see Prince Chen¡¯s face close to hers.

    "Young ladies shouldn¡¯t listen to such howls of agony."

    Muffled by his palms, his voice sounded distant. Jiuzhu blinked.

    "Ever seen anyone take a beating before?"

    She shook her head.

    "That''s right." Prince Chen turned his gaze toward the side hall separated by wooden bars, where two prisoners were already pinned down on wide black lacquered benches. Lowering his eyelids, he remarked with a mocking tone: "No matter how stubborn someone is, they always look particularly ugly when wailing in pain."

    Jiuzhu instinctively followed his line of sight, about to turn her head and look.

    "Don''t look." Prince Chen cupped her face, his grip accidentally a little too firm, squishing her rosy lips into a pout like a little duckling.

    Seeing Jiuzhu''s wide, confused eyes staring at him, he quickly loosened his hold: "I told you it¡¯s ugly. A young lady should listen and not sneak peeks."

    A man''s muffled, distant screams reached Jiuzhu¡¯s ears, so faint she could barely make them out.

    The hand covering her ear remained warm, and Jiuzhu couldn¡¯t help but think¡ªa man as gentle as His Highness must have been sent by the heavens.

    When the screams finally ceased, Prince Chen released her. Noticing Jiuzhu still staring at him dazedly, he tapped her forehead: "Dazed by this prince¡¯s charm?"

    Jiuzhu thought for a moment, then nodded earnestly.

    Prince Chen turned away with a dry cough.

    Alright, alright, I get it. You really admire me.

    He glanced down at his fingers, flexing them slightly. Were Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s cheeks made of tofu?

    So soft and tender, as if even a little more pressure might bruise them.

    After being beaten, the servant, now dragged back in, spilled everything like beans from a sack¡ªdetailing what the two stewards had said and why they¡¯d orchestrated the scheme.

    "Your Highness, since this matter involves stewards from the Pingyuan Marquisate, what do you propose...?" Lord Wang offered Prince Qi an ingratiating smile. "It¡¯s only right to investigate thoroughly."

    With Prince Qi¡¯s renowned benevolence and virtue, it was unthinkable that he would ever order such a thing. Unfortunately, the Pingyuan Marquisate¡¯s lax control over its subordinates had led to this incident, tarnishing Prince Qi¡¯s reputation.

    "Of course." Prince Qi nodded, turning to his attendant. "Bring the two stewards they mentioned."

    "No need to trouble yourself, Fourth Brother. My men are already on it." Prince Chen smiled. "As you know, my estate breeds fine horses, and my guards are all skilled riders. They¡¯ll be faster¡ªsaves us waiting here longer."

    "Fifth Brother is as thoughtful as ever." Prince Qi¡¯s thumb paused over his jade pendant. "I¡¯d forgotten how many prized steeds you keep."

    "Don¡¯t worry. If you forget again, I¡¯ll remind you." Prince Chen rummaged through the pouch at his waist but found nothing edible, sighing in resignation. "Trivial matters like this don¡¯t bother me."

    Noticing his movement, Jiuzhu retrieved a few strips of dried meat from her own pouch and placed them in Prince Chen¡¯s palm.

    Prince Chen glanced at her, and Jiuzhu blinked back with a smile.

    Lord Wang, watching the pair snack together, took a deep breath.

    How could they eat so casually right after witnessing a flogging?

    True to Prince Chen¡¯s word, his guards returned swiftly¡ªnot only with the two accused stewards but also an additional steward from the Pingyuan Marquisate.

    Upon hearing the accusations, the estate steward looked bewildered: "My lord, we¡¯re just minor stewards of a countryside villa! How would we dare commit such treasonous acts?"

    The two servants, incensed, retorted: "It was your idea! You¡¯re the ones who told us to do it!"

    "I remember you two¡ªdrinking on duty days ago. I docked your pay as punishment. Could this be your revenge, framing me out of spite?" The steward countered. "The Marquisate has strict standards for promotions. Why would they transfer me to the main household for such a ludicrous reason?"

    Lord Wang nodded, finding the steward¡¯s argument plausible. No noble family would reward such insubordination¡ªexpulsion would be more likely.

    Jiuzhu, however, wasn¡¯t listening. Her attention fixed on the Marquisate steward with a scarred chin. Her fingers, resting on her knees, curled slightly.

    That scar¡ªshe¡¯d made it herself, with her little silver hairpin. The blood had dripped onto her face, sticky and foul.

    That pin had been a gift from her masters, saved up for over months. She¡¯d cherished it, polishing it daily before carefully tucking it into her little hair bun.

    When they¡¯d bound her limbs, gagged her, and thrown her into the river, the pin had been lost¡ªperhaps buried forever in the riverbed¡¯s silt.

    "You there." Prince Chen pointed at the scar-faced steward. "Step back. Your face offends this prince¡¯s eyes."

    He popped another piece of dried meat into Jiuzhu¡¯s mouth. "Hungry? It¡¯s nearly noon¡ªtime for lunch."

    Jiuzhu snapped out of her thoughts, chewing quietly as she met Prince Chen¡¯s gaze.

    The scarred steward, though seething, dared not protest. Forcing a grotesque smile, he retreated to a corner, turning his face away.

    "Spacing out again?" Prince Chen arched a brow.

    Jiuzhu touched the hairpin at her temple. She no longer wore her hair in that little bun.

    "Your Highness." She plucked lightly at the jade ornaments hanging from her waist.

    "Hmm?"

    "Nothing." She shook her head, then beamed up at him.

    Prince Chen pointed at her pouch. "Got any more meat?"

    Jiuzhu nodded. "Yes."

    She handed him the entire pouch.

    As Prince Chen munched, Lord Wang concluded the trial, having the two servants confess and sign their testimonies. Only then did Prince Chen speak again:

    "I¡¯ve long heard of the Pingyuan Marquisate¡¯s ways, but even I¡¯m surprised that with such a grave crime, not a single representative has come to account for it."

    The scarred steward in the corner: "..."

    When summoned, he¡¯d been told it was a minor servant dispute¡ªwho knew it¡¯d escalate like this?

    "Ah, forgive me." Prince Chen turned to Prince Qi. "The Pingyuan Marquis is your uncle, Fourth Brother. With you here, no wonder his household feels no urgency."

    Prince Qi¡¯s attendant paled. What was Prince Chen implying?

    "To suffer such an insult, yet receive no apology¡ªclearly, the Marquisate holds me in contempt." Prince Chen rose, pocketing Jiuzhu¡¯s dried meat. "No need to plead for them, Fourth Brother. I¡¯ll seek justice from His Majesty myself."

    Prince Qi¡¯s attendant: "..."

    His Highness hadn¡¯t said a word! Since when was this about pleading?

    After this entire spectacle¡ªdragging everyone to the magistrate, conducting a trial¡ªthe real issue was the Marquisate¡¯s lack of respect?!

    "Fifth Brother¡ª"

    "Save your words, Fourth Brother. As your younger brother, I understand your dilemma." Prince Chen¡¯s crimson sleeves swirled gracefully, his expression magnanimous. "Rest assured, I won¡¯t blame you for this."

    With that, he shot Jiuzhu a meaningful look.

    Jiuzhu quickly rose to her feet. After a moment''s thought, she lifted her delicate chin and snorted at the two servants kneeling on the ground, mimicking Prince Chen''s mannerisms by flicking her sleeves before following him out of the Capital Prefecture''s gates.

    "Hmph! Petty villains." The chief attendant of Prince Chen''s household sneered sarcastically before leading the other guards and attendants in a bustling exit, leaving half the Capital Prefecture''s courtroom abruptly empty.

    Lord Wang hastily clasped his hands and bowed toward the gate where Prince Chen had departed, then turned to Prince Qi with an awkward smile¡ªthough the latter''s expression remained cold. "Your Highness..."

    "Lord Wang has worked hard. This prince shall take his leave." With that, Prince Qi turned and exited the Capital Prefecture.

    Lord Wang removed his official hat and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Being the Capital Prefect was truly a thankless job¡ªnot a single day of peace.

    "Your Highness, what should we do now?" The chief attendant of Prince Qi''s household had not expected Prince Chen to act so... capriciously. The moment they stepped outside the Capital Prefecture gates, he fretted, "This humble servant fears Prince Chen may use this incident to falsely accuse you."

    "Tell the Heir of Pingyuan Marquisate to intercept Prince Chen before he reaches the palace and offer a formal apology," Prince Qi said sternly. "The more sincere the apology, the better¡ªeven if it means kneeling in the street to beg forgiveness. The people must witness the Pingyuan Marquisate''s sincerity in seeking Prince Chen''s mercy."

    "This servant will see to it at once!" The attendant mounted his horse, his resentment toward the Pingyuan Marquisate growing by the minute. Prince Qi had never enjoyed the Emperor''s favor, so he dared not misstep in word or deed. Yet the Pingyuan Marquisate had done nothing but drag him down, using his name to swagger around the capital without offering the slightest assistance.

    After escorting Ming Jiuzhu back to Vice Minister Ming''s residence, Prince Chen turned his horse toward the imperial palace.

    If he said he would lodge a complaint at the palace, he wouldn''t wait until tomorrow.

    Halfway there, Prince Chen spotted two innkeepers bickering across the street, each accusing the other''s chef of failing to cook authentic dishes.

    "My establishment serves the true flavors of the capital! Yours reeks of Lingzhou-style cooking¡ªhow dare you call yourself a century-old capital restaurant?"

    Prince Chen tugged on his horse''s reins and pointed at the innkeeper being accused of inauthentic capital cuisine. To his attendant, he said, "Invite the chef who knows Lingzhou-style cooking to work in my household."

    "Rest assured, Your Highness," the attendant replied promptly. "Before nightfall, this servant will have him brought to your residence."

    Prince Chen turned his head to glare at him. His less-than-stellar reputation outside the palace was partly due to attendants who couldn''t speak properly.

    "Prince Chen! Please, wait!"

    Glancing back at the Heir of Pingyuan Marquisate galloping toward him, Prince Chen signaled his guards. "The market streets are no place for reckless riding. Stop him."

    With that, he patted his horse and leisurely continued toward the palace.

    Did they expect him to halt?

    Hmph.

    Since when did a prince of his standing need a fool from the Pingyuan Marquisate to tell him what to do?

 Chapter 33

    "Your Majesty." The official from the Court of Judicial Review presented the compiled case records to Liu Zhongbao, bowing respectfully to Emperor Longfeng seated on the throne. "All interactions and activities of the relatives involved in the Royal Horseground case have been documented here."

    "You have worked hard, Minister." Emperor Longfeng took the records from Liu Zhongbao and opened the first page, which listed the names of all suspects in meticulous detail. Alongside each name were records of their associations, daily habits, and even trivial details like their favorite foods or days they spent more money than usual.

    A conspicuous red dot marked each name under suspicion.

    To uncover all this, the Court of Judicial Review had gone sleepless for days, but after piecing everything together, they were too terrified to rest. Every piece of evidence, every minor incident, pointed toward the imperial harem.

    What was even more chilling was that these clues branched out like tangled roots, originating from multiple sources¡ªyet all with the same goal: to kill or cripple Prince Chen.

    The official from the Court of Judicial Review kept his head lowered, not daring to speak.

    Prince Chen¡¯s visits to the Royal Horseground had been irregular, yet some of these suspicious spies had been planted there as far back as seven or eight years ago. How old had Prince Chen been then?

    Perhaps this was not just a plot against Prince Chen alone. The imperial princes had turned against one another, each becoming the other¡¯s prey¡ªand Prince Chen was the fattest, most hated lamb among them.

    The hall fell silent as Emperor Longfeng read carefully, scrutinizing every name and word.

    Every single one of these people wanted his son dead.

    Over a decade ago, when he had been confined to his princely estate, Yun Duqing had suffered abuse. Now, as emperor, ruler of the vast lands of Dacheng, would he allow his son to be bullied again?

    "All criminals involved in this case are sentenced to immediate execution," Emperor Longfeng declared, marking each name with a red circle. "As for those in the harem implicated in this matter¡­ continue investigating. Spare no one, no matter their status."

    "Your Majesty!" The official from the Court of Judicial Review paled. "The noble ladies reside deep within the palace. If we investigate further¡­"

    The imperial family¡¯s secrets were as numerous as the fish and shrimp in the moat. If the investigation implicated the mothers of the princes and princesses, would it not tarnish the dignity of the imperial house?

    "Someone seeks my son¡¯s life. As emperor, should I endure this in silence?" Emperor Longfeng tossed the records onto the table. "You excel in investigations, Minister. I trust you will uncover the truth."

    "Your Majesty." The official bowed, his heart heavier than bitter herbs. "This humble servant will proceed discreetly, ensuring no suspicion is aroused among the noble ladies. However¡­" He glanced at Liu Zhongbao. "As an outsider, I am not permitted to move freely within the harem. Some matters may require¡­ the assistance of Eunuch Liu."

    Emperor Longfeng nodded.

    Liu Zhongbao clasped his hands toward the official. "Rest assured, Lord Luo. This old servant will assist you wholeheartedly." S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Many thanks, Eunuch Liu."

    "Think nothing of it, Lord Luo. We both serve His Majesty¡¯s will."

    Liu Zhongbao stole a glance at the emperor, whose knuckles had turned white from gripping the vermilion brush. His Majesty was already in a towering rage.

    At this moment, anyone foolish enough to provoke him would¡ª

    "Your Majesty, Prince Chen requests an audience."

    Emperor Longfeng set down the brush. "Summon him."

    "Father!" Prince Chen strode into the inner hall and dropped to his knees before the throne with a loud thud. "Father, I have been wronged! You must uphold justice for me!"

    Lord Luo turned to stare. Who in the capital would dare bully Prince Chen?

    "Liu Zhongbao, help him up." Emperor Longfeng rose, his suppressed fury erupting. "Who dares disrespect my son?!"

    Lord Luo was stunned. Shouldn¡¯t His Majesty at least ask for details first?

    Since ascending the throne, Emperor Longfeng had governed diligently, ruling with benevolence and virtue. Under his reign, the people of Dacheng flourished, well-fed and clothed. He indulged in no luxuries, nor was he cruel or bloodthirsty. He had not even filled the palace with beauties from the common folk, making him a rare and exemplary ruler.

    Almost exemplary, that is¡ªbecause he doted excessively on Consort Su and her son, Prince Chen. Fortunately, Consort Su was estranged from her family and refused to elevate them, preventing the kind of disastrous consort clan dominance seen in previous dynasties.

    Come to think of it, apart from Consort Su¡¯s strained relations with the civil officials, her excessive favor with the emperor, Prince Chen¡¯s temper, his penchant for ruthless punishment, and his arrogant behavior¡­ had this mother and son really committed any unforgivable atrocities?

    At least they didn¡¯t execute people at a whim.

    Lord Luo shook his head. Too much learning had its drawbacks¡ªone couldn¡¯t help but compare.

    The records of past dynasties were too brutal, making the present seem almost tolerable.

    "Lord Luo, allow me to escort you out." Liu Zhongbao stepped forward, guiding him toward the exit.

    Snapping back to reality, Lord Luo bowed to the emperor and Prince Chen before following Liu Zhongbao. As he reached the door, he overheard Prince Chen muttering about someone¡¯s insolence¡ªhow they had wronged him yet refused to apologize.

    Lord Luo couldn¡¯t help but wonder: Who in the world had the audacity to provoke this prince?

    Outside the hall, Lord Luo spotted Prince Qi approaching hurriedly. Turning to Liu Zhongbao, he said, "No need to see me further, Eunuch Liu."

    "Mind the steps, Lord Luo." Liu Zhongbao flicked his horsetail whisk and nodded. He had noticed Prince Qi as well.

    "Many thanks." Lord Luo passed Prince Qi and bowed in greeting.

    Prince Qi paused to return a half-bow before addressing Liu Zhongbao. "Eunuch Liu, I wish to see His Majesty. Please announce me."

    Liu Zhongbao smiled and bowed. "Your Highness, please wait a moment. His Majesty is currently occupied."

    Hearing the refusal, Lord Luo quickened his pace, not daring to linger.

    Behind the half-closed doors, murmurs of conversation drifted out. Prince Qi knew Yun Duqing was inside. He nodded gracefully. "Understood. Thank you, Eunuch."

    He stepped aside, standing as straight as a pine tree, the picture of noble composure. "I shall await His Majesty¡¯s summons here."

    Liu Zhongbao bowed slightly in acknowledgment.

    "Father, isn¡¯t the Pingyuan Marquisate utterly detestable?" Prince Chen sipped the tea a servant had brought. "Months ago, that brat from the Zheng family called Mother a ¡®seductress¡¯ in the palace. Mother, in her kindness, ignored a child¡¯s impudence¡ªyet now their entire family shows such arrogance!"

    "Father, I am your son. To scorn me is to scorn you." After finishing half his tea, Prince Chen set the cup down. "Had they merely slandered me, I might have let it pass¡ªafter all, my reputation is hardly spotless. But the Ming family has served the throne loyally for generations. Must they suffer unjust accusations simply because their daughter is to marry me?"

    ¡°The Zheng family has held the marquisate for three generations. We have been too lenient with them.¡± Emperor Longfeng lowered his eyelids, his anger flaring further at Pingyuan Marquis¡¯s arrogance. ¡°Summon the officials from the Ministry of Rites. We shall draft an edict.¡±

    Ming Jingzhou was summoned to the palace and found Prince Qi standing outside the gates of Taiyang Palace¡¯s main hall, though it was unclear how long he had been waiting.

    ¡°Lord Ming, you¡¯ve finally arrived. His Majesty has been waiting.¡± Liu Zhongbao greeted Ming Jingzhou with a smile. ¡°Please follow me, my lord.¡±

    Prince Qi licked his dry lips, watching as the grand doors of the hall opened but did not close.

    The Emperor¡¯s voice echoed from within.

    ¡°By Our decree: The Pingyuan Marquisate has failed to discipline its subordinates and disrespected the imperial family. Their title is hereby reduced to that of a count. Effective immediately, all unauthorized estates and furnishings are to be confiscated without delay.¡±

    A cold wind swept withered leaves from the trees. Prince Qi lowered his gaze as a leaf tumbled into the grass, his eyelids trembling faintly.

    His wedding to Sun Caiyao was imminent, yet first, Consort Yang had died, and the Imperial Astronomical Bureau refused to alter the auspicious date. Now, even his maternal family had been demoted. Once word spread, his siblings would surely mock him.

    Were they not all the Emperor¡¯s sons? Why did his father strip him of all dignity, not even sparing him the decency of a proper wedding?

    Ming Jingzhou accepted the imperial edict, now bearing the Emperor¡¯s seal, and glanced at Prince Chen, who was seated and nibbling on pastries.

    Sensing the gaze, Prince Chen set down his snack and brushed his robes, checking for crumbs. Whenever Ming Jingzhou looked at him these days, he instinctively braced himself for another tedious assignment.

    To his surprise, Ming Jingzhou merely offered a faint smile, bowed, and withdrew.

    That smile unsettled Prince Chen so much that he could no longer enjoy his tea or pastries. He wracked his brain, trying to decipher its meaning.

    Perhaps this was retribution for his youthful negligence in studies¡ªnow, his father had saddled him with a father-in-law who never raised his voice yet chilled him to the bone.

    His downfall had begun the moment he stepped into the Ministry of Rites and boasted recklessly in front of Ming Jingzhou.

    Vanity had exacted a cruel price.

    ¡°Lord Ming.¡± Prince Qi bowed as Ming Jingzhou emerged. ¡°Regarding the insolence of the Pingyuan Marquisate¡¯s servants¡ªif they offended your household in any way, I beg your forgiveness.¡±

    Ming Jingzhou sidestepped the gesture and returned a deeper bow, feigning confusion. ¡°Your Highness speaks in riddles. Have the servants of Pingyuan¡ªno, *Pingyuan Count¡¯s* household¡ªuttered some impropriety concerning this official?¡±

    Prince Qi studied Ming Jingzhou¡¯s expression, but the man¡¯s bewilderment seemed genuine, as if he truly knew nothing.

    ¡°A trifling misunderstanding.¡± Prince Qi forced a bitter smile. ¡°I only ask that you disregard any foolish gossip you may hear.¡±

    ¡°Your Highness flatters me.¡± Ming Jingzhou laughed heartily and bowed again. ¡°With your magnanimity, how could I possibly resent you over the words of lowly scoundrels?¡±

    ¡°This official must now deliver the edict. Pardon my haste.¡± Ming Jingzhou knew exactly what Prince Qi wanted to hear¡ªand had no intention of obliging.

    Yes, the rumor-mongering servant had been from the Zheng family¡ªbut who could prove who had orchestrated it?

    News of Prince Qi¡¯s prolonged wait outside Taiyang Palace, denied an audience, and the Zheng family¡¯s demotion soon reached every consort in the inner palace.

    Yet Consort Ning refused to believe the Emperor could be so heartless.

    ¡°My son¡¯s wedding is upon us,¡± she wept. ¡°Even if His Majesty resolved to demote the Zheng family, could he not have waited? At least until after the ceremony!¡±

    ¡°Your Ladyship, anger harms the body. You must take care.¡± Bai Shao gently patted Consort Ning¡¯s back. ¡°As the prince¡¯s mother, any decline in your health would only invite further ridicule upon him.¡±

    ¡°Who dares?!¡± Consort Ning snapped. ¡°My son is peerless¡ªbrilliant, handsome, unmatched among the imperial princes!¡±

    ¡°Hong Mei!¡± She suddenly whirled on her maid and struck her. ¡°What have you done? I tasked you with spreading rumors about the Ming family, yet you used a servant from the *marquisate*? Were you even thinking?¡±

    ¡°Your Ladyship!¡± Hong Mei clutched her stinging cheek, kneeling in supplication. ¡°I swear, I hired vagrants with no household registration¡ªthey never even acted! I don¡¯t know why the marquisate¡¯s servant interfered!¡±

    Even she knew better than to involve the Zheng family directly.

    ¡°Could they truly hate the Mings so much?¡± Consort Ning¡¯s voice dripped with resentment. ¡°Did they even consider the consequences?¡±

    ¡°Your Ladyship, we must abandon our plans,¡± Bai Shao murmured, massaging her mistress¡¯s shoulders. ¡°Thankfully, His Majesty¡¯s fondness for you spared you from blame. But if more rumors spread now, he may trace them back to you and Prince Qi¡­¡±

    At the mention of ¡°fondness,¡± Consort Ning¡¯s gaze flickered to a vase on the table. ¡°Yanze waited outside Taiyang Palace for *an hour* without being received. The Emperor *has* punished us because of the Zheng family.¡±

    ¡°Your Ladyship,¡± Bai Shao soothed, ¡°His Majesty is merely venting his anger. If we distance ourselves from the Zheng household temporarily, he will trust you again.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re right.¡± Consort Ning clung to the reassurance, rejecting the thought of the Emperor¡¯s wrath. ¡°Hong Mei, recall all the hired gossips immediately. Not a word against the Mings!¡±

    Never had her schemes backfired so spectacularly. That Ming girl was clearly her nemesis.

    Worse, she now had to *protect* the girl¡¯s reputation instead of tarnishing it.

    What wretched luck!

    Once news of the Zheng family¡¯s demotion spread, the entire capital learned of their servants¡¯ audacity¡ªslandering the imperial family in public teahouses, tarnishing royal dignity.

    As for the rumors about the Mings? No one cared.

    Once public interest in the Zheng scandal waned, Prince Qi¡¯s upcoming wedding to the Sun family¡¯s daughter became the city¡¯s new obsession.

    ¡°At Prince Huai¡¯s wedding, Princess Huai¡¯s dowry procession stretched from one end of the street to the other. I wonder how Princess Consort of Qi¡¯s dowry will compare?¡±

    ¡°It¡¯ll be grand, surely. The Suns are a prominent family.¡±

    ¡°After Prince Qi¡¯s wedding, it¡¯ll be Prince Chen¡¯s turn, no?¡±

    ¡°Have you all heard¡­ about the *Overbearing Prince*?¡±

    ¡°Yes! They say it¡¯s Prince Chen!¡±

    ¡°No wonder the Emperor favors him most. If I had a son who could subdue bandits *and* win the imperial exams under a false name, I¡¯d die happy.¡±

    Jiuzhu walked silently behind the chattering commoners, doing her best to keep her expression from betraying her unease.

    "The rumors about the domineering prince are getting wilder by the day." Zhou Xiao still remembered the look on her father¡¯s face years ago when he returned home and recounted how Prince Chen had made the imperial tutor faint in frustration.

    Such a prince, pretending to be an ordinary scholar to take the imperial exams? Even Prince Chen himself would probably be too embarrassed to dream up such a farce.

    "Ahem." Jiuzhu turned her head forward. "Sister Zhou, isn¡¯t that Miss Sun from the Sun family inside the perfumery?"

    "Her wedding is in two days. How does she still have the leisure to shop for perfumes?" Zhou Xiao eyed Sun Caiyao with puzzlement, then remembered that Jiuzhu and Sun Caiyao would soon be sisters-in-law. It wouldn¡¯t hurt for them to be on friendly terms. She tugged at Jiuzhu¡¯s sleeve. "Let¡¯s go in and see."

    "Miss Zhou." Sun Caiyao picked up a perfume box and turned, spotting Zhou Xiao and Jiuzhu. She curtsied gracefully. "County Mistress Ming."

    "Miss Sun." Jiuzhu noticed Sun Caiyao¡¯s gaze lingering on her and returned the greeting with a smile, only to sneeze several times in quick succession.

    Sun Caiyao closed the perfume box and set it back on the table. "Some people aren¡¯t accustomed to the scent of perfumes. County Mistress, it might be best to avoid wearing fragrances in the future."

    "Thank you for the advice, Miss Sun." Jiuzhu covered her nose with a handkerchief, sneezing repeatedly as she hurried out of the perfumery, only finding relief once she was outside.

    So Ming Jiuzhu couldn¡¯t tolerate the smell of perfumes¡­

    Sun Caiyao stared absently at the array of exquisite perfume boxes.

    The Ming Jiuzhu from her dreams¡ªhow had she endured the discomfort to light that fatal incense burner?

    A breeze carried the pungent scent of perfumes back to Jiuzhu¡¯s nose.

    "Achoo! Achoo!"

    "Little Ming Pig." A cloak draped over her shoulders. "Why didn¡¯t you wear a cloak when you went out?"

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu sneezed twice more, tears welling in her eyes. "What are you doing here?"

    "This prince was on his way to the Ministry of Works when I happened to see you." He glanced up at the sky, his lips quirking with amusement. "Seems like tomorrow will be a sunny day."

    "Why do you say that?" Jiuzhu blinked at him, her eyes still watery.

    Prince Chen couldn¡¯t resist¡ªhe reached out and pinched her little hair bun, delighted to find it just as soft as before. Smirking, he withdrew his hand. "I won¡¯t tell you."

    "Achoo!" Nearby, a child sneezed, and an elder patted his head. "When a dog sneezes, the skies clear¡ªtomorrow will surely be sunny."

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu slowly, very slowly, lifted her gaze to Prince Chen, who had already remounted his horse. "So you were calling me a dog just now?"

    Sun Caiyao had just stepped outside when she overheard the remark.

    She frowned, studying Prince Chen on horseback. In her dreams, the Ming girl had been so devoted to him she¡¯d even schemed against Prince Qi¡ªyet here in reality, Prince Chen was calling her a dog?

    Zhou Xiao, noticing Sun Caiyao¡¯s expression, offered an awkward smile. "Perhaps... this is just the domineering prince¡¯s way of flirting with his betrothed?"

    Sun Caiyao¡¯s frown deepened. What was wrong with Miss Zhou today? Normally so sharp-witted, yet now she was spouting nonsense?

 Chapter 34

    **Chapter Excerpt**

    "What puppy?" Prince Chen looked utterly baffled, as if he had no idea what Jiuzhu was talking about. "When did I ever call you a puppy?"

    "I heard it just now." Jiuzhu pouted, her eyes glistening with grievance. "They say when a dog sneezes, the next day will be sunny."

    "Absolute nonsense. Why have I never heard such a saying?" Prince Chen declared righteously. "Such rustic superstitions are baseless. Someone as clever as you wouldn¡¯t believe such things, right?"

    Zhou Xiao and Sun Caiyao exchanged glances¡ªwhat a coincidence, both of them had indeed heard that "rustic superstition" before.

    "Really?"

    "Of course." Prince Chen dismounted and adjusted Jiuzhu¡¯s cloak. "Do you really think I¡¯m the kind of man who teases young girls?"

    Sun Caiyao and Zhou Xiao: *That¡­ actually sounds exactly like you.*

    After a moment of serious contemplation, Jiuzhu nodded slowly. "Your Highness truly isn¡¯t that kind of person."

    Sun Caiyao stared at Ming Jiuzhu in surprise. *Was she really this easy to coax?*

    Prince Chen exhaled in relief. *Next time I tease Ming Jiuzhu, I¡¯ll make sure no one else is around. If she gets upset, I wouldn¡¯t even know how to comfort her.*

    "But then, why did Your Highness say tomorrow would be sunny when I sneezed?" Jiuzhu asked curiously. "Is there some special meaning?"

    "Well¡­ it¡¯s related to a legend." Prince Chen spun a tale on the spot. "They say in the capital¡¯s Fairy Tear Lake, there lives a lake fairy. If she weeps, it rains in the city. If she sneezes, the next day will be clear and bright."

    Zhou Xiao, standing behind Jiuzhu, furrowed her brows. *Since when did Fairy Tear Lake have such a legend?*

    *Why had she never heard of it?*

    At the mention of "Fairy Tear Lake," Sun Caiyao froze in a daze. It was there that she and Prince Qi had pledged their love. That day, Prince Qi had stood by the lake in snow-white robes, ethereal as an immortal descending to the mortal realm.

    "Now do you understand?" Prince Chen clasped his hands behind his back and sniffed lightly. "I was calling you a little fairy, yet you thought I was insulting you. Ming Jiuzhu, how could you wrong me like this?"

    Jiuzhu thought for a moment, then tugged at Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve. "Your Highness, I was wrong." She peeked at his expression. "I won¡¯t misunderstand you again."

    "Really?" Prince Chen turned his head. "I don¡¯t believe you."

    "Really, really!" Jiuzhu nodded earnestly. "From now on, I¡¯ll believe everything you say. The Three Pure Ones can bear witness¡ª"

    "Ah!" Hearing her invoke the gods, Prince Chen hastily cut her off. "I¡¯m not a petty man. Why would I hold a grudge over something so trivial? Just remember that today, I was praising you for being like a little fairy."

    "Oh." Jiuzhu nodded. "I¡¯ll remember."

    Prince Chen gazed at her lively eyes and couldn¡¯t help thinking, *This girl might be a bit slow, but she¡¯s rather adorable. Round eyes, a tiny mouth, delicate brows¡ªeven the little buns on her head are tied more charmingly than other girls¡¯.*

    ¡°Are you here to buy incense?¡± He noticed the spice shop behind her. ¡°There¡¯s a lady-in-waiting in my mother¡¯s palace skilled in blending fragrances. Tell me what scent you like, and I¡¯ll have her prepare it for you. The spices outside aren¡¯t as refined¡ªtheir quality falls short.¡±

    Afraid he might actually send her spices, Jiuzhu quickly shook her head. "Sister Zhou and I were just passing by. I¡¯m not used to the smell of spices; it makes me sneeze."

    *So that¡¯s why she was sneezing earlier*, Prince Chen mused. *Before Ming Jiuzhu marries into the Wangfu, I¡¯ll have to toss out all the spices. Otherwise, I¡¯ll be listening to her sneezes all day.*

    "Very well, I¡¯ll keep that in mind." Prince Chen finally seemed to notice Zhou Xiao behind Jiuzhu and gave her a brief nod. Before Zhou Xiao could return the courtesy, his attention was back on Jiuzhu as he pulled out two silver notes. "Buy whatever you like. Don¡¯t hold back."

    *Your future husband is wealthy.*

    He didn¡¯t say it aloud, but the thought lingered in his mind.

    "Your Highness, I brought money today." Jiuzhu patted her purse. "The Palace Administration just delivered this month¡¯s stipend."

    Prince Chen regretfully tucked the silver notes away. *Ah, right. Ming Jiuzhu is a county princess now¡ªshe has her own income.*

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu hadn¡¯t forgotten the snowscape painting she¡¯d promised him. She stood on tiptoe and whispered, "The painting is almost done. I¡¯ll bring it to you once the Ministry of Rites goes on break."

    Prince Chen paused. "...Alright."

    Jiuzhu brightened. "Then go attend to your duties, Your Highness. Don¡¯t let me delay you."

    As Prince Chen mounted his horse, he pondered a new dilemma: *How do I ensure Ming Jiuzhu never loses confidence in her artistic skills?*

    *Would calling a deer a horse be going too far?*

    After Prince Chen left, Zhou Xiao linked arms with Jiuzhu. "You paint as well?"

    "A little." Jiuzhu smiled modestly. "But His Highness happens to like my work."

    "You¡¯re of the Ming bloodline¡ªit¡¯s no surprise you¡¯re skilled. My father once mentioned that your father, Vice Minister Ming, was an excellent painter. A pity he only painted for your mother, so none of his works circulate. Occasionally, someone claims to have an authentic piece, but your father always denies it." Zhou Xiao found Jiuzhu¡¯s talent unsurprising. "If even Prince Chen admires your paintings, you must have inherited¡ªor even surpassed¡ªyour father¡¯s gift."

    "You flatter me, sister. How could my work compare to my father¡¯s?" Jiuzhu sighed. "But Mother says Ming family paintings can only be given to family or one¡¯s beloved. If descendants break this rule, misfortune follows. Otherwise, I¡¯d paint one for you too."

    Zhou Xiao shared her regret. "What a shame. But ancestral rules must be respected."

    "Though there¡¯s still hope! Once you and Sixth Brother Fu..." Jiuzhu covered her mouth, giggling. "Soon, you¡¯ll be family!"

    "So this is your scheme!" Zhou Xiao¡¯s cheeks flushed as she playfully scolded, "Where did you learn such mischievous tricks?"

    She reached out to poke Jiuzhu¡¯s cheek, but Jiuzhu dodged with a laugh. The two ended up tumbling into their carriage, their laughter spilling out into the street.

    Listening to their merriment, Sun Caiyao couldn¡¯t help doubting her own dreams again.

    *Was the Ming Jiuzhu in her dreams truly as clever and ruthless as she remembered?*

    "Young mistress, did you still want this box of fragrant orchids?" A shop assistant emerged, holding an intricately carved wooden box.

    Snapping out of her thoughts, Sun Caiyao took the box and motioned for her maid to pay.

    "Thank you, young mistress. We hope to serve you again." The assistant beamed before retreating inside.

    "My lady," the maid ventured cautiously, "does Consort Ning truly favor orchid fragrances?"

    Sun Caiyao nodded slowly and handed her the spice. "Once we return, burn this to scent the new clothes I¡¯ll take to Prince Qi¡¯s residence." She remembered vividly¡ªin her dreams, Consort Ning had adored the scent of orchids.

    "Consort Ning is gentle and kind-hearted. Why must you change the incense you¡¯re accustomed to over such a trivial matter, Miss?" the maid whispered. "It¡¯s truly unfair to you."

    "What¡¯s unfair? Husband and wife are one," Sun Caiyao glanced at the incense box in the maid¡¯s hand. "Once I marry into Prince Qi¡¯s household, I¡¯ll be the rightful Princess Consort Qi. If I can win my mother-in-law¡¯s favor, managing the household will be effortless."

    Being a royal wife was no easy task, but as a daughter of the Sun family, she was determined to be the finest consort.

    Prince Chen¡¯s visit to the Ministry of Works wasn¡¯t to retrieve important archives, but to pressure them for progress. With the year¡¯s end approaching, the gates of the Ministry of Rites needed repainting, and the withered plants had to be replaced. Carrying the hopes of all the Ministry of Rites officials, he stepped through the Ministry of Works¡¯ doors.

    Upon hearing of Prince Chen¡¯s arrival, the Minister of the Ministry of Works immediately felt a headache coming on. "I am unwell today. Have Vice Minister Wu receive His Highness Prince Chen."

    "Sir," an official quietly reminded him, "Vice Minister Wu left the capital two days ago for disaster relief."

    The Minister rubbed his temples as he stood up. "Ensure His Highness is properly attended to without any neglect. I¡¯ll be there shortly."

    Wu Mian was the father-in-law of Prince Huai, making him a relative of the imperial family. He would have been the ideal person to receive Prince Chen. Unfortunately, the most suitable candidate had already departed the capital.

    Could it be that Prince Chen had recommended Wu Mian for disaster relief precisely for this moment?

    The realization struck the Minister like lightning. No wonder Prince Chen had actively helped Prince Huai¡¯s father-in-law secure merit¡ªit was all to exploit the Ministry of Works more effectively!

    He should have known. The imperial family¡¯s hearts were black to the core; they never did anything out of pure goodwill.

    "Greetings, honorable ministers." Prince Chen didn¡¯t bother distinguishing the Ministry of Works officials, waving off their formalities and directly spreading the Ministry of Rites¡¯ renovation blueprint before them. "I¡¯ve come today to discuss the Ministry of Rites¡¯ restoration plans. Please examine the drawings."

    "Discuss?"

    The officials fell silent as they studied the blueprint, which meticulously detailed even the types of flowers, the number of pots, and their exact dimensions.

    Was this really a discussion?

    The Minister skimmed the drawings and forced a smile. "Your Highness, didn¡¯t we just replace the desks, chairs, and windows at the Ministry of Rites a few days ago?"

    "I¡¯m aware, which is why the blueprint makes no mention of desks or windows," Prince Chen leaned back in his chair, utterly unapologetic. "Take a closer look¡ªaren¡¯t they missing?"

    The Minister: "..."

    Should he be thanking His Highness for his frugality?

    "Your Highness, the blueprint requires extensive modifications. I fear we cannot complete them before the year¡¯s end," the Minister set down the drawings with a strained smile. "Perhaps we could start with the gates and main structures first. The plants and decorations can wait until after the new year."

    Some matters, if delayed long enough, could be quietly forgotten. In this regard, the Ministry of Works officials were seasoned experts.

    "Minister, you jest." Prince Chen paid no heed. He sipped the tea served by the officials before leisurely rising. "His Majesty often praises the Ministry of Works for its achievements¡ªbuilding dams, improving roads, establishing marketplaces, and inventing farming tools for the people¡¯s convenience. All these tasks were executed swiftly and flawlessly, earning the people¡¯s acclaim."

    At this, the officials straightened slightly, pride flickering in their eyes. Prince Chen wasn¡¯t wrong¡ªthe Ministry of Works had contributed greatly to the empire¡¯s prosperity.

    "If the Ministry can accomplish such monumental tasks with perfection, then a minor renovation for the Ministry of Rites should be effortless." Finishing his tea, Prince Chen gave them an encouraging smile. "I eagerly await your good news at the Ministry of Rites."

    With that, he departed, thoroughly satisfied.

    "Did we¡­ ever actually agree to follow this blueprint?" one official finally spoke up after a long pause. "Is it too late to call Prince Chen back?"

    "What do you think?" the Minister replied flatly.

    The official: "..."

    The room fell silent again as they stared at the blueprint. Finally, someone muttered, "Had we known this would happen, we should¡¯ve begged His Majesty to assign Prince Chen to our ministry instead."

    Back when they¡¯d heard Prince Chen was assigned to the Ministry of Rites, they¡¯d laughed heartily. Now, they regretted it deeply.

    Who could¡¯ve guessed Prince Chen wasn¡¯t just domineering but also fiercely protective of his own?

    "Aren¡¯t there other princes yet to be assigned duties? Perhaps one will end up in our ministry soon."

    "But¡­ is there any prince as favored by His Majesty as Prince Chen?"

    The silence returned. There truly wasn¡¯t.

    "Enough," the Minister sighed, handing the blueprint to the Vice Minister of the Right. "Since this is a matter assigned by His Highness, and Vice Minister Wu is absent, you¡¯ll oversee it."

    The Vice Minister of the Right: "..."

    What had he done to deserve this?

    The next morning, craftsmen from the Ministry of Works were already hammering away at the Ministry of Rites¡¯ roofs, walls, and courtyards. Minister Li En stroked his beard, watching them with deep satisfaction.

    Who said Prince Chen was troublesome?

    Such slander was utterly baseless.

    Not only had he brought warmth and hope to the Ministry of Rites, but he¡¯d also secured them new roofs and walls. Under his influence, the ministry was becoming more splendid by the day.

    What a fine young man.

    Spotting Ming Jingzhou passing by the corridor, Li En called out, "Brother Ming, a moment, please."

    "Minister." Ming Jingzhou halted and bowed, accidentally dropping the list of successful candidates in the Mingjing Examination from his sleeve.

    "This is¡­?" Li En eyed the fallen scroll.

    "Ah." Ming Jingzhou picked it up casually. "Just the Mingjing Examination results."

    Li En knew what it was¡ªwhat he wanted to know was why Ming Jingzhou had it. The Mingjing Examination had never been highly regarded until His Majesty¡¯s reign, when emphasis on foundational governance elevated its status. S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Why do you have this?"

    "His Highness Prince Chen has finished copying the books I assigned him earlier," Ming Jingzhou tucked the list back into his sleeve. "Since His Majesty assigned him to our ministry, it wouldn¡¯t do to leave him idle."

    But His Majesty hadn¡¯t sent Prince Chen to the Ministry of Rites to copy books.

    Li En glanced up at the ongoing renovations. "Brother Ming, isn¡¯t this¡­ somewhat inappropriate?"

    "How so?" Ming Jingzhou replied calmly. "Great heights are built from the ground up. Copying and memorizing texts will only benefit His Highness."

    Li En inhaled sharply. From Ming Jingzhou¡¯s tone, it seemed he intended to keep Prince Chen copying books indefinitely?

    "Brother Ming." Li En, as the Minister of Rites, felt he should demonstrate some sincerity toward His Highness Prince Chen. "I¡¯ve been occupied with official duties lately and haven¡¯t had the chance to engage with Prince Chen. Now that I have some free time, perhaps Brother Ming and I could guide him in familiarizing himself with affairs?"

    After speaking, he quickly offered Ming Jingzhou a friendly smile. The two had known each other for years, and after becoming colleagues in the Ministry of Rites, Ming Jingzhou had proven himself diligent and beyond reproach. Li En had no desire to let Prince Chen¡¯s affairs strain their relationship.

    Ming Jingzhou looked up at him and paused before responding, "Does my lord believe my methods of instructing the prince are inadequate?"

    "Brother Ming, you misunderstand¡ªI meant no such thing." Li En¡¯s heart tightened. "You¡¯ve always been of delicate constitution, and I worry that handling Ministry affairs while also teaching Prince Chen might overtax you. If I assist with the prince, you¡¯d have less burden."

    "I see." Ming Jingzhou bowed in apology. "I misinterpreted my lord¡¯s concern. Please forgive my presumption."

    "We¡¯ve known each other for years¡ªno need for such formalities." Li En studied Ming Jingzhou¡¯s expression, ensuring he wasn¡¯t upset, before continuing, "Then may I take charge of His Highness Prince Chen?"

    "My lord is too kind." Ming Jingzhou bowed deeply.

    "It¡¯s only natural." Li En finally relaxed. Their professional rapport remained intact, and he hadn¡¯t failed the prince¡ªa win-win.

    "Then I shall first deliver this register to His Highness and have him copy it." Ming Jingzhou smiled. "I trust he can manage both copying texts and learning governance under your guidance."

    Li En: "¡­"

    Ah, so your grudge against Prince Chen runs deep.

    "My lord, what do you think of this arrangement?"

    "Excellent." Just as Li En spoke, Prince Chen strode in cheerfully, carrying two large food boxes. In that instant, Ming Jingzhou¡¯s expression darkened.

    It seemed Brother Ming¡¯s prejudice against the prince was indeed profound.

    Prince Chen carried the lunchboxes Jiuzhu had prepared at home and approached his future father-in-law, who was still conversing with Li En. "Minister Ming, I¡¯ve brought the meals. Shall we dine together?"

    "Your Highness is too considerate." Ming Jingzhou bowed in thanks.

    "No need for formalities, please." Having dined on the Ming family¡¯s home-cooked meals for days, the prince had grown accustomed to it.

    Li En cast a sympathetic glance at Prince Chen. The poor prince likely had no idea Ming Jingzhou was deliberately making things difficult for him.

    "Your Highness, in two hours, I must inspect the newly constructed academy. If you have no other engagements, would you accompany me?"

    "Is this the Hongwen Academy, the one His Majesty personally ordered built?" Prince Chen vaguely recalled hearing of the project.

    "Indeed." Li En smiled. "His Majesty values nurturing talent. The funds for its renovation even came from the imperial privy purse."

    Prince Chen muttered under his breath, "Father¡¯s privy purse seems bottomless."

    Ming Jingzhou, standing beside him, silently turned to glare.

    "Your Highness?" Li En hadn¡¯t caught the prince¡¯s words. "Would you honor me with your company on this visit?"

    "Certainly." Prince Chen grinned. "I, too, am curious to see the academy His Majesty holds in such esteem."

    Before Li En and Prince Chen had even set foot outside, word of their excursion reached the ears of the other princes.

    "Li En is taking Prince Chen to inspect Hongwen Academy?" Prince Qi sneered upon hearing the news. "I¡¯ve heard the Ministry of Rites recently secured substantial renovation funds. No wonder Li En is fawning over Yun Duqing."

    "Your Highness, Li En doesn¡¯t strike me as the type to grovel for wealth and status," his advisor interjected. "At a recent scholarly gathering, he praised you lavishly. Might there be some misunderstanding?"

    "Misunderstanding?" Prince Qi laughed coldly. "Before profit, even the noblest souls can turn vile. I never place blind faith in human nature."

    "Rest assured, Your Highness. My sources confirm Vice Minister Ming still harbors deep resentment toward Prince Chen." The advisor sought to reassure him. "I suspect Li En is merely acting out of courtesy by escorting the prince. After receiving such generous funding, the Ministry of Rites can¡¯t very well keep making him copy texts without some gesture of reciprocity."

    Li En had risen from poverty through the imperial examinations¡ªhow could such a man ever admire a wastrel like Prince Chen?

    "I recall Consort Su has a lady-in-waiting skilled in perfumery. Yun Duqing, having grown up under her care, shares that fondness for scents. Since moving into Chen Prince¡¯s Mansion, he¡¯s reportedly kept several perfumers on staff?" Prince Qi approached the incense burner, gazing at its long-cooled ashes. "I¡¯ve heard of a certain fragrance that brings sweet dreams and restful sleep."

    "Your Highness, since the incident at the horse grounds, Chen Prince¡¯s Mansion has been infiltrated by the Emperor¡¯s secret guards. I fear our operatives lack opportunities to access the prince¡¯s personal effects."

    "Why act ourselves?" Prince Qi smirked. "My dear brothers are far more curious about Chen Prince¡¯s Mansion than we are."

    "Understood!" The advisor grasped his meaning instantly. "I¡¯ll see to it at once."

    "So this is Hongwen Academy?" Prince Chen, astride his horse, eyed the cluster of thinly clad scholars gathered outside the academy gates. "Are these all students?"

    "Not yet." Li En observed the impoverished youths and explained, "The academy hasn¡¯t officially opened for enrollment, but His Majesty decreed that admission would be based solely on merit, not social standing."

    Though he spoke the words, he knew the truth¡ªeducation required substantial funds. Even if these commoners gained entry, few could compete with scions of noble houses.

    "Then why are they all waiting outside?"

    "While enrollment hasn¡¯t begun, the academy permits free copying of its texts." Li En¡¯s voice carried both pity and unspoken melancholy as he watched the shivering scholars who refused to leave. "Rare books are prohibitively expensive. Being able to copy them freely saves considerable silver."

    "I see." Witnessing their determination, Prince Chen pulled several banknotes from his sleeve and handed them to Li En. "Use this to buy ink, brushes, and paper for their copying."

    "Your Highness?" Li En stared at him in astonishment.

    "Take it. This trifling sum means nothing to me." The prince shuddered slightly, his tone laced with reverence for the scribes¡¯ toil. "As a fellow sufferer of endless transcription, I understand their hardship."

    Li En accepted the notes and, after a long pause, bowed deeply. "On behalf of these scholars, I thank Your Highness."

    "Don¡¯t thank me. This silver came from Father anyway." Prince Chen waved dismissively. "If you must thank someone, thank His Majesty."

    After all, it was merely a fraction of what the Emperor had secretly funneled to him from the privy purse.

    "Your Highness¡¯s pure-hearted generosity commands my deepest respect."

    Hmm¡­

    Prince Chen turned to look at Li En. How could a mere matter of a few banknotes equate to having a "pure heart"?

    When civil officials lavish praise, their words are as polished as their crafted essays¡ª

    though one shouldn¡¯t take them too seriously.

 Chapter 35

    "Your Highness, please proceed to the left. This is the Pavilion of Quiet Reflection." The Dean of the academy smiled awkwardly. "The courtyard next to it is planted with fruits and vegetables. Once the students arrive, it will not only supplement their meals but also help reduce expenses."

    Prince Chen glanced at the garden and nodded. "Radishes are excellent¡ªnourishing and versatile. If there are too many, they can even be dried for preservation."

    "Your Highness has a keen eye. These are indeed radishes." The Dean praised in an almost exaggerated tone. "Your Highness understands the common folk¡¯s way of life so thoroughly. To know even such details¡ªtruly, you care for the people like a father would!"

    Li En forced an awkward smile. The Dean was his former classmate¡ªa man pedantic in nature, devoted to academia, and overlooked for important positions over the years. It was precisely because of such qualities that His Majesty had chosen him to serve as the first Dean of Hongwen Academy.

    However, flattery was not his forte. He was more likely to step on toes than to please.

    "Your Highness, what the Dean meant was that despite your noble upbringing, you never forget to concern yourself with the people''s livelihood." Li En spoke softly, attempting to smooth things over for his friend. "He meant no offense."

    Prince Chen waved his hand. "This prince understands. Let us proceed to inspect the rest."

    After touring the entire academy, Prince Chen praised, "It is well-built. Since this academy was established through His Majesty¡¯s efforts, this prince should also contribute. Later, I will have my attendant deliver three thousand taels of silver¡ªuse it to furnish what is needed and purchase necessities."

    "Many thanks, Your Highness, many thanks!" The Dean was overjoyed. Perhaps he did have a talent for flattery after all¡ªhow else could he have secured such a generous sum?

    All past rumors about Prince Chen vanished from his mind. The only thoughts left were: *Prince Chen is magnanimous! Open-handed! Lavish in his generosity!*

    Once Li En and Prince Chen had departed, he happily plucked a few large radishes and called out to the lingering students: "Tonight, there will be meat in the dishes!"

    "Prince Chen is truly benevolent. Not only has he provided funds for paper and ink so you may copy books freely, but he has also donated three thousand taels for the academy¡¯s improvement." The Dean was moved to tears. "His Highness is a good man."

    The impoverished students, already salivating at the mention of meat, rose to their feet upon hearing that Prince Chen had personally funded their study materials. They bowed deeply in the direction of the imperial palace.

    *His Majesty is a good man, and Prince Chen is a good man as well.*

    One student, red-faced with shame, spoke up: "In the past, I was ignorant and believed what others said¡ªthat His Highness had... certain unsavory traits. I was foolish."

    "Gossip is a fearsome thing. All of you are scholars. Whether or not you are admitted to Hongwen Academy in the future, I hope you remember one thing." The Dean looked at the students solemnly. "When you hear rumors among the people, listen¡ªthen reflect. Never listen and believe blindly."

    "Thank you for your guidance, Dean." The students bowed in gratitude.

    "You are still young. Soon, I hope you will become pillars of the empire¡ªloyal to your sovereign above, blameless before the people below, upholding justice beneath the open sky." The Dean smiled, shaking the dirt off a radish. "We scholars must remember this to our dying day: *Act with a clear conscience.*"

    News of Prince Chen¡¯s donation to Hongwen Academy spread quickly. Fewer scholars spoke ill of him now, and some even began to praise him. Even in teahouses, among the popular tales of *The Overbearing Prince*, the most beloved was *The Overbearing Prince Takes the Imperial Exams*.

    The common folk reasoned: *Surely, the prince must have taken the exams himself to understand the hardships scholars face. That¡¯s why he spent so much on the academy.*

    The story was absurd, but the people adored it. Whenever storytellers performed *The Overbearing Prince Takes the Imperial Exams*, crowds would gather in teahouses and under bridges to listen.

    "Even a fool like Yun Duqing knows how to win over scholars now." Prince Huai paced angrily in his study upon hearing the rumors. "You all claimed the Ming family wouldn¡¯t support him. If not for Ming Jingzhou¡¯s advice, how could a man of his intellect devise such a strategy to sway public opinion?"

    His advisors were equally surprised that Prince Chen had dared to use the emperor¡¯s academy for his own reputation. "Your Highness, Hongwen Academy was established by His Majesty. If Prince Chen exploits it for personal gain, he may end up harming himself."

    "Harming himself?" Prince Huai scoffed. "Do you truly believe His Majesty would resent him over such a trivial matter?"

    The advisors exchanged puzzled glances. Was this not enough to provoke displeasure?

    "You say this only because you¡¯ve never witnessed the extent of Father¡¯s favoritism toward Yun Duqing." Prince Huai let out a cold laugh. "You don¡¯t understand him at all."

    On the day of their father¡¯s enthronement, before the ceremony had even begun, he had stood outside Taiyang Palace and watched as the emperor bent down to carry the nearly eight-year-old Yun Duqing on his back¡ªuncaring that the child might wrinkle his dragon robes.

    From that moment, he knew: in His Majesty¡¯s heart, Yun Duqing was different from the rest of them.

    All these years, he had avoided conflict with Prince Chen because he understood better than anyone that the emperor would always side with him.

    "Then... should we follow Prince Chen¡¯s example and donate to Hongwen Academy?" an advisor suggested. "It would earn Your Highness a reputation for benevolence."

    Prince Huai: "..."

    *Three thousand taels of silver¡ªnot mere stones.*

    His household had countless expenses. How could he frivolously toss away thousands of taels like Yun Duqing?

    "Forget it." Prince Huai dismissed the idea. "With Yun Duqing having taken the lead, any donation from us would yield little benefit. Let this matter rest."

    Seeing their prince unwilling to spend, the advisors exchanged glances and acquiesced.

    As Prince Huai¡¯s advisors had anticipated, word eventually reached Emperor Longfeng.

    "Duqing has grown considerably under Ming Jingzhou¡¯s influence¡ªhe even cares for impoverished scholars now." The emperor smiled approvingly. "Had I known he would mature so well, I would have appointed Ming Jingzhou as his tutor long ago."

    Liu Zhongbao chimed in with a smile: "His Highness is soon to be wed. Naturally, he is no longer the same as before."

    "The Ming family..." Emperor Longfeng sighed, guilt stirring in his heart.

    In their youth, the three Ming brothers had been celebrated scholars, parading through the streets on horseback in glory¡ªuntil they were imprisoned on false charges and exiled to the frontier.

    Not long after their banishment, the late emperor, swayed by treacherous ministers, confined him to his princely estate.

    He had never imagined that those two years of isolation would both torment and preserve him. His brothers had rebelled, and in the end, some died, some were crippled, and the luckiest among them were sent to guard the imperial tombs.

    *What had Father been thinking when he passed the throne to me on his deathbed?*

    "If not for me, Ming Jingzhou would not have been separated from his daughter for sixteen years." Emperor Longfeng shook off his thoughts and glanced at the night outside. "Tomorrow is the wedding of the fourth prince and Miss Sun?"

    "Yes, Your Majesty." Liu Zhongbao answered quietly.

    He expected the emperor to issue rewards for either the Sun family or Prince Qi, but after a long silence, no such order came.

    "Your Majesty, Consort Ning requests an audience."

    "The night is late." Emperor Longfeng did not turn. "Tell Consort Ning to retire early."

    **Chapter Excerpt**

    "Yes." The young eunuch bowed and retreated from the hall, approaching Consort Ning, who stood waiting outside. "Your Highness, the wind is strong tonight. You should return early to rest."

    Consort Ning gazed at the brightly lit Taiyang Palace and smiled gently. "I understand. Thank you for delivering the message."

    She turned and walked down the long palace corridor, where crimson lanterns swayed in the night breeze.

    "Your Highness." Hong Mei supported her arm. "The night is cold. Please take the palanquin and let the servants carry you back."

    "I wish to walk." Consort Ning pushed Hong Mei aside and looked up at the lanterns hanging beneath the eaves, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. "Tomorrow is my son¡¯s wedding, yet His Majesty refuses to see me. How utterly heartless."

    Consort Su had bewitched the Emperor to such an extent that the entire harem was reduced to mere decoration because of her.

    She resented the Emperor¡¯s cruelty, but even more, she loathed Consort Su for seducing His Majesty¡¯s heart. Every waking moment, she wished for Consort Su and her worthless son to perish.

    "Your Highness." Bai Shao glanced at Hong Mei, who had been shoved aside, and stepped forward to steady Consort Ning. "Among all the royal consorts, Miss Sun holds the most distinguished lineage. If His Majesty bestows further lavish rewards, the other princes will surely grow envious of Your Highness'' son."

    "You¡¯re right." Consort Ning tightened her grip on Bai Shao¡¯s hand. "None of those girls¡ªwhether from the Wu, Liu, or Ming families¡ªcan compare to my son¡¯s bride."

    Bai Shao suppressed the pain as Consort Ning¡¯s nails dug into her palm, forcing a smile. "If His Majesty truly disliked the Prince, why would he assign him to the Ministry of Revenue? In this humble servant¡¯s opinion, perhaps His Majesty is protecting him."

    Blood welled from Bai Shao¡¯s palm, trickling down Consort Ning¡¯s nails.

    When Consort Ning finally released her, the cold wind stung the wound, making Bai Shao curl her fingers in pain.

    ---

    Prince Qi¡¯s wedding was a grand affair. Princes, princesses, and court officials all gathered at Prince Qi¡¯s residence to offer their congratulations. The estate was adorned with vibrant red lanterns, even the treetops draped in festive silk. The street outside was packed with carriages from noble households, bustling with excitement.

    By the time the Ming family¡¯s carriage arrived, the line of vehicles stretched beyond the alley. Recognizing the Ming family¡¯s status, the guests ahead stepped down to apologize and even offered to yield their spot.

    "Absolutely not." Ming Jingzhou quickly declined with a courteous bow. "The Prince¡¯s residence isn¡¯t far from here. Might I suggest we dismiss the carriages and proceed on foot?"

    "An excellent suggestion, Lord Ming." The man glanced at the other Ming carriage. "Is that your lady and daughter?"

    "Indeed." Ming Jingzhou returned the bow. "Please excuse me while I fetch my wife and child." Sear?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Take your time, Lord Ming." The man bowed once more.

    When Lady Shen and her daughter descended from the carriage, he couldn¡¯t help but steal a few glances. A young girl in a pale yellow dress hopped down, then turned to offer her hand to the woman inside.

    The girl had an endearing face, her smile bright and lively.

    Seeing Lady Shen step down and affectionately adjust the golden hairpin in the girl¡¯s hair, he knew¡ªthis must be the future Princess Chen.

    No wonder rumors circulated among the ministers that Ming Jingzhou was reluctant to let his daughter marry into Prince Chen¡¯s household. Who would willingly give away such a sweet, charming daughter to a domineering prince?

    "So many people." Jiuzhu stared at the congested street. "How will the bridal sedan pass through all these carriages?"

    "The imperial guards will clear the way soon." Lady Shen¡¯s mood seemed subdued as she gazed at the red silk draping the streets, her expression tinged with melancholy.

    "Mother, are you unwell?" Jiuzhu asked worriedly.

    "No." Lady Shen studied her daughter¡¯s innocent face. *Does this child truly understand what marriage entails?*

    "Your uncle wrote a few days ago. He¡¯ll return to the capital in about a week." Lady Shen changed the subject. "When Brother Fuli asks you to go out, don¡¯t agree."

    "Why not?"

    Lady Shen chuckled. "Your uncle plans to test his studies. I suspect he¡¯ll use you as an excuse to escape punishment."

    "Oh." Jiuzhu nodded slowly, already scheming to intervene when her uncle scolded Brother Fuli. As a girl meeting him for the first time, surely her uncle wouldn¡¯t humiliate Brother Fuli in front of her.

    Lady Shen saw right through her but said nothing.

    ---

    "Lord Ming Jingzhou of the Ministry of Rites, accompanied by his wife and daughter, congratulates His Highness on his wedding!"

    At the announcement, guests turned toward the entrance. Officials acquainted with Ming Jingzhou approached to exchange greetings. After addressing a string of uncles and elders, Jiuzhu followed her mother to the inner courtyard reserved for noblewomen.

    "Little Sister Ming!" Miss Chen spotted Jiuzhu and curtsied to Lady Shen before eagerly taking Jiuzhu¡¯s arm. "The others have been waiting for you. Come sit with us!"

    Lady Shen watched fondly as Jiuzhu was whisked away by her friends, then joined the other matrons.

    ---

    "An envoy from Bright Moon Palace, Consort Su, congratulates Prince Qi on his joyous union!"

    "An envoy from Zhaoxiang Palace, Consort Xu, congratulates Prince Qi on his joyous union!"

    "An envoy from Yunlai Palace, Consort L¨¹, congratulates Prince Qi on his joyous union!"

    "Sister Chen," Jiuzhu whispered, "who is Consort Xu of Zhaoxiang Palace?"

    Neither at Consort Su¡¯s birthday banquet nor during the scripture-copying event had she heard mention of Consort Xu.

    "Consort Xu is Prince Huai¡¯s mother. Since His Majesty¡¯s ascension, she has lived in seclusion, devoted to prayer. No one knows why. Some say she wronged His Majesty, but I doubt it."

    Jiuzhu blinked in surprise.

    "Shh." Miss Chen pulled her into a corner. "I know you¡¯re discreet, and since you¡¯ll soon marry into the imperial family, it¡¯s best you hear this. Consider it a lesson in caution."

    "His Majesty¡¯s birth mother was neglected by the previous Emperor and suffered greatly in the harem. It¡¯s said she died from illness without proper medicine. After ascending the throne, His Majesty showed compassion to the palace women, establishing the Palace Treasury to ensure no one deprived them of necessities." Miss Chen sighed. "A pity the Empress Dowager passed too soon to enjoy his filial devotion."

    "But¡­ what does this have to do with Consort Xu?"

    Miss Chen tapped Jiuzhu¡¯s cheek. "Because even if His Majesty pities the women of the harem, he would never tolerate a betrayal from his own consort. That¡¯s why the rumors about Consort Xu don¡¯t hold water."

    "Perhaps His Majesty tolerates her out of gratitude for bearing Prince Huai?"

    "Oh, you." Miss Chen shook her head, amused. "You don¡¯t understand men."

    Jiuzhu frowned. How had a simple question spiraled into this?

    The Grand Master once said that if some matters remain unfathomable no matter how hard you ponder, perhaps the truth is as simple as it appears on the surface. It¡¯s just that people tend to complicate straightforward things, only to end up deceived by their own minds.

    As night fell, the bride descended from her sedan chair. Jiuzhu squeezed into the corridor with the other young ladies to catch a glimpse of the groom and his bride.

    Miss Sun of the Sun family wore a phoenix crown, her delicate hands holding a fan to veil her face. She gently grasped one end of the red silk bridal ball as she stepped through the inner gate. Prince Qi, the groom, held the other end, his crimson wedding robes making his face appear somewhat pale in contrast.

    "The bride has entered!"

    Behind them, children cheered, but someone suddenly shoved Jiuzhu hard¡ªfortunately, she had been steadying herself against the railing and didn¡¯t budge.

    She whipped her head around and locked eyes with a little brat.

    "You¡­ I didn¡¯t mean to!" The Second Young Master Zheng pushed through the crowd and immediately bolted.

    But after only a few steps, he felt his collar yanked, and suddenly, he was lifted into the air.

    "Waa¡ª"

    "Shut it." Prince Chen glared at him impatiently. "If you dare make another sound, I¡¯ll strip your family of their noble title so thoroughly there won¡¯t be a scrap left!"

    The Zheng family¡¯s little terror stared at Prince Chen with teary eyes, too frightened to scream. "Y-you can¡¯t bully a child!"

    "What¡¯s wrong with bullying a child?" Prince Chen dropped the brat onto the ground and smirked coldly. "A brat like you? Ten years ago, I could¡¯ve kicked twenty of you halfway across the city with one foot."

    Jiuzhu gazed at Prince Chen with admiration. His Highness was even more impressive than her.

    The child trembled in fear. His family had warned him¡ªthis prince was especially wicked, the kind who ate misbehaving children who didn¡¯t sleep properly.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu struggled through the crowd, reached out, and hoisted the child up again. "Why did you push me?"

    "Let me go, you evil woman!" The brat kicked his legs. "I¡¯ll tell my cousin how you bullied me!"

    "You¡¯ll tell *who*?" Prince Chen rapped the child sharply on the forehead. "With me here, who exactly do you think you can tattle to?"

    The child¡¯s face scrunched up, and he opened his mouth, ready to wail.

    "Go ahead. Cry." Prince Chen crossed his arms. "Guards! Summon the Zheng family¡¯s adults. I *love* hearing both old and young weep together."

    "Hic!" The brat choked back his sobs, forcing them down his throat.

    "Ah, so you *do* understand human speech." Prince Chen sneered. A brat who pretended innocence while causing mischief¡ªdid he really think he could outdo the prince? Back in the day, *he* had been the king of troublemaking children.

    "Fine, put him down. I doubt he¡¯ll dare run now." Pretending not to notice Jiuzhu¡¯s surprising strength, Prince Chen caught the sly glint in the child¡¯s eyes and added, "But if he does, I¡¯ll throw the entire Zheng family into the dungeons."

    Jiuzhu set the brat down and whispered in Prince Chen¡¯s ear, "You¡¯d really jail the whole Zheng family?"

    Prince Chen: "¡­"

    She actually believed a threat meant to scare a child?

    "Do *you* want them imprisoned?"

    If his little Ming Piglet truly wished for it, he¡¯d make it happen¡ªit wasn¡¯t entirely impossible.

    "Never mind." Jiuzhu looked down at the Zheng child. "I saw you push me on purpose earlier."

    "It was an accident!"

    "No, it wasn¡¯t." Jiuzhu stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Prince Chen. "You used *that* much force¡ªhow could it *not* be deliberate?"

    Realizing he couldn¡¯t weasel out of it, the brat snapped, "Fine, I did it on purpose! So what?"

    "You¡¯re just a lackey of that wicked consort, marrying a child-eating prince! If it weren¡¯t for you, our family wouldn¡¯t have lost our rank! You¡¯re nothing but¡ª" He racked his brain for the word he¡¯d heard days ago. "¡ªa *jinx*!"

    Jiuzhu immediately rolled up her sleeves.

    "What are you doing?" Prince Chen, seeing her fiery temper flare, hastily tugged her sleeves back down.

    "Teaching this brat a lesson!" She rolled them up again.

    "Let it go." Prince Chen grabbed her wrist. "The child¡¯s just ignorant¡ªit¡¯s the adults who failed to teach him. Later, I¡¯ll take you to bully *them* instead."

    Jiuzhu struggled briefly before freezing. She looked up at him, eyes brimming with hurt. "But he insulted you¡­ and Consort Su too."

    Prince Chen paused, then reached out to adjust the crooked pearl hairpin at her temple. "Silly girl. If you hit him here, everyone will just say, ¡®He¡¯s just a child, let him go.¡¯"

    "Then what do we do?"

    "Find a quiet spot, dig a hole, and bury him." Prince Chen tossed out the words lightly, his smile frigid. "A brat this annoying is beyond saving."

    The child, who had been holding back his tears, finally burst into loud, terrified sobs.

    Prince Qi had just escorted his bride to the bridal chamber when a eunuch rushed to him. "Your Highness, there¡¯s trouble!"

    "What happened?" Prince Qi frowned.

    "Young Master Zheng tried to push down Miss Ming, then fled when Prince Chen caught him. He also¡­ insulted Consort Su, Prince Chen, and Miss Ming." The eunuch¡¯s shoulders trembled¡ªwhether from fear or the cold wind, it was hard to say.

    Prince Qi sighed. "I¡¯ll handle it."

    Inside the bridal chamber, Sun Caiyao overheard the conversation and felt her disdain for the Zheng family grow. What use were they besides causing trouble for His Highness?

    In the side hall, Prince Chen eyed the cowering Zheng family. "I thought allowing your servants to slander the imperial family was already bold enough. Turns out I underestimated you."

    "Your Highness, this humble wife failed to discipline her son. I beg for your mercy!" Countess Pingyuan knelt, weeping. "Please show leniency¡ªhe¡¯s only a child¡­"

    "Children mimic what adults say and do." Jiuzhu cut in. "So his behavior reflects *your* influence."

    "That¡¯s not what I meant!" The Countess panicked. "I wouldn¡¯t dare speak ill of the imperial family!"

    She yanked her son forward and smacked him twice. "Apologize to His Highness and Miss Ming!"

    "Spare me the theatrics." Prince Chen stood, his voice icy. "As Fourth Brother¡¯s relatives, every single thing you¡¯ve done has been to provoke me. Whether you acted alone or under orders, today¡¯s matter *will not* go unpunished."

    "Fifth Brother!" Prince Qi pushed the door open, taking in the kneeling Zheng family. "Today is my wedding. For my sake, don¡¯t let outsiders turn this into a spectacle."

    "When the Zheng family plotted against my future wife, they didn¡¯t spare *your* dignity." Prince Chen scoffed. "Don¡¯t worry, Fourth Brother. I¡¯d never assume *you* instructed them."

    The Zheng family paled.

    Prince Qi turned to Jiuzhu, who had remained silent. Cupping his hands, he bowed slightly. "Miss Ming, my brother has always been forthright. Might I ask you to persuade him to reconsider? Escalating this will only embarrass everyone."

    He¡¯d noticed Prince Chen¡¯s unusual regard for her¡ªperhaps she could rein him in.

    "Prince Qi." Jiuzhu rose gracefully and curtsied deeply in return to his greeting. "Today''s incident began when your cousin ambushed a defenseless young lady like myself from behind, did it not?"

    Prince Qi glanced at the Zheng family members before giving a slight nod.

    "Your Highness intervened to uphold justice for me, yet your cousin had the audacity to hurl insults at him." Jiuzhu frowned, as if struggling to comprehend Prince Qi''s stance. "So, while His Highness defended my honor, you expect me to speak on your behalf and stop him?"

    "Prince Qi, surely you must be jesting with me?"

 Chapter 36

    The room fell into complete silence.

    Prince Qi had not expected Jiuzhu to speak such words. According to the imperial family rules of the Yun clan, a royal wife must be gentle, virtuous, and well-mannered, refraining from stirring discord among the imperial kin and instead fostering harmony and resolving conflicts.

    He had assumed Ming Jiuzhu was simply young and ignorant, which was why he felt compelled to remind this future Princess Consort of Chen in such a setting. Yet, to his surprise, she acted without any regard for royal dignity, blindly following Prince Chen''s lead.

    The silence was broken by Prince Chen¡¯s derisive laugh. He stood up and glanced down at the Zheng family members kneeling on the floor in apology. "Today is Fourth Brother¡¯s joyous occasion. Whatever matter this is can wait until tomorrow."

    Attendants from the Chen Prince''s Mansion bowed and opened the doors. The cheerful laughter of the guests drifted in with the breeze, grating on the nerves of the kneeling Zheng family.

    "A fine night should not be wasted." Prince Chen walked to the doorway and gestured. "Fourth Brother, after you."

    Without waiting for Prince Qi¡¯s response, he beckoned to Jiuzhu. "Little Pig Ming, come with me."

    Jiuzhu hurried to Prince Chen¡¯s side. Today, instead of her usual twin buns, she wore her hair in an elegant feathered updo. As she moved, the phoenix-wing hairpins beneath her hairstyle shimmered like a descending phoenix, dazzling under the glow of the red lanterns.

    For a moment, Prince Qi was forced to blink against the brilliance. When his vision cleared, he felt a dark, simmering urge to rid himself of Ming Jiuzhu once and for all.

    "Fourth Brother." Prince Chen suddenly met his gaze and pulled Jiuzhu behind him. "We take our leave."

    Watching Prince Chen escort Ming Jiuzhu away, Prince Qi sighed wearily and turned back to the Zheng family. "Return home for now. Tomorrow, when my consort and I present tea at the palace, we will find a solution."

    "Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you!" Though Countess Pingyuan was Prince Qi¡¯s aunt by marriage, she dared not act presumptuously before him. While the world believed Earl Pingyuan''s Mansion was the maternal family of Consort Ning, she knew the truth¡ªConsort Ning and her husband were not born of the same mother. Their relationship was merely one of mutual exploitation.

    "Second Cousin may be young, but he should still be disciplined." Prince Qi cast a cold glance at the Second Young Master of the Zheng Family. "Ming Jiuzhu is the future daughter-in-law favored by Consort Su. Who gave you the audacity to oppose her?"

    "Your Highness," Countess Pingyuan quickly interjected, sensing Prince Qi¡¯s lingering displeasure over the incident with the two servants, "those attendants were not arranged by our household. I beg Your Highness to investigate."

    Prince Qi studied the Zheng family for a long moment before bending to help Countess Pingyuan up, his tone softening. "Aunt, you exaggerate. I merely offer a word of caution. The world is treacherous. Many know how close my maternal family is to me, and I fear jealous enemies may seek to harm you because of me."

    "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. This humble woman will tighten discipline in the household and avoid troubling you further."

    "Aunt, how could matters concerning my maternal family ever be a burden to me?" Prince Qi clasped his hands behind his back and smiled. "The night is late. I shall have my men escort you home."

    "Your servant thanks Your Highness."

    Countess Pingyuan understood¡ªPrince Qi was disappointed in them. Yet, being kind-hearted, he would not make things difficult for the family.

    At Earl Pingyuan''s Mansion, servants idly gossiped about the grandeur of Prince Qi¡¯s wedding when word came that their masters had returned.

    The servants scrambled in confusion¡ªwhy had they returned so early?

    "Wait!" A senior steward stopped a scar-faced man. "Scarface, you¡¯re not needed. The master has ordered that from now on, you are not to appear in public."

    Scarface forced a smile. "Then what duties am I to take up?"

    "You¡¯ll wait for the master¡¯s arrangements." The steward flicked his sleeves and hurried off.

    Watching the steward leave, Scarface touched the jagged mark on his chin, his eyes burning with fury.

    The image of the girl who had slashed his face flashed in his mind, and he gnashed his teeth, his hatred unquenched. If not for the fear of leaving behind evidence, he would have dismembered her, made her suffer inch by inch before killing her.

    Drowning her in the river, bound and gagged, had been too merciful.

    Soon, he overheard servants whispering about why their masters had returned early.

    "That Ming girl seems to have a grudge against our household. Every time she¡¯s involved, our family suffers."

    "Who knows the affairs of nobles? All we know is that whoever offends Prince Chen meets misfortune. Since the Ming girl is his betrothed, she stands with him."

    Scarface traced the scar on his chin, recalling how Prince Chen and Ming Jiuzhu had shamed him for his ugliness at the magistrate¡¯s office. His expression darkened with malice.

    The Great Cheng dynasty flourished, and the capital and major cities had long lifted curfews. Even after leaving Prince Qi¡¯s mansion, Jiuzhu could still see vendors setting up stalls along the streets.

    Lady Shen lifted the carriage curtain and glanced at Prince Chen, who rode alongside. Noticing her gaze, he flashed her a polite smile.

    Returning a stiff nod, Lady Shen let the curtain fall and looked at her drowsy daughter, whose head bobbed like a woodpecker¡¯s. She pulled Jiuzhu close, letting her rest against her shoulder.

    Jiuzhu nuzzled against her mother¡¯s neck and drifted off peacefully.

    Lady Shen sighed. This carefree child, who believed the sky wouldn¡¯t fall as long as taller people stood beneath it, took entirely after her father.

    When the carriage arrived at the Ming residence, Ming Jingzhou alighted from the front carriage and approached Prince Chen. "Thank you for escorting us, Your Highness."

    "No need for formalities, Minister Ming. I was merely passing by." Prince Chen stole a glance at Jiuzhu¡¯s carriage but saw no sign of her stepping out. "I shall take my leave now."

    "Your Highness, forgive me for not stepping out to see you off. My daughter has always kept an early bedtime and is already asleep in the carriage." Lady Shen lifted the curtain slightly. "Safe travels, Your Highness."

    Eats well, sleeps soundly, and rarely uses her head¡ªwhat else could she be but a little pig?

    Hearing Jiuzhu was asleep, Prince Chen turned his horse and rode off into the night.

    In the misty streets, food vendors cleared used bowls while patrolling guards on horseback reminded them to mind their fires and keep the roads clean.

    A drunken man staggered past, nearly plunging headfirst into a vat of boiling oil. The captain of the guards hauled him aside, but the man continued muttering nonsense, while the terrified vendor bowed repeatedly in thanks.

    "Well, if it isn¡¯t you again." Prince Chen observed the scene and addressed the guard who had saved the drunkard. "What¡¯s your name?"

    The captain hesitated¡ªwas being remembered by this prince a blessing or a curse?

    "This humble officer is Yu Jian, at Your Highness¡¯s service." Yu Jian dismounted and saluted.

    "Yu Jian." Prince Chen nodded. "You have good reflexes. Wasting them as a mere captain seems a shame."

    Yu Jian¡¯s scalp prickled. Was Prince Chen about to recruit him as one of his underlings?

    But the prince said nothing more. After a long look, he spurred his horse and rode away.

    He watched Prince Chen''s retreating figure, then glanced at the drunken man sprawled on the ground, muttering nonsense. "Take him back. Once he sobers up, let him return on his own."

    Gazing once more in the direction Prince Chen had left, his heart twisted with conflict. What exactly did His Highness Prince Chen intend? Truthfully¡­ if the monthly stipend were generous enough, becoming a lackey under the Chen Prince''s Mansion wouldn¡¯t be entirely unacceptable.

    As dawn broke, Prince Qi and his consort, Princess Qi, arrived early outside Taiyang Palace, awaiting an audience with the emperor.

    "Your Highness, Your Grace," an elderly eunuch stepped out of the hall and bowed to the couple. "This humble servant congratulates you both on your joyous union. Though bound by duty to the palace and unable to attend the celebrations at your mansion, I beg your forgiveness." Liu Zhongbao straightened and gestured inward. "His Majesty bids you enter."

    "Thank you, Eunuch Liu." Sun Caiyao offered a graceful nod and retrieved a red envelope from her sleeve. "You¡¯ve served His Majesty tirelessly. This is a token of our gratitude, prepared specially by His Highness."

    The envelope bore the character for "double happiness." Liu Zhongbao accepted it with both hands, bowing deeply. "This old servant dares to bask in your auspicious blessings. Please, follow me."

    He kept the envelope in hand, unopened, even as they entered the hall and stood before Emperor Longfeng.

    "Your Majesty, Prince Qi and his consort have come to pay their respects and serve tea."

    Emperor Longfeng smiled warmly at the couple. "Why so early?"

    "Today marks my first audience with my bride to honor you, Father. I dared not delay." Prince Qi knelt, lifting a teacup from the attendant¡¯s tray. "Please accept this tea, Your Majesty."

    Sun Caiyao mirrored his gesture, kneeling beside him. "Please accept this tea, Father."

    Liu Zhongbao moved to present the cups, but the emperor waved him off, taking them himself. After sipping, he spoke kindly, "You are now husband and wife. Cherish and support one another, share your hearts, and walk together till white hairs grace your heads."

    "Your son humbly obeys your counsel."

    Pleased, Emperor Longfeng turned to retrieve two jewel-inlaid boxes from a eunuch, placing one in each of their hands. "You may retire."

    Prince Qi raised the gift high in gratitude before escorting his bride from Taiyang Palace.

    Outside, he regarded Sun Caiyao with gentle approval. "My consort carries a faint orchid fragrance?"

    She nodded shyly.

    "Mother adores that scent as well. This pleases me." His words were interrupted by the approach of Consort Su, perched on a palanquin, surrounded by attendants and clutching branches of red plum blossoms.

    "Well, if it isn¡¯t Prince Qi." Consort Su¡¯s voice dripped with lazy disdain as she looked down at the bowing couple, making no move to excuse them. "I¡¯ve already heard of last night¡¯s¡­ excitement at your mansion. How bold you¡¯ve become, wedding a daughter of the Sun Family¡ªdaring even to scheme against *my* future daughter-in-law."

    "Honorable Consort, I beg you to understand¡ª"

    "Did I ask for your explanation?" Her beautiful eyes narrowed, blending charm with icy mockery. "Weren¡¯t you raised with royal etiquette? Or have you forgotten even basic decorum?"

    Prince Qi bowed deeper, silencing himself.

    Yet Consort Su was far from finished. "Now that you¡¯ve a household of your own, learn what *proper* conduct means. The Zheng Family lacked discipline, so I taught them. If *you* remain ignorant, I¡¯d gladly instruct you in Consort Ning¡¯s stead."

    "This junior spoke out of turn. Forgive me, Honorable Consort." He bowed again.

    "Today is your wedding morn. For Princess Qi¡¯s sake, I¡¯ll let this pass." A derisive laugh escaped her lips. "But mark me¡ªthere won¡¯t be another chance."

    "Gratitude, Honorable Consort."

    As Consort Su¡¯s procession swept toward Taiyang Palace, Prince Qi turned to Sun Caiyao with a pained smile. "Forgive me, my consort. You shouldn¡¯t have endured such humiliation."

    She shook her head. "The fault wasn¡¯t yours."

    No¡ªthe blame lay solely with Consort Su¡¯s arrogance.

    By the time they finished serving tea to Consort Ning and departed, news erupted from Taiyang Palace: the Zheng Family¡¯s noble rank had been slashed from earl to the lowest baroncy. No consideration was spared for Prince Qi¡¯s wedding day.

    Sun Caiyao understood instantly¡ªConsort Su¡¯s morning visit with those plum blossoms had been to lodge a complaint with the emperor.

    Glancing back at Lanxu Palace, she sighed. With the Zheng Family¡¯s repeated demotions, Consort Ning¡­ would not be pleased.

    The Zheng Family had become the capital¡¯s laughingstock. Yet despite the gossip, they braved the public¡¯s scorn to apologize at the Ming residence.

    With the family patriarch bedridden, Madame Zheng and her eldest son, Zheng Wangnan, undertook the humiliating task.

    To their surprise, the Ming Family not only refrained from hostility but welcomed them warmly, flinging open the main gates. Observers praised the Mings for their magnanimity.

    Yet the kinder the Mings behaved, the more the Zhengs squirmed, perched uneasily in the reception hall.

    "Young Lady Ming," Madame Zheng forced a smile, presenting a gift list. "This is but a small token for my son¡¯s transgressions. Please accept it."

    "You honor me too much, Madame." Jiuzhu rose to return a courteous bow. "What¡¯s past need not linger in your thoughts."

    Madame Zheng¡¯s chest ached as if stabbed. *Need not linger?!* Their title degraded, their pride trampled¡ªhow could this *not* matter?

    Swallowing fury and shame, she clung to her brittle smile. What wretched fate was this?

    "Master! Mistress! Young Mistress!" A servant burst in, beaming. "Eldest Master has returned to the capital!"

    "Truly?!" Ming Jingzhou leapt to his feet. "My brother¡¯s been away so long¡ªno doubt his own estate lacks proper preparations. I¡¯ll fetch him here at once!"

    "Husband." Lady Shen caught his arm. "It¡¯s cold outside. Don¡¯t forget your cloak."

    She then turned to Jiuzhu. "Go with your father."

    Eager to meet her enigmatic uncle, Jiuzhu hopped down and raced after Ming Jingzhou.

    "Ah, father and daughter¡ªboth so reckless with the cold." Lady Shen chuckled before noticing Madame Zheng and Zheng Wangnan trembling. "Are you chilled, Madame Zheng? Young Master Zheng?"

    "N-no, not at all." Zheng Wangnan¡¯s face had paled. "Your kindness is unnecessary."

    It wasn¡¯t the cold that shook them¡ªit was sheer terror at Ming Jinghai¡¯s return.

    Every official knew: Ming Jinghai wasn¡¯t just a scholarly top-tier graduate, but a master swordsman. During his imperial exams, he¡¯d single-handedly subdued a band of mountain thieves, dragging them to the magistrate for bounty.

    After Emperor Longfeng¡¯s ascension, armed with the Emperor¡¯s Sword, he¡¯d executed countless corrupt officials. Commoners hailed him as the "Blue Sky Judge," while nobles privately called him the "Black-Faced Reaper."

    They¡¯d come to apologize¡ªnot to be cleaved in two by Ming Jinghai¡¯s blade.

    When Jiuzhu first laid eyes on her uncle, she immediately sensed he was unlike the typical refined officials. His skin was sun-darkened, his brows thick and eyes large, with a bushy beard covering his chin. A sword hung at his waist, and he walked with a vigorous, imposing stride.

    "Is this¡­?" Ming Jinghai''s booming voice softened abruptly at the sight of Jiuzhu''s fair, delicate face. "My dear niece?"

    "Uncle." Jiuzhu bowed to Ming Jinghai, her gaze fixed on him without blinking.

    "My niece is truly lovely." Ming Jinghai rummaged through his pockets but found nothing suitable as a gift for a young girl. Finally, he untied the pouch from his waist. "I don¡¯t know what you girls like these days. Take this money and spend it as you please."

    "Father." Ming Cunfu eyed the pouch in Jiuzhu¡¯s hand with envy¡ªhis father had never been so generous with him.

    The cheerful expression on Ming Jinghai¡¯s face vanished the moment he saw his youngest son. "While I was away from the capital, did you study? Practice your calligraphy? Did you take good care of your sister?"

    Ming Cunfu: "..."

    "Brother, Cunfu has been diligent in his studies and never neglected his duties," Ming Jingzhou intervened, taking Ming Jinghai¡¯s arm. "Come, let¡¯s return to the manor first. You can freshen up, and we¡¯ll catch up over lunch."

    "Then I¡¯ll trouble you, Third Brother." Ming Jinghai didn¡¯t stand on ceremony with his younger brother and followed him back to the Ministry of Personnel¡¯s residence. Along the way, he kept stealing glances at Jiuzhu, who noticed and responded with a bright, squinty-eyed smile.

    Ming Jinghai¡¯s heart melted at his niece¡¯s expression. Without hesitation, he unfastened the jade pendant from his waist. "Jiujiu, this pendant is of fine quality. Take it as a toy."

    "Brother, no¡ªthis was bestowed by His Majesty! How can you give such a thing to a little girl who knows nothing of its value¡­"

    "Jiujiu is His Majesty¡¯s future daughter-in-law. What¡¯s wrong with giving it to her?" Ming Jinghai pressed a firm hand on Ming Jingzhou¡¯s shoulder, leaving no room for argument. "This is for my niece. You have no say in the matter."

    Jiuzhu looked up at Ming Jinghai, her eyes sparkling. *Uncle is so domineering!*

    As time passed, Zheng Wangnan¡¯s legs trembled as if struck by palsy, sweat pouring down his forehead.

    "Madame, it¡¯s growing late. My son and I should take our leave," Madame Zheng said, her face pale as she stood. "We wouldn¡¯t want to intrude on your family reunion. Farewell."

    "Madame, this junior bids you farewell." Zheng Wangnan¡¯s legs wobbled as he supported his nearly unsteady mother. "Goodbye."

    "Madame and Young Master, you¡¯ve come all this way. At least stay for a meal," Lady Shen urged with a smile. "Why rush off?"

    "No, no, we couldn¡¯t."

    Madame Zheng shot Lady Shen a resentful look. *You don¡¯t want us to stay for a meal¡ªyou want us dead.*

    Lady Shen smiled as she watched the Zheng mother and son hurry away, then turned to the maidservant beside her. "Did the Master and the Eldest Master enter through the main gate?"

    "Yes, Madame."

    Lady Shen¡¯s smile deepened, sweet as honey.

    Just as the Zheng pair stepped out of the main hall, they collided with the bearded Ming Jinghai.

    "What? Which reckless brat dared to ambush you from behind?" Ming Jinghai¡¯s thick brows furrowed at the news that someone had targeted his niece. "They¡¯ve got no sense of decency!"

    *Thud!* The sound of someone collapsing to the ground echoed.

    Ming Jinghai turned and saw Zheng Wangnan sprawled on the floor.

    "Young Master Zheng, can¡¯t even walk properly?" He strode over, hauling Zheng Wangnan up by the collar.

    "Uncle," Jiuzhu pointed at the man in his grip. "It was his younger brother who pushed me from behind."

    Ming Jinghai released his hold, letting Zheng Wangnan drop back to the ground. His eyes blazed with fury. "So the Zheng Family dares to bully my niece?"

    "N-no, no, Lord Ming! It¡¯s all a misunderstanding, I swear!" Zheng Wangnan¡¯s voice quivered. "Please let me explain¡ªno, clarify! It¡¯s a clarification!"

    "Clarify what? Do you think my niece would lie to me?" From the moment he saw her, Ming Jinghai knew¡ªshe was a Ming through and through. With only one precious girl among the three brothers¡¯ descendants, how could a Ming ever tell falsehoods?

    "I don¡¯t want explanations." Ming Jinghai swung his massive hand through the air, making Zheng Wangnan and his mother cower. "Get out of the Ming residence now. We¡¯ll settle this tomorrow."

    Zheng Wangnan scrambled to his feet, took two steps, then remembered his mother and rushed back to support her. Together, they fled the Ming manor in disgrace.

    "Don¡¯t be afraid, niece." Ming Jinghai raised his hand to pat Jiuzhu¡¯s head but hesitated, fearing his strength might hurt her, and withdrew it. "With your uncle here, the Zheng Family won¡¯t get away with this."

    "Thank you, Uncle." Jiuzhu beamed. "But Consort Su and His Highness already avenged me. You¡¯ve just returned¡ªdon¡¯t trouble yourself over such trivial matters."

    "You mean Consort Su and Prince Chen?" Ming Jinghai turned to Ming Jingzhou. "Is this true?" S~ea??h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Ming Jingzhou nodded. "Jiuzhu is right. Consort Su and Prince Chen did teach them a lesson."

    He hadn¡¯t yet mentioned to his elder brother how Consort Su and Prince Chen sent gifts to their household every few days.

    Ming Jinghai pondered, then nodded in understanding. "Well, she *is* a favored consort¡ªought to be good for something. What¡¯s the point of being favored if she lets others bully you?"

    Ming Cunfu silently turned his head away. *Father, you sound like a proper villain just now.*

 Chapter 37

    After dining and freshening up at his younger brother''s residence, Ming Jinghai stepped outside to find the palace carriage awaiting him at the gates of the Ming family manor.

    As they passed the Ministry of Rites, Ming Jinghai noticed its vermilion-lacquered doors and the imposing stone lions flanking the entrance. He turned to the coachman: "Eight months ago, when I left the capital, the Ministry didn¡¯t look like this."

    "Your Excellency, the Ministry has been undergoing renovations," the coachman explained. "The stone lions and paving stones were recently replaced."

    The carriage wheels rolled over the newly laid flagstones, and Ming Jinghai studied the rebuilt walls in silence.

    "Your Excellency must be wondering why such extensive changes were made?"

    Ming Jinghai glanced at the imperial coachman with amusement. "You¡¯ve guessed correctly."

    "Some time ago, His Highness Prince Chen was assigned to oversee the Ministry by His Majesty. Seeing its dilapidated state, the prince couldn¡¯t bear the thought of officials working in such poor conditions and petitioned the Emperor for repairs." The coachman lightly flicked the reins. "Before long, the Ministry was transformed."

    "My thanks for the explanation." Ming Jinghai lowered the carriage curtain and stroked his freshly shaven chin. There were three routes from his brother¡¯s home to the palace¡ªonly the longest one passed directly by the Ministry¡¯s front gate before entering through the Vermilion Bird Gate.

    Had this coachman deliberately drawn his attention to the Ministry¡¯s changes? Was this the Emperor¡¯s design, or the driver¡¯s own initiative?

    Upon meeting Emperor Longfeng, Ming Jinghai presented the confidential evaluation reports of officials and recounted his observations along the way.

    "We¡¯ve missed your service, dear subject." The Emperor guided Ming Jinghai to a seat. "With loyal ministers like you, We are spared the fate of becoming a blind ruler upon the throne..."

    "Your Majesty flatters this unworthy servant." Ming Jinghai¡¯s eyes reddened slightly. "To earn Your Majesty¡¯s trust is an honor worth dying for."

    Deeply moved, Emperor Longfeng patted his shoulder. "Good, good, good."

    After this triple praise, the conversation turned casual. The Emperor inquired after Ming Jinghai¡¯s health and journey, then gently broached another matter: "We know your bond with your late wife ran deep. Yet with her passing these many years, your household lacks a mistress¡¯s care. Perhaps We might select a worthy lady to attend to your needs?"

    "Your Majesty¡¯s kindness humbles me. At fifty, I¡¯ve grown accustomed to solitude¡ªwhy burden some fine young woman? Flowers and jade deserve better than a twice-widowed man with two grown sons, let alone the duties of managing my household."

    "Nonsense! A man of your talents disparages himself too easily."

    "Your Majesty." Ming Jinghai shook his head with a smile. "I pledged undying loyalty when I married my wife in youth. That she departed early is misfortune enough¡ªhow could I face her in the afterlife having broken my vow?"

    Seeing his sincerity, the Emperor relented. "Since we¡¯ve been parted so long, tonight you shall drink and converse with Us till dawn."

    Ming Jinghai rose and bowed. "As Your Majesty commands."

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

    "Your Highness, His Majesty sends word that he¡¯ll be conversing with Ming Jinghai tonight and cannot visit. He bids you not to kick off the blankets and to retire early." Xiangjuan approached Consort Su. "Shall I convey any message?"

    "Ming Jinghai?" The consort¡¯s beautiful eyes flickered. "He¡¯s returned?"

    Xiangjuan nodded. "Eunuch Liu said he arrived today."

    "As Jiuzhu¡¯s uncle, he¡¯s effectively family to my son." After a pause, Consort Su instructed: "Send those new pastries from the kitchen to Taiyang Palace¡ªsay they¡¯re for His Majesty and Ming Jinghai to sample."

    Xiangjuan blinked in surprise. Never before had the consort sent food during imperial audiences.

    "The Ming family is different." A knowing smile played on Consort Su¡¯s lips. "Just do as I say."

    "Yes, Your Highness." Xiangjuan personally delivered the delicacies to Liu Zhongbao. "Eunuch Liu, if you please."

    "Of course, Auntie." The eunuch accepted the box without inspecting its contents. "This servant takes his leave."

    After his departure, Xiangjuan found the consort gazing absently at her mirror. Gently massaging her shoulders, she ventured: "Missing Miss Ming?"

    Consort Su laughed. "Don¡¯t tease¡ªlest the Mings think I¡¯m stealing their daughter."

    "This gloomy weather reminds me of an old memory." Removing her phoenix hairpin, the consort reclined on the daybed. "Remember eight years ago, when Du Qing and I fished from a pleasure boat in Lingzhou? The child he rescued¡ªthat girl of about nine?"

    "Why recall that now?" Xiangjuan stored the hairpin as a maid brought a stool. "You warned His Highness never to speak of it."

    "I don¡¯t know why, but I keep seeing that little girl¡ªhow she wept silently without a sound." Consort Su gave a self-deprecating smile. "Am I growing old?"

    "Nonsense! No sixteen-year-old could rival Your Highness." Xiangjuan chuckled. "It¡¯s just your tender heart sympathizing."

    "We¡¯d meant to try Lingzhou¡¯s famous baked fish that day, but saving that child meant missing the meal." Closing her eyes, the consort murmured: "A fair trade¡ªone dish for a life."

    "Kindness begets blessings. Your compassion will be rewarded." Noticing her mistress¡¯s drowsiness, Xiangjuan draped a quilt over her and sat quietly in vigil.

    She remembered it well¡ªthe planned imperial incognito trip for Lingzhou¡¯s fish abandoned when urgent dispatches arrived. To console the disappointed prince, the consort had taken him boating. Instead of fish, his line had hauled up a bound child.

    Plump and fair-skinned, clearly well-cared for, the girl had survived because thick winter clothes kept her afloat despite tied limbs. Frozen stiff, gagged mute¡ªonly when Du Qing removed the cloth and wrapped her in his fox-fur cloak did she begin shivering with silent tears.

    After changing into dry clothes and accepting candies from the prince, she finally spoke¡ªyet refused to reveal her origins.

    Xiangjuan barely recalled the child¡¯s words, only the startling clarity of her eyes as she performed an almost monastic bow, vowing: "This unworthy one will repay Your Highnesses¡¯ mercy."

    As if carving their faces into her soul.

    After the incident, the Empress secretly sent people to investigate Lingzhou City and learned that a child trafficking case had occurred there. The local soldiers were tracking the kidnappers, and along the way, they discovered several children who had been abandoned in haste by the traffickers.

    It seemed that the little girl was also one of those discarded by the kidnappers.

    The child had no idea how vast the world was, nor that the Empress was no ordinary noblewoman. In all likelihood, she would never have the chance to meet Her Majesty again in her lifetime.

    "If I had known the girl was merely taken by traffickers, I wouldn¡¯t have spoken to her so gravely," the Empress murmured before leaving Lingzhou. She worried the child might have taken her words too seriously and refrained from telling her family anything.

    Recalling these memories, Xiangjuan shook her head. At that time, the Empress had only recently emerged from the bloody struggles between the princes, surviving countless assassination attempts and schemes, leaving her overly cautious and wary in her actions.

    If it were the Empress now, she would have immediately ordered a thorough investigation and even gone to the Emperor to complain and seek comfort.

    With a sigh, Xiangjuan stepped outside and gazed at the exquisitely ornate imperial palace. How many within these walls had become casualties of the ruthless power struggles?

    The Emperor, the Empress, the other consorts¡ªthough they appeared as victors in these battles, the shadows of that bloody conflict still lingered over the palace.

    Perhaps...

    She withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the sleeping Empress.

    Perhaps it would all continue.

    At dinner, the palace servants laid out the dishes. Liu Zhongbao placed a plate of pastries on the table. "Your Majesty, these are new pastries from Consort Su¡¯s palace. She instructed this servant to bring them for you and Lord Ming to enjoy."

    "Consort Su is most thoughtful," Emperor Longfeng replied with mild surprise before quickly regaining his composure. He turned to Ming Jinghai. "Minister, the pastries from Mingyue Palace are always delicious. Would you care to try one?"

    "Thank you, Your Majesty." Just as Ming Jinghai picked up a pastry with his chopsticks, a servant announced the arrival of Prince Chen.

    He glanced at the Emperor and set down his chopsticks, preparing to bow.

    "Ah," Emperor Longfeng stopped him with a hand on his arm. "This is a private meal between us. There¡¯s no need for formalities."

    Ming Jinghai felt the Emperor''s grip¡ªfirm enough to convey he wasn¡¯t jesting¡ªand sat back down without further protest.

    "Father." Prince Chen entered the inner hall, bowing respectfully to Emperor Longfeng before offering a junior¡¯s greeting to Ming Jinghai. "Lord Ming."

    "Your Highness." Ming Jinghai returned the gesture with a polite nod.

    "Everyone here is family. Sit and eat." The Emperor motioned for Prince Chen to take a seat. "Your Uncle Ming has traveled across the lands of our great empire, excelling in both civil governance and military strategy. You would do well to learn from him."

    Ming Jinghai silently studied the Emperor. With just a few words, His Majesty had casually bestowed upon him a princely nephew¡ªsomething he hardly dared acknowledge, no matter how boldly the Emperor phrased it.

    Prince Chen nodded, already reaching for the dishes.

    "Father, how was this pigeon soup prepared? It tastes exceptionally rich." He took another sip. "Could you have the imperial chefs write down the recipe for me? I¡¯d like my own cooks to learn it."

    "I recall you never cared much for such broths before," Emperor Longfeng raised an eyebrow. "Has your taste changed recently?"

    "Pigeon soup nourishes the mind," Prince Chen declared confidently. "I¡¯ve been studying diligently and thought it would be beneficial."

    Besides, it wouldn¡¯t hurt for Ming the Little Pig to have some too. As a prince, it was rather embarrassing to keep eating at his fianc¨¦e¡¯s home.

    "Your Highness is already wise and brilliant¡ªno need for external aids." Seeing that neither the Emperor nor the prince adhered to the rule of silence during meals, Ming Jinghai set down his chopsticks and spoke. "My humble residence has a few military strategy books I wrote in my spare time¡ªmere amateur musings. If Your Highness has no objection, you may borrow them whenever convenient."

    Not long ago, Ming Jingzhou had said the same thing to him.

    Prince Chen forced a smile. "Thank you, Minister. I shall visit your estate tomorrow to borrow them."

    "They are but crude writings. Your Highness need not trouble yourself."

    "To peruse Your Excellency¡¯s works is an honor." Prince Chen maintained his strained smile. "With your talent, even a single word carries wisdom¡ªhow could they be crude?"

    They were all Ming the Little Pig¡¯s elders. Be polite, be polite.

    "Your Highness flatters me. Tomorrow morning, I shall await your esteemed visit." Ming Jinghai smiled faintly before addressing the Emperor. "Your Majesty, I observe that His Highness carries an air of nobility and dignity, reminiscent of Your Majesty in younger days."

    Emperor Longfeng laughed heartily at this.

    "With the Ming family keeping an eye on this troublesome boy, I can rest easy." The Emperor patted Ming Jinghai¡¯s shoulder. "Minister, he will soon be your son-in-law. Do guide him well."

    Ming Jinghai rose and bowed deeply. "Your Majesty¡¯s trust is understood."

    When he straightened, he looked at Prince Chen with the affectionate smile unique to elders.

    However, his thick brows and large eyes made the prince¡¯s heart skip a beat. The last time he¡¯d felt this way was when he¡¯d given Ming the Little Pig silver and was caught by Ming Jingzhou.

    The next morning, after returning home, Ming Jinghai changed clothes and practiced the Five Animals Exercise in the courtyard. His son Ming Cunfu, still yawning and half-asleep, wandered into the main courtyard and startled at the sight of him. "Father, you¡¯re back from the palace so early?"

    "The early hours hold the day¡¯s fortune." Ming Jinghai eyed his son¡¯s fine attire. "Where are you off to?"

    "I... I¡¯m delivering a poetry collection to Miss Zhou." Ming Cunfu blushed and lowered his head.

    "Good. Courting your future wife like a true man." Ming Jinghai handed him a banknote. "Go on. Don¡¯t be stingy in front of the young lady."

    Ming Cunfu glanced at the amount¡ªforty taels!

    His father was uncharacteristically generous!

    "Uncle, Brother Fu." Jiuzhu poked her head through the courtyard gate. "Mother sent me to bring you some hot pastries."

    The brothers¡¯ courtyards stood side by side, separated only by a low wall. Ming Cunfu glanced between the two residences. "Little Sister, did you climb the wall again?"

    No wonder he hadn¡¯t heard any servants announce her.

    "Family shouldn¡¯t stand on ceremony." Jiuzhu smiled sheepishly. The wall was built so low between their homes precisely for convenience.

    "Come in, Pearl." Ming Jinghai beckoned her inside, washing his hands before sampling a pastry. "You like climbing walls too?"

    Ming Cunfu: "..."

    As an elder, wasn¡¯t the inclusion of "too" a bit inappropriate?

    Uncle and niece sat at the stone table, and Ming Jinghai urged Jiuzhu to join him. "When your father¡¯s home, I never bother with the front gate either."

    "No wonder there are worn marks on that side of the wall¡ªit was you, Uncle!" Jiuzhu, having just eaten breakfast, managed only a few bites. "It does save a lot of time."

    "If not for gossip, I¡¯d have built a door right through that wall." Ming Jinghai sighed. "Alas, public opinion is formidable. Even if we care little for rumors, we must consider others."

    "Whether there''s a gate or not doesn''t matter¡ªthe wall is so low you could easily climb over it," Jiuzhu said after taking a sip of tea. "Mother said Uncle has been to many fascinating places. Is that true?"

    "Of course!" Elderly relatives, when indulging their favorite younger family members, couldn''t help but boast a little about their glory days. Ming Jinghai immediately perked up at Jiuzhu''s question. S§×ar?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Ming Cunfu watched as one spoke with animated gestures and the other listened with rapt attention, both completely forgetting his existence. He let out a quiet sigh.

    "Master, Prince Chen has arrived."

    "His Highness?" Jiuzhu, who had been thoroughly engrossed, froze for a moment at the mention of Prince Chen before jumping to her feet. She lifted her skirts and hurried to the courtyard gate. "Where is His Highness?"

    Seeing his niece''s reaction, Ming Jinghai motioned for his son to come closer and whispered, "Does Jiuzhu like Prince Chen that much?"

    Ming Cunfu nodded. "Not just like¡ªshe also hates it when anyone speaks ill of Prince Chen."

    Ming Jinghai pondered for a moment before nodding. "With Prince Chen''s looks, he certainly has the charm to bewitch young women."

    Wait¡ªwas that really the right way to phrase it?

    When Prince Chen stepped through Ming Jinghai''s gate, his mood was solemn. But the moment he spotted Jiuzhu waiting on the courtyard steps, he quickened his pace to reach her.

    "Ming little pig, what are you doing here?"

    "I was listening to Uncle tell stories about faraway lands. I never expected to see you here¡ªwhat a wonderful coincidence!" Jiuzhu beamed. "Did you come to see Uncle?"

    Prince Chen gave a silent nod.

    "Let me take you inside! Uncle tells the best stories." Jiuzhu tugged at Prince Chen''s sleeve as they walked into the courtyard. After just a few steps, Ming Jinghai and Ming Cunfu came forward to greet them.

    "Greetings, Your Highness. This humble official failed to welcome you properly. Please forgive my oversight."

    "No need for formalities, Lord Ming." Prince Chen extended his other hand to steady Ming Jinghai. "I am the one intruding."

    Ming Jinghai straightened and watched as his niece clung to Prince Chen''s sleeve, while the prince willingly offered it to her. Then he glanced at his son, who blushed at the mere mention of Miss Zhou, and couldn''t help but feel a twinge of disdain.

    This was the difference between them.

    Ming Cunfu, confused by his father''s gaze, wondered what he meant by that look.

    "Your Highness, please have a seat." Ming Jinghai gestured toward the stone table. He noticed Prince Chen swiftly dusting off a stone bench with his wide sleeve before guiding Jiuzhu to sit.

    Meanwhile, his niece had taken a plate of pastries from the food box and set it in front of Prince Chen.

    Everything was picture-perfect¡ªexcept that it made him feel a little unnecessary.

    "Uncle," Jiuzhu propped her chin in her hands, her bright eyes fixed on him. "Tell me more of that story from earlier!"

    Ming Jinghai and Prince Chen exchanged a glance, the air between them tinged with awkwardness.

    After all, when men tell stories, there¡¯s always a bit of embellishment and exaggeration involved. What if Prince Chen exposed his tall tales? His dignified image in front of his niece would surely take a hit.

 Chapter 38

    "Zhuzhu." Uncle Ming lifted his wide sleeve to pour Prince Chen a cup of tea: "His Highness Prince Chen has come today to discuss matters with your uncle. You see..."

    "Uncle, official business comes first. You and His Highness take your time." Jiuzhu stood up. "I''ll fetch more fruits and pastries."

    "Little sister." Ming Cunfu chased her out to the courtyard gate, only to see Jiuzhu nimbly hop over the wall with practiced ease. He silently raised his sleeve to cover his face and sighed.

    "Young Master." A servant approached him from behind. "The master asks you to retrieve the military strategy books he personally wrote from his study."

    "Military strategy books?" Ming Cunfu felt a foreboding sense of dread. Surely his father didn¡¯t mean those self-written manuscripts of his?

    "Did Father specify which books?"

    "The master said the ones on the fifth shelf from the left, third row."

    So it really was those.

    Ming Cunfu entered his father¡¯s study, located the designated shelf, and pulled out all the books, dust flying as he patted them off. The thick cloud of dust sent him into a coughing fit.

    "Are we lending these to His Highness or throwing out trash?" Ming Cunfu worried that one day his father would offend Prince Chen and get exiled to the borderlands again.

    He took an ornate wooden book box from a nearby shelf and stuffed the books inside, cramming them tightly until they looked somewhat like treasured volumes.

    When he returned to the courtyard with the books, the stone table was already laden with fruits and pastries. His little cousin was holding a teapot, pouring tea for Prince Chen, who was peeling an orange. Before finishing, he plucked a segment and held it to Jiuzhu¡¯s lips.

    "Father, I¡¯ve brought the books." Ming Cunfu set them down and took the teapot from Jiuzhu¡¯s hands. "Your Highness, please enjoy your tea."

    Prince Chen glanced at Ming Cunfu, then placed the orange segment into Jiuzhu¡¯s palm instead before turning to Ming Jinghai. "Minister Ming, is your son pursuing the imperial examinations?"

    Ming Jinghai nodded.

    "A scholar¡¯s time is as precious as gold. Young Master Ming need not linger here." Prince Chen finished peeling the orange and handed all the fruit to Jiuzhu. "Young Master Ming, you should return to your studies."

    In the end, Ming Cunfu was dismissed to his study. He patted the silver notes in his pocket, glanced at the wall through the window, then rolled up his sleeves and climbed out.

    Though undignified for a scholar to climb walls, for the sake of the girl he admired, propriety mattered little.

    "Master!" A servant rushed into the courtyard. "The young master has injured his leg!"

    "What happened?" Though Ming Jinghai often complained about his son, he immediately stood and hurried over.

    "The young master was climbing the wall, slipped, and fell."

    "The bone was dislocated, but I¡¯ve set it back." The imperial physician finished bandaging Ming Cunfu¡¯s leg and washed his hands. "Minister Ming, rest assured. Your son is fine¡ªjust needs to stay off his feet and recuperate at home for some time."

    "Thank you, Lord He." Ming Jinghai personally escorted the physician out before sighing. Young people these days were far too frail.

    Prince Chen hadn¡¯t expected his first visit to Ming Jinghai¡¯s home to coincide with the man¡¯s son breaking his leg. He glanced discreetly at Ming Jinghai, wondering if Jiuzhu¡¯s uncle harbored superstitious beliefs¡ªwhat if he blamed him for bringing bad luck?

    "What an achievement¡ªinjuring yourself just by climbing a wall." Ming Jinghai reentered the room, scolding without mercy as he tucked his son in. "Even the dog Jiuzhu keeps could leap out of our courtyard without trouble."

    Ming Cunfu: "..."

    That wasn¡¯t a dog¡ªit was Jiuzhu¡¯s beloved short-legged white pony, and it definitely couldn¡¯t jump over walls.

    Prince Chen silently lifted the heavy book box and stood. "Minister Ming, tend to your son. I shall take my leave."

    Best to depart early, lest Ming Jinghai suspect this misfortune was his doing.

    Scholars overthink things¡ªcaution was necessary.

    "Your Highness, let me see you off." Jiuzhu stood up.

    "Jiuzhu, wait." Ming Cunfu stretched out from under the blanket, stubbornly clutching her sleeve. "Do your sixth brother a small favor."

    Jiuzhu turned to look at him, and Prince Chen paused as well.

    "Sixth Brother, just tell me what you need." Jiuzhu was fond of Ming Cunfu. On their journey back to the capital from Lingzhou, he had taken great care of her, easing her worries about returning home by describing every family member, every plant in the household, and how much they had missed her.

    "It¡¯s nothing much." With his father and Prince Chen present, Ming Cunfu hesitated before pulling a poetry collection from under his pillow. "Miss Zhou from the Zhou family wanted this book. I happened to have it and planned to deliver it today, but then this happened. Could you take it to her for me?"

    "Of course!" Jiuzhu tucked the book into her robes. "I¡¯ll go right away."

    "Also... Miss Zhou isn¡¯t at her residence. She¡¯s at Qingyun Teahouse." Ming Cunfu dug out forty taels of freshly acquired silver notes, then added twenty taels from his monthly allowance. "Accompany her to pick out some jewelry. Buy whatever she likes¡ªor anything you fancy. This money... your sixth brother will cover it."

    "Thank you, Sixth Brother!" Jiuzhu took the pouch of silver, but when she reached for the notes, Ming Cunfu¡¯s grip didn¡¯t loosen.

    "Spend freely, especially on what Miss Zhou likes. Don¡¯t hold back on my account." With that, he released the money and shut his eyes. "Go on."

    "Alright." Jiuzhu secured the silver notes and pouch. "Sixth Brother is so generous."

    The only reply was Ming Cunfu silently pulling the blanket over his face.

    "I already had forty taels, and Sixth Brother gave me sixty¡ªthat makes a hundred!" Clutching the heavy pouch, Jiuzhu¡¯s steps were light as she crossed the threshold.

    Prince Chen, following behind, snorted. A mere hundred taels, and she¡¯d already forgotten about him. Was he worth less than silver?

    "So happy?" He quickened his pace to walk beside her, crossing his arms. "I¡¯ll be leaving now."

    "Mhm." Jiuzhu nodded cheerfully. "Safe travels, Your Highness."

    "Nothing else to say?" Prince Chen took two slow steps before glancing back.

    "Ah?" Jiuzhu blinked in confusion. "About what?"

    "Never mind." He mounted his horse. "Have fun with your friend. I¡¯m returning to the Ministry of Rites."

    Women were all little deceivers. Once, she¡¯d claimed Prince Chen was the best¡ªnow, with a hundred taels and a friend, she couldn¡¯t even spare him a few more words.

    Hmph. As a grown man, he couldn¡¯t be bothered with a girl¡¯s whims. Fewer words meant fewer troubles.

    Jiuzhu hugged the pouch, watching the dust kicked up by galloping hooves as she waved at Prince Chen¡¯s retreating figure.

    He turned to see her waving, flicked his riding whip halfheartedly in response, and vanished around the street corner.

    "His Highness seemed a bit upset." Jiuzhu frowned. "Could the Ministry of Rites be too demanding?"

    She touched the poetry collection tucked in her sleeve and decided to first deliver the message for Sixth Brother. She couldn¡¯t let Miss Zhou doubt his feelings just because she was slow.

    Arriving at the teahouse, Jiuzhu immediately spotted Zhou Xiao, who was eagerly glancing toward the entrance.

    "Miss Zhou!" Jiuzhu hurried over, slightly out of breath. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

    Zhou Xiao peered behind her, a faint trace of disappointment in her smile. "Sit down and have some tea. Why are you in such a rush? And where¡¯s your maid?"

    "I came out today to run an errand for Sixth Brother." Jiuzhu pulled out the poetry collection and handed it to Zhou Xiao. "After hearing you were looking for this book, he searched through half the bookshops in the city before finally finding it."

    As a younger sister, embellishing her brother¡¯s efforts a little couldn¡¯t count as lying.

    Zhou Xiao flipped through the book, her eyes softening with shy delight. "Such a small thing¡ªyou didn¡¯t have to go out of your way."

    "Originally, I wouldn¡¯t have needed to." Jiuzhu took a sip of tea. "Sixth Brother didn¡¯t want me to tell you, but I thought you should know. This morning, he accidentally injured his leg. The imperial physician ordered him to rest at home for a few days, so he practically tugged at my sleeve, insisting I deliver this to you."

    "He¡¯s hurt?" Zhou Xiao tossed the book aside and grasped Jiuzhu¡¯s hands. "How bad is it? What did the physician say?"

    "Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s just a dislocated bone¡ªthe physician already reset it." Jiuzhu patted Zhou Xiao¡¯s hand reassuringly and then tapped the pouch Ming Cunfu had given her. "Before I left, Sixth Brother made sure I took you shopping. If you don¡¯t spend any of this silver, I won¡¯t be able to face him when I return."

    Relieved to hear Ming Cunfu wasn¡¯t seriously hurt, Zhou Xiao¡¯s expression eased, though she still lacked enthusiasm for shopping.

    "Come on, do it for me," Jiuzhu coaxed, linking arms with her. "If you don¡¯t spend any, neither can I, and then this whole trip would¡¯ve been for nothing. Have mercy on me!"

    "Alright, I can¡¯t let you go home empty-handed." Zhou Xiao chuckled. "Let¡¯s go."

    She carefully tucked the poetry collection into her own sleeve before leaving the teahouse hand in hand with Jiuzhu.

    Noticing this, Jiuzhu grinned and led Zhou Xiao into a jewelry shop.

    ---

    "We went through so much trouble to plant someone in Prince Chen¡¯s residence, and now you¡¯re telling me Yun Duqing has stopped using fragrances?"

    "Master, none of us expected Prince Chen to suddenly change his preferences¡ªhe tossed out all the incense in his estate. Could he have gotten wind of our plans?"

    "Are you suggesting there¡¯s a traitor among us?"

    "Not at all! Our informants in Prince Chen¡¯s household spotted Prince Qi¡¯s people."

    "So Yun Yanze is secretly helping Yun Duqing?"

    "It¡¯s¡­ not impossible."

    "I recall Yun Yanze is overseeing the confiscation of a corrupt official¡¯s estate today. If a family member were to suddenly attack him¡­ what are the odds of success?"

    ---

    "This bracelet looks stunning on you, Sister!" Jiuzhu and Zhou Xiao stepped out of the jewelry shop. "What a shame Sixth Brother isn¡¯t here to admire it¡ªI wonder if he¡¯ll envy me for seeing it first?"

    "Don¡¯t tease me," Zhou Xiao pinched Jiuzhu¡¯s soft cheek playfully. "Your wedding to Prince Chen is set for the second day of the second month after the New Year. We¡¯ll see who laughs then!"

    "Why would a wedding be funny?" Jiuzhu tilted her head, genuinely puzzled. "Two people who like each other, living together¡ªisn¡¯t that a happy thing?"

    Her eyes were clear, like untouched lake water, and when she spoke of "liking" someone, there was no trace of ulterior thoughts¡ªonly pure, innocent joy.

    Zhou Xiao was momentarily stunned, unsure how to respond.

    "Look, there¡¯s a snack stall ahead!" Jiuzhu let go of Zhou Xiao¡¯s arm. "Wait here, Sister. I¡¯ll get us something."

    Zhou Xiao watched as Jiuzhu sampled a few treats before buying a large bundle, neatly wrapped in oiled paper.

    "Why so much? Can you finish all that?" Zhou Xiao asked, bemused.

    "It¡¯s not for me!" Jiuzhu cradled the package. "These are for His Highness and Father. They have many colleagues at the Ministry of Rites¡ªonce shared, there won¡¯t be much left. Oh! Your father is also an official there, right?"

    "Especially His Highness. As the youngest in the ministry, sharing snacks helps build camaraderie." Jiuzhu explained earnestly. "My master always said, ¡®No matter your status, never isolate yourself. Even the most capable person will fail without allies.¡¯"

    Zhou Xiao nodded thoughtfully. "Your master must be a learned person."

    "Maybe?" Jiuzhu¡¯s tone turned uncertain as she recalled her two masters¡¯ antics¡ªlazily arguing over who should wash dishes to avoid chores.

    Their temple didn¡¯t have many books, and her masters had taught her to write on a sand tray.

    Why? Simple¡ªthey were too poor to waste paper and ink.

    ---

    A woman¡¯s sobs and a child¡¯s cries echoed from a distance. Jiuzhu turned to Zhou Xiao. "Sister, do you hear that?"

    "Don¡¯t go over there." Zhou Xiao held her back. "That¡¯s the residence of a disgraced official¡ªthey¡¯re confiscating his property."

    Ming Jinghai had only returned to the capital yesterday, and today this official was being raided. Anyone could guess he¡¯d colluded with corrupt local officials to harm the people.

    The infamous "Black-Faced Judge" lived up to his name¡ªno corrupt official escaped his scrutiny unscathed.

    "Property confiscation?" Jiuzhu¡¯s curiosity grew. She¡¯d never witnessed such an event. "Can we just watch from afar?"

    "Fine." Zhou Xiao admitted, "I¡¯m a little curious too."

    After all, what harm was there in satisfying one¡¯s curiosity?

    The capital¡¯s citizens were no strangers to confiscations. Since the Emperor¡¯s reign, countless corrupt officials had been arrested¡ªcommoners¡¯ lives had improved, and bad officials dwindled.

    Imperial guards blocked the main gate, keeping onlookers at a distance, though crowds still peeked from corners.

    "Who¡¯s that handsome young man at the entrance? His hairpiece has gemstones¡ªmust be rich!"

    "That¡¯s Prince Qi, the famously virtuous prince!"

    "The one who suppressed bandits and topped the imperial exams?"

    "No, that was Prince Chen! Are you even from the capital?"

    "If Prince Chen did all that, why is Prince Qi the ¡®Virtuous Prince¡¯? Did the Emperor play favorites?"

    "Shh! Keep your voice down¡ªdo you want trouble?"

    ---

    "Your Highness, we¡¯ve confiscated 612,000 taels of silver and various jade artifacts from the Wang Family. This is the preliminary inventory¡ªthe exact count will take time." A Ministry of Revenue official presented the ledger to Prince Qi.

    Prince Qi¡¯s expression darkened. "A government official, embezzling so much¡ªutterly despicable!"

    The officials from the Ministry of Revenue dared not speak, for this Lord Wang was the uncle of Princess Roude¡¯s consort, tenuously connected to the imperial family. Were it not for this, Lord Wang would never have dared collude with provincial officials in such a capital offense.

    In cases like these, the corruption often extended from top to bottom, implicating countless individuals. What if a member of the imperial family were dragged into it?

    "Continue the investigation." Prince Qi bowed respectfully toward the palace. "Before this prince departed, His Majesty decreed that all involved in this case, regardless of status, shall face strict punishment."

    "Your Highness, within the Wang Family¡¯s inner residence, there is an infant less than a month old. What should we¡­?"

    "Separate the women, elderly, and children for detention." Prince Qi glanced at the wailing infant cradled in someone¡¯s arms, granting a measure of leniency out of respect for Princess Roude¡¯s consort. "Keep the child¡¯s mother with them."

    "Understood." The official relayed the prince¡¯s orders to his subordinates.

    Watching these shackled individuals trembling in fear, Prince Qi was reminded of his own childhood¡ªwhen he and his mother had been confined to a small courtyard. His mother often wept in their quarters, murmuring words of regret.

    Later, she stopped crying. Instead, she would bring out meat and pastries, urging him to eat them hidden inside.

    She told him his uncle had secretly arranged for the food to be smuggled into their quarters and that his uncle had even devised a plan to rescue them.

    But she never revealed what that plan was. Not long after, the rebel prince stormed the palace, leaving the halls drenched in blood. Many princes were implicated, and in the end, his father emerged victorious.

    Years later, when he asked his mother about it in the palace, her face turned deathly pale. From then on, he never brought it up again.

    He disliked seeing women cry, just as he detested the two years of his childhood spent under house arrest.

    "Your Highness! Your Highness!" A woman in chains, noticing his gaze, kowtowed frantically. "I beg for your mercy! My child is ill¡ªplease, show compassion and grant him medicine!"

    She struck her forehead against the ground with such force that blood soon trickled down her face, painting a ghastly yet pitiful sight.

    Prince Qi remained cold-hearted, but under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he had to maintain an image of benevolence. He stepped toward the woman.

    "Jiuzhu, help me straighten my hairpin¡ªit¡¯s been knocked crooked!"

    Jiuzhu?

    Hearing the familiar name, Prince Qi stopped abruptly, just two paces from the woman. His gaze snapped toward the crowd of onlookers.

    At that very moment, the kowtowing woman suddenly bit into her sleeve, retrieving a sharp blade, and lunged at him.

    Prince Qi instinctively stepped back. The blade meant for his throat only grazed his chest.

    Blood quickly soaked his robes. He looked down at the wound, pressing a fingertip to it. The pain surged through him the moment his skin met the warm blood. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Protect His Highness!"

    The crowd, stunned by the sudden attack, scattered in panic, fearing they too might be arrested as accomplices. Better to flee now¡ªthere would always be other spectacles to witness. Being jailed for treason wasn¡¯t worth it.

    "Ah!" Jiuzhu gasped at the sight of Prince Qi¡¯s bloodied chest. She whispered to Zhou Xiao, "That woman¡­ she doesn¡¯t seem like an ordinary prisoner."

    Who else but a trained assassin could kowtow so fiercely with bound limbs?

    Was Prince Qi a fool not to notice such an obvious flaw?

    "Don¡¯t say anything¡ªlet¡¯s go!" Zhou Xiao tugged at Jiuzhu¡¯s sleeve, ready to bolt.

    "Young ladies, wait!" A guard blocked their path. "Who are you?"

    "These two are the daughters of Vice Minister Zhou and Vice Minister Ming. Show respect." Prince Qi, pale and clutching his wound, spoke weakly. "Miss Zhou, Miss Ming, this is no place for you. Please leave at once."

    Jiuzhu glanced at the assassin, now motionless on the ground¡ªwhether dead or unconscious, she couldn¡¯t tell.

    Suddenly, a thought struck her. She lifted her skirts and ran.

    "Jiuzhu! Where are you going?" Zhou Xiao called after her.

    "I need to check on Prince Chen¡ªwhat if he¡¯s in danger too?" Jiuzhu shouted over her shoulder, already far ahead. Despite her haste, she never let go of the parcel of snacks in her hand.

    Prince Qi frowned, watching Jiuzhu¡¯s unladylike sprint through the streets.

    "Your Highness, please rest inside¡ªthe imperial physician will arrive shortly." The guard captain¡¯s face was ashen, his voice trembling.

    "It¡¯s nothing. A flesh wound, nothing vital." Supported by the guard captain, Prince Qi reclined on a hastily prepared couch in the inner courtyard.

    Amid the chaos, his eyes narrowed. Which of his dear brothers had orchestrated this?

    Or was it one of the imperial consorts, eager to clear obstacles for their sons?

    "Your Highness!" The moment Prince Chen stepped out of the Ministry of Rites¡¯ gates, Jiuzhu barreled toward him like a gust of wind.

    She yanked him behind the gates, scanning their surroundings nervously. "Your Highness, the guards here¡ªthey¡¯re highly skilled, right?"

    "Of course. They¡¯re handpicked elites from the Dragon Garrison." Prince Chen pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing at her sweat-drenched forehead with mock disapproval. "What¡¯s gotten into you, running around like this?"

    Hadn¡¯t she barely spared him a word this morning, too busy spending silver with her friends?

    Now she came looking for him?

    "I ran too fast on the way here, that¡¯s all." Jiuzhu shook her head urgently. "Listen, from now on, never go out without guards. Don¡¯t approach strangers either¡ªthe capital is too dangerous!"

    Prince Chen¡¯s expression darkened. He tucked the soiled handkerchief into his sleeve and motioned for a fresh one. "What happened?"

    "After shopping for jewelry with Miss Zhou, we stopped to watch the Wang Family¡¯s confiscation. Then Prince Qi got slashed across the chest¡ªthere was so much blood!" Her words tumbled out in a rush. "He¡¯s a prince, and so are you. What if the same people come after you next?"

    "You ran here¡ªall the way from the Wang Family?" Prince Chen¡¯s voice rose. "Straight to the Ministry of Rites?"

    Jiuzhu blinked. "Wh-what¡¯s wrong?"

    What¡¯s wrong?!

    Even by carriage, the journey from the Wang Family to the Ministry of Rites took nearly an hour.

    And she had sprinted the entire distance on foot¡ªjust to warn him?

    "Now that I¡¯ve seen you¡¯re safe, I can relax." She shoved a greased paper package into his hands. "Here, share these snacks with your colleagues. I tasted them first¡ªthey¡¯re delicious."

    "Jiuzhu." Prince Chen reached out, gently brushing away the dust from her cheek with his thumb, his voice tender and achingly soft: "Are you really such a silly little thing?"

 Chapter 39

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu looked at Prince Chen with a serious expression: "If you say such things again, I will truly be angry with you."

    Her master had told her she was naturally clever, and her master wouldn¡¯t lie to her.

    "Mmm, I misspoke." Prince Chen chuckled softly. "Our Jiuzhu is like the white clouds in a clear sky, a light boat upon the emerald river, the red plum blossom in the snow."

    Jiuzhu blinked at him in confusion. He laughed but offered no further explanation.

    "Come." Prince Chen gently took her hand. Her palm was warm, the heat from her hurried dash spreading from her fingertips to his, coursing through his entire body.

    "Where to?" Jiuzhu let him lead her without resistance.

    "Inside, to rest for a while." Prince Chen sighed. "You¡¯ve run until you¡¯re drenched in sweat. If you go out now and catch a chill, you might fall ill."

    "That won¡¯t happen." Jiuzhu puffed up with confidence. "I have a strong constitution."

    "Be good, don¡¯t be difficult." Prince Chen didn¡¯t release her, pulling her along firmly.

    "Your Highness, I¡¯m not an official of the court. Entering the Ministry of Rites¡¯ offices might cause trouble for you." Jiuzhu still hesitated.

    "You are this prince¡¯s future princess consort, a County Princess bestowed by the imperial court. Of course you may enter the Ministry of Rites." Prince Chen guided her to a sheltered spot. "With me here, who would dare say a word?"

    Leading her into his study, Prince Chen handed her a clean cotton cloth. "Your back is damp with sweat. Use this to dry off. I¡¯ll wait outside."

    With that, he closed the door behind him and took a few steps back, standing with his back to the room.

    "Did you see that? His Highness just took a girl into his study!"

    "And right under Vice Minister Ming¡¯s nose, no less!"

    "Shh, keep your voices down¡ªVice Minister Ming is coming."

    "Why do you all look so strange?" Ming Jingzhou stepped into the room, noticing how his colleagues¡¯ eyes kept darting toward him, only to snap away when he met their gazes. He smiled faintly. "What¡¯s going on?"

    "Nothing, nothing." One official laughed awkwardly, hastily changing the subject. "Where are you coming from, Brother Ming?"

    "Oh, I found some interesting essays and thought I¡¯d bring them for Prince Chen to copy." Ming Jingzhou shook the book in his hand. "Gentlemen, carry on."

    "Ah, wait¡ª" Several officials quickly stopped him. "Brother Ming, weren¡¯t you drafting replies to the foreign envoys¡¯ gifts? Why not let us deliver the book for you?"

    Prince Qi¡¯s wedding had drawn congratulations from neighboring nations, and the Great Cheng court needed to reciprocate with gifts of their own.

    "Such a small matter hardly requires your assistance." Ming Jingzhou tucked the book into his sleeve. "Go about your business. I¡¯ll return shortly."

    "Oh no, oh no." The officials watched him leave in dismay.

    "Brother Ming has a decent temper, doesn¡¯t he?"

    "Even the best temper wouldn¡¯t tolerate a future son-in-law bringing a woman into the ministry offices right under his nose!"

    "What should we do?"

    "What can we do?" Minister Li En stepped forward. "Two of you, come with me. If a fight breaks out, we¡¯ll need to intervene."

    "Right, right!" The others snapped to attention. "Quick, quick¡ªsomeone stop Brother Ming!"

    "Little Pig Ming." Prince Chen tapped lightly on the door. "Finished?"

    "Yes." Jiuzhu opened the door, rubbing her neck. "Just a bit stiff back here."

    Prince Chen¡¯s gaze flickered over her fair skin before he averted his eyes. "It¡¯s nothing. You¡¯ll adjust soon."

    "Mmm." Jiuzhu fidgeted, touching her back self-consciously.

    "Go inside. I had the servants prepare fresh tea. Later, I¡¯ll arrange a carriage to take you home. From now on, you must bring attendants when you go out. A County Princess should uphold proper decorum."

    He reached for her wrist¡ª

    "Your Highness, what are you doing?" Ming Jingzhou¡¯s voice cut through the corridor, his eyes icy as he caught sight of a woman¡¯s skirt peeking from Prince Chen¡¯s study door.

    "Father!" Jiuzhu brightened, leaning out to greet him. "Perfect timing. I was just going to ask His Highness to send for you."

    "Jiuzhu? Why are you here?" Ming Jingzhou¡¯s lips curved into a smile, his gaze warm and affectionate.

    "I ran into some trouble earlier, so I¡ª"

    "Brother Ming!"

    "Vice Minister Ming!"

    Two officials rushed forward, seizing his arms. "I¡¯ve acquired a rare manuscript with puzzling passages. Would you help me decipher them?"

    "Yes, yes! And there¡¯s an issue with one of the foreign gift records¡ªcould you take a look?"

    "Gentlemen." Fugui approached, balancing a tray of tea and pastries meant for the Ming family¡¯s young lady. He smiled politely. "Might I trouble you to make way?"

    The officials turned, eyeing the floral tea and delicate sweets¡ªclearly meant for a woman¡¯s palate.

    Fugui shrank back under their stares. Though the young lady wasn¡¯t a ministry official, she was Prince Chen¡¯s betrothed, a County Princess honored by the Emperor, and Vice Minister Ming¡¯s daughter. Surely there was no harm in her visiting the ministry offices?

    "Gentlemen, your timing is excellent." Prince Chen surveyed the crowded corridor. "I¡¯ve just received some fine tea and snacks. Won¡¯t you join us?"

    The officials exchanged uneasy glances. Not only had the prince brought a girl here under Vice Minister Ming¡¯s nose¡ªnow he wanted them to sip tea and watch?

    Your Highness, the Ministry of Rites has only just been repaired. If Brother Ming loses his temper and hurls a teacup at you, we¡¯ll be caught in the middle!

    "Many thanks, Your Highness." Ming Jingzhou spoke first. "I would be delighted to partake."

    He turned to the others. "Gentlemen, after you." S§×arch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Yes, yes, after you!" They filed in, packing the study until it was full. No sooner had they sat than the young lady by Prince Chen¡¯s side marched straight toward Ming Jingzhou.

    The officials held their breaths.

    Young lady, you look sweet and demure¡ªwhy must you act so boldly?

    "Father, I bought these especially for you. Try them." Jiuzhu set Ming Jingzhou¡¯s favorite treats before him.

    F-father?!

    The stunned officials whirled toward Minister Li En, only to find him already sipping tea with serene contentment. Clearly, he¡¯d known the girl¡¯s identity all along.

    Ah, of course¡ªthe minister had delivered the imperial decree to the Ming household. He must have met the young lady then.

    The tension dissolved. What a relief, not having to choose sides between their colleague and the prince.

    Ming Jingzhou noticed the damp strands at his daughter¡¯s forehead, her cheeks flushed pink. "Where did you come from today? Why didn¡¯t you bring any attendants?"

    "I left in a hurry and forgot." Jiuzhu offered an apologetic smile. "Don¡¯t be cross, Father. I¡¯ll remember next time."

    In the capital, the streets were crowded with carriages and people. When vehicles of noble households crossed paths, they would engage in elaborate courtesies¡ªyielding, bowing, and exchanging pleasantries¡ªa tedious process that often took far longer than simply walking. Worried that her elder sister Zhou might grow impatient waiting for their sixth brother at the teahouse, leading to misunderstandings, she decided to dash there herself.

    To unite lovers was a virtuous deed.

    "If there''s a next time, your mother will confine you to the house," Ming Jingzhou said sternly, though his tone carried a hint of fondness. "Now, greet your uncles properly."

    "Your junior pays respects to all esteemed uncles."

    "Too kind, too kind! The County Princess honors us," the officials from the Ministry of Rites hurriedly stood and returned the gesture, treating Jiuzhu with utmost deference.

    Ming Jingzhou lifted the lid of his teacup, his gaze sweeping over the assembled officials, carefully noting their expressions before speaking deliberately, "Gentlemen, as elders, it is only right that you accept her courtesy."

    The group murmured in agreement, though none dared to truly accept the County Princess''s bow.

    By rank, Jiuzhu was a second-tier County Princess, outranking most present.

    By status, she was the future Princess Consort; after marriage, she would become part of the imperial family¡ªwhere the royals stood as sovereigns above their subjects.

    Who, aside from the imperial family, would have the audacity to outright accept her obeisance?

    Prince Chen observed the officials from the Ministry of Rites with amusement. These men were far more astute than the Zheng family.

    He had a soft spot for clever, tactful officials.

    "Your Highness, Ministers, Vice Ministers¡ªHis Majesty summons you urgently!"

    A clerk''s voice, laced with urgency, echoed from outside.

    For the emperor to summon so many officials from the Ministry of Rites at once signaled a major incident. Li En glanced at Prince Chen, only to find him unhurriedly popping a snack into his mouth.

    "Your Highness?" Li En, whose impression of Prince Chen had improved considerably, bowed. "We shall accompany you to the palace."

    "Mm." Prince Chen eyed the treats Jiuzhu had brought him, grabbed a handful, and stuffed them into his pouch. "No need for alarm, gentlemen. His Majesty likely wishes to discuss the assassination attempt on Prince Qi."

    "What?!"

    "Prince Qi was attacked?!"

    "Your Highness, do not grieve too deeply." Ming Jingzhou rose with a sigh. "No wonder you seemed so pale earlier¡ªyou were burdened by concern for Prince Qi''s safety."

    "Indeed, Your Highness," Li En added. "Prince Qi is blessed with fortune. If you neglect your own health in your distress, wouldn¡¯t that only sadden His Majesty further?"

    Prince Chen accepted a handkerchief from Fugui to wipe his hands. "He is my fourth brother. How could I not worry? His pain is mine."

    "Your Highness¡¯s devotion to fraternal bonds is truly noble."

    "Aye," a Ministry official dabbed at his dry eyes with his sleeve. "Such moving brotherly affection!"

    Another official brushed crumbs from his lips, flung open the door, and bellowed, "Someone assist His Highness! He¡¯s so overcome with grief he might faint!"

    Seated nearby, Jiuzhu quietly nibbled on a pastry, clutching her teacup without a word.

    The world of adults was far too intricate.

    She tilted her head toward the window. The newly replaced glazed tiles on the Ministry¡¯s roof gleamed under the sun, radiant as molten gold.

    ¡ª¡ª

    "How could His Highness, so skilled in both letters and arms, fall prey to an assassin?" Sun Caiyao frowned at Prince Qi, pale and unconscious on the bed, then summoned his attendant. "What happened?"

    "Reporting to the Princess Consort, His Highness could have evaded the attack," the attendant hesitated. "But as he approached the assailant, he seemed... distracted. That was when the assassin struck."

    Sun Caiyao¡¯s delicate brows furrowed. Her husband was meticulous¡ªwhy would he lose focus near a stranger?

    "Was there someone nearby who might have caught his attention?"

    The attendant lowered his gaze. "No, Princess Consort."

    "Are you certain?"

    "None." The attendant bowed. "Only the household guards, attendants, officials from the Ministry of Revenue, and the imperial guards were present."

    "I see." Sun Caiyao sighed, dabbing Prince Qi¡¯s forehead with a handkerchief. Just then, a messenger from Lanzui Palace arrived¡ªConsort Ning demanded her presence.

    With her husband injured, how could her mother-in-law summon her now? What could possibly outweigh his well-being?

    ¡ª¡ª

    "With so many guards, how did Prince Qi still get hurt? What were you doing?" Emperor Longfeng glared at the deputy commander of the imperial guards. "I assigned you to protect him and the Ministry officials. And this is the result?"

    The deputy commander knelt, not daring to breathe.

    "Your Majesty, the officials from the Ministry of Rites and the princes have arrived."

    "Let them in." The emperor slammed a memorial onto the desk. "Get up," he muttered to the deputy commander, who shot him a grateful look¡ªat least he wasn¡¯t humiliated before the court.

    ¡ª¡ª

    "Fifth Brother, what¡¯s wrong?" Prince Huai paused outside Taiyang Palace, watching as Yun Duqing leaned limply against the supporting arms of Ministry officials.

    "Prince Huai, His Highness Prince Chen was so distraught upon hearing of Prince Qi¡¯s injury that he grew faint," Li En explained with a bow. "Rest assured, the Ministry will ensure his care."

    *Distraught?*

    *Faint?*

    Did Yun Duqing even believe his own act?

    Prince Huai arched a brow. Li En was a staunch loyalist¡ªunlikely to lie for Prince Chen. Clearly, the fifth prince had honed his theatrics during his time at the Ministry.

    "Fifth Brother has always been tenderhearted," he said smoothly. "Thank you for tending to him."

    *Ugh.*

    "We are honored, Your Highness." Li En ignored Prince Huai¡¯s insincerity, steadying Prince Chen. "Are you feeling better?"

    "Much improved, Minister Li." Prince Chen fluttered his eyelids, offering a feeble smile to his brothers. "Seeing you all eases my heart."

    The three princes: *"..."*

    *Since when did Yun Duqing become this nauseating?*

    *What in the world did the Ministry teach him?*

    When the group entered the hall, Emperor Longfeng¡¯s expression shifted at the sight of his son. "Minister Li, what ails Prince Chen?"

    "Your Majesty, His Highness was overcome with grief upon learning of Prince Qi¡¯s injury," Li En said solemnly. "We implore you to punish the culprit and bring justice for both princes."

    Officials from the other ministries side-eyed Li En, as though witnessing an outrageous fabrication.

    Prince Chen, *heartbroken* over Prince Qi?

    Since when did the heavens weep for such absurdity?

    "Liu Zhongbao, fetch a chair for Prince Chen," the emperor sighed. "My son¡¯s heart is too soft, too full of love."

    The other princes: "..."

    Fine, as long as His Majesty is happy.

    Prince Chen sat on a chair cushioned with soft padding, even adjusting his posture "quite coincidentally" into a very comfortable position. Emperor Longfeng pretended not to notice and even worried that Prince Chen might feel cold on the chair, ordering a eunuch to drape a heavy cloak over him¡ªalmost to the point of having someone feed him fruits and snacks by his side.

    Prince Huai turned his head away, unwilling to witness this grating scene. He cupped his hands and said, "Father, this matter must be thoroughly investigated. We cannot allow such incidents to happen again."

    "Indeed." Emperor Longfeng nodded. "To ensure the safety of all the princes and princesses, I have ordered the Palace Administration to conduct a full investigation into the identities of all servants in the princely and princess estates. Those who serve closely beside the princes and princesses will have their backgrounds and familial connections re-examined. Anyone with suspicious ties will be dismissed. The chief stewards and administrative officials in each estate will also be reassigned by me."

    The officials from the Six Ministries felt something was amiss. Was His Majesty protecting the princes and princesses, or was he tightening his grip on them under his watchful eye?

    "Thank you, Father, for your concern over our safety." Prince Chen stretched his arms out from beneath the thick cloak and cupped his hands toward Emperor Longfeng. "This son is incompetent, troubling you with such worries."

    The smiles on the faces of the three princes were on the verge of crumbling.

    How much effort and scheming had they poured into planting spies in their brothers'' estates?

    With this decree from the Emperor, not only were their years of meticulous planning rendered useless, but they would now be under His Majesty''s constant surveillance. What could they even do now? What would they dare to attempt?

    From this day forward, they would be like blind men with open eyes, deaf men with ears intact.

    Except for the seemingly foolish Yun Duqing, who could possibly be happy about this?

    "You are my flesh and blood. All I wish is for you to live safely, free from illness or calamity." Emperor Longfeng sighed as he observed his sons'' varied expressions. "Until the investigation into the servants is complete, all princes and princesses shall return to the palace to reside."

    "Do not leave the palace today. Matters in your respective ministries can wait." Emperor Longfeng looked at his sons. "I have already had palace attendants prepare your quarters. You need only settle in peacefully."

    The princes dared not meet the Emperor''s gaze, as though doing so would lay bare every thought in their minds.

    None of the Six Ministries officials present were fools. At this moment, no one dared to speak up.

    Recalling all the princes and princesses into the palace, forbidding them from leaving, and then thoroughly raiding their estates¡ªthis move of "draining the pond to catch all the fish" was ruthless.

    His Majesty had always been benevolent. For him to take such measures, it must mean the princes and princesses had crossed his bottom line. No wonder they could no longer maintain even the most basic composure.

    Li En glanced subtly at Prince Chen, seated comfortably in his chair. Ah, but here was one who slipped through the net.

    Who would have thought that among all the princes, Prince Chen would be the most indifferent to this affair?

    Logically, given Prince Chen¡¯s arrogant, extravagant nature, he should have been the most fearful of His Majesty¡¯s investigation. Why was the reality the complete opposite?

    "Father, my consort is still in the estate. I¡ª"

    "Do not worry." Emperor Longfeng cut off Prince Huai. "I have already sent for your consorts as well."

    The officials'' eyebrows twitched.

    Well now, truly no one could escape.

    The last flicker of hope in the three princes'' eyes was extinguished.

    Prince Chen cast a glance at his elder brothers, his mood somewhat complicated. What a pity he and Little Pig Ming weren¡¯t yet married¡ªotherwise, he could have had the Emperor summon her into the palace too. Then he could take her to Consort Ning¡¯s palace every day for meals.

    His mother¡¯s residence had not only an abundance of food but also jewelry, fabrics, and jade ornaments. How wonderful it would be to pick out the ones most suited for Little Pig Ming and take them away.

    Princes Huai, An, and Jing noticed Yun Duqing staring at them with envious eyes and barely resisted the urge to roll their own.

    What a lunatic!

    "Duqing, why are you looking at your brothers like that?" Emperor Longfeng smiled at Yun Duqing.

    "Father, this son is merely moved by your kindness as a father, ensuring that my brothers won¡¯t feel lonely in their solitude by summoning their consorts as well."

    The Six Ministries officials: "..."

    No wonder Prince Chen was so universally despised.

    His words were nothing short of a dagger to the heart, dripping with sarcasm.

    With even the mistresses of the estates removed, the princes had lost all control over their own households. Given the thoroughness of royal investigations, they¡¯d probably even count the number of anthills in each estate.

    Two officials with secret allegiances felt their hearts sink to the depths. His Majesty had grown suspicious of the princes.

    Recalling the tragedies of the Xian De era, when princes had fought ruthlessly for the throne, the officials fell into deeper silence.

    Perhaps this was for the best. With His Majesty keeping the princes and princesses firmly under his control, the horrors of the 30th year of Xian De would not repeat itself.

    When Prince Qi awoke, he found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. He tensed, scanning the room warily until a young eunuch he didn¡¯t recognize approached. "Your Highness, you¡¯re awake?"

    "Where is this?" Prince Qi glanced at the eunuch¡¯s attire and lay back down.

    "Your Highness, this is the Zhangliu Palace. His Majesty was concerned for your safety and had you brought here to recuperate."

    Wasn¡¯t this where underage princes resided before coming of age?

    He was injured, yet His Majesty had him moved into the palace while he was unconscious¡ªwas this out of concern, or was it control?

    "Thank you for His Majesty¡¯s care." Prince Qi forced a smile. "What is your name? Where are my usual attendants?"

    "This lowly one is called Er Cheng. The servants who usually attend you remain in your estate. If you or your consort require anything, you need only command us."

    So he and his consort had been placed under house arrest?

    Prince Qi¡¯s face paled. In that moment, he felt as though he had been thrown back into the 30th year of Xian De.

    Outside, the sound of an argument reached his ears¡ªhe could faintly recognize Prince Huai¡¯s voice.

    "Why is there such commotion outside?"

    "Your Highness, the palace attendants are preparing chambers for the other princes." Er Cheng smiled. "After the attempt on your life, His Majesty grew uneasy. Thus, he decreed that until next spring, all princes shall reside in the various halls of Zhangliu Palace."

    "You mean¡ªall the princes have been brought here?"

    "Yes, Your Highness. All the princes, their consorts, and the princesses have returned to the palace." Er Cheng added, "The princesses are housed in the Xiyu Palace. Once you¡¯ve recovered, you may visit them."

    Prince Qi: "..."

    He had only been unconscious for a few hours due to the anesthetic, yet the world had turned upside down in his absence?

 Chapter 40

    The crown prince had entered the palace alongside the officials from the six ministries, but when they left, only the officials remained.

    Their expressions were grave as they exited Taiyang Palace in silence, no one daring to speak. They walked wordlessly past Yingtian Gate, through the outer palace square, and were about to exit Zhuque Gate when the Minister of Justice finally broke the silence: "Colleagues, what do you think His Majesty intends..."

    "His Majesty''s actions are always well-considered," Li En replied with a respectful bow. "The Emperor''s paternal heart is evident. After the assassination attempt on Prince Qi, how could he possibly feel at ease letting the princes and princesses reside outside the palace?"

    "Minister Li speaks wisely," the Minister of Revenue sighed. "Though housing adult princes and princesses within the palace goes against ancestral customs, His Majesty''s devotion to his children is truly touching."

    The other officials echoed praises for the Emperor''s affection toward his children. Once they passed through Zhuque Gate, each boarded their respective ministry''s carriage and went their separate ways.

    Li En, Ming Jingzhou, and Zhou Rui boarded the Ministry of Rites'' carriage. The moment they exchanged glances, their polite smiles vanished.

    "This incident has far-reaching consequences," Li En sighed. "His Majesty summoning all the princes and princesses into the palace suggests his fury has reached its peak. Though we officials often quarrel over differing political views, becoming entangled in schemes against the imperial bloodline would be disastrous."

    "Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind," Ming Jingzhou leaned back calmly against the carriage wall. "There¡¯s no need to overthink it, Minister."

    Li En sighed again. After serving together for so many years, even a roadside wildflower, if seen daily for over a decade, would evoke some sentiment¡ªlet alone living, breathing men.

    "Stop the carriage," Zhou Rui suddenly said, spotting a shop selling colored threads. He smiled sheepishly. "Gentlemen, forgive me for the delay. I¡¯d like to buy some threads for my wife."

    "By all means, Brother Zhou," Ming Jingzhou lifted the curtain for him. After Zhou Rui stepped out, he turned to Li En. "Minister, why did you side with Prince Chen?"

    Li En chuckled. "Do you know what I saw in His Highness Prince Chen?"

    Ming Jingzhou remained silent.

    Unbothered by the lack of response, Li En stroked his beard thoughtfully. "That day, when I accompanied Prince Chen on an inspection of Hongwen Academy, I glimpsed in him the untainted heart of a young man."

    Ming Jingzhou¡¯s fingers brushed against the book hidden in his sleeve¡ªone he had intended to give Prince Chen but never had the chance.

    "Benevolence is the mark of a true ruler. Before one can become a great emperor, one must possess an innate purity toward all living things," Li En said frankly. "Twenty-five years ago, I saw this purity in His Majesty. To my surprise, a quarter-century later, I found it again in Prince Chen, the most scandal-ridden of all princes."

    "Minister," Ming Jingzhou paused before speaking. "Our loyalty lies with His Majesty."

    "Of course, we are loyal to His Majesty¡ªand to the people of this realm," Li En replied mildly, lowering his gaze. "Assisting Prince Chen and honing his governance skills is precisely what His Majesty expects of the Ministry of Rites. We are merely following orders."

    "I would have thought you¡¯d favor Prince Qi," Ming Jingzhou mused, lifting the curtain to listen to the street vendors'' calls with relaxed amusement.

    "A man who relies solely on rituals and rules to restrain himself¡ªwhat happens when those constraints vanish? No one can predict the outcome."

    History held no shortage of rulers who were once paragons of virtue in their youth, only to reveal their tyrannical natures upon ascending the throne.

    "Only those who retain their innate kindness after enduring worldly temptations are heaven¡¯s true gift to the people."

    Ming Jingzhou bowed slightly. "May the great dynasty be blessed with wise rulers who safeguard the people¡¯s peace and prosperity."

    "Gentlemen," Zhou Rui re-entered the carriage, lifting the curtain. "Apologies for keeping you waiting."

    "Not at all," Li En steadied him with a hand. "Perfect timing."

    Meanwhile, back at home, Lady Shen heard the news of all the princes and princesses being summoned to the palace. She called Jiuzhu over and recounted the events.

    "The allure of imperial power is perilous," Lady Shen patted Jiuzhu¡¯s hand. "You must be extra cautious from now on." S§×arch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "His Majesty confining them all in the palace and replacing their attendants is for their protection," Jiuzhu sipped the nourishing soup Lady Shen had prepared. "Though it disrupts whatever schemes the princes had, none now know each other¡¯s plans¡ªso in a way, they¡¯re all safer."

    "Perhaps His Majesty simply wishes to protect them," Jiuzhu set the empty bowl down earnestly. "Living in the palace means no worries about food, shelter, or schemes¡ªhow wonderful."

    "Oh," she added brightly, "if their expenses come from the Emperor¡¯s private coffers, it¡¯ll save a fortune too!"

    Lady Shen blinked in realization. "You¡¯re right. Maybe His Majesty just wants to keep them alive."

    Behind the title of Emperor, he was still a father.

    For days, Ming Jingzhou noticed his daughter¡¯s unusual attentiveness the moment he returned home. She¡¯d repeatedly ask when he¡¯d next enter the palace.

    "Jiuzhu," Ming Jingzhou set down his teacup¡ªhis third refill, courtesy of her. Though he hated to disappoint her, he couldn¡¯t drink another drop. "Is there something you need me to do?"

    Jiuzhu fidgeted. "Well... a small favor. If you¡¯re going to the palace soon, could you deliver something for me?"

    "For Prince Chen?" Ming Jingzhou wondered if the tea had gone sour¡ªit tasted oddly acidic.

    "Just a painting," Jiuzhu twisted her sleeve. "I promised it to His Highness. I can¡¯t let him down."

    "A painting?" Ming Jingzhou¡¯s pause made Jiuzhu anxious before he asked, tone peculiar, "You painted it?"

    "Yes," Jiuzhu hurried to the door, took a scroll from Chunfen, and returned. "Mother says my style resembles yours."

    His... style?

    Ming Jingzhou sipped tea to mask his discomfort. "She said that?"

    "Mm-hmm!" Jiuzhu unrolled the scroll eagerly. "Father, does it look like your work?"

    The painting, titled *Red Plum in Snow*, resembled more like *Withered Branches in a Desert*. Ming Jingzhou took a reflexive gulp of tea. "Daughter... has Prince Chen seen this yet?"

    "It¡¯s a surprise! Of course not." She glanced between the painting and him. "Father, does it really have your flair?"

    "It... certainly does," Ming Jingzhou recalled his own youthful artistic delusions and felt a pang of guilt.

    Like father, like daughter. The fault was his.

    "Ahem." He smiled benevolently. "Do you think Prince Chen will like it?"

    "Absolutely!" Jiuzhu rolled the scroll with confidence. "Last time I gave him a painting, he treasured it."

    "Understood." Ming Jingzhou nodded. "Tomorrow afternoon, I¡¯ll deliver it when I see His Majesty."

    "Thank you, Father!" Jiuzhu hurriedly handed the painting tube to Ming Jingzhou. "You''re the best father in the world."

    Ming Jingzhou sighed. His daughter''s sweet talk didn¡¯t come from him but rather from her mother.

    Back in the day, his paintings had also been lavishly praised by his wife as unparalleled under heaven¡ªuntil their family was exiled to the borderlands. When he tried to sell his paintings, no one bought them, and only then did he soberly recognize his artistic skill.

    Ah, who knew how many fresh compliments his wife had concocted over the years just to praise all those paintings of his.

    Looking down at the painting tube in his hand, Ming Jingzhou smiled. "Our Jiuzhu¡¯s painting is a rare treasure under heaven. His Highness will surely adore it."

    ---

    "Ugh." Prince Chen crawled out of bed and let the eunuchs dress and freshen him up. "Why does it feel especially cold today?"

    "Your Highness, this white fur robe was just delivered to your palace. Would you like to try it on?"

    Prince Chen pulled on the robe and lazily reclined on the daybed. In the short span of two incense sticks'' worth of time, he had already shifted restlessly through several positions.

    Before, he had to report to the Ministry of Rites every morning, shuffling around here and there, which he found tedious and bothersome. But now, lying idle in the palace with nothing to worry about, he somehow felt bored.

    He had the young eunuch bring him a few storybooks. After flipping through a couple of pages, he couldn¡¯t help but think that, had he been at the Ministry of Rites by now, he¡¯d already be copying texts.

    If he hadn¡¯t entered the palace, Minister Ming would probably be preparing new materials for him to copy.

    "Your Highness?" The young eunuch, seeing Prince Chen stop after just two pages, asked nervously, "Shall this servant fetch you different books?"

    "No need." Prince Chen tossed the book aside. "This prince has no interest in such trivial reading."

    With that, he strode out of the courtyard. Crossing the gate into the grand garden outside the Zhangliu Palace, he spotted Prince An and Prince Jing propping up a basket with a stick, scattering millet beneath it.

    "What are you two brothers up to in the middle of winter?" Prince Chen walked past the basket, "accidentally" knocking it over. "Oh dear, it was an honest mistake. Surely my elder brothers won¡¯t hold it against me?"

    He glanced up at the chirping birds on the tree branches. *I¡¯ve just saved your lives¡ªnow fly far away, won¡¯t you?*

    The two princes stared at the stick Prince Chen had kicked far away, then dropped the rope tied to it. "Fifth Brother jests. How could we dare blame you?"

    "Good." Prince Chen nodded in satisfaction. *They¡¯d better not.*

    Prince An felt his fists tighten. He glanced at Prince Jing, who was watching the sparrows flitting overhead with a regretful expression.

    "I wonder how Fourth Brother¡¯s injuries are faring?" Prince Chen clasped his hands behind his back and turned to his brothers. "Second Brother, Third Brother, have you visited him yet?"

    "It¡¯s still early. We didn¡¯t want to disturb him," Prince An said after a pause. "Shall we go together?"

    "Very well." Prince Chen looked around, casually snapped off a twig with two half-yellowed leaves stubbornly clinging to it, and shook it to dust it off¡ªonly for one leaf to flutter pathetically to the ground.

    "No need for formal gifts among brothers. The thought counts." He waved the remaining leaf. "This will add a rustic charm to a vase."

    Prince An and Prince Jing exchanged silent glances.

    They strongly suspected Yun Duqing wasn¡¯t visiting Yun Yanze to wish him well¡ªbut to send him off to the afterlife.

    Alas, Prince Chen remained oblivious. He cheerfully carried the nearly barren twig into Prince Qi¡¯s courtyard.

    "Your Highnesses, Prince An, Prince Jing, and Prince Chen have arrived."

    Sun Caiyao set down the medicine bowl, wiped Prince Qi¡¯s lips, and exchanged a glance with him. "Please invite them in," Prince Qi said gently.

    "Your injuries haven¡¯t healed yet. Rest properly." Sun Caiyao rose. "I¡¯ll greet them."

    Lifting the curtain, she saw Prince Chen leading the other two inside. Her gaze lingered briefly on his white fur robe before she lowered her eyes. "Your Highnesses, please come in."

    "Fourth Sister-in-law, no need for formalities." Prince Chen handed her the twig. "Here, a little decoration for Fourth Brother¡¯s room."

    The moment Sun Caiyao took it, the last struggling leaf made a final, desperate flutter before surrendering to the floor.

    Prince An stared at the dead leaf and the now-bare branch in Sun Caiyao¡¯s hand, silently willing her to whip Yun Duqing across the face with it.

    But Sun Caiyao, ever the poised noblewoman, simply smiled. "Thank you for your thoughtful gift, Fifth Brother. I¡¯ll place it in His Highness¡¯s room for him to admire."

    "Fourth Sister-in-law, after you." Prince Chen strode into Prince Qi¡¯s chamber and pointed at a tall vase opposite the bed. "That one looks perfect. Put it there."

    The ever-graceful Sun Caiyao¡¯s hand trembled slightly. "...Very well."

    Once the twig was lodged in the vase, Prince Chen nodded in approval. "It suits the room." He turned to Prince Qi. "Don¡¯t you think so, Fourth Brother?"

    Prince Qi¡¯s gaze lingered on the vase. "If it pleases you, Fifth Brother."

    *Did Yun Duqing bring this dead branch just to mock my injuries?*

    Since childhood, his precious fifth brother had flaunted their father¡¯s favor with these thinly veiled provocations.

    "Since Fourth Brother likes my gift, of course I¡¯m pleased." Prince Chen settled into a chair, studying Prince Qi¡¯s pallid face. "Has your wound improved?"

    "Much better." Prince Qi coughed weakly. "Second Brother, Third Brother, please sit. Forgive me for not greeting you properly."

    "Brothers need no formalities." Prince An studied Prince Qi¡¯s complexion. "The assassin who wounded you has been sentenced to execution. Rest easy."

    "Thank you for your concern." Prince Qi¡¯s gaze flickered between them.

    *Is the mastermind among these three?*

    "Fourth Brother¡¯s injury is external¡ªwhy the cough?" Prince Chen summoned a eunuch. "Fetch the imperial physician at once!"

    He adjusted Prince Qi¡¯s blanket with a press of his hand. "Our bodies are gifts from our parents. You mustn¡¯t neglect your health."

    *Pain.*

    Prince Qi¡¯s face whitened instantly. *This bastard Yun Duqing just pressed on my wound!*

    Before long, Prince Huai arrived with a gift¡ªmarginally more generous: a box of ginseng pills.

    "All my younger brothers are here?" He handed the pills to a eunuch and approached the bed. "Fourth Brother, your blanket isn¡¯t even properly tucked¡ª"

    "No need for help, Eldest Brother. I can manage." Prince Qi eyed him warily.

    "Why stand on ceremony?" Prince Huai leaned down and firmly smoothed the blanket over Prince Qi¡¯s chest¡ªignoring his sharp gasp. "Ah, how careless of me. I forgot your wound is there."

    Prince Qi inhaled sharply.

    *Yun Liu''an, you son of a bitch!*

    Prince Huai straightened up and took a seat beside Prince Chen.

    *Judging by Yun Yanze¡¯s expression, his injury is real.*

    **Who on earth did this?** Did he not anticipate that His Majesty would confine them all to the palace over this matter?

    At first, he suspected it was a self-inflicted scheme by **Yun Yanze**, but upon hearing palace servants mention that **Emperor Longfeng** had ordered a thorough investigation of **Prince Qi**''s residence and the **Zheng family**, he knew **Yun Yanze** couldn¡¯t possibly be behind it.

    He wasn¡¯t that foolish.

    He turned to glance at **Prince Chen**, who raised an eyebrow at him in return.

    It couldn¡¯t be **Yun Duqing** either¡ªfavored by the emperor, he had no need for such schemes. Even without lifting a finger, he outshone his brothers.

    Could it be **Prince An** or **Prince Jing**?

    Those two had always been mediocre and unremarkable¡ªwhere would they find the audacity to orchestrate something like this?

    *"What a rare gathering of us five brothers."* **Yun Duqing** suddenly spoke up. *"It¡¯s cold today¡ªwhy don¡¯t we all share a hotpot here at Fourth Brother¡¯s place?"*

    **Prince Huai** turned to look at **Prince Qi**, still bedridden. Weren¡¯t the injured supposed to avoid spicy food?

    *"Fifth Brother has a fine idea!"* **Prince Huai** clapped his hands and laughed. *"This elder brother will have the servants prepare it at once."*

    Confined within the cramped **Zhangliu Palace**, forbidden from even stepping beyond the palace gates, life was unbearably dull. They had to find some amusement.

    An hour later, the scent of hotpot filled the room. **Prince Qi**, lying in bed, watched the four of them gathered around the table, chopsticks flying and cups clinking. He resisted the urge to grab his pillow and hurl it at them.

    *A pack of damned bastards!*

    Once they had eaten their fill, **Prince Chen** stood and draped his white fur cloak over his shoulders. Smiling at **Prince Qi**, he said, *"Fourth Brother, your complexion looks much livelier with our company. In that case, we¡¯ll visit you again tomorrow."*

    *"Indeed, don¡¯t worry, Fourth Brother."* **Prince Huai** nodded. *"We¡¯ll come see you often until you¡¯ve fully recovered."*

    **Prince Qi** forced a smile, though his eyes burned with barely concealed murderous intent.

    *"Then I must thank my dear brothers for your kindness."* His voice was soft and gentle again. *"It¡¯s all my fault for failing to see through the assassin¡¯s plot, worrying His Majesty so. But perhaps this is for the best¡ªit¡¯s just like when we were children, all living together again."*

    At these words, **Prince Huai**¡¯s smile vanished.

    True¡ªif not for **Yun Yanze**¡¯s assassination attempt, they wouldn¡¯t be trapped in the palace.

    If he ever found out which idiot had pulled this reckless stunt, he¡¯d make sure their head rolled.

    News of the events at **Zhangliu Palace** soon reached **Emperor Longfeng**. Instead of anger, he laughed and summoned **Liu Zhongbao**. *"Duqing enjoys hotpot¡ªhave the Imperial Household Department send more fresh ingredients to **Zhangliu Palace**¡¯s kitchen. Especially his favorite dishes¡ªensure they¡¯re never in short supply."*

    *"Your Majesty need not worry. This old servant has already made the arrangements."* **Liu Zhongbao** bowed as he ground ink for the emperor. *"Your Majesty, all the maids and eunuchs from the princes¡¯ and princesses¡¯ residences have been confined together. The rest of the servants are also under house arrest, guarded strictly by the Imperial Guards."*

    *"Hmm."* Noticing **Liu Zhongbao**¡¯s hesitation, the emperor asked, *"Has something else happened?"*

    *"This servant heard that two servants from **Prince Qi**¡¯s maternal family, the **Zhengs**, fled with their master¡¯s jewels. The **Zheng family** is now searching everywhere for them."* **Liu Zhongbao** chuckled. *"Many in the capital are mocking the **Zhengs** for failing to control their own servants."*

    *"When did they disappear?"*

    *"Last night, perhaps?"* **Liu Zhongbao** smiled. *"This old servant only caught whispers of it¡ªthe details remain unclear."*

    *"You crafty old fox."* **Emperor Longfeng** set down his brush and laughed. *"Summon the Imperial Dragon Guards."*

    The Imperial Dragon Guards¡ªelite soldiers who answered only to the emperor, rarely deployed unless absolutely necessary.

    *"Find those two runaway servants of the **Zheng family** and bring them to me."* The emperor¡¯s voice turned cold. *"I, too, wish to see what treacherous, oath-breaking scum looks like."*

    ---

    After breakfast, **Jiuzhu** was dragged out by **Zhou Xiao**.

    *"Sister Zhou."* **Jiuzhu** glanced at **Zhou Xiao**, panting heavily, and reached out to steady her. *"Should we have someone carry you up on a sedan chair?"*

    *"No!"* **Zhou Xiao** shook her head stubbornly, still catching her breath. *"To seek a protective charm, one must walk to the temple with sincerity. Only then will the gods listen."*

    *"Fine."* **Jiuzhu** sighed in resignation, pulling her along step by step. Behind them trailed a crowd of maids and guards¡ªless like pilgrims and more like a mob ready to dismantle the temple.

    *"Little Sister, are you sure there are really eminent monks in this remote wilderness?"* **Zhou Shucheng**, sweating and out of breath, eyed **Jiuzhu**¡ªwho showed no signs of fatigue¡ªwith disbelief. *How is a grown man like me being outwalked by a teenage girl?*

    *"Yes!"* **Zhou Xiao** nodded firmly. *"I¡¯ve heard this mountain temple houses several venerable monks. Their protective charms are especially potent. I want to get one for Father, Mother¡­ and, well, **Sixth Young Master Ming** too."*

    Maybe with a charm, he wouldn¡¯t keep tripping and injuring his legs.

    **Zhou Shucheng**: *"..."*

    *"Incidentally"* for **Ming Cunfu**?

    It was clearly for **Ming Cunfu** that he was suffering this torment!

    **Jiuzhu** hesitated but chose not to mention that protective charms were more a Daoist specialty¡ªorthodox Buddhist monks typically didn¡¯t make them.

    *"There!"* **Zhou Xiao** pointed ahead. *"I see the temple! Sister, pull me up!"*

    Watching **Zhou Xiao**¡¯s trembling legs yet unyielding determination, **Jiuzhu** silently vowed: *If **Sixth Brother Ming** ever dares to wrong Sister Zhou, I¡¯ll break his legs myself.*

    *"Wait for me!"* **Zhou Shucheng** leaned on his servant¡¯s shoulder, gasping. *"You two¡ªslow down! Have mercy on a man¡¯s pride!"*

    The servants half-dragged, half-carried him to the temple gates.

    The temple was even shabbier than expected¡ªa rusted bell hung from a tree, coated in dust. Fallen leaves littered the courtyard, though not yet swept away.

    *"Buddha forgive us, Buddha forgive us."* **Zhou Shucheng** bowed hastily toward the shrine. *"Is anyone here?"*

    When no one answered, he signaled a servant.

    *"Venerable Master!"* the servant bellowed. *"We come with sincere devotion¡ªand alms for the temple!"*

    *"Amitabha."* A monk in patched robes emerged, bowing. *"Esteemed patrons, please enter."*

    **Zhou Shucheng**, noting the monk¡¯s sturdy build and steady gait, asked suspiciously, *"Master, are you a martial monk?"*

    Would a martial monk even know how to draw charms?

    *"Patron jokes."* The monk clasped his hands. *"This humble monk tends the fields, fetches water, and sweeps the temple daily. Labor strengthens the body."*

    *"Ah, of course."* **Zhou Shucheng** nodded, stepping forward¡ªonly for **Jiuzhu** to block his path.

    *"Wait."* She turned to the monk. *"Were you about to leave, Master?"*

    *"Why would this monk leave?"* He smiled. *"I reside here in solitude."*

    "If the Master never leaves the temple, why are you wearing the ancestral kasaya robe?" Jiuzhu shielded Zhou Xiao behind her, her usually sweet face now stern. "Buddhist monks devote themselves to quiet cultivation, detached from worldly matters. They would never wear the ancestral kasaya except for important occasions like dharma assemblies or scripture lectures."

    Zhou Xiao glanced at Jiuzhu, surprised to see such solemnity in her expression.

    With a gesture, Jiuzhu ordered the guards of the Zhou and Ming families to surround the temple gates, ensuring not even a mosquito could escape. Only then did she speak with certainty: "You are not a true monk."

 Chapter 41

    After all the princes and princesses were confined to the palace, and several servants in the mansion died in a fire caused by a toppled candle while drunkenly brawling, the Scar-faced Man sensed something amiss.

    These servants were all long-time retainers of the household, having traveled far and wide with their masters over the years. They held some standing in the eyes of their superiors and were known for their caution¡ªhardly the type to gather for a reckless drinking session that would end in their deaths.

    "The Imperial Guards have surrounded both the Prince''s and Princess''s residences. No servants are allowed to leave. I heard someone tried to get closer to see the commotion today and was nearly arrested."

    "His Majesty truly values Prince Qi, going to such lengths for him."

    "Are you new here?"

    "Ah, yes. Why do you ask?"

    "Newcomers who know nothing should keep their mouths shut."

    Passing through the outer courtyard, the Scar-faced Man overheard the servants'' chatter and felt an eerie sensation of being watched.

    Only the dead keep secrets¡ªtheir master intended to silence all the servants who knew too much!

    Realizing the danger, he feigned a quarrel with another servant, retreated to his room to gather his belongings, and fled the city under cover of night with the steward who had once accompanied him to Lingzhou.

    Not daring to venture too far until the heat died down, they sought refuge.

    "There¡¯s a small temple in the hills outside the city, home to just a few old monks. Hardly anyone visits," the steward in blue robes said, pulling a dagger from his boot. "We¡¯ll hide there until we¡¯re safe from our master¡¯s pursuit."

    "Are you sure no one will come?" the Scar-faced Man asked warily.

    "That rundown place only attracts the occasional ignorant peasant woman for prayers. If the monks are lucky, they might see a visitor or two¡ªno nobles would ever set foot there."

    "Fine." After a brief pause, the Scar-faced Man agreed.

    Upon reaching the temple, they deceived the monks into letting them stay, then quickly bound them.

    The steward in blue moved to slit the monks¡¯ throats, but the Scar-faced Man stopped him. "Disposing of bodies is troublesome. Lock them in the root cellar first."

    As they hauled the monks down, the steward grumbled, "What do these stinking monks eat to be so heavy?"

    "You villains, committing evil before the gods! The Bodhisattva will punish you!"

    "The Bodhisattva?" The Scar-faced Man sneered, tapping his dagger against one monk¡¯s scarred scalp. "Years ago, some brat swore the Three Pure Ones would punish me. Yet here I am, alive and well."

    "Gods and Buddhas fear the wicked." Satisfied by the monks¡¯ trembling, he sheathed his blade. "Stay quiet. Out here in the wilderness, if you make a sound, we¡¯ll kill you without¡ª"

    Before he could finish, shouts erupted outside.

    "What¡¯s going on? Didn¡¯t you say this dump was deserted?" The Scar-faced Man glared at the steward, his gaze lingering on the man¡¯s shaved head.

    "I¡¯ll check." The steward hastily donned a monk¡¯s robe and patched kasaya before striding out.

    At the gate, he saw noble youths escorted by servants and guards, and his stomach dropped. What were these pampered young masters and mistresses doing at a shabby temple at this hour? Still, their naivety might work in his favor¡ªif he could deceive them, they¡¯d leave without trouble.

    But as he plotted his lies, the youngest noble girl saw through his disguise.

    What was wrong with these capital-bred ladies? How did she know how monks usually dressed?

    "What does the benefactress mean?" The steward opened his outer kasaya to reveal the patched robe beneath. "This humble monk wished to appear presentable before devout visitors. I never imagined such a gesture would cause misunderstanding."

    "The steep path proves your piety and connection to the Buddha." He chanted a sutra, turning toward the statue. "Let us not raise weapons in His presence."

    "Master, as a monk, you fret over patched robes?" Jiuzhu remained unmoved. "Your devotion is clearly lacking."

    The steward nearly cursed. Who cared what monks wore? Just pray and leave!

    Tension thickened. Noticing the burly guards, the steward suddenly pointed behind the statue and bellowed, "The Buddha! The Buddha!"

    What about the Buddha?

    Even the boldest hesitated at the mention of divine wrath. As the guards glanced away, the steward lunged, leaping over them to strike at the talkative girl.

    "Ah!"

    Inside, the Scar-faced Man paused mid-gagging the monks. That fool hadn¡¯t just killed someone, had he?

    He silenced the monks with a threatening look. "Stay put!" Then he crept out of the cellar.

    He should¡¯ve never teamed up with this idiot.

    "Jiuzhu, is... is he still alive?" The Zhou siblings huddled together, eyeing the unconscious imposter.

    "He¡¯ll live. The strike was meant to incapacitate, not kill." Jiuzhu twirled the guard¡¯s baton. Quite handy, these defensive tools.

    "But... I swear I heard bones crack." Zhou Shucheng nudged the imposter with his toe. Getting no response, he ordered a servant to fetch rope.

    "Young Master, we didn¡¯t bring any," the servant fretted. "Should we search the temple?"

    "Don¡¯t go in yet¡ªthere might be accomplices." Jiuzhu handed the baton to Zhou Shucheng. "Go on."

    "Me?" Trembling, he took it, afraid refusal would earn him a whack too.

    "Stand back and protect your sister." Jiuzhu rolled up her sleeves, found a large rock, and placed it on the imposter¡¯s hands.

    "Jiuzhu!" Zhou Xiao gasped. "Just tie him up! Smashing his head would... would be too gruesome!"

    "Sister, what are you thinking? We¡¯re proper folk¡ªwe don¡¯t execute people." Jiuzhu blinked innocently. "Certain hand pressure points weaken limbs when pressed long enough." She dusted off her hands. "No rope, so this will do."

    "Oh." Zhou Xiao glanced at her quaking brother, then at Jiuzhu¡¯s rolled sleeves. Hesitantly, she inched closer and tugged Jiuzhu¡¯s sleeve.

    "Elder Sister Zhou?" Jiuzhu noticed Zhou Xiao clutching at her sleeve. Taking out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, she then wrapped an arm around Zhou Xiao''s shoulder in reassurance. "Don''t be afraid. There are many of us here. This temple is small, the conditions poor, and there are no extra dwellings. By my estimation, even if there are villains hiding here, there couldn¡¯t be more than five."

    The Scar-faced Man had just emerged from the backyard when the guards spotted him. Sensing trouble, he turned and bolted.

    "Stop!" The guards immediately gave chase.

    With only one path leading down the mountain, the Scar-faced Man had nowhere to flee. Cornered against a wall, he clenched his dagger in frustration. "I¡¯ve done so much for the Zheng family¡ªall I wanted was to live under a false name. Why must they be so ruthless, hunting me down like this?"

    Though the guards didn¡¯t understand the fake monk¡¯s words, they remained silent in front of their young masters and mistresses.

    "You risk your lives serving your masters, just as I once did," the Scar-faced Man sneered, pointing his dagger at them. "Today, you kill me. Tomorrow, the Zheng family will silence you too¡ªjust to protect themselves."

    The Zheng family?

    Zhou Shucheng¡¯s heart tightened. Something about this situation felt off. Had they stumbled into some kind of secret affair?

    No¡ªabsolutely no one could be allowed to speak further. In the capital, knowing the wrong secret was dangerous.

    "Silence!" Zhou Shucheng barked sharply. "What nonsense about the Zheng family or the Zhou family? You¡¯re nothing but a criminal! Confess now¡ªdo you have accomplices? I¡¯ve already sent for the authorities!"

    "You¡¯re not from the Zheng family?" The Scar-faced Man turned toward the voice and recognized the speaker.

    Young Master Zhou?

    Why was the son of a Vice Minister not at home studying, but instead wandering deep into the mountains to pray to some Bodhisattva?

    The Scar-faced Man never imagined his escape plan would be ruined by a pampered noble with too much time on his hands.

    "Tie him up first," Zhou Shucheng ordered, stepping back warily as the scarred man glared at him. Gripping a wooden staff, he hurried over to Jiuzhu and shouted with forced bravado, "Don¡¯t let him escape!"

    "Young Master, we don¡¯t have¡ª"

    "No rope? Use your belts!" Zhou Shucheng shuffled behind Jiuzhu. If the Ming girl could knock out an assailant with a stick, she could surely protect a delicate scholar like him.

    A servant reluctantly undid his belt, clutching his trousers in humiliation as he hid in a corner.

    Outnumbered, the Scar-faced Man was overpowered by the guards and bound shamefully with two belts.

    "Just looking at you, anyone can tell you¡¯re no good." Now that the man was restrained, Zhou Shucheng dared to step out from behind Jiuzhu. "Where are the real monks of this temple?"

    The Scar-faced Man ignored him, his bloodshot eyes locked on Ming Jiuzhu instead. Why was she here?

    The sight of her face brought back the humiliation he¡¯d suffered at the hands of the capital¡¯s authorities.

    Jiuzhu recognized him too. She stood motionless, fingers brushing the golden phoenix hairpin at her temple before slowly lowering her hand.

    "What are you staring at?" Zhou Shucheng mustered his courage to shield Jiuzhu and his sister. The Zheng family¡¯s dog was truly despicable¡ªeven now, he couldn¡¯t stop ogling young women.

    "Young Master, Mistress! We found several monks tied up in the cellar," a guard reported after searching the temple.

    Zhou Xiao watched the trembling monks and suddenly doubted the efficacy of their protective charms.

    "Elder Sister Zhou¡­ monks actually don¡¯t draw talismans," Jiuzhu said gently, seeing her crestfallen expression. "But sincerity matters most. Your parents will surely be happy with the charm you bring them."

    "You don¡¯t have to console me. I understand." Zhou Xiao patted Jiuzhu¡¯s hand. "I shouldn¡¯t have believed those rumors and dragged you and my brother all this way just to encounter fake monks."

    "Not at all." Jiuzhu shook her head. "If you hadn¡¯t insisted on coming, we wouldn¡¯t have caught these villains or rescued the monks. Your determination saved lives¡ªthat¡¯s truly virtuous."

    "Really?" The thought lifted Zhou Xiao¡¯s spirits. "Still, if you hadn¡¯t noticed something odd about that fake monk, we couldn¡¯t have helped them."

    "Noble guests, if you seek protective charms, this humble monk can draw them for you," a gaunt monk offered hesitantly. "I¡­ studied Daoist arts in my youth."

    Jiuzhu turned to him. "Then why did you become a monk?"

    "The abbot showed me kindness when I had no family left. So I took vows." The monk bowed. "I¡¯ll draw as many charms as you need¡ªno payment required."

    Zhou Xiao: "¡­"

    Suddenly, she wasn¡¯t so keen on charms anymore.

    "Elder Sister, since we¡¯re here, let the master draw a few for you." Jiuzhu clasped her hands toward the temple¡¯s Buddha statue. "Sincerity is the greatest blessing of all."

    Persuaded, Zhou Xiao followed Zhou Shucheng to watch the ex-Daoist-turned-monk draw talismans.

    Jiuzhu approached the bound Scar-faced Man, studying him closely.

    Nine years had aged him greatly. Tied up and helpless on the ground, he looked like nothing more than a pitiful worm.

    The fear, unease, and dread she once felt seemed to fade in this moment.

    The monster who had haunted her memories now seemed so small.

    The Scar-faced Man turned his face, pressing his scarred chin against the dirt. He didn¡¯t understand Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s gaze, but he hated it.

    When she still didn¡¯t leave, he spat out, "Miss Ming, what do you want?"

    Jiuzhu tilted her head. "Nothing much. I just think you look like a worm like this."

    She was mocking him!

    He thrashed, succeeding only in scraping his face against the gravel. He couldn¡¯t even touch the tip of her shoe.

    "Already angry?" Jiuzhu sighed. "How petty for someone so cruel."

    She stepped back as footsteps echoed from the mountain path.

    The Dragon Guard had tracked the Zheng family¡¯s fugitive to this dilapidated temple, but they never expected to find a crowd of servants¡ªand a noble young lady¡ªwaiting outside.

    "The Dragon Guard act under His Majesty¡¯s orders to apprehend a fugitive. Please step aside, noble guests." Their commander flashed a golden badge and bowed. "Have you seen two suspicious men?"

    "Yes." Jiuzhu nodded.

    "Where?" The commander¡¯s hand rested on his sword hilt.

    Jiuzhu pointed at the Scar-faced Man trussed with belts, then at the fake monk pinned under a rock. "There. And there."

    The Dragon Guard stared at the two captives in silence.

    The Commander of the Dragon Guard studied Jiuzhu and cupped his hands again. "Might I ask who the noble lady is?"

    "I am the daughter of Vice Minister Ming of the Ministry of Rites," Jiuzhu returned the gesture. "These two men were impersonating monks and were caught by us, so we had our guards subdue them. Little did we know they were fugitives sought by His Majesty. In that case, we shall leave them to your handling."

    "So it is County Mistress Ming. This humble general has been discourteous." The commander''s expression shifted slightly as he bowed deeply. "I hope the County Mistress was not frightened?"

    "Thank you for your concern, General. With our guards present, we were unharmed." Jiuzhu watched as two Dragon Guards carried away the stone and shackled the impostor monks'' hands and feet. She took two steps back. "After you, General."

    The commander glanced at the Zhou siblings inside the temple. "These two are involved in a major court case. I must ask the County Mistress and the other two noble guests to keep today¡¯s events confidential and not speak of them to others."

    "You have my word. I will relay this to them."

    "My gratitude, County Mistress." The commander saluted again before swiftly leading the Dragon Guards and the prisoners away.

    Jiuzhu stood at the end of the path, watching the Dragon Guards depart. The wind lifted the silk shawl draped over her shoulders, sending it fluttering behind her, light and ethereal.

    ---

    "Your Majesty." Liu Zhongbao helped Emperor Longfeng remove his imperial crown after court and spoke softly, "The fleeing servants of the Zheng family have been captured by the Dragon Guards."

    "So quickly?" The Emperor calculated the time¡ªless than three hours had passed since his order.

    "The commander reported that the culprits had already been apprehended when they arrived," Liu Zhongbao said carefully as he removed the dragon-patterned jade pendant. "They owe much to County Mistress Ming''s assistance."

    Emperor Longfeng looked at him with amusement. "Go to the Dragon Guards and investigate what these two have done in the past."

    "At once, Your Majesty." Liu Zhongbao placed the jade pendant into a box. "Sire, these past few days, the families of the various princess consorts have been sending gifts into the palace."

    Only Prince Chen, with no maternal relatives, had received nothing.

    "I see you¡¯re here to plead benefits for Duqing." Emperor Longfeng chuckled. "Arrange for Ming Jingzhou to be summoned to the palace¡ªtell him it¡¯s to instruct Prince Chen."

    "This servant obeys Your Majesty¡¯s decree." Liu Zhongbao bowed with a smile. "I take my leave."

    Exiting the main hall of Taiyang Palace, he took the horsetail whisk handed to him by a young eunuch and flicked it. "Go to the Ministry of Rites and escort Vice Minister Ming into the palace. Be courteous¡ªdo not offend him."

    "Rest assured, Grandfather Liu. This humble servant will handle it flawlessly." The young eunuch, delighted with the errand, hurried off.

    Liu Zhongbao headed straight for the Dragon Guards¡¯ dungeon, where the two Zheng servants were held in separate cells.

    "L-Liu¡­" The Scar-faced Man stammered in terror upon recognizing him.

    Why was the Emperor¡¯s chief eunuch here?!

    "My, my. You seem familiar with this humble servant." Eunuch Liu smiled faintly. "How fortuitous¡ªI do love catching up with acquaintances. Today, we shall have a nice, long chat."

    He tilted his head. "Before we begin, let¡¯s loosen their skin with the comb. Tight skin makes tight lips, and tight lips don¡¯t speak easily. Bear with us."

    The Scar-faced Man and his companion were dragged out, and soon, their screams echoed through the dungeon.

    Liu Zhongbao flicked his whisk and remarked to the commander, "It seems the young officer handling the comb today has quite the skilled hand."

    The commander grinned. "With Your Excellency present, the men naturally wanted to show their best."

    The two exchanged smiles as if standing amidst serene mountains and rivers, rather than a dungeon filled with agonized cries.

    ---

    Prince Chen reclined on a rocking chair in his courtyard, lazily watching eunuchs and maids carry bundles into Prince Huai¡¯s residence. He beckoned his attendant. "Is Prince Huai moving house?"

    "Your Highness, these are gifts sent by Princess Huai¡¯s family," the eunuch replied. "A token of their affection for their daughter."

    The day before, it had been the families of Princess Consort Qi and Princess Consort An. Today, it was Princess Huai and Princess Consort Jing. The endless commotion left no peace.

    Rolling onto his side, Prince Chen scoffed. As imperial princes, did they need gifts from their wives¡¯ families?

    "Your Highness, Vice Minister Ming of the Ministry of Rites has arrived. Will you receive him?"

    Ming Jingzhou was here?

    Prince Chen sat up. "See him!"

    Glancing at his rocking chair, he called for servants. "Take this away and bring a tea table and chairs. And fetch some proper books from my study."

    When Ming Jingzhou entered the gates of Zhangliu Palace and stepped into Prince Chen¡¯s courtyard, he was greeted by the sight of the handsome prince immersed in scholarly reading.

    "Your servant greets Your Highness."

    "No need for formalities, Vice Minister Ming." Prince Chen set down his book and helped him up. "Please, take a seat."

    "My thanks." Ming Jingzhou sat without protest. Noticing the book on the table, he accepted the tea served by a eunuch. "It gladdens me to see Your Highness so diligent."

    "Though I reside in the palace, I dare not waste my days." Prince Chen lied without blinking. "To what do I owe the honor of your visit today?"

    "I come for two reasons. First, by His Majesty¡¯s decree, to instruct Your Highness on the affairs of the Ministry of Rites. Second, to deliver this." Ming Jingzhou placed a scroll case on the table.

    "What is this?" Prince Chen eyed the case curiously.

    "A painting from my daughter¡ª*Plum Blossoms in Snow*." Ming Jingzhou sipped his tea. "Would Your Highness care to see if it pleases you?"

    So Ming Jiuzhu had finally finished her snowscape?

    Prince Chen unrolled the scroll and, upon seeing the artwork that bore little resemblance to its title, let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling with warmth.

    "My thanks, Vice Minister Ming." He carefully rolled it back up. "I shall treasure Jiuzhu¡¯s labor of love."

    The painting was¡­ unconventional, but upon closer inspection, it held a certain charm.

    At the very least, the painter was charming.

    "I am glad it meets Your Highness¡¯s favor." Ming Jingzhou smiled. "My daughter will be overjoyed to hear you like it."

    He then retrieved several books from his sleeve. "As an outsider, I cannot enter the palace frequently. Please study and copy these for now. I shall bring more during my next visit."

    Prince Chen: "..."

    "Your Highness?" Ming Jingzhou¡¯s smile remained benign.

    "Rest assured, Vice Minister. I shall read and copy them diligently." Prince Chen forced a smile. "Your efforts are appreciated."

    "Not at all." Ming Jingzhou¡¯s tone was gentle. "Your Highness¡¯s happiness is reward enough."

    Prince Chen smiled back¡ªbrightly. sea??h th§× Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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    A day later, every prince in Zhangliu Palace knew that Prince Chen had received a painting from his future bride.

    Seated around a hotpot in Prince Qi¡¯s quarters, the four brothers discussed the matter.

    "County Mistress Ming truly lives up to the Ming family¡¯s reputation¡ªher artistry is unparalleled," Prince Huai remarked.

    "Naturally." Prince Chen smiled. "A pity the Mings only paint for family and spouses. Otherwise, I might have asked Vice Minister Ming to create one for each of you."

    "What a shame." Prince An sighed. "Might I have the honor of viewing County Mistress Ming¡¯s work, Fifth Brother?"

    Prince Chen¡¯s chopsticks paused mid-air. "Perhaps¡­ another time."

    "Another time" was royal code for "never." And they all knew it.

    Prince An let out a sigh, his curiosity growing even stronger toward the Ming family¡¯s paintings.

    Prince Qi lay on the bed, refusing to even glance at the four people chatting and eating hot pot.

    Three days¡ªthree whole days!

    They still hadn¡¯t grown tired of the hot pot, but the scent of it had already permeated every corner of the room he was staying in.

    Before the meal was even finished, Liu Zhongbao entered the room, followed by a group of strong eunuchs.

    "Your Highnesses," Liu Zhongbao bowed. "His Majesty summons you to Taiyang Palace at once."

    Prince Chen set down his chopsticks. On Liu Zhongbao¡¯s person, he detected a faint, earthy dampness¡ªand something else¡­ the metallic tang of blood.

    "Due to Prince Qi¡¯s injuries, the attendants will carry His Highness there," Liu Zhongbao said, cupping his hands respectfully toward Prince Qi. "We beg Your Highness¡¯s understanding."

 Chapter 42

    "Liu Zhongbao, the lingering scent of hot pot clings to us brothers. Would it not be improper to appear before His Majesty in such a state?" Prince Huai wiped his mouth. "Might we be permitted to return to our quarters to change into fresh robes?"

    "Your Highnesses, His Majesty has witnessed all manner of childish antics from you since your youth. There is no need for such formality." Liu Zhongbao bowed with a smile. "My lords, please proceed."

    Prince Huai glanced at Prince Chen. Given how dearly their father doted on his fifth brother, surely Prince Chen must have some prior knowledge of today¡¯s summons?

    Prince Chen shook his head subtly. Why was he being singled out?

    The four princes rose to their feet. Watching as the burly eunuchs carried Yun Yanze onto a palanquin, they followed obediently.

    "Had I known, I wouldn¡¯t have eaten hot pot today," Prince Chen sighed. "Three days in a row¡ªeven I¡¯ve grown weary of it."

    His three elder brothers turned to glare at him. Couldn¡¯t he say something useful at a time like this?

    Upon entering Taiyang Palace, Prince Huai scanned the surroundings. The imperial guards were stationed as usual¡ªneither more nor fewer than normal¡ªand the attending palace servants appeared unremarkable. Clutching the jade pendant at his waist, he took a deep breath and stepped through the main hall¡¯s threshold first.

    "You¡¯ve all arrived?" Emperor Longfeng glanced at his five sons before resuming his brushwork on paper. Prince Huai clasped his hands behind his back and discreetly nudged Prince Chen.

    As the most favored son, now was your moment to step forward.

    Prince Chen sidestepped the prod. Even the most cherished son must learn to read his father¡¯s mood.

    Did he look foolish enough to speak up now?

    A deathly silence filled the hall. None of the princes dared even breathe too loudly.

    After what felt like two incense sticks¡¯ worth of time, Emperor Longfeng finally spoke again: "Do you know why I summoned you today? Eldest, you first."

    Prince Huai¡¯s heart pounded, but he feigned composure as he shook his head.

    Had his spies in Prince Qi¡¯s estate been discovered? Had his private criticisms of Consort Su and Yun Duqing reached the Emperor¡¯s ears?

    Had he carelessly damaged an imperial gift?

    Had his discreet associations with certain officials come to light?

    Had he accepted bribes from subordinates?

    Or had he secured a sixth-rank post for his consort¡¯s cousin?

    "Second Son, what about you?"

    Prince An shook his head hurriedly.

    Emperor Longfeng turned to Prince Jing. Before he could even ask, Prince Jing vehemently shook his head.

    Prince Qi leaned against his chair, clutching his chest with a faint cough, his face ashen.

    "Father, don¡¯t look at me," Prince Chen said shamelessly. "You¡¯re already well aware of my usual antics. Must I recount them again?"

    His four elder brothers swiveled to stare at him. Was that tone... pride?

    "So, you remain oblivious to your own deeds." Emperor Longfeng set down his brush, his voice hardening. "I am not yet dead. Must you already vie for my throne?"

    "Father!" Prince Huai¡¯s face paled as he dropped to his knees with a thud. The other princes, equally terrified, knelt and pressed their foreheads to the floor.

    "See for yourselves." The Emperor hurled several thick memorials at his sons. Whether by chance or design, all struck the four elder brothers¡ªPrince Chen emerged unscathed.

    "Scheming advisors! Planting spies!" Emperor Longfeng sneered. "Had this been the Xiande era, you¡¯d have long been imprisoned¡ªwithout even knowing why."

    "You keep your hired strategists right in your own estates. Did you think I wouldn¡¯t notice?" The Emperor snatched a scroll and rapped Prince Huai¡¯s head twice. "You¡¯re bold enough to accept bribes, yet too inept to cover your tracks?"

    Prince Huai shrank back, silent.

    "And you¡ªrenowned for both scholarship and martial prowess, yet turning a blind eye to the Zheng Family¡¯s crimes." Emperor Longfeng pointed at Prince Qi. "Do you know how your Sixth Imperial Uncle died?"

    "Slain by the stupidity of his maternal family." The Emperor¡¯s voice dripped ice. "Exiled to Youzhou, yet dead on the road¡ªa journey that should have taken mere days."

    "Every move you¡¯re making, my own brothers tried before you." His gaze swept over the prostrate princes. Fury mounting, he kicked Prince Huai, who rolled aside¡ªdirectly into Prince Qi¡¯s wound. A pained grunt escaped Prince Qi.

    "In the capital, if you lack the skill to keep secrets, don¡¯t court execution. As princes, ambition isn¡¯t your flaw¡ªit¡¯s having ambition without brains." The Emperor¡¯s expressionless face was more terrifying than any outburst. "I spoiled you, raised a brood of fools."

    "Be grateful I am your father." Emperor Longfeng sat heavily on the steps, gesturing to the scattered memorials. "Pick them up. Read them."

    The princes remained frozen.

    "READ THEM!" The Emperor¡¯s chest heaved.

    Hands trembling, Prince Huai grabbed the nearest memorial. A few lines in, he could bear no more. "Father, I beg forgiveness! Spare me¡ªI¡¯ll never dare again!"

    Prince Chen slipped to the desk, poured tea, and offered it to the Emperor. "Father, calm yourself."

    "And you¡ªtwo spies infiltrated your estate, yet you noticed nothing." Emperor Longfeng drank, then rounded on Prince Chen. "How do you manage your household?"

    "Two?" Prince Chen blinked. "Not three?"

    "I knew they were spies¡ªI was tracing their masters when you summoned me." He massaged the Emperor¡¯s shoulders. "Can you truly blame me? I never imagined my own brothers would plant agents in my home."

    Forehead still pressed to the floor, Prince Huai cursed inwardly. As if you didn¡¯t know!

    "Every one of your schemes is known to me." The Emperor¡¯s voice turned deadly. "Repeat them, and I¡¯ll not hesitate to earn infamy as a kinslayer."

    Prince Qi clutched his reopened wound, blood soaking his underrobe. He studied his inscrutable father, then kowtowed deeply.

    Just how much does he know?

    "Since my reign began, I¡¯ve secured renowned scholars to tutor you, trained you in civil and martial arts¡ªand this is what you¡¯ve learned? Petty, contemptible tricks."

    "I am... deeply disappointed."

    Emperor Longfeng rose. After a weighted pause, he commanded: "Hear my decree."

    "Prince Huai and Prince Qi, for misconduct before the throne and affront to the sovereign..."

    "Mercy, Father!" Prince Huai crawled forward. "I repent!"

    "Repentance demands amendment." The Emperor¡¯s gaze shifted to Prince Qi. "Fourth Son?"

    "This son... likewise repents." Prince Qi kowtowed.

    Repent?

    His true crime was excelling too brightly¡ªovershadowing Yun Duqing, thus earning his father¡¯s enmity.

    As Prince Huai¡¯s pleas continued, Prince Qi scoffed inwardly. The eldest brother¡¯s mistake was simply being born first¡ªan obstacle to Yun Duqing¡¯s succession.

    To their father, none were truly his sons... save Yun Duqing.

    Even if he kowtowed until his forehead split, the Emperor wouldn¡¯t miss this chance to pave Yun Duqing¡¯s path. Sear?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Noticing Prince Huai¡¯s swollen forehead and unsteady sway, Prince Chen steadied him. "Elder Brother, take care."

    Prince Huai groaned inwardly. A bruised head meant nothing¡ªfrom the Emperor¡¯s tone, his very title was at stake!

    "In light of Prince Huai¡¯s sincere repentance, he shall forfeit a year¡¯s stipend and is forbidden from leaving the palace without imperial decree for six months." Emperor Longfeng¡¯s gaze swept over Prince Chen¡¯s hand supporting Prince Huai. He closed his eyes briefly before turning to Prince Qi. "As for Prince Qi¡­ his princely title is revoked, demoted to a commandery prince, fined a year¡¯s stipend, and confined to the palace without decree."

    "Guards, escort Prince Huai and Prince Qi away in half an incense time and administer fifteen strokes of the heavy rod."

    Prince Qi, kneeling on the ground, swayed slightly. "This son¡­ obeys the command."

    "As for the rest of you¡­"

    Prince An and Prince Jing kowtowed in unison, not daring to lift their heads.

    Emperor Longfeng cast a glance at Prince Chen. "The three of you have also committed grave errors. All are fined half a year¡¯s stipend and shall remain within the palace under strict confinement¡ªnowhere else is permitted."

    "Imperial Father," Prince Chen ventured cautiously, "my wedding is but a month and a half away."

    Wouldn¡¯t confining him to the palace be¡­ inappropriate?

    "Then hold the ceremony in the palace," Emperor Longfeng retorted irritably. "There are plenty of vacant halls¡ªmore than enough to accommodate you and your bride."

    Prince Huai, who had just been relieved at escaping severe punishment, instantly soured with envy. The Emperor was allowing his adult, titled son to marry within the palace?

    Wasn¡¯t that a privilege reserved solely for the Crown Prince?

    Other princes and their consorts were crammed into the modest courtyards of Zhangliu Palace, yet Yun Duqing would have an entire hall for his wedding?

    Prince Huai¡¯s heart burned with bitterness, but he dared not voice it. Instead, he forced a flattering smile. "Imperial Father is wise. Fifth Brother¡¯s wedding is a grand occasion¡ªno place outside the palace could compare."

    "But¡­" Prince Chen hesitated. Holding the ceremony in the palace would exclude many guests, dampening the festivities.

    The other princes nearly cursed aloud at Yun Duqing¡¯s reluctance. How could he be dissatisfied with such favor? Did being the Emperor¡¯s favorite grant him such audacity?

    Meanwhile, Bright Moon Palace was livelier than usual.

    The birth mothers of every prince and princess had gathered under the pretense of paying respects to Consort Su. Even the reclusive Consort Xu had appeared, her pallid face faintly visible among the crowd.

    "Have you all conspired to visit me today?" Consort Su sighed. "There¡¯s no need for such formalities. In the future, refrain from this."

    After exchanging pleasantries, one of the consorts could no longer restrain herself. "Your Highness, we heard His Majesty summoned all the princes and princesses to Taiyang Palace and barred outsiders. Might you know¡­ the reason?"

    "Consort Zhang, if I recall correctly, Princess Roude is under your care?" Consort Su tapped her chin lightly. "How could I presume to know His Majesty¡¯s movements? If you¡¯re so curious, why not ask him directly? I¡¯ll have a palanquin prepared for you."

    Consort Zhang paled. "This concubine wouldn¡¯t dare."

    "If you wouldn¡¯t, how could I?" Consort Su leaned back lazily. "There¡¯s no need for such concern. His Majesty is their father¡ªwhat father would harm his own children?"

    Rarely sincere, she added, "He is a benevolent ruler. Even if the princes erred, he would temper justice with mercy."

    The consorts: "¡­"

    Who would believe such nonsense? They were all veterans of the harem¡ªthis was no time for empty platitudes.

    Hadn¡¯t the previous emperor manipulated his own sons and daughters aplenty?

    Between royalty, there was no kinship¡ªonly ruler and subject.

    "Your Highness, Taiyang Palace has sent word. His Highness has been fined half a year¡¯s stipend," a Bright Moon Palace attendant announced. "The palace maid also relayed that, unless by imperial order, you are forbidden from sending him any gifts henceforth."

    The consorts¡¯ lips curled into demure, vindicated smiles.

    So, it was Prince Chen who¡¯d been punished.

    "Additionally, Prince Huai, Prince An, Prince Jing, and Commandery Prince Qi have all received severe penalties¡­"

    All of them?

    Commandery Prince Qi?

    Commandery rank?!

    The consorts¡¯ smiles froze, their faces draining of color.

    What in heaven¡¯s name had happened?

 Chapter 43

    The sound of the paddle striking flesh was not crisp but rather a dull, heavy thud.

    "Your Majesty." Liu Zhongbao stepped forward to advise, "You''ve been working tirelessly for an entire day and night. Please take some rest."

    "No need." Emperor Longfeng stood by the window, watching his two sons endure the punishment, his voice low. "I will watch until they finish."

    The room fell into a deathly silence. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, they were clear and composed¡ªthe eyes of a sovereign. "Once they''re done, summon the imperial physicians to tend to their wounds. Ensure no lasting ailments remain."

    "Rest assured, Your Majesty. The physicians have already been summoned." Liu Zhongbao supported the emperor''s arm.

    "What have Zheng Family''s servants confessed?" Emperor Longfeng asked only after watching his sons being carried away on palanquins before finally closing the window.

    Liu Zhongbao''s expression shifted slightly as he retrieved the confessions of the two fugitives from his robe. "These have yet to be verified by the Imperial Dragon Guards. Their authenticity remains uncertain."

    Servants turning against their masters was not unheard of, so he dared not guarantee how much of these horrifying confessions were true¡ªor false.

    "Let me see them." Emperor Longfeng took the documents and read carefully, his face darkening with every line.

    "In the fifth year of Longfeng, in Lingzhou¡­" The emperor let out a cold laugh. "The Zheng Family plotted well. No wonder they sought to silence witnesses."

    That year, he had toured the southern regions to reassure officials and commoners alike.

    After that journey, he had consolidated all military power under his rule, steering the Great Cheng toward the future he envisioned. Yet he had never imagined a conspiracy had targeted his beloved consort and son back then.

    "Everything was flawlessly planned." The Scar-faced Man repeated the same answers to the same questions. In just a day, he had grown gaunt, his spirit broken, answering the Imperial Dragon Guards with numb obedience.

    "To assassinate Consort Su and her son, we devised countless seamless schemes." His voice was hoarse. "But the plan I was part of... met an unexpected setback."

    "What setback?" the Chief demanded.

    "A child." The Scar-faced Man licked his cracked lips, his tone laced with hatred and regret. "A damned little girl appeared out of nowhere. She saw us."

    The Chief''s grip on his brush tightened, anger seeping into his voice. "So you killed her?"

    The Scar-faced Man didn¡¯t deny it. "That brat was freakishly strong¡ªshe nearly escaped. If she had, we¡¯d all be dead. We had no choice but to end her."

    "She heard what she shouldn¡¯t have, saw what she shouldn¡¯t have." Speaking of the girl he¡¯d murdered, he showed no remorse. "Pity we couldn¡¯t just slit her throat. Had to tie her up, gag her, and toss her into the river instead."

    "You vile beast!" The Chief snapped his brush in half, snatching a barbed whip from the wall and lashing it across the Scar-faced Man¡¯s back. "A clean death would¡¯ve been mercy!"

    In that freezing cold, bound and mute¡ªhow much agony and despair had that child endured before death took her?

    "Sir, what choice did we have?" The Scar-faced Man writhed in pain, glaring at the furious Chief. "I was younger than that drowned girl when I was sold to the marquis¡¯ household. Did anyone pity us then?"

    The Chief stared at this man, who had long lost his humanity, before returning to his seat with a grim expression. "Continue. Why did your plan fail?" S§×arch* The n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "I don¡¯t know why. Consort Su and her son never went to that restaurant as planned. All our preparations were wasted." His voice weakened. "The marquis suspected a traitor among us. Several suspicious men were executed. After that, I was never sent on another mission."

    "Why didn¡¯t Consort Su go as expected?"

    "I don¡¯t know." The Scar-faced Man convulsed in pain. "I don¡¯t know."

    Seeing no further use in interrogation, the Chief ordered the man dragged away in disgust. He then summoned his subordinate. "Have you uncovered Consort Su¡¯s whereabouts in Lingzhou?"

    The subordinate hesitated. "Chief, Consort Su has the emperor¡¯s Shadow Dragons guarding her in secret. When those two women found out we were investigating, they nearly started a fight with our men."

    All were Imperial Dragon Guards under the emperor¡¯s command¡ªwhy were those two so ruthless?

    "Leave Consort Su¡¯s affairs for now. I¡¯ll report to His Majesty first." The Chief¡¯s expression hardened. "I never imagined the Zheng Family had committed so many atrocities."

    "Princess Consort, His Highness has been carried back."

    "What happened?" Sun Caiyao stood abruptly. "Wasn¡¯t His Highness meeting His Majesty?"

    "This servant doesn¡¯t know the details. His Highness was punished with caning¡ªhis lower body is covered in blood." The palace maid trembled. "The eunuchs from Taiyang Palace refused to explain."

    "I¡¯ll see him." Her heart pounded as she rushed into Prince Qi¡¯s chambers. The metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air. She grabbed a eunuch who had escorted the prince. "How was His Highness injured? What happened?"

    "Princess Consort, please compose yourself." The eunuch bowed. "His Majesty has already sent imperial physicians. The wounds are superficial¡ªno bones or tendons were damaged. He will recover with rest."

    Princess Consort?

    Since when was she a Princess Consort?

    Sun Caiyao released the eunuch in stunned silence, staring blankly at the man on the bed. The man she loved¡ªhow had he been demoted to Prince of Qi County?

    "Please tend to His Highness well. The edict regarding his title will be issued shortly." The eunuch kept his head low, not daring to meet her eyes. "If there¡¯s nothing else, this servant must return to Taiyang Palace."

    "Thank you for escorting His Highness¡­ the Prince of Qi County¡­ back." Sun Caiyao pressed a silver note into the eunuch¡¯s hand. "It¡¯s a relief His Highness is unharmed."

    "This servant takes his leave." The eunuch pocketed the note and hurried away.

    Sun Caiyao sat numbly by the bed, dabbing the sweat from Yun Yanze¡¯s brow with a handkerchief, her eyes reddening.

    In her dreams, His Highness had never suffered such misfortune. Why had reality diverged?

    She thought avoiding Ming Jiuzhu would spare him his tragic fate. Yet now, without Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s involvement, everything was unraveling.

    Where had she gone wrong?

    Had the dream deceived her¡ªor was her presence with His Highness making everything worse?

    "Your Grace, His Highness has sent you a box of pearls." Xiangjuan presented a lacquered case. Consort Su opened it to find several pearl necklaces inside.

    "How exquisite." Xiangjuan admired them. "His Highness is so thoughtful."

    "Thoughtful?" Consort Su held one against her neck. "Count how many there are."

    Xiangjuan tallied them¡ªeight.

    "Eight in the box, one in my hand¡ªnine pearl necklaces in total." Consort Su placed the necklace back into the box. "This isn¡¯t about giving me jewelry at all. It¡¯s clearly about his future wife. Too proud to ask directly, so he¡¯s hinting at me, his mother, to invite Jiuzhu into the palace."

    "You¡¯re as sharp as ever, Your Highness." Xiangjuan chuckled. "I was too dull to see it."

    "Not dull¡ªjust that a mother knows her son best." Consort Su smiled as she picked one necklace to wear. "Since I¡¯ve taken his bribe, I might as well help him out. Take my invitation to the Ming family now and fetch Jiuzhu. Tell her I¡¯d like her to stay in the palace for a couple of days."

    "Right away, Your Highness." Before leaving, Xiangjuan teased lightly, "You must be missing Miss Ming too, aren¡¯t you?"

    Consort Su stroked the pearls and laughed. In the mirror, her striking features softened with tenderness.

    Prince Chen idly flicked a pearl across the table before impatiently sweeping all of them back into the box.

    Had his mother understood his hint?

    If not, should he make it clearer?

    But wouldn¡¯t that make it seem like he was desperate to see Ming "Little Pig"?

    He paced the courtyard twice, then kicked a tree root. As a County Princess, Ming "Little Pig" could request an audience herself. If she hadn¡¯t come, it meant she hadn¡¯t thought of him at all.

    Fine. It wasn¡¯t like he¡¯d been thinking much about her either.

    After two more rough kicks to the tree, he stormed out of the courtyard.

    "Your Highness, where are you going?"

    "To visit Fourth Brother."

    When in a foul mood, nothing cheered him up like seeing his brothers worse off.

    A eunuch hurried after him, worried His Highness might accidentally provoke Prince of Qi County to an early grave.

    "Miss?" Chunfen watched, puzzled, as Jiuzhu stuffed all her silver and several gold hairpins into a box. "Why are you bringing so much treasure into the palace?"

    "Shh." Jiuzhu hugged the box tightly, hiding it under her cloak. "Dear sister, keep your voice down. Don¡¯t let Auntie from the palace hear."

    "Miss Ming." Xiangjuan noticed Jiuzhu carrying something heavy. "Let me help you with that."

    "Thank you, Auntie." Jiuzhu clung to the box. "Just some trinkets. I¡¯ll manage."

    "Of course." Xiangjuan nodded and helped her into the carriage with a smile.

    "Auntie," Jiuzhu whispered, bundling the box securely under her cloak, "can we visit where His Highness lives now?"

    "Certainly." Xiangjuan glanced at the hidden item. "We¡¯ll enter through the Vermilion Gate to the Rising Sun Gate, which leads to His Highness¡¯s residence in Zhangliu Palace. Shall we take a detour there later?"

    "Yes, please!" Jiuzhu nodded eagerly, her dragonfly hairpin fluttering adorably with each movement.

    Freshly invigorated after leaving Yun Yanze¡¯s quarters, Prince Chen spotted a familiar figure bobbing near the main gate. The moment she saw him, the girl began hopping excitedly. "Your Highness! Over here!"

    His lips curled up. Hands behind his back, he sauntered over, chin lifted. "What brings you here?"

    "Your Highness, come!" Jiuzhu grabbed his sleeve, then grinned at Xiangjuan. "Auntie, I need a word with His Highness in private."

    Without waiting, she dragged him away, stopping only when they reached a secluded corner. She crouched down. "Your Highness, don¡¯t stand¡ªquick, squat!"

    Prince Chen glanced around, then at Jiuzhu¡¯s conspiratorial expression. Resigned, he crouched beside her. "What is it?"

    Ah well. No need to mention the guards watching their every move.

    Jiuzhu¡¯s face practically glowed with mischief as she stealthily opened her cloak.

    "Liu Zhongbao." Emperor Longfeng paused, staring at the two figures huddled at the wall, heads pressed together. "Isn¡¯t that my son and the Ming girl?"

    What were they doing?

    Playing in the dirt like toddlers?

    "Your Majesty, it is indeed His Highness and County Princess Ming," Liu Zhongbao confirmed, bemused. Zhangliu Palace was swarming with guards¡ªthere was no need for such secrecy.

    Emperor Longfeng began to worry his son had actually taken the girl to play with mud.

 Chapter 44

    ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Prince Chen watched as Jiuzhu lifted the hem of her cloak, revealing a delicately carved wooden box hidden beneath.

    ¡°Hehe.¡± Jiuzhu smiled mysteriously, tugging the cloak wider to shield both herself and the prince from prying eyes. ¡°Your Highness, open it and see.¡±

    ¡°Shall I?¡± Prince Chen recalled his childhood mischief of gifting his teacher a box containing crickets. ¡°There¡¯s nothing¡­unusual inside, is there?¡±

    ¡°Oh, there¡¯s plenty.¡± Jiuzhu caressed the box with reluctant fondness. ¡°I¡¯ve been saving these for a long time. Open it quickly before someone notices.¡±

    Under Jiuzhu¡¯s eager gaze, Prince Chen lifted the lid¡ªand froze.

    Scattered inside were broken silver pieces, banknotes, gold hairpins, even the golden peanuts elders traditionally gave to younger generations, along with a few strings of copper coins.

    Copper coins¡­were these considered treasures?

    ¡°What is all this?¡±

    ¡°For you.¡± Jiuzhu pressed the box into Prince Chen¡¯s hands. ¡°These hairpins are pure gold, quite valuable. The silver pieces and notes add up to two or three hundred taels. Take them for now. I¡¯ll bring more money next time I visit the palace.¡±

    ¡°Why are you giving me silver?¡±

    The box was heavy, likely containing all of ¡°Little Piggy Ming¡¯s¡± savings.

    ¡°I¡¯ve heard what happened in the palace,¡± Jiuzhu whispered. ¡°His Majesty suspended your stipend for six months and forbade Her Highness from giving you anything.¡±

    The emperor¡¯s word was law. If he decreed Prince Chen¡¯s stipend halted, not a single coin would reach him. Accustomed to luxury, how would the prince manage without funds?

    Prince Chen¡¯s fingers twitched slightly, making the silver pieces clink softly inside the box.

    ¡°If you give this to me, what will you use?¡±

    ¡°Brother Fuli¡¯s been sending me on errands lately, so I¡¯ll earn a bit. Besides, I don¡¯t need to worry about daily expenses.¡± Jiuzhu calculated her monthly budget carefully. ¡°The New Year¡¯s coming too¡ªmy elders will give me red envelopes. So don¡¯t worry, I won¡¯t be short on money.¡±

    ¡°So for the next six months¡­you¡¯ll support me?¡± Prince Chen hugged the box, chuckling.

    ¡°Mhm, I¡¯ll take care of you.¡± Jiuzhu nodded solemnly. ¡°But Your Highness will have to spend frugally.¡±

    As he looked at the girl crouched before him, Prince Chen¡¯s heart pounded like the tumbling silver in the box¡ªloud, rapid, almost deafening.

    He rubbed his ears. ¡°I have my own funds. How can I spend a young lady¡¯s money?¡±

    Jiuzhu cupped her cheeks, gazing at him with pitiful eyes. ¡°Your Highness¡­do you really not want it?¡±

    ¡°No.¡± Prince Chen returned the box to her lap. ¡°Keep it for yourself.¡±

    Other girls splurged on rouge and powder¡ªshould his little one watch longingly from the sidelines?

    ¡°Fine.¡± Jiuzhu drooped, tracing the box¡¯s carvings dejectedly. ¡°Then I¡¯ll go see Her Highness the Noble Consort.¡±

    ¡°Wait.¡± Prince Chen caught her hand and sighed.

    Jiuzhu blinked up at him with watery eyes.

    ¡°How about¡­we split it?¡± He reopened the box. ¡°You keep the hairpins. I¡¯ll take the banknotes. The silver pieces¡­we¡¯ll divide equally. Sound fair?¡±

    Who knew rejecting a girl¡¯s money could feel so guilty?

    ¡°Okay!¡± Jiuzhu brightened instantly. ¡°You take two hairpins too. The banknotes are small denominations¡ªthey won¡¯t be enough.¡±

    ¡°Alright, two hairpins then.¡± Relieved by her sudden cheer, Prince Chen mused how a girl¡¯s moods shifted faster than June weather.

    Emperor Longfeng observed silently as his son and the girl meticulously divided coins¡ªone for you, one for me¡ªeven splitting the copper strings down to the last piece.

    ¡°Take the box too. Sister Chunfen said the wood alone is valuable.¡± Jiuzhu tucked a hairpin into her bun. ¡°After New Year¡¯s, when your stipend and my red envelopes come, I¡¯ll bring you more.¡±

    Prince Chen adjusted the hairpin for her before murmuring, ¡°Alright.¡±

    As long as she was happy.

    ¡°What are you two doing here?¡± Emperor Longfeng finally stepped forward once the division concluded.

    ¡°Your Majesty!¡± Jiuzhu snatched the box from Prince Chen and curtsied hastily. ¡°This subject greets Your Majesty.¡±

    ¡°Father.¡± Prince Chen bowed. ¡°Why are you here?¡±

    ¡°Came to check on you.¡± Emperor Longfeng glanced at his son¡¯s money pouch before smiling kindly at Jiuzhu. ¡°Jiuzhu, what game were you playing with Duqing?¡±

    ¡°Reporting to Your Majesty, this subject acquired new hairpins and wanted His Highness¡¯s opinion.¡± Jiuzhu lowered her eyes, ashamed to meet the emperor¡¯s gaze. A minister¡¯s daughter lying to the sovereign¡ªshe was guilty!

    ¡°Hmm.¡± Emperor Longfeng turned to Liu Zhongbao. ¡°Fetch several jewelry sets from my private treasury. Have Noble Consort Ming and Jiuzhu select what they like.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty.¡± Jiuzhu¡¯s guilt deepened. The emperor rewarded her deceit with gifts¡ªshe was a criminal!

    Noticing her mortified expression, Prince Chen interceded, ¡°Father, don¡¯t tease Ming-guniang. She¡¯s still young.¡±

    Emperor Longfeng arched a brow. Protective already?

    Clearing his throat, Prince Chen shielded Jiuzhu without another word.

    ¡°Since you¡¯ve been apart, take a stroll together. I¡¯ll return to Taiyang Palace.¡± The emperor glanced at Zhangliu Palace before departing.

    Once he left, Jiuzhu exhaled in relief. ¡°Thank goodness His Majesty didn¡¯t notice me smuggling money to you.¡±

    Prince Chen patted her head fondly. ¡°Come, I¡¯ll walk you to Bright Moon Palace.¡±

    Jiuzhu touched where his hand had been. ¡°Your Highness, are you comfortable in Zhangliu Palace?¡±

    ¡°Passable. A bit cramped compared to my estate.¡±

    ¡°Oh.¡± Jiuzhu nodded knowingly¡ªhe was suffering! She pointed at the box. ¡°Have a servant take this to your quarters first.¡±

    ¡°Right.¡± Prince Chen summoned a eunuch. As he reached for the box, Jiuzhu placed it directly into the eunuch¡¯s hands. ¡°Thank you, young sir.¡±

    ¡°This slave dares not.¡± The eunuch retreated with the box, glancing back once. Whatever Ming-guniang had said, His Highness gazed at her with unmistakable tenderness.

    Hidden in the shadows, an imperial guard clutched his mouth, shoulders shaking with silent laughter that rustled the branches.

    Hah! The mighty Prince Chen, secretly funded by his fianc¨¦e!

    But as he watched the couple walk away, his amusement faded.

    A noblewoman risking imperial displeasure to funnel her savings into the palace¡ªsuch devotion¡­

    Suddenly, he wasn¡¯t laughing anymore. He just felt sour.

    ¡°Little Piggy Ming.¡± Prince Chen watched Jiuzhu¡¯s skipping steps. ¡°Only eight days till New Year¡¯s Eve.¡±

    Forty days later would be their wedding.

    ¡°Mhm!¡± Jiuzhu beamed. ¡°Mother says my brother will return after the celebrations.¡±

    Prince Chen stiffened. Right¡ªJiuzhu had an elder brother. If he recalled correctly, Yun Yanze held that brother in high esteem.

    What was the name of his future brother-in-law again?

    Ming¡­ Ming Jiyuan?

    Reading a single poem by Ming Jiyuan is worth more than reading ten thousand books.

    Many said that with his talent, Ming Jiyuan could have easily taken first place in the imperial examinations. However, the Ming family had already produced two top scholars and one third-place finisher. If he had ranked first again, it would have stirred resentment. Thus, the court deliberately suppressed his ranking, granting him fourth place instead¡ªstill an unattainable achievement for countless scholars across the land.

    He had never associated with such scholarly types before. Would his future brother-in-law disapprove of him?

    Those who admired Yun Yanze usually didn¡¯t care much for him.

    "Does your elder brother know about our betrothal?" Prince Chen¡¯s cheeks burned slightly. "What does he like? When he returns, I¡­ I should host a welcoming banquet for him."

    "He probably knows." Jiuzhu paused, biting her lip in thought.

    "Don¡¯t bite." Prince Chen reached out, his thumb brushing lightly over her lips.

    "Huh?" Jiuzhu looked at him blankly.

    "N-Nothing." He clenched his hand into a fist behind his back, his face growing even hotter. "Just¡­ don¡¯t bite your lip. If it breaks, you¡¯ll be the one in pain."

    "Oh." She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. "It¡¯s not broken."

    Prince Chen stared at her lips before abruptly turning his head away, his face now fully flushed like a blazing sunset.

    "Your Highness, what¡¯s wrong?" Jiuzhu skipped to his side. "Your face is red!"

    He averted his gaze further. "No, you¡¯re mistaken. It¡¯s just¡­ my cloak is too red."

    She circled around to face him again, insisting earnestly, "No, it¡¯s definitely your face. The cloak has nothing to do with it."

    "Stop talking." Prince Chen covered her mouth with his hand. "Or else I¡¯ll¡­ I¡¯ll¡­"

    What could he even do to her?

    He couldn¡¯t hit her, couldn¡¯t scold her.

    With those big eyes, long lashes, and delicate willow-leaf brows, when she smiled at him, she looked like a little puppy. Even if he were a brute, he couldn¡¯t bring himself to say a single harsh word to a girl like her.

    Never before had he been so acutely aware of it¡ªhe was utterly powerless against Ming Jiuzhu.

    He, Yun Duqing, was well and truly done for.

    With a sigh, Prince Chen released her.

    Jiuzhu blinked at him several times.

    "Go on, say what you want." He looked up at the sky in resignation. "I surrender."

    She stood on tiptoe and touched his forehead.

    Prince Chen lowered his gaze to meet hers.

    "No fever." She withdrew her hand. "It¡¯s good that Your Highness isn¡¯t sick." S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Mmm." His long lashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight.

    "This servant greets Prince Chen and the County Lady Ming."

    Jiuzhu studied the curtsying palace maid. "You¡¯re that court lady from before! Are you feeling better now?"

    "Thank you for your concern, County Lady. This servant has fully recovered." Bai Shao bowed deeply. "This servant will never forget your kindness."

    "As long as you¡¯re well." Jiuzhu waved her hand. "I only asked someone to check your pulse and fetch medicine for you."

    Bai Shao bowed again in silence. The County Lady had no idea how difficult it was for eunuchs and maids to obtain medicine from the imperial hospital, nor how many died each year from untreated illnesses in the palace.

    "Are you really alright? Should I have someone examine you again?" Jiuzhu still felt a pang of unease remembering how the court lady had looked that day.

    Bai Shao shook her head, hastily bowed once more, and retreated with quick steps.

    "Why did she leave in such a hurry?" Jiuzhu noticed how much thinner her back seemed now.

    "She¡¯s a first-rank maid of Lanxu Palace. You¡¯re my future princess consort¡ªof course she can¡¯t speak to you for long." Prince Chen scoffed. "The palace is full of people who pretend deference but secretly resent my mother."

    "How could anyone dislike such a kind and beautiful consort?" Jiuzhu sighed. "The people in the palace must be terribly hard to please."

    Prince Chen chuckled wryly.

    In a place where power and ambition reigned, beauty and kindness counted for little.

 Chapter 45

    ¡°Your Highness, Prince Chen and County Mistress Ming have arrived.¡±

    ¡°Let them in.¡± Consort Su rose from her chaise lounge, appearing unsurprised that Prince Chen had come along.

    ¡°Your Highness, His Majesty has just issued an order forbidding you from sending gifts to Prince Chen.¡± Her attendant voiced her concern softly. ¡°If the Emperor finds out, might he be displeased?¡±

    The entire palace knew that the Emperor¡¯s mood had been foul lately. Five princes had been stripped of their titles or beaten with canes, and two princesses had been reprimanded. None of the consorts dared to plead on their behalf¡ªsuch was the gravity of the situation.

    ¡°His Majesty only forbade me from sending things to my son, not from allowing him to visit me.¡± Consort Su retorted confidently. ¡°When have I ever defied an imperial decree?¡±

    The attendant fell silent. She had forgotten just how favored Her Highness was by the Emperor. If ¡°His Highness came of his own accord,¡± it was not the same as ¡°Her Highness sending gifts.¡± No rule had been broken.

    ¡°Your Highness.¡± Jiuzhu quickened her steps upon seeing Consort Su. ¡°It¡¯s been so long¡ªhow have you been?¡±

    ¡°All is well, but I¡¯ve missed you terribly.¡± Consort Su took Jiuzhu¡¯s hand and guided her to sit. ¡°Rest for a while. This time, you must stay in the palace for a few days¡ªotherwise, my days will be far too dull.¡±

    ¡°Your Highness, what troubles you?¡± Jiuzhu looked at her with concern.

    Consort Su sighed softly. ¡°His Majesty has forbidden me from sending anything to Du Qing at Zhangliu Palace. Since the Emperor punished all the princes, the palace has been tense¡ªnone of the consorts visit each other anymore. It¡¯s been so lonely here.¡±

    Xiangjuan, who had accompanied Jiuzhu and Prince Chen, remained silent.

    *The consorts don¡¯t visit each other?*

    Her Highness had never cared for their company in the first place.

    *Forbidden from sending things to Zhangliu Palace?*

    Truthfully, among the five princes, their own Prince Chen had received the lightest punishment. She suspected the Emperor had only docked half a year of his stipend to avoid making him stand out too much among his brothers.

    And even if Her Highness didn¡¯t send anything, Taiyang Palace would discreetly provide for him.

    ¡°Your Highness need not worry,¡± Jiuzhu whispered. ¡°I brought His Highness some silver before coming to the palace.¡±

    Consort Su glanced at Prince Chen, who turned his head to study the ceiling beams.

    ¡°Du Qing accepted it?¡±

    ¡°He would only take half.¡± Jiuzhu leaned in conspiratorially. ¡°But don¡¯t worry¡ªafter the New Year, I¡¯ll send more. I¡¯ve plenty now.¡±

    Between her mother¡¯s monthly allowance and her stipend as a county mistress, she was practically a little heiress.

    *He actually took it?*

    Consort Su stared at her son in disbelief. *How shameless¡ªtaking money from a young lady! Where is your face? Your conscience?*

    ¡°I tried to persuade him, but he insisted on only half.¡± Jiuzhu sighed. ¡°Your Highness, perhaps you could convince him?¡±

    ¡°A grown man like him has no business lacking money in the palace,¡± Consort Su huffed. ¡°If it were up to me, you shouldn¡¯t give him a single coin.¡±

    ¡°His Highness has never known hardship¡ªhow could he endure such deprivation?¡± Jiuzhu disagreed. To lose what one had always taken for granted¡ªhow painful that must be.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry. With me here, he won¡¯t truly suffer.¡± The more Consort Su looked at Jiuzhu, the more she adored her. ¡°Besides, we ladies must never lack for silver either. You care for him, so you give him money. He cares for you, so he takes only half. That¡¯s just right.¡±

    Prince Chen coughed lightly, fingers brushing the bulging pouch at his waist. He wasn¡¯t *spoiling* Ming Jiuzhu¡ªhe just couldn¡¯t bear seeing her unhappy.

    Outside the Moonlit Palace, the Imperial Guards¡¯ commander paced before finally turning to Liu Zhongbao. ¡°Eunuch Liu, did His Majesty truly say we must ask Consort Su *respectfully*¡ªand if she refuses to answer, we cannot press her?¡±

    ¡°Indeed, Commander Wang.¡± Liu Zhongbao smiled. ¡°Worry not. This old servant will accompany you to see Her Highness.¡±

    ¡°Very well.¡± Commander Wang sighed. The Emperor¡¯s favor toward Consort Su was boundless¡ªeven embroiled in such a serious case, he refused to cause her distress.

    If anyone dared call Consort Su a *seductress* again, he¡¯d be the first to object.

    Had she truly been a wicked consort, given the Emperor¡¯s devotion, the empire might well have fallen under the Su name by now¡ªand the other princes wouldn¡¯t have lived to adulthood.

    History told of an emperor so besotted with a concubine that, though she bore him no heir, he spurned all others. His sole surviving child had been secretly raised by eunuchs and maids.

    If there were rankings for *seductresses*, Consort Su would place dead last¡ªnot for lack of favor, but for her kindness.

    ¡°Eunuch Liu and the Imperial Guards¡¯ commander seek an audience?¡± Consort Su was puzzled. What business had Commander Wang with her?

    ¡°Admit them.¡±

    ¡°This humble general pays respects to Her Highness Consort Su, His Highness Prince Chen, and County Mistress Ming.¡± Commander Wang bowed deeply.

    ¡°Commander Wang, Eunuch Liu, please be seated.¡± Consort Su gestured for tea and refreshments, then cut to the chase. ¡°What brings you here?¡±

    Commander Wang hesitated, glancing at Jiuzhu, who made to rise and excuse herself.

    ¡°We are all family here.¡± Consort Su reclined against her cushions. ¡°Speak plainly.¡±

    Jiuzhu¡¯s half-lifted bottom settled back down. S§×arch* The Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Prince Chen stood, moved to sit beside Jiuzhu, and reached for the fruit on her plate. She beamed and pushed the entire platter toward him.

    After picking through them, he selected the largest fruit, peeled it, split it in two, and held half to Jiuzhu¡¯s lips.

    Liu Zhongbao watched fondly, making no effort to hide his affection for the prince.

    ¡°Then this general shall be bold.¡± Commander Wang rose and clasped his hands. ¡°Your Highness, in the fifth year of Longfeng, when you accompanied His Majesty to Lingzhou, had you planned to dine at a tavern in the city?¡±

    Jiuzhu, startled, accidentally bit Prince Chen¡¯s finger.

    Prince Chen¡¯s eyes widened. *Was she a piglet or a puppy?*

    Flustered, she pulled out a handkerchief and began dabbing at his fingers. ¡°Your Highness, forgive me¡ªI didn¡¯t mean to.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re living up to your zodiac sign admirably.¡± He shoved two more fruits at her. ¡°Now peel these for me.¡±

    ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡±

    Consort Su shot the whispering pair a glance before addressing Commander Wang. ¡°Why do you ask?¡±

    ¡°This general recently uncovered an assassination plot from that year¡ªtargeting you and His Highness. The attempt failed because you turned back to the imperial barge midway.¡± He studied her expression. ¡°Might Your Highness recall what made you change plans?¡±

    Jiuzhu, who had been peeling fruit, froze.

    *Someone tried to kill Her Highness and the Prince?!*

    "Someone actually dares to plot against this consort and my son?" Consort Su''s focus was clearly on the first half of the statement, her languid demeanor shifting sharply: "Have you uncovered which family the assassin belongs to?"

    Commander Wang: "..."

    Wait, wasn''t he the one here to ask *her* questions?

    "What, unwilling to speak?" Consort Su stood up: "If you refuse to tell me, I¡¯ll go ask His Majesty myself. I¡¯d like to see just who has the audacity to scheme so brazenly."

    "Please calm your anger, Your Grace!" Seeing that the consort truly intended to storm off to Taiyang Palace, Commander Wang hurriedly spoke: "This humble general does not dare conceal the mastermind¡ªit is merely that the investigation is not yet complete, and I cannot speak recklessly."

    "Then tell me who the current suspect is." Consort Su sat back down, as if the fury moments ago had never existed: "I believe His Majesty would tell me the same if I asked him today. Isn¡¯t that right, Eunuch Liu?"

    Eunuch Liu bowed: "Your Grace, His Majesty will surely tell you anything you wish to know. Even if he does not know himself, he will uncover the truth for you."

    Hearing this, Commander Wang immediately replied: "Your Grace, the current suspect is the Zheng clan, the maternal family of Consort Ning."

    "The Zhengs?" Prince Chen let out a cold laugh: "No wonder I¡¯ve always found them detestable¡ªturns out they were the ones at fault from the start."

    Commander Wang: "..."

    That wasn¡¯t exactly fair. In the entire capital, there weren¡¯t many people His Highness *didn¡¯t* find detestable.

    "Summon Consort Ning to see me at once." Consort Su waved Commander Wang away: "You may leave. I shall go see His Majesty now."

    "Your Grace, weren¡¯t you going to meet with Consort Ning?" Xiangjuan subtly reminded Consort Su with her eyes¡ªCounty Mistress Ming was still present. Wouldn¡¯t disciplining Consort Ning in front of the young lady make her appear too ruthless?

    "Du Qing, take Jiuzhu for a stroll around your courtyard in Zhangliu Palace." Consort Su smiled gently: "I have some matters to discuss with His Majesty."

    When it came to dealing with enemies, she never cared how others perceived her.

    But Jiuzhu was different¡ªshe was the one who would accompany her son for the rest of his life.

    Prince Chen glanced at Jiuzhu, who had been struggling to peel a fruit for what felt like ages: "Very well."

    He led Jiuzhu out of Mingyue Palace: "Don¡¯t worry. In the palace, neither my mother nor I are easily trifled with."

    "But..."

    "When all the adult princes and princesses are confined within the palace, that¡¯s when it¡¯s safest." Prince Chen tapped her forehead lightly: "Relax. And don¡¯t be afraid¡ªI¡¯m here."

    During their first few days in the palace, the brothers had gathered for hotpot together¡ªnot just to spite Yun Yanze, but also because they didn¡¯t trust one another.

    If no one could predict which meal they¡¯d share or which pot of tea they¡¯d drink together, then none dared tamper with the food or drink.

    "Mm." Jiuzhu nodded softly, her eyes brimming with trust for Prince Chen: "I know. Your Highness has always been the most remarkable."

    Prince Chen smirked: "Naturally."

    Sun Caiyao stepped out into the courtyard and found the servants of Zhangliu Palace sweeping, polishing pillars, and even plucking weeds from the rockery. Some had even cut branches of blooming red plum blossoms and tied them to bare tree branches.

    "What are they doing?" Sun Caiyao asked her attendant.

    "Replying to the Commandery Princess, the servants are decorating the outer courtyard and Prince Chen¡¯s residence." The attendant¡¯s gaze lingered on the exquisite mermaid-silk lanterns being hung from the branches.

    "But the New Year¡¯s Eve is still eight days away. Are they preparing so early?"

    "Commandery Princess, it¡¯s not for the New Year." The attendant lowered her voice: "This servant heard it¡¯s because County Mistress Ming is visiting. Prince Chen personally ordered the decorations."

    All this fanfare¡­ just because Ming Jiuzhu was coming?

    Since when did the palace servants obey Prince Chen¡¯s commands so readily?

    Was Yun Duqing simply that bold, or did the entire inner court know he was the emperor¡¯s most favored son?

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu stepped through the gates of Zhangliu Palace and saw the lanterns fluttering in the wind. "What are those? They¡¯re so beautiful!"

    "Mermaid-silk lanterns." Prince Chen explained. "When lit at night, they shimmer like the scales of mermaids¡ªhence the name. Some say the fabric is woven by mermaids themselves."

    "Do mermaids truly exist?" Jiuzhu asked curiously.

    "No." Prince Chen flicked her forehead lightly. "Don¡¯t daydream."

 Chapter 46

    Jiuzhu covered her forehead and continued gazing up at the lanterns.

    "Do you like them?"

    "Mhm." Jiuzhu nodded.

    Prince Chen waved to a eunuch. "Bring one down."

    "Which one do you like?" He turned to ask Jiuzhu.

    "They''re all beautiful." Jiuzhu looked up and pointed at one. "This one?"

    The color of this lantern somewhat resembled the hue of His Highness''s robes.

    "Then take this one." Prince Chen reached out to accept the mermaid-silk lantern handed down by the eunuch and offered it to Jiuzhu.

    Young girls will always be young girls, fond of these flashy, ornate things.

    "Thank you, Your Highness." Jiuzhu carefully held the lantern, reluctant to let it get dirty, as if she had just received a treasured childhood possession.

    "County Mistress Ming."

    Jiuzhu looked up in surprise and saw Sun Caiyao, her hair styled in a married woman¡¯s coiffure. After a brief pause, she quickly regained her composure. "Greetings, Princess Consort."

    Sun Caiyao glanced at the lantern in Jiuzhu''s hand and smiled faintly. "It¡¯s been a while since I last saw you, County Mistress. If you have time, do visit me."

    "Fourth Sister-in-law," Prince Chen interjected. "Fourth Brother is injured and needs rest. Our Jiuzhu is young and unaware of proper etiquette. It would be unfortunate if she disturbed him."

    Sun Caiyao forced a smile and tried to speak further, but Prince Chen had already led Jiuzhu away.

    Watching their retreating figures, Sun Caiyao turned her gaze to the swaying mermaid-silk lantern on the branch. Her heart felt just as unmoored as that lantern, drifting aimlessly with nowhere to land.

    "Princess Consort." A young palace maid hurried over. "This servant is from Lanxu Palace. Please, you and His Highness must help Her Ladyship!"

    "What happened to Her Highness?" Sun Caiyao adjusted the hair at her temple. "What¡¯s wrong?"

    "Consort Su summoned Her Ladyship to Bright Moon Palace but refused to see her. Instead, she made her kneel in the meditation chamber and sort prayer beans." The maid was on the verge of tears. "Please, Princess Consort, think of something!"

    Every time Her Ladyship suffered humiliation at Consort Su¡¯s hands, it was the servants who bore the brunt of her frustration. The maid was at her wit¡¯s end.

    "Don¡¯t panic. I¡¯ll think of a solution." Unwilling to trouble her ailing husband, Sun Caiyao paced in place for a moment before looking up at the mermaid-silk lantern swaying on the tree. Gritting her teeth, she headed toward Prince Chen¡¯s residence.

    ---

    In Taiyang Palace, Emperor Longfeng set down his book as Consort Su stormed in. "What¡¯s the matter? Who has upset you?"

    His gaze shifted to Liu Zhongbao and Commander Wang behind her, his brow furrowing slightly.

    The two swiftly retreated, sensing that the following conversation was not for their ears.

    "It¡¯s not about anyone else." Consort Su flicked her sleeve and sat down. "Your Majesty, someone tried to kill me and Du Qing. How could I possibly tolerate that?"

    "The accident at the imperial hunting grounds, the embroidered painting at my birthday banquet¡ªwhich of these wasn¡¯t a scheme against us?" Consort Su fumed. "I thought the princes had grown ambitious with age, but it turns out we were already on death¡¯s doorstep eight years ago."

    "It¡¯s my fault. I failed to protect you." Emperor Longfeng approached and gently took her hand. "Rest assured, I will ensure justice is served."

    Consort Su lowered her eyes, refusing to acknowledge him.

    "Mei Dai, I was wrong." The emperor tenderly traced her temple. "Vent your anger at me, but don¡¯t torment yourself."

    "To offend the imperial countenance is a grave crime. How dare I scold Your Majesty?" Consort Su scoffed. "If the officials found out, they¡¯d label me a wicked consort again."

    "To others, I am the emperor. But before you, I am just an ordinary man with a soft heart." With a sweep of his robe, Emperor Longfeng sat on the floor before her, putting himself at a lower level than the seated consort.

    "Still acting spoiled?" Consort Su glared at him. "Do you think you can still charm me with that face like twenty years ago?"

    "I know I¡¯ve aged, and Mei Dai has grown weary of me." He sighed theatrically. "But for Du Qing¡¯s sake, won¡¯t you endure this old man a little longer?"

    "The ministers should see how shamelessly you play the fool." Some of her anger dissipated. She lifted her skirts, preparing to sit across from him.

    "Wait." Emperor Longfeng rose and spread his cloak on the floor. "Now you may sit."

    Glancing at the cloak embroidered with dragon patterns, Consort Su sat cross-legged. The two stared at each other until a faint smile finally tugged at her lips. "That day, Du Qing and I had planned to dine at a restaurant for their famous braised fish. But along the way... an incident occurred."

    Recalling the little girl they had rescued from the river, Consort Su sighed. "I always thought we saved her, but in truth, she saved us."

    Fate had twisted in such a way¡ªwhat she assumed was the result had instead been the cause.

    After hearing the full account, Emperor Longfeng couldn¡¯t bear to imagine what might have happened if Du Qing hadn¡¯t rescued the girl, delaying them so long that they abandoned their plans.

    Those who hated Mei Dai and Du Qing truly only resented him for not bestowing his favor upon them.

    Greed and jealousy were the roots of it all, and he was the source.

    "It¡¯s all my fault." His finger trembled slightly. "I gave you my love but not enough protection."

    "Your Majesty, you are not at fault." Consort Su shook her head. "The fault lies in human nature."

    "Who was that little girl?" Emperor Longfeng didn¡¯t argue. "I must reward her."

    Consort Su shook her head. "I don¡¯t know. I never asked her name. I only remember she had bright, beautiful eyes. Before leaving, she said she would remember this kindness forever."

    Her expression softened. "She was a well-raised child."

    Emperor Longfeng picked up the report Commander Wang had submitted and handed it to her. "These are the confessions from the Zheng Family¡¯s servants."

    Consort Su skimmed the contents, nearly tearing the document in fury. "Do the Zheng Family have a death wish?!"

    She would destroy them!

    Otherwise, what was the point of being called a wicked consort?

    "The child who was pushed into the river by the scarred man..." Her fingers traced the record of the little girl. "If only the girl we saved was her..."

    Had the assassins not targeted her and Du Qing, that child might not have died.

    But the river had been swift, and no one could guarantee that a bound little girl would survive. S§×arch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Heaven cherishes life. Perhaps it was her." Emperor Longfeng understood her grief. "I¡¯ll have Commander Wang continue investigating. We will find the girl you saved."

    Consort Su deeply regretted telling the child to keep it a secret.

    Lingzhou was vast, and eight years was enough to change a girl beyond recognition. She might be married, or no longer in Lingzhou at all.

    Between heaven and earth, where could they even begin to search?

    "Trust me." Emperor Longfeng embraced Consort Su in his arms. "Once we find her, we can buy her a grand house, give her plenty of silver, and even help her choose a good husband."

    All for your peace of mind.

    Commander Wang waited outside the palace hall for half an hour before being summoned again by His Majesty. He hurriedly bowed and entered. By accident, he glanced up¡ªthe Emperor was handing Consort Su a cup of tea. This was not something he should witness.

    "Commander Wang." Emperor Longfeng set the tea before Consort Su. "Dispatch someone immediately to Lingzhou to investigate a young girl, around sixteen or seventeen years old."

    Commander Wang cautiously glanced at Consort Su. The Emperor was ordering him to investigate a young girl¡ªright in front of Her Highness?

    "Your Majesty, may I ask for the girl¡¯s name and appearance?"

    "If we knew her name or looks, would we need you to investigate?" Consort Su arched her delicate brows. "I want you to find out about the little girl who was pushed into the river by the Zheng Family¡¯s servant years ago. I suspect she is the same child I once saved."

    Commander Wang froze.

    Could it be that Consort Su had turned back that day¡­ because she had saved someone?

    If the girl rescued by Her Highness was indeed the one pushed into the river by the Zheng Family¡¯s servant, then the assassination attempt targeting Consort Su and her son would be nothing short of absurd.

    The heavens are just; karma comes full circle.

    He cupped his hands in salute. "This humble general obeys."

    At times like this, he too wished for coincidences in the world. He prayed that the little girl pushed into the river by the scar-faced man had been saved by Consort Su, grown up healthy and happy, living a carefree life.

    "Your Highness¡¯s courtyard is enormous." Jiuzhu held a lantern, peeking through the gate at the inner courtyard. She had worried that the prince might be squeezed into a shared palace with his brothers, suffering in discomfort¡ªbut this courtyard was far grander than she¡¯d imagined.

    "Why are you lurking at the gate?" Prince Chen turned to look at her. "Come in."

    Jiuzhu clung to the doorframe. "Wouldn¡¯t that be¡­ improper?"

    "You¡¯ve already come this far, and now you worry about propriety?" Prince Chen laughed in exasperation. "Relax, there are maids and eunuchs everywhere. What could possibly be improper?"

    Jiuzhu stepped into the courtyard, carefully handing the mermaid-silk lantern to a young maid before trailing behind Prince Chen.

    "Sit here for a while." Prince Chen led her to a pavilion and sat down, studying her. "Now, let¡¯s talk. Why did you bite my hand earlier?"

    Jiuzhu clutched her teacup, head bowed. "Your Highness, I really didn¡¯t mean to. I¡¯m sorry."

    "Of course I know it wasn¡¯t intentional." Prince Chen crossed his arms. "But I also know you¡¯re hiding something."

    "Just¡­ a little." Jiuzhu lifted the lid of her cup and took a gulp of tea.

    "Wait¡ª!"

    "Hot, hot!" Tears nearly sprang from Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes from the scalding pain.

    "Here, sip some cold water¡ªhold it in your mouth, don¡¯t swallow." Prince Chen brought a cup of cooled tea to her lips, watching as her cheeks bulged comically from the water. "This kind of tea must be brewed with boiling water first, then tempered with cooler water to bring out its flavor."

    Jiuzhu blinked. Who knew drinking tea came with so many rules?

    "Still hurting?" Prince Chen sighed and called for a maid to bring ice. "By dinnertime, you¡¯ll truly regret this."

    Jiuzhu grabbed an empty cup, discreetly spat out the water behind her sleeve, and complained, "The cup didn¡¯t feel hot at all. Why was the water so scalding?"

    "Didn¡¯t you know some teacups are heatproof?" Prince Chen took a jade bowl of ice from a maid, picked up a piece with chopsticks, and held it to Jiuzhu¡¯s lips. "Keep this in your mouth."

    "Cold." Jiuzhu shivered as the ice numbed her tongue.

    "Good. Maybe this¡¯ll teach you a lesson." Prince Chen set the bowl aside. "Now, back to the matter at hand¡ªwhat¡¯s bothering you?"

    "After hearing about the assassination attempt on Her Highness and you, I grew worried." Jiuzhu glanced at the maids and eunuchs behind Prince Chen, unconsciously pressing her tongue against the freezing ice. "If Your Highness is angry, you can¡­ bite my finger in return."

    Prince Chen stared at the small, fair hand extended toward him, its fingers neatly trimmed and delicate.

    ¡­He did feel the slightest urge to bite it.

    Just a little. Not a lot.

    "Your Highness." A maid approached. "The Princess Consort of Qi requests an audience."

    "Declined." Prince Chen glanced at Jiuzhu, still sucking on the ice. "She¡¯s my sister-in-law. Meeting her young brother-in-law alone would be inappropriate."

    He hadn¡¯t even married his bride yet¡ªwhy stir up unnecessary trouble?

 Chapter 47

    Yun Yanze jolted awake from his slumber. Opening his eyes to the silent chamber, he called out, "Attendants."

    "Your Highness." A young eunuch hurried to the bedside. "You''re awake?"

    "Where is the Princess Consort?" Leaning on the eunuch''s arm, he rose from the bed. Each step sent a sharp pain through his body, but his refined upbringing forbade any undignified gesture¡ªeven a furrowed brow was impermissible.

    "The Princess Consort, she..." The eunuch hesitated, unwilling to speak further.

    "What happened?" Yun Yanze draped an outer robe over his shoulders. "Has someone slighted her?"

    "No," the eunuch explained. "Earlier, someone from Bright Moon Palace spoke with her. Afterward, the Princess Consort seemed troubled and went to see Prince Chen."

    Why would his mother¡¯s attendants seek Caiyao? And why would she then go to Yun Duqing?

    "I¡¯ll see for myself."

    "Your Highness, your injuries haven¡¯t healed. You shouldn¡¯t exert yourself."

    Yun Yanze coughed softly. "It¡¯s nothing. My fifth brother has a fiery temper. I fear Caiyao might clash with him."

    The eunuch swiftly helped him dress, and with another attendant supporting him, they left the courtyard. As they approached Prince Chen¡¯s residence, the Princess Consort¡¯s voice reached them.

    "If Fifth Brother refuses to see me, I won¡¯t leave."

    The eunuchs bowed their heads, not daring to meet the Prince of Qi County¡¯s gaze.

    Yun Yanze regarded Sun Caiyao¡¯s back with calm detachment before clearing his throat. "Caiyao."

    "Your Highness?" Startled by his voice, Sun Caiyao turned, flustered. "Why are you here?"

    Yun Yanze smiled faintly. "I woke to find you absent and worried you might have been slighted, so I came to check."

    A pang of guilt struck Sun Caiyao. He had sought her out solely out of concern.

    Though the palace stewards dared not skimp on the imperial family¡¯s provisions, ever since his demotion to Prince of Qi County, the servants¡¯ gazes had grown subtly disdainful. She had concealed this well, not wishing to burden him further.

    "You¡¯re a prince, and I¡¯m your consort. Who would dare mistreat me?" Sun Caiyao stepped closer, her voice tender. "Your wounds are still healing¡ªyou mustn¡¯t catch a chill. Let¡¯s return."

    "Didn¡¯t you wish to see Fifth Brother?" Yun Yanze took her hand. "I¡¯ll accompany you."

    "No need." She shook her head, reluctant to agitate him with news of Consort Ning lest his wounds worsen. "Nothing matters more than your rest."

    "Is that so?" Yun Yanze¡¯s smile deepened. "You¡¯re too good to me, Caiyao."

    "I¡¯m your wife. If I don¡¯t care for you, who will?" Sun Caiyao entwined her fingers with his, her eyes brimming with affection.

    "Then let¡¯s go back." As Yun Yanze glanced toward the gate, a flickering lantern caught his eye. "What¡¯s that?"

    "Fifth Brother mentioned it¡¯s a mermaid-silk lantern," Sun Caiyao murmured, lowering her lashes. "They say he prepared it especially for County Mistress Ming."

    "Do you like it?" Yun Yanze studied her.

    "A wasteful trinket¡ªpretty but useless." She eyed the lantern dismissively. "I don¡¯t care for it."

    Yun Yanze chuckled but said nothing.

    "Your Highness, you¡¯re laughing at me."

    "I¡¯m laughing with you, not at you."

    "I¡¯m truly cross now. I shan¡¯t play along."

    "Wait¡ªdon¡¯t leave!" Prince Chen dashed after Jiuzhu, who was storming off with her skirts bunched in her hands. "Don¡¯t you want the mermaid-silk lantern?"

    Jiuzhu halted and glanced back at the lantern in Prince Chen¡¯s grip, silent.

    "Hmph!" She tilted her chin skyward.

    "Since when did such a little lady grow such a temper?" Prince Chen strode to her side, pried open her palm, and pressed the lantern¡¯s handle into it. "Hold it properly. I promise not to tease you again."

    No wonder people said girls shouldn¡¯t be indulged¡ªthe more you spoiled them, the more headstrong they became.

    "I¡¯m not like that." Jiuzhu clutched the lantern, guiltily staring at her feet.

    "Not like what?" Prince Chen prodded.

    Not... growing more temperamental.

    Surely... not?

    Jiuzhu mentally reviewed her recent interactions with His Highness, her head drooping lower. She couldn¡¯t believe she¡¯d actually lost her temper over something so trivial.

    No wonder her masters claimed the capital¡¯s feng shui was poor. It must be true¡ªeven her disposition had soured here.

    "Not angry anymore?" Prince Chen poked the top of her bowed head.

    "I wasn¡¯t angry." Jiuzhu scuffed the ground with her toe, masking her embarrassment.

    "Prove it by smiling. Otherwise, I won¡¯t believe you." He bent to meet her eyes. "Go on¡ªone smile."

    Jiuzhu stared at Prince Chen¡¯s suddenly close face, mesmerized by his deep, captivating gaze. Only one thought filled her mind:

    His Highness¡¯s eyes were so lovely. His nose was perfect. Really, everything about him was perfect.

    "Ming Little Pig?"

    "Hm?"

    "Daydreaming again?" Prince Chen tapped her forehead with his fingertip. "Come on, smile."

    Jiuzhu obediently curved her lips.

    Prince Chen jerked his head away. *Good heavens, how did the Ming family raise such an adorably clueless girl?*

    Someone this guileless needed to be tucked into a pouch for safekeeping.

    He fished inside his sleeve. "Open wide."

    Jiuzhu complied, and a mint candy landed on her tongue.

    "Peppermint cools the body. This¡¯ll soothe you." Prince Chen eyed her intricately styled *feixian* updo with regret¡ªit was too exquisite to muss, or he¡¯d have ruffled her hair.

    "Thank you, Your Highness." Jiuzhu perked up instantly.

    Prince Chen grinned inwardly. *So easy to please.*

    His expression darkened as he noticed the figures at the gate. How long had Yun Yanze been standing there?

    What was wrong with him? He had his own wife¡ªwhy lurk outside spying on another man and his betrothed?

    "Fourth Brother, Fourth Sister-in-law." Prince Chen stepped forward, shielding Jiuzhu. "Admiring the scenery?"

    "Fifth Brother¡¯s courtyard is indeed picturesque. I lingered too long¡ªmy apologies." Yun Yanze covered a cough with his fist.

    His gaze flickered to the bamboo-green hem peeking behind Yun Duqing. Lowering his hand, he smiled faintly.

    Ever since Yun Duqing¡¯s engagement to Ming Jiuzhu, even the literati spoke less harshly of him¡ªas if fortune itself had shifted in his favor.

    The capital¡¯s romanticized tales of the dashing prince had taken root among commoners, who now saw Prince Chen as the gallant, talented hero from those stories, adored by his devoted beauty.

    "No harm done. I quite agree¡ªmy courtyard is splendid." Prince Chen arched a brow. "But Fourth Brother should rest. You can admire the view properly once you¡¯ve recovered."

    "My thanks for the concern. I¡¯ll take better care." Yun Yanze¡¯s smile didn¡¯t reach his eyes. "County Mistress Ming, when did you arrive at the palace?"

    Sun Caiyao glanced sideways at him. Even though Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s path had diverged from her dreams¡ªno longer entwined with His Highness¡ªhe still noticed her.

    "Your Highness, I entered the palace today." Jiuzhu peeked from behind Prince Chen, curtsied, then ducked back like a startled rabbit.

    "Fourth Brother." Prince Chen smiled without warmth. "You should return to your own courtyard to recuperate."

    "Farewell." Yun Yanze took Sun Caiyao''s hand. "Caiyao, let''s go."

    Sun Caiyao glanced at Prince Chen, then at Yun Yanze, but in the end, she said nothing and followed Yun Yanze away.

    "Was the Princess Consort trying to say something?"

    "If it wasn''t spoken, it must not be important." Prince Chen looked at Jiuzhu''s hand, his fingers twitching slightly before he tucked them back into his sleeve.

    "I¡¯ve asked the kitchen to prepare a mild, non-spicy dinner for you. After the meal, I¡¯ll escort you back to Bright Moon Palace." He handed her a small medicine bottle. "Before bed, don¡¯t forget to take a pill. The cut in your mouth will heal by morning."

    "Thank you, Your Highness." Jiuzhu clutched the bottle, her guilt growing heavier.

    Ming Jiuzhu, oh Ming Jiuzhu, Prince Chen had even planned what she would eat for dinner¡ªhow could you stay angry at such an immortal-like man? Doesn¡¯t your conscience ache?

    By the time they finished dinner at Zhangliu Palace, night had already fallen. Jiuzhu stepped outside and gasped softly at the sight of the lanterns illuminating the courtyard. "So beautiful."

    "Come, let¡¯s see the outer courtyard." Prince Chen carried her mermaid-silk lantern for her, guiding her down the stone path.

    The soft glow of lanterns, floating lights on the winding stream, and rows of palace maids holding crystal lamps¡ªeverything was so enchanting, as if they had wandered into a fairyland.

    Jiuzhu couldn¡¯t bear to blink, unsure where to look first.

    Prince Chen watched Ming Jiuzhu bathed in the candlelight, patiently standing beside her.

    She had given him all her savings¡ªnow, he could only gift her this sea of lights.

    "Do you like it?" he asked.

    "It¡¯s beautiful." Jiuzhu nodded slowly, tugging at his sleeve. "Did Your Highness prepare this for me?"

    Prince Chen paused before murmuring, "...Yes."

    "Thank you, Your Highness." Jiuzhu gazed up at the lanterns hanging from the trees. "These are the most beautiful lights I¡¯ve ever seen."

    "You think *these* are the most beautiful?" Prince Chen chuckled. "In the future, I¡¯ll give you even lovelier ones."

    Jiuzhu smiled at him, and it was as if all the stars in the Milky Way had leaped into her eyes.

    Prince Chen stayed with her for a long while, until the night breeze grew stronger. "Let¡¯s go. I¡¯ll take you back."

    Jiuzhu hurried after him.

    Though countless lanterns shone brightly, she followed him without hesitation.

    Sun Caiyao stood in the shadows, waiting until Prince Chen and Ming Jiuzhu had left before stepping into the light. "Let¡¯s go," she said to the maid behind her.

    No matter the reason, as a daughter-in-law, she had to go to Bright Moon Palace to plead for Consort Ning¡¯s sake.

    The palace paths were quiet but not eerie¡ªinstead, they carried an indescribable serenity. The lanterns stretched Prince Chen¡¯s shadow long, and Jiuzhu stepped on it, as if she were a little tail trailing behind him.

    Suddenly, Prince Chen stopped and turned. "The road ahead is dark. Hold onto my sleeve."

    "Okay." She reached out and lightly grasped it. S~ea??h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Their shadows merged into one indistinct blur against the palace wall.

    At the gates of Bright Moon Palace, Jiuzhu let go and smoothed the wrinkles she¡¯d left on his sleeve. "Your Highness, I¡¯m here."

    "Mm." Prince Chen clasped his hands behind his back. "Go inside."

    Just as Jiuzhu stepped through the door, she heard Xiangjuan murmur, "After all these years, I wonder if we can still find that little girl."

    Jiuzhu turned back¡ªPrince Chen hadn¡¯t left yet. She suddenly spun around, rushed to his side, and grabbed his sleeve again.

    "Aunt Xiangjuan, who are you looking for?" Holding Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve with one hand and gripping the doorframe with the other, she leaned in to ask.

    "Ah, County Mistress Ming is back?" Xiangjuan approached and only then noticed Prince Chen standing behind her. She bowed slightly before whispering, "Eight years ago, His Highness saved a little girl from drowning in Lingzhou. Her Majesty wishes to find her."

    "Is finding her important to Her Majesty and His Highness?"

    Xiangjuan nodded. "Her Majesty has already petitioned His Majesty to send the Imperial Guards to Lingzhou. We can only hope she succeeds."

    But the world was vast¡ªwho knew how long it would take?

    Jiuzhu¡¯s grip on Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve tightened, then loosened, then tightened again. "Actually¡­ there¡¯s no need to search."

    Prince Chen turned to her, reaching through the sleeve to hold her trembling hand in his palm.

    "I know where she is."

 Chapter 48

    "Miss Ming?" Xiangjuan looked at Jiuzhu in surprise, suddenly recalling that the County Princess had once been fostered in Lingzhou. Could she truly know something?

    "I..." Jiuzhu glanced around, slightly embarrassed and worried others might overhear. "Auntie, let''s go inside first."

    "Alright." Xiangjuan nodded and was about to lead Jiuzhu into the inner hall when she remembered Consort Ning still kneeling outside the palace gates. She paused mid-step¡ªhow should she explain this to Miss Ming?

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu tugged at Prince Chen''s sleeve, refusing to let go, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at him. "Will you accompany me inside?"

    "Fine." Prince Chen held her hand through the fabric of his sleeve as they walked forward. Watching their retreating figures, Xiangjuan couldn¡¯t help but smile¡ªHis Highness had finally learned to care for someone.

    "Cold?" Even through the fabric, Prince Chen could feel the chill of Jiuzhu¡¯s fingertips.

    "Not at all." Jiuzhu shook her head with a smile. "Your Highness is just as gentle and attentive as you were when you were little."

    Him?

    Gentle and attentive?

    Prince Chen almost scoffed at the idea. He rubbed his nose self-consciously. "You don¡¯t even know how I was as a child."

    Jiuzhu beamed at him. "But I do."

    As they walked, Jiuzhu noticed someone kneeling at the entrance and halted. "Your Highness, is someone kneeling there?"

    "Pay no mind." Prince Chen glanced at Consort Ning and pressed a hand atop Jiuzhu¡¯s head, steering her forward. "In the palace, some people use kneeling as a means to an end."

    "Oh." Jiuzhu nodded, but as they drew closer, she recognized the kneeling figure as Consort Ning.

    Hearing their footsteps, Consort Ning lifted her head, her eyes meeting Jiuzhu¡¯s¡ªfilled with suppressed pain, helplessness, and unspoken grievances.

    Jiuzhu leaned close to Prince Chen¡¯s ear and whispered, "Did Consort Ning study opera before entering the palace?"

    Prince Chen arched a brow. "What makes you say that?"

    "Her performance is impeccable¡ªjust like a tragic flower-dan on stage."

    Prince Chen tightened his grip and swiftly dragged her inside, fearing Consort Ning might faint if she overheard Little Pig Ming¡¯s remark.

    "Where¡¯s Mother?" Prince Chen waved off the bows of the attending eunuchs and maids.

    "Your Highness, Her Ladyship is in the rear hall."

    "Let¡¯s go." Prince Chen bypassed the front hall and headed toward the rear. Just as they reached the doorway, they heard Consort Su speaking sharply to a eunuch: "Whoever pleads for her can kneel alongside her. It seems I¡¯ve been too lenient all these years, allowing them to trample over me. The moment there¡¯s news from Lingzhou, report it to me immediately. Understood?"

    Prince Chen glanced at Jiuzhu and cleared his throat. "Mother, I¡¯ve arrived."

    Consort Su looked up from her book¡ªa chronicle of infamous imperial consorts¡ªand smiled at Prince Chen and Jiuzhu. "Jiuzhu, come sit beside me."

    Prince Chen handed the mermaid-silk lantern to a eunuch, instructing him to hang it in Jiuzhu¡¯s chamber, then took a seat next to her. "Mother, have you dined yet?"

    Consort Su glanced at the darkening sky. "Did you rush here with Jiuzhu just to eat at my palace?"

    "You misunderstand, Mother. I was only concerned you might have skipped supper." Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu. "Isn¡¯t that right, Little Pig Ming?"

    "Your Ladyship, His Highness only came to escort me," Jiuzhu explained earnestly. "We¡¯ve already eaten."

    Consort Su hadn¡¯t expected Jiuzhu to take her teasing so seriously. Suppressing a laugh, she said, "Since Jiuzhu vouches for you, I¡¯ll believe you this once."

    "Now that she¡¯s safely delivered, you should leave." Consort Su dismissed her son without mercy. "Though there are no young concubines in the rear palace, an adult prince loitering in his mother¡¯s quarters is hardly proper."

    Prince Chen clicked his tongue and lazily rose from his chair. Well, he understood now¡ªwith Little Pig Ming as her future daughter-in-law, he was the expendable one.

    "Wait!" Jiuzhu panicked and reached for Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve, accidentally catching his finger instead. "Your Highness, don¡¯t go yet."

    Prince Chen froze at the touch of her hand, stiffening like a statue.

    Consort Su watched the scene with amusement before turning to Jiuzhu with a gentle smile. "Jiuzhu, is there something you wish to tell me and Du Qing?"

    She waved her hand, dismissing all the attendants. "No one is to approach this chamber without my command."

    The servants bowed and withdrew, quietly shutting the doors behind them.

    Jiuzhu looked up at Prince Chen.

    "T-Take your time. I¡¯m not leaving," Prince Chen muttered, sitting back down. He rubbed his burning ear¡ªhad the winter wind scorched it? Why else would it feel so hot?

    Clutching Prince Chen¡¯s finger as if it gave her courage, Jiuzhu spoke softly. "Your Ladyship, Auntie Xiangjuan mentioned... you¡¯ve been searching for a girl from Lingzhou?"

    Consort Su noticed the shift in Jiuzhu¡¯s tone and expression. Her smile faded as she nodded.

    "Eight years ago, in winter, by the Huaxi River outside Lingzhou¡¯s city walls¡ªwas that the place?" Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes burned with intensity as she looked at Consort Su, then turned to Prince Chen. "Your Highness wore a light-purple round-collared brocade robe that day, with a fox-fur cloak draped over your shoulders. You looked like an immortal¡¯s attendant."

    Prince Chen stared at Jiuzhu, his mind spinning with a wild yet terrifying suspicion.

    He couldn¡¯t bear to imagine this silly little girl, shivering in the icy river, enduring such agony.

    "You..." Consort Su¡¯s lips parted, but no words came out.

    "The person Your Highness saved back then... was me." Jiuzhu lowered her head. "I¡¯m sorry for keeping it hidden all this time."

    No one knew how overjoyed she had been upon entering Bright Moon Palace and seeing Consort Su again. She had nearly blurted out the question: *Where is the little immortal who saved me? Has he grown into a kind and noble man?*

    But she had never forgotten Consort Su¡¯s warning¡ª*the capital is a place without secrets.*

    She dared not speak, dared not endanger them.

    For eight years, she had burned incense before the Three Pure Ones, praying for her saviors¡¯ safety and happiness.

    And now, the gods had answered.

    "Child." Consort Su stepped forward and pulled Jiuzhu into a tight embrace, stroking her hair as tears slipped down her cheeks. "You foolish, foolish girl."

    Jiuzhu nestled against Consort Su¡¯s soft warmth, breathing in her faint fragrance before tentatively wrapping her arms around her.

    *Her Ladyship smells so sweet... and feels so warm.*

    No wonder she had been so affectionate from the start. No wonder Jiuzhu had clung to her and Prince Chen, unbothered by those who accused her of currying favor or being opportunistic.

    She had trusted them¡ªsimply, completely, without reservation.

    "Your Ladyship?" Jiuzhu felt warm tears drip onto her face and tried to look up. "What¡¯s wrong?"

    "Nothing, I''m just happy." Consort Su wiped away her tears clumsily with one hand, while the other refused to let go of Jiuzhu. "I''m just... overjoyed."

    "Meeting Your Highness and Your Ladyship again brings me great happiness as well." Jiuzhu leaned against Consort Su, her lips curving into a smile. "Lingzhou and the capital are separated by thousands of miles. People come and go in this vast world¡ªit must have been an extraordinarily special fate that allowed me to meet Your Highness and Your Ladyship."

    Prince Chen watched Jiuzhu nestled in his mother''s embrace and slowly reached out, his fingers lightly brushing her shoulder before quickly withdrawing.

    He clenched his fist, emotions surging violently within him, roaring to spill forth. Yet, in the presence of the gentle Jiuzhu, he forcefully suppressed them all.

    "Little Pig Ming," he asked, "Back then, did I give you some candies?"

    Jiuzhu turned her head to look at him from Consort Su''s arms. "Yes, the mint candies Your Highness gave me. They were so, so sweet."

    Had she always carried mint candies in her pouch because she thought he still liked them?

    Prince Chen gazed into her bright eyes for a long moment before chuckling softly. "The candies this prince gave you are, of course, sweeter than anyone else''s."

    "Mhm!" Jiuzhu nodded earnestly, agreeing wholeheartedly. "After that, I never tasted mint candies as delicious as those again."

    Consort Su released Jiuzhu, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes as she forced a smile. "Jiuzhu, what kind of candies do you like? I¡¯ll have the imperial chefs make them for you."

    "Mother," Prince Chen interjected, "I know better what Little Pig Ming likes to eat. Leave this matter to me."

    Consort Su caressed Jiuzhu''s cheek, not even glancing at her son. "You and Du Qing stay here for a while. I need to attend to some matters."

    "Alright." Jiuzhu nodded.

    As Consort Su reached the door, she turned back and called, "Jiuzhu."

    "Your Ladyship?" Jiuzhu lifted her head, her sparkling eyes filled with affection and warmth.

    Consort Su smiled brightly. "Meeting you again has also made me very happy."

    Then she saw the girl''s face light up with an incomparably radiant smile¡ªone so dazzling it melted her heart into a pool of spring water.

    Pushing open the palace doors, she saw Xiangjuan waiting outside with a bow. "What is it?"

    "Your Ladyship, the Princess Consort of Qi requests an audience." Xiangjuan glanced inside before hesitantly closing the door behind her, shielding Prince Chen and Miss Ming from view.

    "What does she want?" Consort Su flicked her silk shawl, her skirt flowing like water over the steps.

    "This servant suspects she¡¯s here to plead for Consort Ning¡¯s sake," Xiangjuan said, supporting Consort Su¡¯s hand. "Your Ladyship, the Princess Consort of Qi is a daughter of the Sun Family. Their ancestors produced three chancellors, four top scholars, and ten imperial scholars. Among scholars and civil officials, their prestige is immense."

    "So what? Jiuzhu¡¯s father, uncles, and brothers are all remarkable men too." Consort Su scoffed. "Did the Sun Family ever have three brothers who all achieved the highest imperial honors at once?"

    Xiangjuan fell silent.

    Such a feat was exceedingly rare, even for the Ming Family.

    "The glories of ancestors don¡¯t mean the current Sun Family members are impressive." Consort Su understood Xiangjuan¡¯s concerns. "As a daughter of the Sun Family, instead of letting Yun Yanze handle this, she¡¯s humbling herself to beg me¡ªher devotion to him is truly profound."

    The Sun Family had never favored her, the favored imperial consort. Though outwardly respectful, the arrogance emanating from the elderly matriarch of the Sun Family was unmistakable.

    The Sun Family knew she was aware of their disdain, and she was well acquainted with their pride. But for the sake of the capable officials they had produced, she had long chosen to ignore it.

    All these years, an unspoken balance had existed between them¡ªneither side provoking the other. Yet now, Sun Caiyao had broken that balance for the sake of Prince of Qi County.

    "Just another foolish girl blinded by love," Consort Su remarked coolly. "This consort has no interest in quarreling with her juniors."

    Xiangjuan smiled. "This servant knows Your Ladyship has always been lenient with young ladies."

    Consort Su chuckled. It wasn¡¯t about leniency¡ªjust that it wasn¡¯t worth the trouble.

    ***

    "Mother!" Sun Caiyao¡¯s heart ached at the sight of Consort Ning still kneeling before the main hall of Bright Moon Palace. She reached out to help her up but was stopped by a stern palace maid.

    "Princess Consort of Qi," the maid curtsied. "Consort Ning is here to sincerely seek an audience with Her Ladyship. If you help her rise, it would be no great matter¡ªbut this servant fears Her Ladyship might then fail to see Consort Ning¡¯s sincerity."

    Sun Caiyao understood this was Consort Su¡¯s deliberate humiliation of her mother-in-law. Gritting her teeth, she said, "My mother-in-law is delicate in health. I am willing to kneel in her place to demonstrate our sincerity."

    "Your Highness¡¯s filial piety moves heaven and earth, truly admirable. Yet this servant is but an insignificant maid¡ªhow could I presume to interpret Her Ladyship¡¯s intentions?" The maid knelt before Sun Caiyao. "I beg Your Highness not to make things difficult for us."

    "Please, Your Highness, do not make things difficult for us," the other servants outside the hall echoed as they, too, knelt in unison.

    Sun Caiyao glanced at them, then at Consort Ning, whose strength was clearly failing. With a stifled breath, she knelt beside her. "I beg an audience with Her Ladyship!"

    Consort Ning turned to her, swaying slightly. "Why have you come? Go back at once!"

    "How could I stand by while my mother suffers?" Sun Caiyao supported her. "Mother, if you¡¯re unwell, lean on me."

    Consort Ning longed to shove her away.

    She had knelt for hours¡ªshe needed to faint for this to work. Sun Caiyao¡¯s arrival ruined everything.

    "Return to tend to Yanze. I¡¯ll be fine..."

    The doors to the main hall creaked open. Consort Ning lifted her head to see Su Meidai, resplendent in layered robes, looking down at her with icy detachment.

    At the consort inauguration ceremony years ago, she had knelt below while Su Meidai sat upon the phoenix throne¡ªwatching her with those same disdainful eyes.

    "Greetings to Her Ladyship." Sun Caiyao kowtowed deeply.

    "What is the meaning of this?" Xiangjuan chided the servants. "How could you let the Princess Consort kneel here? Help Her Highness up at once!"

    "Has the Princess Consort come to see Jiuzhu?" Consort Su regarded the forcibly "assisted" Sun Caiyao with a faint smile. "Inform the County Princess that the Princess Consort of Qi has come calling."

    "Your Ladyship, I¡¯m not here for¡ª"

    "Princess Consort, I am your elder." Consort Su arched a brow, her tone deceptively light. "At this late hour, if you¡¯re not here for the County Princess, could you be seeking me? This old consort is frail and must not be disturbed at night. Yanze has always been filial and courteous. As his wife, surely you share his virtues?"

    Sun Caiyao inwardly cursed but could not refute her.

    With no empress in the palace, Consort Su held the highest rank as de facto mistress of the inner court. Strictly speaking, every prince and princess owed her the address of "Imperial Mother Su."

    "Escort the Princess Consort to the side hall to await the County Princess." Consort Su gestured dismissively before stepping toward the kneeling Consort Ning. "This consort recalls that eight years ago, during His Majesty¡¯s southern tour, you fell ill. Is that correct?"

    Consort Ning kept her head lowered. "This concubine does not understand what Your Ladyship means."

    "Whether you understand or not makes no difference." Consort Su gripped Consort Ning''s hair, forcing her to meet her gaze: "Zheng Lanyin, look at me!"

    Consort Ning struggled briefly, clenching her teeth to suppress her fury: "Your Highness, what do you intend to do?"

    Consort Su sneered. "From today onward, I will make sure you learn what it means to be an arrogant, favored consort."

    Consort Ning paled.

    "Don¡¯t be afraid, or in such a hurry." Consort Su released her hair, stood, and turned to wash her hands in a bronze basin. As she dried them, she circled Consort Ning slowly. "I think the title ''Ning'' doesn¡¯t suit you. Neither does the rank of consort."

    She paused, smiling down at Consort Ning. "How does ''Concubine Zheng'' sound to you?"

    "No! You can¡¯t do this to me!" Panic finally seized Consort Ning. "I bore His Majesty a prince¡ªhe would never treat me this way."

    "Then try your luck." Consort Su handed her handkerchief to a maid, her tone icy. "Zheng Lanyin, as you sow, so shall you reap. We have accounts to settle, and there¡¯s no hurry."

    Consort Ning stared at her in dismay. What did she know?

    If Su Meidai knew, then what about His Majesty? Did he know as well?

    As if reading her thoughts, Consort Su smiled. "You may wonder what I know. And as for His Majesty... do you think he¡¯s aware of it too?"

    "Su Meidai!" Consort Ning frantically clutched at her skirts. "You dare act so brazenly today¡ªaren¡¯t you afraid of retribution?"

    Consort Su took a step back, amused. "In this harem, as long as one holds His Majesty¡¯s favor, whether arrogant or not, they become a thorn in everyone¡¯s side."

    "Do you think I care?" Her voice was light. "Women shouldn¡¯t make life difficult for each other, but you crossed the line when you schemed against my child."

    "Zheng Lanyin, you are a mother¡ªand so am I."

    "Su Meidai, you rely on His Majesty¡¯s favor to act so shamelessly. One day¡ª"

    "Shh." Consort Su smiled gently. "Zheng Lanyin, I have a principle: harm should never touch the innocent. Don¡¯t force me to break it. Understood?"

    Consort Ning swallowed her words. She stiffly withdrew her legs and knelt again, bowing deeply. "What must I do for you to spare me?"

    Consort Su regarded her impassively.

    "Your Highness, Prince of Qi County?"

    At the maid¡¯s voice, Consort Su looked up to see Yun Yanze standing in the distance, his face ashen.

    ¡ª¡ª

    In the rear hall, Prince Chen studied Jiuzhu, who sat with her hands neatly folded on her knees like an obedient child. She blinked at him. "Your Highness, do you have something to say?"

    Prince Chen wasn¡¯t sure what to say. He felt he had much to tell her, yet when faced with her bright eyes, nothing seemed right.

    An absurd thought even crossed his mind¡ªhad he brought Ming Jiuzhu back to the capital years ago and raised her himself, it might not have been such a bad idea.

    "During your years in Lingzhou... did anyone mistreat you?" His thoughts were a jumble, and in the end, this was all he managed to ask.

    Jiuzhu shook her head. "My masters were very kind. They were ascetics who avoided meat, yet they bought chicken and fish for me. They said cultivation is about refining the heart, not restricting others. I grew up surrounded by mountains and rivers, far from the bustling world, rarely leaving the hills. The only time I was ever wronged... was when I met you, Your Highness." She beamed. "My masters said I¡¯m blessed, destined to meet noble helpers."

    Raised away from worldly strife¡ªno wonder she was so guileless.

    "Little Pig Ming." He gently pinched the tip of her nose. "You... you."

    Such a sweet girl shouldn¡¯t, after marrying him, have to endure the ugliness of schemes and the fickleness of human hearts.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu caught his wrist, "you mustn¡¯t pinch a girl¡¯s nose too much. It¡¯ll turn ugly."

    "It¡¯s fine. Even if it turns into a pig¡¯s snout, I won¡¯t mind." Prince Chen released her nose. "I¡¯m not a shallow man."

    "But still!" Jiuzhu protested. "I can¡¯t let people see you and say, ''He married a pig-nosed princess consort.'' How embarrassing!"

    "I don¡¯t care what others say." Prince Chen resisted the urge to pinch her cheek¡ªshe wasn¡¯t his wife yet. "As long as I think you¡¯re wonderful, that¡¯s all that matters. Understand?"

    "So... in Your Highness¡¯s eyes, I¡¯m wonderful?" Jiuzhu gazed at him hopefully.

    Prince Chen smirked and crooked a finger at her.

    She leaned in eagerly.

    He flicked her forehead. "Guess."

    Jiuzhu clutched her forehead, wide-eyed with shock.

    "Cough." Flustered under her stare, he quickly nodded twice. "Mm."

    "Your Highness nodded¡ªdoes that mean I¡¯m wonderful?" She brightened instantly.

    "Tch." He noticed the faint red mark on her forehead and gently rubbed it with his thumb. "Does it hurt?"

    "No." She shook her head, tugging his sleeve. "Your Highness, say more!"

    "You¡¯re clever, capable, and breathtakingly beautiful." Prince Chen watched her small hand swaying with his sleeve. "And your paintings are extraordinary."

    "Aiya." Jiuzhu covered her slightly flushed cheeks. "Your Highness flatters me too much!"

    Prince Chen: "..."

    Her words denied it, but her expression was pure delight.

    Hah. What a dishonest little thing.

    "Your Highness isn¡¯t lying to me, right?"

    "Would I lie to you?"

    "No." Jiuzhu shook her head. S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Prince Chen continued soothing her forehead. "It¡¯s late. I should return to Zhangliu Palace."

    If he stayed longer, the palace ladies would gossip about her.

    "I¡¯ll walk you to the gate!" Jiuzhu sprang up, radiating happiness.

    "Mind the threshold." He steadied her, then, as before, took her hand through his sleeve.

    "Your Highness." Wrapped in the fabric of his sleeve, Jiuzhu felt utterly safe. She could almost close her eyes, certain he¡¯d never let her stumble. "May I visit you at Zhangliu Palace tomorrow?"

    Prince Chen nearly said, *Your father gave me a stack of books to copy.* But what came out was: "Alright."

    She was new to the palace. It wouldn¡¯t hurt to indulge her for a couple of days.

    Just two. Not a day more.

    ¡ª¡ª

    "Greetings, Consort Su." Yun Yanze watched his mother kneel humbly before the other woman, then stepped forward and dropped to his knees.

    "If my mother has offended, I will bear the punishment in her stead." He kowtowed deeply. "I beg Your Highness to spare her."

    The night wind swayed the lanterns by the palace gate, casting flickering shadows across Yun Yanze¡¯s face.

    *Thud. Thud.*

    He kowtowed again and again.

    Silence enveloped the entrance of Bright Moon Palace. Not a soul dared breathe too loudly.

    At that moment, the sound of a young girl''s laughter rang out.

    Jiuzhu walked to the doorway and saw Yun Yanze kneeling at the entrance, kowtowing. Startled, she turned to Prince Chen and asked, "The Prince of Qi County was caned¡ªif he kneels like this, won''t his wounds reopen?"

    The crowd turned to look at County Princess Ming, whose words were utterly out of place in the solemn atmosphere.

    Prince Chen took a step forward, shielding her behind him.

    Everyone quickly averted their gazes.

    For a prince to suffer the humiliation of a caning was a pain the Prince of Qi County could not speak of¡ªyet County Princess Ming had just driven a knife straight into his pride.

 Chapter 49

    Consort Su noticed Jiuzhu stepping forward and glanced sideways at Xiangjuan, who shook her head slightly¡ªMiss Ming hadn¡¯t been summoned by them.

    With a warm smile, Consort Su said, ¡°Jiuzhu is right. Though Consort Ning has erred, her child bears no blame. Xiangjuan, send someone to the Imperial Hospital and fetch the physician most skilled in treating wounds.¡±

    ¡°This servant obeys Your Highness¡¯s command.¡± Xiangjuan curtsied, then turned and spoke in a measured tone, ¡°Her Highness is deeply concerned about Prince of Qi County¡¯s injuries. Hurry and summon the imperial physician.¡±

    ¡°Consort Ning.¡± Consort Su looked down at the kneeling woman with a pained expression. ¡°As a mother, how could you not persuade Yanze to kneel with you? If word spreads, people might think this Consort deliberately torments a prince.¡±

    She sighed heavily. ¡°Look, the child¡¯s face is pale with pain. Du Qing, help your fourth brother up. Assist him inside to sit down. Xiangjuan, bring a soft cushion¡ªmind his wounds.¡±

    ¡°Fourth Brother, rise.¡± Prince Chen gripped Yun Yanze¡¯s arm, but the latter resisted slightly.

    ¡°Fourth Brother,¡± Prince Chen smiled, though his voice carried a warning, ¡°Be careful. If you fall and reopen your old wounds, the suffering will be yours to bear.¡±

    Yun Yanze was forcibly hauled to his feet by Prince Chen. As he stood, the wounds on his back pulled against each other, a mix of itch and pain, but he endured it silently.

    ¡°Consort Su¡ª¡±

    ¡°Fourth Prince, no need to say more.¡± Consort Su cut him off. ¡°The nation has its laws, the family its rules. Consort Ning¡¯s mistakes concern the inner court alone. You are not only her child but also His Majesty¡¯s, a prince of Great Cheng. If even you disregard the laws of the land, what will others think of our court, of our royal family?¡±

    Jiuzhu nodded quietly behind them. Consort Su spoke so wisely.

    ¡°What are you nodding for?¡± Prince Chen flicked her forehead and whispered, ¡°Let me teach you a life lesson.¡±

    ¡°What?¡± Jiuzhu leaned closer.

    ¡°When women in the inner court quarrel, stand farther away.¡± Prince Chen forced Yun Yanze into a chair, and Jiuzhu noticed the prince¡¯s brow twitch as he sat.

    ¡°Why?¡±

    ¡°Because if you don¡¯t, blood might splash on you.¡± Prince Chen sighed. He¡¯d intended to leave early, but it seemed they¡¯d be stuck here a while.

    ¡°Oh.¡± Jiuzhu pondered for a moment before turning to him again.

    ¡°What are you looking at?¡± Prince Chen frowned.

    ¡°I was just thinking¡­ after we marry, if the women in your rear courtyard quarrel with me, what should I do?¡± She rubbed her temples fretfully.

    Prince Chen¡¯s expression shifted through several shades before settling on stormy. ¡°You¡¯re not even wed to me yet, and you¡¯re already planning to push me toward other women?¡±

    Seeing his darkening mood, Jiuzhu retreated a step. ¡°Your Highness, why are you angry?¡±

    He scoffed. Dealing with her alone gave him enough headaches¡ªwhy would he need others?

    To watch them tear at each other¡¯s hair for entertainment?

    ¡°You¡ª¡± He raised a finger to poke her forehead, then remembered he¡¯d already reddened it earlier and curled his hand into a fist instead. ¡°Can¡¯t you imagine something better?¡±

    ¡°Then¡­¡± Jiuzhu hesitated. ¡°Your rear courtyard will be harmonious, without quarrels?¡±

    She stared at Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve, picturing some unfamiliar girl tugging at the fabric, and her shoulders slumped involuntarily.

    Prince Chen exhaled deeply, reminding himself not to lose patience. He plucked an orange from the table. ¡°Go sit quietly and eat this.¡±

    Jiuzhu took the orange, peeling it in silence.

    Yun Yanze observed her poking at the fruit, her lips pressed into a faint pout.

    Noticing his gaze, Jiuzhu looked up, meeting his eyes across the room. She blinked, then returned to tormenting the orange.

    ¡°Little Pig Ming.¡±

    ¡°Little Pig Ming?¡± Prince Chen set a plate of pastries before her and sat down. ¡°Have some.¡±

    He eyed the mangled orange in her hands, snatched it away, and deftly peeled it. ¡°Tired?¡±

    Jiuzhu shook her head.

    He placed the segments into her palm. ¡°Why so listless?¡±

    Another shake of her head. She split the orange and offered half to him. ¡°Just¡­ unwell.¡±

    ¡°Where?¡± Prince Chen stood, pressing a hand to her forehead, then checking her pulse. ¡°Are you ill?¡±

    ¡°No.¡± Jiuzhu tugged at his sleeve, still unwilling to speak.

    ¡°Your Highness, Imperial Physician Wang has arrived.¡± Xiangjuan entered with an elderly man in official robes.

    ¡°Perfect timing.¡± Prince Chen gestured. ¡°Physician Wang, examine County Mistress Ming.¡±

    The physician glanced uncertainly at Prince of Qi County¡ªwasn¡¯t he summoned for the prince¡¯s injuries? But he dared not refuse. Retrieving a silk cloth from his kit, he bowed. ¡°County Mistress, please extend your wrist.¡±

    Jiuzhu placed her hand on the table, watching as the imperial physician draped a silk cloth over her wrist to take her pulse. She turned her head to glance at Prince Chen. "Your Highness, I truly am fine."

    "Whether you''re fine or not is for the physician to decide," Prince Chen said firmly. "Physician Wang is the expert here. I¡¯ll defer to his judgment."

    Imperial Physician Wang cast a touched glance at Prince Chen¡ªfinally, a royal prince who truly valued his professional opinion.

    However¡­

    After checking both her wrists, he confirmed that County Mistress Ming was indeed in perfect health. S§×arch* The n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Your Highness, the County Mistress shows no signs of illness."

    "Then why was she cheerful just moments ago, and suddenly lost all energy?" Prince Chen relaxed slightly upon hearing Jiuzhu was unharmed.

    Imperial Physician Wang folded his silk cloth, unsure how to explain to the prince that a woman¡¯s sudden lack of spirit or cheer might not stem from illness, but rather¡­ displeasure.

    Ah, the prince was still an unmarried man. The intricacies of women¡¯s moods remained a mystery to him.

    "Your Highness need not worry. Perhaps the County Mistress will feel better after a night¡¯s rest." He offered a knowing smile. No need for concern or haste¡ªlife would teach him these lessons in due time.

    A man who had never weathered a woman¡¯s displeasure could not yet call himself mature.

    Imperial Physician Wang rose with an amused expression, gazing at Prince Chen as though observing a watermelon ripening on the vine.

    Unsettled by the physician¡¯s odd look, Prince Chen clicked his tongue. Just whose patient was this old man treating?

    Once Imperial Physician Wang moved on to examine Yun Yanze, Prince Chen turned back to Jiuzhu. "If you¡¯re tired, go rest early. I¡¯ll come to Bright Moon Palace to fetch you tomorrow morning."

    Jiuzhu nodded glumly.

    She stood up, her eyes drifting toward Yun Yanze across the room. Perhaps due to the Zheng Family¡¯s influence, she could never bring herself to admire the Prince of Qi County¡ªin fact, she even felt uneasy whenever he approached His Highness.

    After a moment¡¯s hesitation, she sat back down.

    "You¡¯re not tired anymore?" Prince Chen raised an eyebrow as she settled back in her seat. "Did you forget to tell me something?"

    "I¡¯m not tired," Jiuzhu insisted¡ªonly to yawn immediately after.

    And she still claimed she wasn¡¯t sleepy?

    Prince Chen sighed. "Go to bed."

    Jiuzhu flopped forward onto the table, the golden branch hairpin in her bun glinting brilliantly under the candlelight, her posture a silent refusal of his suggestion.

    Ah, ever since he started accepting her money, she¡¯d developed quite the temper. Prince Chen absently touched the pouch at his waist¡ªthe one holding the silver Jiuzhu had given him.

    Well, he¡¯d taken her coins. Letting her indulge in a little moodiness was only fair.

    A grown man shouldn¡¯t fuss over such trivial matters with a young lady.

    "Your Highness, though your wound has begun to scab, you must avoid straining it until it¡¯s fully healed." Imperial Physician Wang retrieved a jar of medicine from his kit. "This is a salve of my own formulation. Please apply it regularly to the injury."

    "My thanks, Physician Wang." Yun Yanze offered a bitter smile, as if burdened by unspoken troubles.

    Imperial Physician Wang closed his medicine case. "Since Your Highness¡¯s injury is not serious, this humble physician will take his leave."

    "Physician Wang, allow this servant to escort you." Xiangjuan pressed a pouch of silver into his hands. "On such a cold night, we¡¯ve troubled you to make this trip. Her Ladyship feels deeply apologetic¡ªplease accept this for a warm cup of tea."

    After a polite refusal, Imperial Physician Wang tucked the money into his sleeve.

    As he reached the doorway, he overheard Consort Su¡¯s voice.

    "You¡¯ve committed a grave offense. By rights, I should settle this matter with you thoroughly tonight. However, out of respect for the young lady of the Sun Family kneeling to plead on your behalf, I shall let it pass¡ªfor now."

    "The Sun Family has produced generations of scholars, their lineage illustrious with renowned ministers and virtuous officials. I cannot bear to see their descendants suffer indignity because of you. You may leave. As for the rest¡­ His Majesty will decide."

    Imperial Physician Wang¡¯s heart stirred with unease. What transgression had Consort Ning committed, that even the Prince of Qi County and his Princess Consort had knelt to beg for mercy?

    Rumors claimed Consort Su disdained scholars, yet here she was, sparing Consort Ning solely out of regard for the Sun Family¡ªeven overlooking the impropriety of a Princess Consort kneeling in the dead of night.

    The inner palace abhorred scandals, especially when juniors resorted to public kneeling without cause, turning the court into a spectacle.

    By summoning a physician for the Prince of Qi County and permitting Consort Ning to depart, Consort Su had granted the couple every courtesy.

    ¡ª¡ª

    Sun Caiyao had waited in the side chamber for what felt like an eternity, yet no one from Bright Moon Palace came for her. Just as her agitation peaked, she overheard passing maids whispering about "the Prince of Qi County" and "the imperial physician." Unable to remain still, she pushed open the side door and stepped out.

    The corridor was deserted, the cold wind drawing a shiver from her as she hastened toward the main hall.

    The grand chamber blazed with light. She paused at the threshold, peering inside.

    Ming Jiuzhu lay slumped over an ornate side table, while Prince Chen leaned slightly toward her¡ªwhether studying her hairpin or her profile, she couldn¡¯t tell¡ªtheir shared silence radiating harmony.

    Her gaze shifted to the opposite side of the room.

    Her Highness?

    As she lifted her foot to enter, she froze¡ªfor the Prince of Qi County¡¯s gaze was fixed unwaveringly upon Ming Jiuzhu.

    In that instant, her heart plunged into an abyss.

    Every day and night since their marriage, she had been tormented by guilt and furtive joy¡ªwracked with remorse over the fate she¡¯d stolen from Ming Jiuzhu, yet giddy with the Prince¡¯s tenderness toward her.

    She feared seeing His Highness standing beside Ming Jiuzhu, for she could not forget that in her dreams, His Highness had harbored feelings for Ming Jiuzhu.

    What was even more terrifying¡ªin that dream, His Highness had died by Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s hand.

    ¡°Your Highness¡­¡± Her lips parted, but her voice was no louder than a whisper.

    No one heard her, yet Ming Jiuzhu, who had been resting her head on the table, suddenly lifted her gaze. Those bright eyes fixed upon her.

    She lowered her lashes, unable to meet Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s piercing stare.

    ¡°Caiyao.¡± Yun Yanze followed Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s line of sight. ¡°What are you doing here?¡±

    ¡°Your Highness.¡± Sun Caiyao stepped closer to Yun Yanze, clutching his sleeve as she forced a smile. ¡°Let¡¯s go back.¡±

    *Stay away from Ming Jiuzhu, or she will be the death of you.*

    ¡°Your Highness, Princess Consort.¡± Xiangjuan entered the hall, smiling at the two of them. ¡°Consort Su was deeply moved by your filial devotion. She has granted permission for you to escort Consort Ning back tonight.¡±

    Yun Yanze rose to express his gratitude.

    Xiangjuan smiled but said nothing more.

    *She only allowed you to accompany Consort Ning home tonight¡ªthat doesn¡¯t mean the matter is settled.*

    *Whatever comes next can wait until after a good night¡¯s rest.*

 Chapter 50

    Jiuzhu felt that the Princess Consort of Qi might have some enormous misunderstanding about her. She had merely glanced at the Prince of Qi County unintentionally before their departure, yet the way the Princess Consort looked at her suggested she feared Jiuzhu might devour the prince whole.

    As they left, the petite Princess Consort even seemed determined to shield the Prince of Qi County entirely with her own delicate frame.

    But Jiuzhu was a proper young woman raised in a Taoist temple¡ªshe didn¡¯t eat people.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu rubbed her sleepy eyes, pushing aside the Princess Consort''s misconception, and turned to Prince Chen. "I¡¯ll escort you to the gate now."

    "No need," Prince Chen took one look at her barely-open eyes and sighed. "Go back, wash up, and sleep. I can leave on my own."

    "I can¡¯t. I promised to see you out." Jiuzhu stepped ahead of him and glanced back. "Come on."

    "Slow down¡ªthere are steps ahead." Seeing her near the edge of the stairs, Prince Chen quickly grabbed her sleeve. "Fine, fine, you win. Let¡¯s go."

    If she really tripped and started crying in front of him, that would be far more troublesome.

    "My Lady," Xiangjuan whispered to Consort Su. "Shall I escort His Highness out?"

    "Are the lanterns overhead bright?" Consort Su countered.

    "Very bright," Xiangjuan nodded.

    "Exactly." Consort Su stretched lazily. "Let¡¯s go back to sleep."

    Why meddle in young people¡¯s affairs?

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu shivered slightly as the cold wind outside the palace gates woke her fully. "Be careful on your way."

    "Don¡¯t worry." Prince Chen glanced at the palanquin already waiting for him. "Go back and sleep."

    "Mmm." Jiuzhu smiled back at him as he grinned at her.

    She leaned against the palace gate, watching his palanquin depart, her gaze drifting absently to the lanterns swaying under the eaves.

    At first, all she had wanted was for Prince Chen and Consort Su to be well¡ªnothing more.

    But now¡­ why did she feel so upset with him, even though he was so kind?

    From his palanquin, Prince Chen looked back¡ªthe girl was still standing there.

    A few moments later, he turned again. She hadn¡¯t moved, still lost in thought.

    "Stop." Seeing the night mist thickening, he leapt down and strode back to her.

    "Your Highness?" Jiuzhu blinked in surprise as Prince Chen reappeared before her. "Why did you come back?"

    Her dazed expression softened his heart. "Go to bed early. I¡¯ll fetch you first thing tomorrow to visit Zhangliu Palace."

    She was already this clingy when he was only leaving for a night¡ªwhat would she be like after they married? A little shadow, trailing behind him endlessly.

    Jiuzhu stared blankly at him.

    "Go inside." Prince Chen crossed his arms. "I won¡¯t leave until I see you climb those steps."

    Jiuzhu turned and walked through the gate. After a few steps, she glanced back¡ªhe was still there.

    Afraid he¡¯d stand there all night, she hiked up her skirts and scurried up the stairs before turning to look at the gate again.

    "I¡¯m leaving now." Prince Chen waved breezily, took a step, then turned back once more. "Don¡¯t stand there spacing out. Go to bed immediately¡ªunderstand?"

    Jiuzhu nodded.

    Satisfied, Prince Chen smiled, his black cloak sweeping dramatically behind him in the night breeze.

    "Your Highness," a eunuch bowed as Prince Chen settled back into the palanquin. "Shall we return to Zhangliu Palace?"

    "No." Prince Chen looked toward Taiyang Palace, its lights still burning in the distance. "Take me to Taiyang Palace. I wish to see His Majesty."

    Emperor Longfeng had just finished reviewing the last memorial when he considered visiting Bright Moon Palace¡ªonly to remember that Consort Su had been spending time with the Ming family girl lately and didn¡¯t want him interrupting. Resigned, he sighed and prepared to retire to his cold, imperial bed.

    "Your Majesty, Prince Chen requests an audience."

    "Chen¡¯er wants to see me?" Emperor Longfeng frowned. Had he quarreled with his brothers again?

    "Bring him in." After a pause, he added to Liu Zhongbao, "Have the maids prepare the side chamber. The prince will stay here tonight."

    Taiyang Palace was quite far from Zhangliu Palace, after all.

    "Yes, Your Majesty." Liu Zhongbao withdrew. Since the emperor¡¯s accession, only Consort Su and Prince Chen had ever been permitted to stay overnight in Taiyang Palace.

    To Emperor Longfeng¡¯s surprise, his son neither came to complain nor ask for money. Instead, Prince Chen earnestly discussed Hongwen Academy and the snow disasters in Youzhou.

    Though some of his views were still naive, the emperor was delighted to see his usually pleasure-seeking son finally take an interest in governance. He felt so invigorated, he could¡¯ve stayed up all night reviewing memorials.

    "The Minister of Justice is elderly and has thrice petitioned to retire. Who do you think should replace him?"

    "Minister Chen Zhixing of Personnel. True, he has a habit of threatening to dash his brains out in remonstration, but he¡¯s fair and principled¡ªideal for overseeing justice."

    The Ministry of Justice governed the nation¡¯s penal laws. Only the upright could hold such power.

    "And if he moves to Justice, who would lead Personnel?" Emperor Longfeng pressed.

    "Father has forgotten someone." Prince Chen coughed lightly. "Not that I¡¯m lobbying for the Ming family, but Ming Jinghai is the best candidate."

    "Good." Emperor Longfeng beamed. "A ruler must know how to appoint the right people. A tailor measures before cutting cloth; an emperor stitches the fabric of the realm. One misstep, and the people suffer. You¡¯ve considered both competence and character¡ªexcellent."

    He handed Prince Chen two appointment decrees¡ªone naming Chen Zhixing as Minister of Justice, the other Ming Jinghai as Minister of Personnel.

    "You¡¯ve grown much lately." Leaning back, Emperor Longfeng chuckled. "Had I known betrothal would spur your diligence, I¡¯d have found you a wife sooner."

    "Wives aren¡¯t so easily chosen." Prince Chen scratched his nose. "None of the noble girls in the capital interest me."

    "Oh?" The emperor arched a brow. "So the Ming girl stands apart?"

    For once, Prince Chen didn¡¯t refute the teasing.

    "That Ming girl¡­ she¡¯s too naive, too trusting. She believes whatever I say, eats whatever I offer. I doubt she¡¯d even recognize if someone mocked her." Though his words were critical, his expression softened. "With Father and Consort Su shielding me, my past frivolities didn¡¯t matter. But I can¡¯t let her¡ªafter marrying me¡ªlose her innocence and joy to others¡¯ scorn."

    He sighed into his calming tea. "The thought of it¡­ unsettles me. At the very least, when she becomes my princess consort, no one should pity her for choosing wrongly."

    Whenever he thought of Jiuzhu¡¯s bright, joyful smile fading even a little, his heart grew restless and heavy with unease.

    ¡°Whatever the other princess consorts have, she shall not lack a single thing,¡± Prince Chen took a sip of tea. Though they weren¡¯t yet married, he was already thinking about how Jiuzhu would interact with her sisters-in-law. ¡°And what others don¡¯t have, she shall possess as well.¡±

    ¡°Achieving that won¡¯t be easy,¡± Emperor Longfeng chuckled. ¡°To become a prince praised by many, you¡¯ll have much to learn. Aren¡¯t you afraid of the hardship?¡±

    ¡°Of course I am,¡± Prince Chen sighed. ¡°But I¡¯m a grown man¡ªhow could I let a lively, happy girl become dull and joyless after marrying me?¡±

    ¡°At the very least¡­ I must try.¡± He lifted the teacup and drained it in one gulp, as if steeling his resolve. ¡°Father, please teach me.¡±

    ¡°Do you fancy the Ming family¡¯s little girl that much?¡± Emperor Longfeng asked, feigning casualness.

    ¡°Fancy her?¡± Prince Chen raised the cup to his lips again, only to find it empty. ¡°This is merely¡­ a man¡¯s duty.¡± Sear?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Emperor Longfeng smiled but didn¡¯t expose his son¡¯s flimsy lie.

    When a man willingly starts doing what he once avoided¡ªall for a woman¡ªwhat else could it be but love? Unless he¡¯s striving for a medal in good deeds?

    ¡°Mm,¡± Emperor Longfeng nodded. ¡°My son ought to uphold a man¡¯s responsibilities.¡±

    He retrieved a thick stack of books and placed them before Prince Chen.

    ¡°Father, what are these?¡±

    ¡°Historical records.¡± The emperor smiled. ¡°Later generations learn from history; the sorrows of predecessors serve as lessons, so we do not repeat their mistakes.¡±

    ¡°But¡­¡± Prince Chen flipped open one of the books and showed the contents to the emperor. ¡°These are imperial annals¡ªbiographies of emperors.¡±

    ¡°Indeed. Most emperors were once princes before ascending the throne.¡± Emperor Longfeng patted his son¡¯s shoulder. ¡°I trust my son will glean many insights from them.¡±

    Prince Chen eyed him skeptically. Really?

    The emperor nodded. Harsh and exhausting as it may be, I believe in you. You¡¯re my finest.

    In the end, Prince Chen left for the side hall of Taiyang Palace, arms laden with history books. Even in his dreams, piles of tomes threatened him¡ªstudy hard, or they¡¯d bully Jiuzhu and make her cry.

    The next morning, Prince Chen jolted awake in a daze and called to Liu Zhongbao waiting outside his bed curtains. ¡°Eunuch Liu, summon the attendants. I must dress.¡±

    ¡°Your Highness, it¡¯s still early. Wouldn¡¯t you like to rest longer?¡± Liu Zhongbao was surprised¡ªsince when did His Highness rise at this hour?

    ¡°No more sleep.¡± Prince Chen swung his legs out of bed and shoved his feet into his boots. ¡°I¡¯m going to Bright Moon Palace later.¡±

    Liu Zhongbao and the other eunuchs entered to assist him with his morning ablutions.

    ¡°Your Highness, His Majesty issued an edict to the rear palace today,¡± Liu Zhongbao said as he combed Prince Chen¡¯s hair. ¡°Consort Ning of Lanzhou Palace committed a grave offense, but in consideration of her bearing a prince, His Majesty stripped only her title, demoting her to Noble Lady Ning and relocating her to Qianyi Pavilion.¡±

    Qianyi Pavilion¡ªthe rear palace¡¯s unofficial cold palace.

    Prince Chen arched a brow. Did Mother act this swiftly?

    ¡°His Majesty also said that if Your Highness has any doubts, you may accompany this old servant to the Dragon Guard¡¯s dungeon.¡± Liu Zhongbao secured the jade crown in place and stepped back with a smile. ¡°There might be matters of interest to you.¡±

    He retrieved a thick stack of papers from his sleeve and presented it to Prince Chen. ¡°The contents have been reviewed by both His Majesty and Consort Su.¡±

    Prince Chen accepted it but didn¡¯t open it immediately. ¡°Why give this to me?¡±

    ¡°His Majesty said you¡¯ve grown up.¡± Liu Zhongbao smiled. ¡°The first duty of a father to a son seeking maturity is to conceal nothing.¡±

    Prince Chen unfolded the papers¡ªinside were densely packed reports from the Dragon Guard, generations of imperial secrets, intelligence on royal spies, and¡­

    He snapped the documents shut and inhaled sharply, lifting his gaze to Liu Zhongbao¡¯s ever-smiling face.

    This wasn¡¯t a father¡¯s honesty¡ªthis was forcing a sapling into a tree!

    Since when should an unwed prince be reading such things?!

 Chapter 51

    "Qianyi Pavilion, Qianyi Pavilion..."

    "Affection so shallow, intentions even colder¡ªHis Majesty has treated me with such cruelty." Concubine Zheng gazed despairingly at the tables and chairs in Qianyi Pavilion. Though the place had been cleaned, the musty scent of long neglect lingered in the air.

    "My Lady..." Bai Shao reached out to steady her.

    "Silence!" Concubine Zheng slapped her across the face, eyes bloodshot with fury. "How dare you call me ''Lady''? Are you trying to kill me? All of you¡ªyou all want me dead!"

    Her hands trembled as she sank into a chair. "Since I was a child, people like you have wanted me dead."

    Biting her nails, she recalled the events of her youth, her mind gradually calming.

    No panic. Not yet. It wasn¡¯t the worst.

    She still had Yanze.

    Yes, she still had Yanze.

    The successive demotions of the Prince of Qi County and his mother had stunned the court officials. Before they could even plead for leniency, Emperor Longfeng issued another decree¡ªstripping the Prince¡¯s maternal family of their titles and imprisoning all adult members.

    "Your Majesty." Sun Yichun, head of the Sun family, stepped forward under the scrutiny of the court. "Might I inquire what crime the Zheng family has committed?"

    "Plotting against the imperial bloodline." Emperor Longfeng¡¯s gaze fixed on Sun Yichun. "Lord Sun, are you pleading for the Zhengs?"

    Plotting against the imperial bloodline?

    The officials exchanged uneasy glances. What had the Emperor uncovered during the days he confined the princes to the palace?

    Many civil officials refused to believe it. The Fourth Prince had always excelled in both scholarship and martial arts, renowned for his benevolence and filial piety. How could he conspire with the Zhengs to harm his brothers?

    This had to be a frame-up by other princes¡ªor worse, the Emperor¡¯s deliberate suppression of the Fourth Prince.

    Sidelong glances were cast at Ming Jingzhou. For months, the Emperor had elevated the Ming family at every turn, clearly paving the way for the Fifth Prince.

    "Your Majesty." Ming Jingzhou stepped forward, seemingly oblivious to the stares. "With Your Majesty¡¯s permission, this humble official wishes to speak."

    "Proceed, Lord Ming." Emperor Longfeng nodded.

    "Though the Zheng family has committed grave offenses, they are the maternal family of the Fourth Prince. Matters involving the imperial bloodline are never trivial. I propose that officials from all six ministries jointly investigate this case to determine the truth and absolve the Fourth Prince of any guilt by association." Ming Jingzhou bowed deeply. "This would also ensure justice for the Zheng family."

    Emperor Longfeng nodded slowly. "A fair suggestion. Let it be as you say¡ªthe six ministries and the Court of Judicial Review shall handle this jointly."

    Unaware of the undercurrents, some officials were moved by Ming Jingzhou¡¯s words. The Ming family¡¯s integrity was beyond reproach¡ªeven as the future in-laws of the Fifth Prince, they defended the Fourth Prince¡¯s innocence.

    But the seasoned officials who sensed the truth wore subtle smiles.

    Ming Jingzhou wasn¡¯t pleading for the Fourth Prince. He was preserving the Emperor¡¯s impartial image, preempting any accusations of bias.

    No one suspected his motives were tied to the Fifth Prince, however. Rumors of the Fifth Prince¡¯s misadventures in the Ministry of Rites had already spread like wildfire.

    The privilege of having aided the Emperor¡¯s rise to power was undeniable¡ªanyone else would have faced wrath long ago.

    The day after Concubine Zheng was demoted, every consort of the fourth rank or higher gathered outside the gates of Bright Moon Palace at dawn, awaiting their audience with Consort Su.

    When Jiuzhu stepped out of her courtyard that morning, the sight of these meticulously adorned consorts startled her. None looked young, standing in perfect silence with lowered eyes.

    One noticed Jiuzhu and offered a strained, polite smile before resuming her submissive posture.

    Jiuzhu pressed herself against the wall and scurried into the main hall.

    Consort Su was breakfasting. Spotting Jiuzhu, she smiled warmly and beckoned. "Come, sit with me and have some porridge."

    Xiangjuan served Jiuzhu a bowl. "Try this, Young Miss. See if it suits your taste."

    "Thank you, Aunt Xiangjuan." Jiuzhu took a spoonful. "It¡¯s delicious."

    "Have another bowl if you like." Xiangjuan passed her side dishes. "If there¡¯s anything you crave, just say the word."

    Jiuzhu nodded, then hesitated. "My Lady, outside..."

    "They¡¯re here to pay respects," Xiangjuan explained lightly. "Don¡¯t trouble yourself with palace formalities¡ªthey¡¯d only give you a headache. After breakfast, I¡¯ll have someone escort you to Prince Chen¡¯s palace for amusement."

    Jiuzhu glanced at Consort Su, who sighed theatrically, rubbing her temples. "If you¡¯re curious, you may stay and listen..."

    "I¡¯d rather visit His Highness." Jiuzhu shivered and hastily finished her meal.

    Amused by her reaction, Consort Su stifled a laugh and summoned attendants to escort her out once she set down her chopsticks.

    "You," Consort Su chided Xiangjuan playfully, "why frighten her? She ate less than usual."

    "Don¡¯t blame me alone¡ªMy Lady was complicit!" Xiangjuan retorted as she helped Consort Su wash her hands. "You didn¡¯t want those consorts bothering the Young Miss, so I played the villain. And now I¡¯m the ungrateful one. Alas, no one pities poor Xiangjuan!"

    "My fault, my fault." Consort Su laughed. "Someone come massage Aunt Xiangjuan¡¯s legs¡ªlet her vent her grievances!"

    The younger maids erupted into giggles, filling the hall with lively chatter.

    Outside, the consorts remained frozen, not daring to lift their heads at the sounds of merriment.

    Fear gnawed at them¡ªfear of sharing Concubine Zheng¡¯s fate.

    For years, Consort Su¡¯s absolute favor had rendered them invisible. She never cared for their presence, seldom demanded obeisance, and most had grown lax in their visits, appearing only on the first and fifteenth days of the month.

    But two days ago, when Consort Su forced Concubine Zheng to kneel in Bright Moon Palace, and the next morning saw her stripped of rank and banished to the "cold palace," the illusion shattered.

    Their comfort had only ever been Consort Su¡¯s indifference.

    If she chose to crush them, a single word would suffice.

    After an eternity, the hall doors opened. Xiangjuan emerged and curtsied. "This servant greets the noble consorts. You may enter."

    Seated regally atop the dais, Consort Su surveyed the two neat rows of women with an arched brow. "Old faces from the old palace. No need for formalities¡ªsit."

    "Your Grace¡¯s kindness does not excuse our lack of decorum." Concubine Min stepped forward, leading the others in a flawless bow. "We pay our respects to Consort Su."

    "Rise." Consort Su gestured lazily. Her gaze drifted past Concubine Min. "Consort Xu, you¡¯re here as well? Has your health improved?"

    "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. This concubine has been doing well lately." Consort Xu, not yet fifty, already had streaks of white in her hair, and her voice carried little vitality.

    "How rare to see everyone gathered so completely today." Consort Su''s gaze swept across the assembled women. "By age, I ought to address most of you here as elder sisters."

    The concubines hurriedly demurred in unison.

    "Those seated here are all mothers to His Majesty¡¯s children." She glanced at the sparse gathering of women¡ªno new concubines had entered the palace in the decade since the Emperor¡¯s ascension. "We are all women and understand the hardships we endure. Over the years, I¡¯ve had no interest in tormenting others as some do."

    The concubines held their breath, not daring to respond.

    "Yet some matters need no explanation¡ªyou may already have guessed." Consort Su¡¯s eyes sharpened. "I care not who among you first overstepped, but from this day forth..."

    She paused, watching the women who refused to meet her gaze. "Live quietly. Do not follow in the footsteps of Concubine Zheng. Understood?"

    "We heed your instruction, Your Highness!" The concubines scarcely dared to breathe.

    "You are dismissed." Consort Su coolly lifted her teacup. "Should any of you thoughtlessly send something improper to my quarters again, you will spend your days copying sutras¡ªreflect, cultivate virtue, and atone."

    The concubines withdrew from Bright Moon Palace in uneasy silence. Consort Zhang sidled up to Concubine Min. "Concubine Min, what did Her Highness mean by those words?"

    "How should I know?" Concubine Min snapped. "Rather than pester me, question your precious daughter about the affairs of her son-in-law¡¯s family."

    Had it not been for the sudden madness of a servant from Princess Roude¡¯s husband¡¯s household¡ªwho attempted to assassinate Yun Yanze¡ªnone of this turmoil would have arisen.

    At the thought, she shot Consort Zhang a mocking smile. The fool still had the nerve to fret over trivialities.

    Consort Zhang¡¯s face paled, torn between fury and panic, but she dared not lash out at Concubine Min. Which lunatic had brought this disaster upon them?

    Now, no one had gained anything¡ªinstead, they¡¯d provoked Su Meidai¡¯s wrath.

    "Enough," Consort Xu interjected softly, coughing twice. "Her Highness is not one to punish without cause. So long as none of you violate palace regulations, why would she trouble you?"

    "Before the incident at the royal hunting grounds, had she ever given us reason to suffer?" Consort Xu¡¯s words dissolved into another fit of coughing, leaving her visibly pallid. sea??h th§× novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "True enough." Concubine Min¡¯s smile didn¡¯t reach her eyes. "Sister Xu, ever the wise elder, sees clearer than the rest of us. Though I wonder¡ªwhy join us today to pay respects to Consort Su?"

    "If you wish to flatter her, do so before her. Spare us the performance." With a derisive snort, Concubine Min boarded her palanquin and left without a backward glance.

    Consort Xu sighed, watching her go, then wearily settled into her own palanquin. She pulled her heavy cloak tightly around herself, seeking warmth.

    ***

    "Is His Highness reading?" Jiuzhu tiptoed into the inner courtyard of Prince Chen¡¯s residence, spotting him beneath a tree with a book. She motioned for the two attending ladies to wait. "Let¡¯s sit outside for now¡ªwe mustn¡¯t disturb him."

    Hunched over, she crept away, only speaking once certain they were out of earshot. "Sisters, has His Highness always been so diligent? It must be exhausting."

    "Indeed," one lady-in-waiting replied without hesitation. "Since childhood, His Highness has been studious. Sometimes he forgets to eat, so engrossed is he in his books."

    Buying the finest fighting cocks, the fiercest crickets, and vying to be the best *could* be considered ambition.

    And storybooks *were* books.

    Those of Bright Moon Palace never lied.

    Jiuzhu opened her mouth to reply when a feline shriek pierced the air¡ªa ghastly, infant-like wail. She glanced around. "Where¡¯s that cat?"

    The ladies, long accustomed to the palace¡¯s intrigues, recognized the unnatural cry at once. "Wait here, County Princess," they said smoothly. "We¡¯ll investigate."

    No sooner had they left than Prince Huai emerged from a side courtyard, clutching a bloodied tabby by the scruff.

 Chapter 52

    Prince Huai had a strong aversion to cats and dogs. When he spotted a cat with a broken leg crouching at the entrance of his courtyard as he stepped out, he instinctively lifted it by the scruff of its neck with two fingers, intending to toss it out of Zhangliu Palace.

    Then he noticed a young girl seated in the outer courtyard. Upon closer inspection, it was Yun Duqing¡¯s betrothed, County Mistress Ming, whose eyes were fixed intently on the cat in his hand.

    The injury on the cat¡¯s leg¡ªit had nothing to do with him!

    His fingers loosened, and the cat tumbled to the ground, limping away in panic before finally hiding behind the stone table where Jiuzhu sat.

    ¡°Your humble servant greets His Highness Prince Huai.¡± Jiuzhu, cautious not to step on the cat, rose slightly slower than usual.

    ¡°No need for formalities.¡± Prince Huai hesitated before adding, ¡°This prince has no idea where this cat came from. Does County Mistress Ming recognize it?¡±

    Jiuzhu shook her head and looked down at the trembling feline. The cat was plump and fluffy, its fur clean and glossy, though the ruff of fur around its neck was slightly askew¡ªlikely because its collar had fallen off.

    ¡°Your Highness, this cat seems terrified.¡± Jiuzhu bent down and tentatively stroked its head. When it didn¡¯t resist, she continued gently, coaxing it into letting its guard down before scooping it up and settling it on her lap.

    ¡°One leg is broken, and another is fractured.¡± Seeing the dried blood on its paws, Jiuzhu pursed her lips in displeasure¡ªthis was clearly man-made harm.

    While Prince Huai summoned a eunuch to fetch the imperial physician, he pondered whether insisting the cat¡¯s injuries had nothing to do with him would only make him sound suspicious.

    ¡°What time is it?¡± Startled by the cat¡¯s pained cries, Prince Chen stretched and asked his attendant, ¡°Has County Mistress Ming not arrived yet?¡±

    The eunuch shook his head.

    Prince Chen frowned. For the past two days, ¡°Little Pig Ming¡± had come to play with him right after breakfast. Why was she so late today? Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Setting his book aside, he strode toward the outer courtyard and found several maids and eunuchs from Zhangliu Palace crowded around Jiuzhu, some even reaching toward the cat on her lap.

    ¡°What are you doing?¡± He swiftly stepped behind Jiuzhu. ¡°Step back. Who allowed you to act so disrespectfully toward the County Mistress?¡±

    ¡°Your Highness?¡± Jiuzhu looked up at him, wide-eyed with innocence. ¡°Why have you come out?¡±

    ¡°I heard a cat and came to investigate.¡± Prince Chen would never admit he¡¯d come looking for her.

    ¡°This one?¡± Jiuzhu pointed at the cat on her lap.

    ¡°So fat¡ªis it a cat or a pig?¡± Only then did Prince Chen notice the round furball on her knees. He reached out to pat its head.

    ¡°Careful, Your Highness.¡± Jiuzhu caught his wrist. ¡°This cat is injured and seems wary of men. I don¡¯t want it to scratch you.¡±

    ¡°So it¡¯s a cat with a preference for women.¡± Prince Chen narrowed his eyes at the creature. Upon hearing it was hurt, he let it slide and sat beside Jiuzhu. ¡°Have you found out who owns it yet?¡±

    ¡°The maids have already sent someone to inquire.¡± Jiuzhu soothed the cat softly. ¡°Your Highness, the injuries¡­ they look deliberate.¡±

    Prince Chen¡¯s brow furrowed. Mimicking her gesture, he patted Jiuzhu¡¯s head and changed the subject. ¡°Once we find the owner, I¡¯ll accompany you to return it.¡±

    Whoever raised such a well-kept cat must cherish it dearly.

    A maid from Prince of Qi County¡¯s courtyard hurried out and sighed in relief upon spotting the cat in Jiuzhu¡¯s arms. She turned to a eunuch. ¡°Quick, inform the Princess Consort¡ªthe cat has been found.¡±

    ¡°The cat belongs to Fourth Sister-in-Law?¡± Prince Huai, anxious about being mistaken for the cat¡¯s tormentor, relaxed upon hearing the Princess Consort of Qi was searching for it.

    Since his younger brother¡¯s residence neighbored his own, perhaps the cat had simply wandered to his gate.

    ¡°Your Highness, the cat climbed into our courtyard last night. The Princess Consort suspected it was a pet belonging to another noble and asked us to watch over it until we could locate its owner today.¡± Noticing Prince Huai¡¯s odd expression, the maid asked, ¡°Your Highness, is there an issue with the cat?¡±

    She approached Jiuzhu, curtsied to Prince Chen and the County Mistress, then bent to pick up the cat¡ªonly to gasp at its injuries. ¡°How did it get hurt?¡±

    Without thinking, she turned to glare at Prince Huai.

    The other servants followed her gaze.

    ¡°Why are you all looking at me? I had nothing to do with this.¡± Prince Huai scowled. ¡°It was already at my gate this morning.¡±

    The attendants fell silent. Those who had served Prince Huai knew well of his dislike for furry creatures.

    Prince Huai: ¡°¡­¡±

    What was the meaning behind their stares?

    Arms crossed, Prince Chen watched the scene with amusement. Seizing a moment when the cat was distracted, he stealthily stroked its fluffy head.

    ¡°Your Highness.¡± Jiuzhu sighed. ¡°Cat scratches are painful.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s docile enough in your arms.¡± He coughed awkwardly and withdrew his hand.

    ¡°The physician is here!¡±

    The announcement rescued Prince Huai from his predicament. Torn between staying and leaving, he never imagined a mere cat could corner a prince like him.

    The imperial physician entered the courtyard. Assuming the cat belonged to Prince Chen and County Mistress Ming, he treated its injuries with extra care, applying the finest medicinal ointments.

    Though privately, he wondered¡ªneither the prince nor the County Mistress seemed the type to harm an animal. How had the cat ended up like this?

    After bandaging its legs, he reassured them, ¡°Your Highnesses need not worry. Cats heal quickly. With proper care, it will recover soon. Just avoid letting its wounds get wet, and provide it with finer meals for now.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Doctor.¡± Jiuzhu bowed slightly.

    ¡°You honor me, County Mistress.¡± The physician smiled. ¡°A healer¡¯s duty is compassion.¡±

    Even toward cats.

    ¡°Meow~¡± Uncomfortable with the bandages, the cat tried to chew at them.

    The physician promptly had a bamboo collar fitted around its neck to prevent it from biting its wounds.

    ¡°Utterly foolish.¡± Prince Chen mocked the cat mercilessly.

    ¡°It does look¡­ a bit silly.¡± Jiuzhu studied it before nodding. ¡°But silly can be endearing.¡±

    ¡°Indeed.¡± Seizing the chance while the cat couldn¡¯t retaliate, Prince Chen patted its head again. ¡°Silly¡ªyet endearing.¡± His gaze flicked to Jiuzhu.

    Jiuzhu: ¡°¡­¡±

    Why was he looking at her when the cat was the silly one?

    Behind the courtyard gate, Sun Caiyao watched Prince Chen and Ming Jiuzhu chatting with lowered heads but made no move to approach.

    ¡°Princess Consort, will you not go over?¡± a maid whispered.

    ¡°No need.¡± Sun Caiyao shook her head. ¡°With County Mistress Ming here, she¡¯ll ensure the cat finds its rightful owner.¡±

    The maid murmured, ¡°But you were the one who found the cat last night. Why let her take the credit?¡±

    ¡°What does it matter?¡± Sun Caiyao smiled faintly. ¡°It¡¯s just a cat.¡±

    She was merely puzzled. The cat had been perfectly fine when she found it last night, yet today it was injured. Had some audacious servant done this, or was it Prince Huai¡­

    ¡°Caiyao.¡± Yun Yanze walked up to Sun Caiyao and glanced at the people in the courtyard. ¡°What are you looking at?¡±

    ¡°Your Highness, you¡¯re awake?¡± Sun Caiyao reached out to support his arm. ¡°Nothing in particular. Your health hasn¡¯t fully recovered yet¡ªlet me accompany you back inside.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± Yun Yanze grasped Sun Caiyao¡¯s wrist and gently removed her hand from his arm. ¡°Let¡¯s go take a look.¡±

    ¡°Your Highness¡­¡± Sun Caiyao¡¯s gaze fell on Ming Jiuzhu, who was sitting by the stone table, and she didn¡¯t want Yun Yanze to approach her.

    ¡°Hmm?¡± Yun Yanze turned to her, his expression gentle yet slightly confused.

    ¡°It¡¯s nothing.¡± Sun Caiyao forced a smile and followed behind him.

    How could she possibly tell His Highness that she suspected Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s presence was ill-fated for him and that she wished he¡¯d stay away?

    Not only would His Highness never believe such a thing, even she herself felt like she was losing her mind.

    ¡°Your Highness, County Mistress, the owner of the cat has been found.¡± A female official from Bright Moon Palace strode into the courtyard. ¡°This servant just sent someone to inquire. A Dowager Consort from Jing''an Palace lost her cat last night and was so distressed this morning that she fell ill. After hearing the palace servants describe the cat¡¯s appearance, it seems this must be the one.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s wonderful news.¡± Jiuzhu handed the cat to a maid from Prince of Qi County¡¯s residence. ¡°Please deliver it to the Princess Consort and ask her to arrange for the cat to be returned to the Dowager Consort as soon as possible.¡±

    Sun Caiyao stepped forward and reached out to stroke the cat¡¯s head, only for it to let out a fierce growl: ¡°Mrowr!¡±

    She awkwardly withdrew her hand and smiled at Jiuzhu. ¡°Since you¡¯ve already tended to its wounds, it¡¯s grown attached to you. Would you mind taking on the task of returning it to the Dowager Consort?¡±

    The cat clearly disliked her presence, yowling repeatedly and frantically swiping its claws in her direction, heedless of its injured leg.

    Prince Chen grabbed the scruff of the cat¡¯s neck and tucked it into the crook of his arm. ¡°Little Pig Ming, let¡¯s go deliver this cat.¡±

    If the creature kept thrashing like this, its freshly set leg might snap again.

    Strangely, the previously ferocious kitten suddenly became docile in Prince Chen¡¯s embrace, even attempting to nuzzle against him¡ªthough the bamboo collar around its neck made it difficult.

    ¡°Your Highness, this cat seems to really like you,¡± Jiuzhu remarked, stroking its head soothingly.

    ¡°Naturally.¡± Prince Chen lifted his chin slightly. ¡°This prince¡¯s charm is boundless.¡±

    ¡°Mm-hmm.¡± Jiuzhu nodded. Someone as kind and celestial as His Highness was bound to be adored by animals.

    Prince Huai nearly gagged. One had the nerve to boast, the other the naivety to believe it.

    Yun Duqing, of all people, dared to claim boundless charm?

    Had he no shame?

    Had he trampled it underfoot?

    Once Yun Duqing and the Ming girl had left with their entourage of servants, Prince Huai turned to Sun Caiyao and sneered, ¡°I heard you kindly took this cat in last night, only for it to try biting you. Beasts will always be beasts¡ªthey don¡¯t know what¡¯s good for them. Wouldn¡¯t you agree?¡±

    ¡°Elder Brother, my wife is rather timid. Please don¡¯t jest like this¡ªshe might take it seriously.¡± Yun Yanze clasped Sun Caiyao¡¯s hand and gave Prince Huai a faint smile. ¡°I ask for your understanding.¡±

    Prince Huai scoffed. ¡°Oh, really?¡±

    ¡°Then tell me, who injured this cat?¡± He raised an eyebrow. ¡°Pity it can¡¯t speak. Some well-dressed beasts can get away with anything.¡±

    ¡°But in life¡­¡± Prince Huai pointed skyward. ¡°Heaven watches all. There will be retribution.¡±

    ¡°Elder Brother speaks wisely.¡± Yun Yanze¡¯s expression was inscrutable, a faint smile playing on his lips as he pressed a hand to the wound on his chest¡ªas if mocking Prince Huai. ¡°This younger brother also eagerly awaits such retribution.¡±

    Prince Huai: ¡°¡­¡±

    What was this posture, this look supposed to mean?

    First, the servants suspected him of abusing a cat.

    Now Yun Yanze seemed to imply he was behind the assassination attempt?

    Was this some kind of joke?!

 Chapter 53

    Leaving Zhangliu Palace, the further west they walked, the quieter it became. The wind howled through the palace corridors, its mournful whistle the only evidence of its passage.

    Holding a shivering cat beneath his sleeve, Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu. "Little Pig, are you cold?"

    Jiuzhu shook her head. "The cloak Her Majesty prepared for me is very warm. Your Highness, this place looks so desolate."

    When her aunt Xiangjuan had taken her around the palace, she had never brought her to this area.

    "The ones living here are the late emperor¡¯s consorts," Prince Chen slowed his steps. "Most held low ranks and bore no children. They entered the palace in their youth and barely caught the emperor¡¯s gaze in their lifetimes."

    He faintly remembered that when he was very young, a fifteen-year-old palace maid had died in a well just three days after being favored by the late emperor.

    "By ancestral law, these childless consorts should have been sent to a nunnery in Chong¡¯an Prefecture to pray for the late emperor until their deaths." Prince Chen pointed at the high wall separating the Dowager Consorts¡¯ quarters. "In truth, those without sons, favor, or family support would have lived worse than commoners in those nunneries."

    "Did the ones who sent them away not know this?" Jiuzhu tightened her grip on her cloak.

    "Even if they did, what could they do?" Prince Chen glanced down at the cat in his arms. "No one cared."

    "Then why are these dowager consorts still in the palace?" Jiuzhu asked curiously, feeling a surge of relief for them.

    "It was Her Majesty¡¯s decision to let them stay. To avoid criticism, she even had this high wall built to separate their quarters from the main palace." At this, Prince Chen let out a soft laugh. "Do you know why the court officials first started calling Her Majesty a ''seductive consort''?"

    Jiuzhu shook her head.

    "Because of this very act." His smile turned sardonic. "Some ministers claimed that keeping these dowager consorts defied ancestral law, and that Her Majesty was disrupting the palace by disregarding tradition."

    "But Her Majesty was helping them!"

    Chong¡¯an Prefecture was hundreds of miles from the capital. If these women were mistreated in the nunnery, no one would ever know.

    The ministers opposing Her Majesty saw only the rules of their ancestors, while she saw the women whose fates had never been theirs to decide.

    "Truthfully, the ancestral laws of the Yun imperial family never explicitly stated that consorts must be sent to nunneries after the emperor¡¯s passing." Prince Chen lifted his chin smugly. "Back then, I accompanied His Majesty and Her Majesty in scouring the Yun family¡¯s regulations three times over. In the end, those ministers had no choice but to grudgingly accept it¡ªand even praise His Majesty for his filial piety."

    The officials who lost the argument didn¡¯t dare criticize the emperor openly, so they simply muttered behind his back about Consort Su "bewitching the sovereign¡¯s heart."

    "Wow." Jiuzhu gazed at him in admiration. "Your Highness, Her Majesty, and His Majesty are all so incredible."

    "Then..." She glanced at the attendants following them, inched closer to Prince Chen, and whispered, "My family didn¡¯t argue with you, did they?"

    "Why do you think those officials ended up praising His Majesty¡¯s filial piety through gritted teeth?" Prince Chen chuckled, guessing her thoughts. "The three Ming lords played no small part in that."

    "Tell me, tell me!" Jiuzhu perked up upon learning her family had stood with them. "What did my father and uncles do?"

    "The three Ming lords compiled a list of officials renowned for their filial piety during the Daqing era, then singled out those praised for supporting their stepmothers." Prince Chen couldn¡¯t help but laugh. "Especially your second uncle¡ªhis silver tongue and sharp wit left the opposing ministers speechless. Some were nearly reduced to tears."

    "Second Uncle was that impressive?" Jiuzhu had heard from her mother that her second uncle was now the governor of Huaizhou. His letters home were always witty and warm. She couldn¡¯t quite picture this same uncle reducing court officials to tears.

    "We¡¯re here." Prince Chen pointed at a vermilion gate. "Beyond this door is Jing''an Palace, where the dowager consorts reside."

    "Your Highness, please wait here with the County Mistress." A young eunuch stepped forward to knock. Soon, an elderly eunuch answered, bowing nervously. "How may this humble servant assist you, young master?"

    "Esteemed elder, this lowly one serves at Zhangliu Palace and now attends Prince Chen. We heard that one of the dowager consorts lost her cat, and His Highness has come in person to return it."

    "Prince Chen?" The old eunuch stiffened at the name, then hurried forward. "Forgive this old fool for failing to greet Your Highness properly!"

    "No need for formalities." Jiuzhu gently motioned for him to rise. "Please take us to the dowager consort."

    "This is County Mistress Ming, daughter of Vice Minister Ming," the young eunuch whispered to avoid embarrassment. "And His Majesty¡¯s chosen betrothed for Prince Chen."

    "Daughter of Lord Ming..." The old eunuch murmured, studying Jiuzhu with clouded eyes. "Esteemed guests, please come in. This way."

    Beyond the red-lacquered gate lay a vast garden flanked by three palace halls. Silver-haired dowager consorts sat in small clusters¡ªsome chatting, others slowly stitching embroidery, pausing occasionally to listen to their companions.

    The younger-looking ones huddled around a table, debating calligraphy and paintings. When they noticed the newcomers, tension rippled through them.

    "Is it the Palace Administration?"

    "No, it doesn¡¯t look like them."

    "Are they here to... send us to Chong¡¯an?"

    "Don¡¯t frighten yourselves. Their attire suggests a prince and his..." The speaker trailed off. "Wait, why is her hair styled as an unmarried maiden¡¯s?"

    "Enough guessing. That prince is holding a cat. Didn¡¯t Sister Zhao lose hers? They must be here to return it."

    "The cat¡¯s been found?" One dowager consort sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. That Zhao woman cried all night¡ªI barely slept."

    "Hush, all of you. That prince looks familiar... could it be Prince Chen?" The embroidering dowager sounded uncertain. After so many years, the child she remembered had long since grown.

    "Prince Chen..."

    The chattering ceased. They all knew that without Consort Su, their peaceful lives would not exist.

    "These three halls are Jing''an Palace, Ningkang Palace, and Fushou Palace," Prince Chen explained quietly. "Jing''an houses several dowager consorts; the other two are for lower-ranking elder consorts."

    Jiuzhu noticed cloth tigers and rabbits hanging from the trees, their stitches uneven¡ªlikely due to failing eyesight.

    Yet the dowager consorts were clean and healthy, their cheeks rosy. Life here seemed kind.

    Rising on her toes, she curiously reached for a cloth tiger dangling from a branch.

    "Does the young lady like this?" An aged voice spoke up behind her.

    Jiuzhu withdrew her hand and turned to see an elderly woman addressing her. She curtsied slightly in greeting.

    "If you like it, take it with you," the old woman said as she stepped closer, her silver-streaked hair neatly arranged. "These are just little things I make to pass the time."

    "Thank you." Jiuzhu hesitated, but seeing the hopeful look in the woman''s eyes, she reached out and took the cat from Prince Chen''s arms. "Your Highness, could you help me take that down?"

    Prince Chen raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jiuzhu, whose head barely reached his chin, then stretched to pluck the small tiger ornament from its perch.

    "Meow." The kitten nestled in Jiuzhu''s arms let out a soft sound.

    "Oh, you little thing!" The old woman laughed upon seeing the cat. "I had people searching all night for you¡ªfinally found!"

    Hearing its owner¡¯s voice, the cat lazily flicked its tail and turned its head toward Consort Dowager Zhao.

    "So this is Your Ladyship¡¯s cat." Jiuzhu stroked the kitten¡¯s fluffy head before carefully returning it. "Its paw was injured, but the imperial physician has already treated it."

    A eunuch from Zhangliu Palace presented a packet of medicine. "This is the prescription¡ªapply it morning and evening."

    "Thank you, young lady, and Your Highness." Consort Dowager Zhao cradled the cat, pressing her cheek against its head. "You little troublemaker, didn¡¯t I tell you not to wander off? Now you¡¯re hurt¡ªdoesn¡¯t it hurt? Next time you dare run off, I¡¯ll leave you to fend for yourself!"

    Despite her scolding, her touch was gentle, careful not to aggravate the injury.

    "Young Master and Lady, you¡¯ve gone through such trouble returning this mischief-maker," she said gratefully. "Please, come inside for some tea and refreshments before you leave."

    Her tone carried a hint of pleading, as if fearing refusal. Jiuzhu glanced at Prince Chen, hesitating to accept immediately.

    "Then this prince shall impose." Prince Chen placed the small tiger ornament in Jiuzhu¡¯s palm, then awkwardly offered his arm to steady the elderly consort. "Let¡¯s go."

    Consort Dowager Zhao beamed at the young man¡¯s hand on her arm. "It¡¯s been so long since anyone other than eunuchs and maids has visited these old halls."

    As they stepped into the inner chamber, Jiuzhu caught a faint whiff of medicinal herbs.

    "Is someone unwell?" Prince Chen helped the consort sit before scanning the room. S§×arch* The n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "At our age, aches and sniffles are inevitable," she replied warmly. "Thankfully, Consort Su ensures the imperial physicians check on us old women every five days. We¡¯ve managed to stay in fair health."

    Just then, a matron in her forties or fifties entered with tea and sweets. She stole a glance at Prince Chen before bowing deeply and arranging the refreshments.

    "If I¡¯m not mistaken, Your Highness must be Consort Su¡¯s child¡ªYun Duqing?" The consort gestured to a plate of pastries. "These are quite good¡ªdo try one."

    "Thank you, Your Ladyship." Jiuzhu quickly picked up a pastry before Prince Chen could, broke it in half, and took a bite. She smiled approvingly. "Delicious."

    Only then did she hand the remaining half to the prince.

    Prince Chen ate it without comment¡ªneither exceptional nor unpleasant, but suited to an elder¡¯s palate.

    "Your Highness bears a blessed name," Consort Dowager Zhao murmured, stroking the now-dozing kitten.

    Jiuzhu watched them, nibbling her pastry with a quiet laugh.

    "What¡¯s amusing?" Prince Chen tilted his head.

    "I just think¡­ Your Highness and Her Majesty are remarkable." Her crescent-moon eyes sparkled.

    How could the world hold people so wonderfully kind?

    Prince Chen smirked. "Hmm. On that point, your judgment is impeccable."

    "Your Highness, I¡¯ll be returning home tomorrow," Jiuzhu said, her smile fading slightly. "My mother wrote that the 28th of the month is an auspicious day¡ªUncle has arranged for matchmakers to visit the Zhou family for Brother Fuli¡¯s betrothal."

    "Then after New Year¡¯s Eve, I¡¯ll have Mother summon you back."

    Consort Dowager Zhao watched the two young heads nearly touching and smiled tenderly.

 Chapter 54

    After finishing a cup of tea, the kitten had already fallen into a deep slumber. Prince Chen spoke up: "Consort Dowager Zhao, it''s getting late. We should take our leave."

    "So soon?" A trace of regret flashed across Consort Dowager Zhao''s face as she placed the sleeping kitten on a soft cushion and called for a maid. "Is there any more of the pastries we had earlier in the kitchen? The young lady enjoyed them. Pack some in a box for her to take home."

    Then, she turned to Jiuzhu: "Wait a moment. I have a few cloth tigers I sewed myself in my room. Let me fetch them for you."

    Jiuzhu hesitated for a second before smiling and nodding. "Thank you, Consort Dowager."

    Soon, Consort Dowager Zhao emerged from her chambers carrying a wooden box stuffed full of handmade cloth tigers.

    Accepting the box, Jiuzhu bowed in gratitude. "Thank you, Consort Dowager."

    "These little trinkets aren¡¯t worth such thanks." The elderly consort stroked the box with a wistful smile. "If my child had lived, his daughter would be about your age now."

    Jiuzhu didn¡¯t dare ask how her child had passed.

    As she stepped out of Jing¡¯an Palace, cradling the box of pastries and toys, Consort Dowager Zhao accompanied her and Prince Chen all the way to the courtyard before finally stopping.

    Standing on the vermilion-lacquered steps, Jiuzhu turned to glance back at the spacious courtyard and the elderly consorts who, though clearly curious about her and the prince, dared not approach. A nameless melancholy settled in her heart.

    As the red gates closed behind them, Jiuzhu walked down the long palace corridor, holding the box, and asked Prince Chen: "Your Highness, did that consort dowager ever have a child?"

    "Perhaps once." He was too young at the time to remember clearly. "The Previous Emperor had many wives and concubines, and even more princes and princesses. Some didn¡¯t survive infancy."

    Noticing her subdued mood, he assumed she didn¡¯t want to leave him and said, "Don¡¯t be upset. Once your uncle sends the marriage proposal to the Zhou family, I¡¯ll have my mother summon you back."

    Jiuzhu nearly reminded him that entering the palace couldn¡¯t be called "returning"¡ªVice Minister Ming¡¯s residence was her home. But seeing how reluctant he was to part with her, she swallowed her words. Instead, she tiptoed and whispered in his ear: "Your Highness, I just thought of something that might be¡­ a little treasonous."

    "What?"

    Prince Chen didn¡¯t believe for a second that someone as timid as her could conceive anything truly rebellious.

    "What if, during the Previous Emperor¡¯s reign, he had taken fewer concubines? Wouldn¡¯t that have spared so many women from suffering?" She clutched the box tighter. "It¡¯s just a thought¡ªplease don¡¯t tell anyone."

    Otherwise, she¡¯d be finished.

    "If you¡¯re afraid I¡¯ll tell, why mention it to me at all?" He smirked.

    "Your Highness isn¡¯t ¡®anyone.¡¯ I can trust you." Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "But if you do tell, I¡¯ll deny it. After all, no one else can prove I said it."

    "Ha! You¡¯ve got quite the imagination." Laughing, Prince Chen poked her cheek playfully, making her dodge and giggle.

    "Little Pig Ming, don¡¯t worry." Blushing slightly, he tucked his hands behind his back and mumbled awkwardly, "I¡¯m not like them."

    Jiuzhu blinked up at him in silence.

    Assuming she understood his meaning, he stiffened his expression. "That¡¯s all there is to it. Don¡¯t overthink it once you¡¯re home. A month¡­ will pass quickly."

    Since she liked sticking close, he¡¯d let her.

    After all¡­ she was his future wife.

    "Your Highness, you¡¯re blushing!"

    "It¡¯s just this heavy cloak. Too warm."

    "You look even more handsome when you blush."

    "Little Pig Ming, stop talking."

    "¡­"

    "Fine, say whatever you want. Here, let me carry the box for you."

    ---

    At dawn, before the mist had lifted, Sun Caiyao sat in the courtyard, waiting. Even as the sun pierced through the haze and climbed high, there was no sign of County Mistress Ming arriving at Zhangliu Palace.

    "Has County Mistress Ming not come today?" The unusual quiet made her almost miss the liveliness Jiuzhu brought.

    "Princess Consort, County Mistress Ming left the palace early this morning," a maid replied. "I heard from Xiao Liu in Prince Chen¡¯s courtyard that she won¡¯t return until the New Year¡¯s Eve banquet."

    *Return?*

    Sun Caiyao froze at the word, staring blankly at the maid. Had the servants already begun treating Jiuzhu as Prince Chen¡¯s official consort?

    With a sigh, she lowered her gaze. "Without County Mistress Ming, Zhangliu Palace feels too desolate."

    "Indeed! Many of the maids were disappointed to hear she¡¯d gone home," the maid chimed in cheerfully. "They¡¯d even prepared strings to teach her cat¡¯s cradle."

    "Cat¡¯s cradle?"

    "Yes." The maid nodded. "When County Mistress Ming heard us mention it the other day, she seemed curious. So we asked the Palace Administration for soft, pretty strings that wouldn¡¯t hurt her hands."

    That a casual remark from Jiuzhu prompted such effort¡ªwas it genuine affection, or calculated flattery toward the future princess consort?

    Perhaps the entire rear palace was vying for her favor. Even the reclusive consort dowagers in the western quarters had gifted her a chest of treasures after her visit.

    Human hearts were nothing if not pragmatic mirrors.

    Sun Caiyao raised a hand to cut off the maid¡¯s chatter and retreated to her quarters. Pausing at the door, she turned and headed for Yun Yanze¡¯s main chamber instead.

    Finding no attendants outside, she lifted the curtain and entered. "Your Highness¡ª"

    Yun Yanze, halfway through changing, quickly draped his robe over his left side and turned.

    For a fleeting moment, his gaze seemed icy. But when she looked again, only warmth lingered at the corners of his eyes¡ªhad she imagined it?

    "Caiyao, what brings you here?" He slipped his left arm into the sleeve, avoiding her stare.

    She stepped forward to help him with the right sleeve. "Why are you dressing alone?"

    "My injuries¡­ I¡¯d rather the servants not see them." He shrugged on his outer robe. "You¡¯ve been cooped up here with me. It must be dull."

    "Never, as long as I¡¯m with you." She shook her head, adjusting his belt, when she noticed a scratch near his jawline. Her fingers brushed it lightly. "Your Highness, how did you get this?"

    "Where?" Yun Yanze touched the spot, then studied his reflection. "Must¡¯ve scratched myself in my sleep."

    With a sigh, she fetched a jar of ointment. "You must take better care of yourself."

    "I will." He smiled gently as she applied the salve. In the bronze mirror, his handsome features¡ªsharp brows, starry eyes, refined elegance¡ªglistened like flawless jade.

    The perfect gentleman.

    Jiuzhu stepped down from the carriage and noticed several other carriages parked at the entrance. She turned to the gatekeeper with a puzzled expression, "Are there guests at home today?"

    "Young Miss, you''re back?" The gatekeeper brightened at the sight of her and whispered discreetly, "Several officials from the Ministry of Revenue came to see the master today. They arrived in haste and looked grave¡ªsomething significant must have happened."

    Something significant?

    During her days in the palace, aside from the demotion of Prince of Qi County''s birth mother, nothing else seemed particularly noteworthy.

    As she entered the courtyard, Chunfen, who had been waiting for her, hurried forward: "This servant greets the Young Miss."

    "Sister Chunfen, since when did you start teasing me with such formalities?" Jiuzhu linked arms with her, laughing. "Please, spare me¡ªthis makes me terribly uncomfortable."

    Chunfen chuckled at her reaction. "Very well, Young Miss. Madam is waiting for you in the courtyard. Come with me."

    "The gatekeeper mentioned officials from the Ministry of Revenue came to see Father. What happened?"

    "Who else could it be for?" Chunfen lowered her voice. "It¡¯s about Prince of Qi County, of course."

    Jiuzhu paused mid-step and glanced at Chunfen.

    "The Zheng Family has committed grave crimes and been imprisoned. On top of that, Consort Ning in the palace was confined to the cold palace. These officials are worried Prince of Qi County might be implicated and came to seek the master¡¯s counsel." Chunfen shook her head. "This servant doesn¡¯t understand court affairs, but it seems these civil officials are scrambling to find a way to protect Prince of Qi County."

    Jiuzhu fell silent and made her way to the main courtyard where her parents resided. There, she was promptly served a large bowl of nourishing soup by her doting mother, Lady Shen.

    "Your father will come see you shortly¡ªhe¡¯s with guests now." Lady Shen examined her daughter from head to toe, noting her new attire and healthy complexion before relaxing.

    Jiuzhu dismissed all the servants in the room, then nervously fiddled with her skirt. "Mother¡­ will Father help Prince of Qi County and the Zheng Family?" S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Court matters are beyond my understanding," Lady Shen replied gently. "But your father is a man of strong principles. He won¡¯t make decisions just because others ask him to."

    "Mother," Jiuzhu looked up, her voice firm. "I don¡¯t want Father to help Prince of Qi County¡ªor the Zheng Family."

    This was the first time her daughter had made such a request concerning court affairs. After a brief pause, Lady Shen nodded without questioning her reasons. "Very well. Wait here¡ªI¡¯ll go remind your father."

    Before long, Lady Shen returned, followed by Ming Jingzhou.

    "Don¡¯t worry, my dear," Ming Jingzhou reassured his daughter, noticing her unease. "Your father never intended to plead for the Zheng Family. They¡¯ve made countless foolish decisions over the years¡ªthis downfall is well-deserved."

    "His Majesty is a wise ruler. If he has thrown the Zheng Family into prison, they must have committed unforgivable crimes." He sat beside her. "Besides, if my precious daughter doesn¡¯t want me to help them, then I certainly won¡¯t."

    "There¡¯s something I¡¯ve kept from you both," Jiuzhu confessed, her head bowed in shame before her loving parents. "Eight years ago, I did meet the Imperial Consort and Prince Chen¡­ but not in Lingzhou City. It was by Huaxi River outside the city."

    Ming Jingzhou¡¯s years in governance sharpened his instincts¡ªhe knew this carried hidden significance. His smile faded. "Jiuzhu, what happened to you that day?"

    "The Zheng Family tried to kill me." Jiuzhu recalled the events in fragments. "That day, I was wearing the silver hairpin Master gave me, going down the mountain to buy fish. On the way, I overheard someone talking about a ''chef'' and something ''tasteless and odorless.''"

    "They saw me." Her hands clenched, then loosened. "The man whose chin I slashed with the hairpin said I knew too much and couldn¡¯t be left alive."

    The river that day was bitterly cold. Water flooded her nose and ears as she drifted, conscious and hopeless, waiting for death.

    "His Highness saved me." At these words, Jiuzhu finally lifted her head, as if sunlight had broken through after a storm. "And he gave me candy."

 Chapter 55

    "Miss Chunfen, wait¡ªdon''t go in yet." The maid stationed outside the door saw Chunfen carrying a tray, seemingly about to enter, and hurriedly reached out to stop her. "The master, mistress, and young mistress are inside talking. No one is allowed in."

    No sooner had she spoken than the sound of shattered porcelain echoed from within the room. Chunfen and the young maid paled slightly, taking a few steps back.

    The master and mistress were known for their gentle dispositions and rarely lost their temper. The last time they had been this furious was many years ago, when the Ming Family of Lingzhou had tried to pass off another girl as their young mistress.

    A long while later, the door finally opened from within.

    The master, clad in dark blue robes, wore an eerily calm expression¡ªso calm it was unsettling. Adjusting his sleeves, he spoke in a detached tone, "Chunfen, I accidentally broke a tea set earlier. Have someone tidy up the room."

    "Understood, Master." Chunfen stepped inside and noticed the mistress''s reddened eyes. A pang of worry struck her¡ªhad the young mistress suffered some grievance in the palace?

    She and the other maids bent to collect the shards.

    "Miss Chunfen, be careful with your hands." Jiuzhu, noticing Chunfen''s distraction, softly reminded her, "These shards are sharp."

    "Young Mistress, don¡¯t worry. I¡¯m used to this kind of work." Chunfen looked up at Jiuzhu and saw no trace of sorrow on her face. Reassured, she focused on cleaning the room thoroughly.

    As she stepped outside, she caught sight of the young mistress leaning against the mistress, coaxing her with playful affection¡ªa sight that eased Chunfen¡¯s lingering worries. No matter how upset the master and mistress might be, having the young mistress by their side surely brought them comfort. S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Over the years, the mistress had often found herself drawn to buying trinkets and fabrics fit for a young girl. Whenever she spotted brightly colored cloth, she would murmur about how lovely it would look as a dress¡ªonly to fall silent afterward.

    "Miss Chunfen, what happened inside just now?" a curious maid whispered.

    "Nothing much," Chunfen replied, schooling her expression. "The master merely dropped a teacup by accident. Don¡¯t linger here¡ªgo attend to your duties."

    "Oh, Miss Chunfen! I heard the young mistress brought gifts back from the palace for all of us! You¡¯ll distribute them, won¡¯t you?"

    Amid the maids¡¯ cheerful chatter, Chunfen shook her head with a helpless smile. Most people brought gifts for their families when traveling far, but their young mistress never forgot anyone, even when entering the palace.

    Most of these gifts were likely from Consort Su.

    Thinking of the young mistress¡¯s interactions with Prince Chen, Chunfen¡¯s smile deepened.

    As long as the young mistress and His Highness remained on good terms, nothing else mattered.

    "Miss Chunfen!" A young palace maid hurried in, clutching a box. "Sister, a eunuch from the palace just arrived in haste. He said these are items the young mistress is accustomed to using in the palace. Consort Su was concerned that the ones prepared at home might not suit her preferences, so she insisted on sending this over."

    Opening the wooden box, Chunfen found it filled with hand balm¡ªa common luxury among noble young ladies to protect their delicate hands from the harsh winter winds.

    She chuckled to herself. The consort was practically treating their young mistress as her own daughter.

    *****

    "Has the hand balm been delivered to the Ming Family?" Prince Chen asked the attendant behind him.

    "Rest assured, Your Highness. This humble servant personally handed it to a maid of the Ming household and made it clear it was a gift from Consort Su to County Mistress Ming." The eunuch bowed obsequiously. "How could I dare neglect Your Highness¡¯s orders?"

    "Good." Prince Chen nodded. A young lady¡¯s hands were delicate¡ªsuch ointments would keep them from chapping.

    "Your Highness, why did you say it was from Consort Su?" The eunuch ventured closer. "Wouldn¡¯t that mean the County Mistress won¡¯t realize it¡¯s your thoughtfulness?"

    "Such a trivial thing hardly counts as ''thoughtfulness.''" Prince Chen scoffed. "Enough nonsense. What matters is that it serves its purpose."

    "Your Highness." A blue-robed eunuch approached and bowed.

    "What is it?" Prince Chen recognized him as a servant from Taiyang Palace.

    "Eunuch Liu sent this servant to escort Your Highness to a certain place."

    "I understand." After a brief pause, Prince Chen rose and followed Liu Zhongbao to the imperial dungeons under the surveillance of the Imperial Guards.

    "Your Highness, these two are the runaway slaves from the Zheng Family." Liu Zhongbao pointed his horsetail whisk at the cowering figures in the cell. "They were also involved in the plot to assassinate you and Consort Su."

    Prince Chen¡¯s gaze fixed on the scar beneath one man¡¯s chin, his expression darkening. "I¡¯ve seen him before. He was a steward of the Zheng Family."

    Back then, Jiuzhu had reacted oddly upon seeing this man, so he¡¯d ordered him to stand aside.

    An Imperial Guard handed over the scarred man¡¯s confession. Prince Chen skimmed through it, his brow furrowing when he reached the passage detailing the murder of a young girl.

    After a long silence, he folded the document. "Where are the Zheng Family members held?"

    "Your Highness, please follow this servant." Liu Zhongbao led him deeper into the dungeons.

    The further they went, the quieter it became. The prisoners sat docilely, none daring to make noise¡ªsome even knelt wordlessly as Prince Chen passed.

    "Your Highness, here we are." Liu Zhongbao halted before two cells. "His Majesty, in his benevolence, has arranged for the men and women to be held separately."

    "Prince Chen!" Zheng Zhen scrambled from her cot and rushed to the bars. "Your Highness, we¡¯ve been wronged! Please, release us¡ª"

    Before she could finish, Madame Zheng clamped a hand over her daughter¡¯s mouth and dragged her to her knees. "Your Highness, my daughter is foolish and has offended you. I beg your forgiveness."

    Prince Chen spared the mother and daughter only a glance before turning to the cell holding the Zheng men. "Where¡¯s that brat from the Zheng Family?"

    "The elderly and children of the Zheng Family are temporarily detained at their estate under the watch of the Imperial Guards," Liu Zhongbao explained. "The dungeons are too harsh for them."

    Prince Chen gave a curt nod. Standing in the corridor, he studied the Zheng men through the bars.

    One young man in ragged prison garb, his hair filthy and unkempt, shrank into a corner at the sight of him. Prince Chen recalled his name. "Zheng Wangnan?"

    Zheng Wangnan trembled before crawling to the bars and kowtowing. "Your Highness, my father is gravely ill. I beg you to send a physician with medicine."

    Master Zheng, who had already been ailing, had taken a turn for the worse since the family¡¯s imprisonment.

    Prince Chen glanced at the motionless figure on the stone bed and smirked. "They say the sick are light sleepers. I¡¯ve been standing here for some time, yet Master Zheng hasn¡¯t stirred. Is he dead¡ªor simply unwilling to speak to me?"

    Zheng Wangnan¡¯s face drained of color. "Your Highness, my father is too ill to rise. I beg your mercy."

    "Oh?" Prince Chen raised an eyebrow. "Since the illness is this severe, I suppose it¡¯s beyond cure. Given the Zheng Family¡¯s grave crimes, there¡¯s no need to waste medicine on someone already destined to die."

    The Zheng Family glared at Prince Chen with resentment but dared not retort.

    *Cough, cough, cough.*

    At the height of the tension, Master Zheng, who had been lying motionless on the stone bed, suddenly stirred. He hacked violently, his throat tearing with each cough, as he struggled to rise.

    "Such vigorous coughing¡ªclearly not that ill." Prince Chen watched him writhe on the bed, failing to get up, then turned to Liu Zhongbao. "There¡¯s a saying: *The wicked live a thousand years.* Judging by Master Zheng¡¯s condition, he doesn¡¯t need a physician or medicine. A few days in the imperial prison might just cure him."

    The Zheng Family nearly wept at these words. What kind of twisted logic was this? Only a madman would say such things!

    After much squirming, Master Zheng finally tumbled off the bed. He curled his limbs awkwardly, barely managing a full prostration. "This guilty subject pays respects to Your Highness, Prince Chen."

    "Eunuch Liu, am I some kind of miracle cure?" Prince Chen clicked his tongue. "Look¡ªjust by standing here a moment, Master Zheng, who couldn¡¯t move earlier, is now kowtowing to me."

    Liu Zhongbao smiled obsequiously. "Your Highness speaks wisely."

    Prince Chen clapped twice, his grin vanishing. "Now that you¡¯re awake, let¡¯s discuss why your family sent assassins after me and Consort Su all those years ago. Who gave the Zheng Family the audacity to plot against the imperial bloodline?"

    "Your Highness," Master Zheng rasped weakly, "this guilty subject truly doesn¡¯t know who ordered that treacherous servant to commit such an atrocity. It was all his slander! I suspect this is precisely what the true mastermind intended¡ªto frame us."

    "So you¡¯re saying," Prince Chen scoffed, as if hearing a joke, "that the real culprit went to such lengths, weaving such an elaborate scheme, just to spite the Zheng Family? What lofty status does your family hold to warrant such effort?"

    "Crushing your family wouldn¡¯t require this much trouble." He tilted his chin up. "Locked in prison, yet still this delusional?"

    The humiliated Zheng Family: *"¡­"*

    Truly, if they weren¡¯t behind bars, if he weren¡¯t an imperial prince¡ªthey¡¯d drag him into a mud pit and stomp him into the dirt.

    How could anyone be this infuriating, this insufferably arrogant?

    "I advise you to confess honestly." Prince Chen sighed, suddenly the picture of reason. "You know my temper. If you cooperate, perhaps I¡¯ll spare you some dignity out of appreciation for your honesty."

    "But if you annoy me¡­" He pointed a lazy finger at their heads. "People *die*."

    "Your Highness, this guilty subject truly doesn¡¯t¡ª"

    "Guards." Prince Chen lifted a hand. "Take Zheng Wangnan to the castration chamber. Find a skilled old eunuch to *relieve* him of his troubles."

    "Your Highness!" Madame Zheng clung to the prison bars, frantic. "Wangnan knows nothing! I beg Your Highness, spare him!"

    "You¡¯re pleading with me?" Prince Chen chuckled, shaking his head. "Pity my mood is foul today. Pleas won¡¯t help."

    "Prince Chen, you cannot abuse private punishment!" Zheng Zhen blurted in desperation. "This empire belongs to His Majesty, not to your tyranny, Yun Duxing!"

    The moment the words left her lips, Zheng Zhen regretted them. The prison fell deathly silent.

    Footsteps echoed behind her. She whipped her head toward the corridor, where a man in light brocade robes and a white fox-fur cloak approached.

    Closer, closer¡ª

    When she saw his face, her heart leaped. "Prince Qi!"

    "Miss Zheng," Liu Zhongbao corrected mildly, "this is *Prince Qi of the County*. Do not address him incorrectly."

 Chapter 56

    Prince Chen turned to look at the newcomer with a faint, mocking smile. "Fourth Brother."

    "Fifth Brother." Yun Yanze stepped from the shadows into the candlelight. He did not glance at the Zheng family imprisoned in the cell but instead nodded slightly to Liu Zhongbao before addressing Prince Chen. "What brings you here, Fifth Brother?"

    "That¡¯s the question I should be asking you." Prince Chen eyed Yun Yanze, whose snow-white robes stood starkly against the grim backdrop of the imperial prison. "Shouldn¡¯t you be recuperating in Zhangliu Palace instead of coming to a place like this?"

    Yun Yanze slowly turned his gaze toward the Zheng family behind bars. "Rest assured, Fifth Brother, I¡¯m not here to plead for my uncle and aunt¡¯s innocence. I merely came to see them. Don¡¯t overthink it."

    "I¡¯m not thinking anything." Prince Chen crossed his arms. "Now that you¡¯ve seen them, you should leave."

    "Your Highness," Zheng Zhen spoke up, her voice trembling. "We¡¯ve been wrongfully accused. Please, find a way to save us."

    "Cousin," Yun Yanze replied gently, "His Majesty rules with the people¡¯s welfare at heart, and the ministers administer justice impartially. They will surely restore your innocence." He looked at the Zheng family. "If there¡¯s anything you need, let me know. I¡¯ll have it delivered."

    Madame Zheng let out a bitter laugh. Of course, the prison lacked everything¡ªbut even if His Highness sent supplies, they wouldn¡¯t be able to keep them. What they truly needed was not food or drink but freedom.

    "Aunt," Yun Yanze said apologetically, "Forgive my inability to clear your names immediately. Now that¡­ now that Mother has been demoted to a low-ranking consort, I am confined to the palace and can do little. But you need not worry about one thing¡ªyour youngest son is being held in a separate residence. I¡¯ll ensure he¡¯s well cared for."

    His smile was as warm as jade through the prison bars. "I believe in your innocence. Cooperate fully with the investigation, and don¡¯t fret over your son. I¡¯ll handle everything."

    Madame Zheng¡¯s grip on the bars tightened, then loosened, then tightened again. "If Your Highness is watching over him, I am at ease."

    "I¡¯m glad you understand." Yun Yanze turned to Liu Zhongbao. "Eunuch Liu, might I send some clothing for my uncle and aunt?"

    "Your Highness may prepare a list of items," Liu Zhongbao replied courteously. "This old servant will see to their delivery. Your kindness is evident, but the imperial prison has its own rules. I beg Your Highness not to make things difficult for this lowly one."

    "Thank you, Eunuch Liu." Yun Yanze paused, glancing once more at the Zheng family. "Then I shan¡¯t disturb Fifth Brother and you any longer. Farewell."

    With that, Yun Yanze left as swiftly as he had come¡ªleaving nothing behind, asking no questions, as if his visit had truly been nothing more than familial concern.

    Prince Chen smirked derisively and motioned to the imperial guards at his side. "Don¡¯t just stand there. Take Zheng Wangnan to the castration chamber."

    "I¡¯ll confess! I¡¯ll confess!" Tears streamed down Madame Zheng¡¯s cheeks as she choked out her words. "My husband and the old madam knew nothing of this. I acted alone."

    Master Zheng, sprawled on the ground, gaped at her in shock. "Wife, why would you do such a thing? It¡¯s a capital offense!"

    "All of this is my fault." Madame Zheng covered her face, weeping. "It¡¯s all my fault."

    "Mother¡­ how?" Zheng Zhen had believed their family had been framed by a treacherous consort. Had it truly been her own mother¡¯s doing?

    "Over twenty years ago, this guilty woman met the Imperial Consort at a teahouse in the capital. The Consort was breathtakingly beautiful, and envy took root in my heart. After she entered the prince¡¯s mansion, I visited as a guest and saw how much more His Majesty favored her over my younger sister. My resentment grew. When His Majesty ascended the throne and I learned the Consort would accompany him on his southern tour, I¡­ I plotted against her."

    "I know my crimes are unforgivable. I seek no mercy from the Consort or His Highness. I only beg that the innocent be spared." Madame Zheng kowtowed repeatedly to Prince Chen. "I willingly submit to death by a thousand cuts to atone for my sins."

    "So, out of jealousy, a young noblewoman sent assassins to murder an imperial favorite and her son?" Prince Chen laughed coldly. "A fine tale¡ªbut I don¡¯t believe it."

    "Your Highness!" Madame Zheng stared at him in disbelief. "I swear it was my doing!"

    "Before coming here, I took the liberty of reviewing your family records." Prince Chen shook his head. "You have two elder brothers and a younger sister, do you not? I hear your brothers already have grandchildren¡ªadorable, fair-skinned little things."

    "Under the law, if the Zheng family disowns you, their lives may yet be spared. But your brothers and sister? Entire clans will be imprisoned, their descendants enslaved. Tell me, Madame Zheng¡ªdo you feel no regret?"

    Kneeling on the ground, Madame Zheng sobbed, her shoulders trembling. Yet after a long silence, not a word of remorse passed her lips. Prince Chen glanced at Master Zheng, cowering in silence, and Zheng Wangnan, too terrified to speak. Disgusted, he finally spoke.

    "Lock Madame Zheng in solitary confinement. If she dies suddenly, it will be proof the Zheng family silenced her to shift blame. If she lives, proceed according to the law¡ªchildren under nine and elders over eighty may be exempted." He turned to leave, tossing a final order over his shoulder. "And bring that spoiled brat of theirs in. Let him share a cell with¡­ Madame Zheng."

    Stepping out of the prison, Prince Chen exhaled deeply and lifted his face to the sun. "My apologies for taking up so much of your time, Eunuch Liu. You may go." S§×arch* The nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "This old servant takes his leave." Liu Zhongbao bowed and returned straight to Taiyang Palace, where he recounted every detail to Emperor Longfeng.

    "That boy has never been one to suffer losses quietly," the Emperor chuckled. "Even as a child, if he overheard guards at the old mansion speaking ill of me, he¡¯d charge at them¡ªa scrawny seven-year-old¡ªand come back bruised and grinning, bragging about how he¡¯d torn out a handful of their hair."

    "This old servant remembers¡ªthe little prince¡¯s forehead was swollen, his trousers torn." Liu Zhongbao smiled. "At dinner, he ate half of Your Majesty¡¯s portion."

    In those days, when they were confined to the old mansion, life had been harsh¡ªeven rice was rationed. The young prince, always hungry and full of energy, had relied on the sweet potatoes Imperial Consort Mei Dai planted in the courtyard. On nights when hunger gnawed too sharply, they¡¯d dig one up, peel it, and chew quietly before sleep.

    The Emperor¡¯s expression softened at the memory. Who could have guessed that the weeping girl his father had forced into his household would become his steadfast companion through decades of trials?

    His birth mother had been lowborn; every woman in his mansion had been chosen for him by others. Only Mei Dai¡ªsent to him in tears, with nowhere else to go¡ªhad stayed because he allowed it. And she had remained, through all these years.

    "The New Year is approaching," Emperor Longfeng gazed at the vibrant red plum blossoms outside the window. "Go pick a few of the finest branches¡ªI''ll take them to Bright Moon Palace."

    "At once, Your Majesty." Liu Zhongbao hurried to the plum tree and began selecting the best blooms.

    On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Jiuzhu perched atop the wall separating her home from her uncle''s residence, waiting for her sixth brother, Ming Cunfu, to return from his marriage proposal.

    After what felt like an eternity, footsteps finally echoed in the courtyard. The moment she saw Ming Cunfu stride in, beaming with joy, she knew the proposal had been successful.

    "Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother!" Jiuzhu waved excitedly from the wall. "Congratulations on getting your wish!"

    "Young Master, you¡¯re finally back," Chunfen said to Ming Cunfu with an exasperated smile. "The young mistress refused to go anywhere else¡ªshe¡¯s been waiting here for a full hour."

    "Thank you for your concern, little sister." Ming Cunfu pulled a embroidered pouch from his sleeve and passed it over the wall to Jiuzhu. "Take this money and buy yourself some rouge."

    "Thank you, Sixth Brother!" Jiuzhu accepted it gleefully. Waiting here for him had clearly been the right decision.

    The "auspicious gift" from her brother, the New Year¡¯s money from the elders, and the holiday stipend from the palace for her as a County Princess¡ªall combined, she now had enough funds to take care of His Highness when she returned to the palace.

    Pocketing the money, Jiuzhu promptly climbed down from the wall and skipped away without a second glance.

    Ming Cunfu watched his sister¡¯s merciless retreat and wondered if her long wait had been solely to extract silver from him.

    No¡ªhow could he think such a thing about his sweet, innocent little sister?

    He was failing as an elder brother.

    "Ten taels!" Jiuzhu opened the pouch and laughed in delight. "Sixth Brother is unusually generous today!"

    She carefully placed the silver into her wooden chest and counted its contents repeatedly.

    "Young Mistress," Chunfen fed her a piece of fruit and whispered, "On the 28th of the twelfth month every year, the stewards from the manors and shops come to the estate to deliver the annual profits."

    A clever youngster knows that when elders are counting money, one must serve tea and attend to them diligently¡ªhappiness leads to generosity, after all.

    "Thank you, Sister Chunfen! I¡¯ll go keep Mother company at once." Jiuzhu hastily swallowed the fruit, lifted her skirts, and dashed toward the main courtyard.

    "Ah¡­" Chunfen sighed, glancing at the still-open chest before tidying it up for her.

    This simple parent-child interaction¡ªsomething ordinary for most¡ªwas a happiness the master and mistress had waited sixteen years to experience with their daughter.

    "Jiuzhu." Lady Shen, who was tallying the silver, spotted her daughter peeking through the doorway and beckoned her in. "Come here."

    "Mother!" Jiuzhu gasped in genuine awe at the sacks of copper coins. "So much money!"

    "This is a year¡¯s harvest from the manors." Lady Shen casually handed Jiuzhu a handful of loose silver, her smile tender. "Take it and amuse yourself elsewhere. Don¡¯t disturb my calculations."

    "Thank you, Mother!" Jiuzhu tucked the silver into her pouch and obediently sat nearby, watching Lady Shen¡¯s fingers fly across the abacus.

    "If you''re bored, go play," Lady Shen said, glancing up. "Don¡¯t stifle yourself on my account."

    "I¡¯m not bored." Jiuzhu shook her head earnestly. "When I was little and went to the city, I saw a bun seller¡¯s daughter sitting beside her mother as she counted money. She gave her daughter five coins."

    Jiuzhu grinned. "But Mother is much more generous¡ªyou gave me a whole handful of silver!"

    Lady Shen¡¯s hands stilled on the abacus. She stood, walked over, and pulled Jiuzhu into a tight embrace.

    Her child.

    She would make sure Jiuzhu grew up as the happiest young lady in the capital.

    "Mother." Jiuzhu hugged her back, nuzzling against her like an affectionate puppy. "Father said he was on leave today¡ªwhy isn¡¯t he home?"

    "Him?" Lady Shen stroked her daughter¡¯s hair. "He¡¯s out settling accounts."

    Jiuzhu tilted her head. "Does he need to leave the house to do year-end accounts?"

    "Of course." Lady Shen smiled. "With the New Year approaching and the weather turning cold, it¡¯s time to collect what¡¯s owed."

 Chapter 57

    When Ming Jingzhou returned home, the sky had already darkened. Pushing open the courtyard gate, he saw his daughter waiting for him, bundled in a thick cloak.

    "Father." Jiuzhu, who had been drowsy, lifted her head and greeted him with a bright smile. "You''re back! I asked the kitchen to keep some soup warm for you. Have a bowl to warm yourself."

    "Why aren''t you in bed yet?" Ming Jingzhou, chilled from the cold, dared not stand too close to her. "Where¡¯s your mother?"

    "Mother spent the whole day going over the account books and has already retired for the night." Jiuzhu took a hand warmer from her sleeve and handed it to him with a smile. "The soup will be here shortly. Warm your hands with this first."

    Ming Jingzhou chuckled, cradling the slightly small hand warmer between his palms. "You waited here specially¡ªdo you have something to say to me?"

    Jiuzhu touched her cheek, suddenly doubting herself. Had she been that obvious?

    Seeing her expression, he shook his head with a quiet laugh and followed her into the main hall. Chunfen soon entered, carrying a steaming bowl of soup. "Master, this soup was specially prepared by the young miss for you. She insisted you drink it all."

    He downed the soup in one go and nodded approvingly. "It¡¯s delicious."

    Jiuzhu beamed. "I added a few goji berries while it was simmering. I was worried you might not like it, but I''m so glad you do!"

    Setting the empty bowl aside, Ming Jingzhou asked, "Jiuzhu, what did you usually do during New Year¡¯s back in Lingzhou?"

    "First, my masters and I would clean the Taoist temple, then copy scriptures and pray before the statues of the Three Pure Ones," Jiuzhu replied, resting her chin on her hand as she reminisced. "My masters said other temples had many rules, but ours was small and simple¡ªwhat mattered most was sincerity."

    "Every New Year¡¯s morning, when I lit the first incense for the Three Pure Ones, I secretly prayed for your safety." She giggled. "Since it was the first offering of the year, I thought they¡¯d remember my wish better."

    "And every New Year, my masters would make me new clothes. The elder master always complained that the second master¡¯s sewing was terrible, but I thought they were lovely¡ªshe even embroidered little dogs on my sleeves!" Her eyes sparkled as she recounted childhood memories.

    She told him about the time she was punished for mischief, only for both masters to coax her with roast goose. When her father laughed, she gazed at him earnestly. "Life in the temple was simple, but my masters gave me everything they could."

    "I learned to read and understand life¡¯s principles." Her clear, gentle eyes seemed to comfort someone on the verge of tears. "I never suffered much¡ªI ate well, slept well¡ªso don¡¯t be sad about my past, Father."

    In that moment, Ming Jingzhou¡¯s heart ached as if pierced by countless needles.

    This child was consoling him.

    "I know," he replied hoarsely, forcing a smile. "I know. Now, go to bed. Tomorrow, I¡¯ll bring you roast goose when I return from the Ministry of Rites."

    Jiuzhu usually addressed him formally as "Father," following capital customs, but he preferred the affectionate "Daddy" she used when trying to cheer him up.

    "Then you mustn¡¯t be sad anymore," she said, tugging his sleeve. "Rest early. I¡¯ll bring you lunch tomorrow."

    "Alright." He patted her head with his now-warm hands. "Go to sleep. Daddy isn¡¯t sad."

    "You¡¯re the best, Daddy!" With a sweet smile, she left with Chunfen.

    Alone, Ming Jingzhou sat silently at the table, covering his eyes.

    "Master." Lady Shen emerged from the inner chamber, draped in an outer robe, and sat beside him, gently rubbing his back.

    "I¡¯m fine," he muttered, though his cracked voice betrayed him.

    Lady Shen leaned against his shoulder. "She waited for you all day. After how angry you were yesterday, she was worried, even if she didn¡¯t say it. She¡¯s usually asleep by now¡ªwhy else would she be boiling soup?"

    She hadn¡¯t interfered because she knew, on this cold night, father and daughter needed a warm bowl of soup and a quiet conversation.

    After a long silence, she whispered, "Don¡¯t cry. Let¡¯s go to bed."

    "I¡¯m not crying," Ming Jingzhou insisted, avoiding her gaze, though his voice was rough.

    "I¡¯ve arranged New Year¡¯s gifts for Jiuzhu¡¯s masters," Lady Shen said, tactfully ignoring his tears. "It¡¯s a shame they refuse to come to the capital. We could¡¯ve taken care of them."

    "Perhaps Taoist sages prefer being wild geese among the clouds to pampered cats in the capital," he sighed. "Forcing them here would hardly be gratitude."

    Yet he and his wife owed those masters a debt they could never repay.

    Drying his eyes discreetly, he turned to her. "Go back to bed. It¡¯s cold¡ªdon¡¯t fall ill."

    Noting his reddened eyes, Lady Shen called a maid to help him wash up. Once in bed, she asked softly, "Shall we bring Jiuzhu to the palace banquet this year?"

    "We must." His voice was muffled under the blankets. "When I saw His Majesty today, he specifically asked us to bring her."

    "Very well." After a pause, she patted the lump under the covers. "Even if she marries, she¡¯ll stay within our sight. It¡¯s better than..."

    Better than the years when they didn¡¯t even know if their child was alive.

    Logically, it was true. But how could parents truly rejoice?

    ---

    "Raise the lantern higher¡ªdon¡¯t let it tilt!"

    "Aunt, where should we hang this eight-treasure glass lantern?"

    "That¡¯s a gift from Her Highness for the County Princess. Place it in her room, carefully¡ªdon¡¯t drop it!"

    "Aunt, the Palace Administration sent new fabrics. Would you like to inspect them?"

    "Set them aside for now. Have the rewards for the consorts been delivered?"

    "Yes, but the servants at Shallow Breeze Pavilion said Concubine Zheng is unwell."

    "Unwell?" Xiangjuan pondered briefly. "Wait here. I¡¯ll consult Her Highness."

    Consort Su was trying on her banquet attire, while an eight-tailed phoenix hairpin adorned with pearls glowed brilliantly in its case.

    "Zheng Lanyin is ill?" The smile faded slightly from Consort Su¡¯s lips. "Send for a physician from the Imperial Hospital."

    "Your Highness, tonight is New Year¡¯s Eve. Summoning a physician might bring ill fortune."

    ¡°What¡¯s this talk of luck or ill omen? This consort has never believed in such things.¡± Consort Su scoffed lightly. ¡°Moreover, His Majesty is a wise and virtuous ruler. With his imperial aura shielding us, no inauspicious force would dare approach.¡±

    ¡°So, in my beloved consort¡¯s heart, I even possess the power to ward off evil spirits?¡± Emperor Longfeng strode into the room, dressed in the dragon robes he wore for court audiences. ¡°Do you like the new jewelry I had the Palace Administration craft for you?¡±

    ¡°I heard this bracelet was designed from a sketch drawn by Your Majesty himself?¡± Consort Su picked up a filigree bracelet from her jewelry box. ¡°Your Majesty claims to be busy all day, yet you found time to make this for me?¡±

    ¡°No matter how busy I am, I could never forget your preferences.¡± Emperor Longfeng took the bracelet and fastened it around her wrist, nodding in satisfaction. ¡°Your wrist is as delicate as boneless jade, fair as the glow of the bright moon. This bracelet may seem exquisite on its own, but on your wrist, it pales like mere stardust beside the moon¡¯s radiance.¡±

    ¡°Where did Your Majesty learn such honeyed words?¡± Consort Su shot him an amused glare but kept the bracelet on, stroking it fondly. ¡°Have you spoken to Ming Jingzhou about bringing Jiuzhu to the palace banquet?¡±

    ¡°I did mention it. I¡¯m just worried that if this continues, the bond between me and Minister Ming might suffer.¡± The emperor¡¯s dwindling conscience pricked him slightly. ¡°Their family only just got their daughter back, and before they¡¯ve even had time to cherish her properly, our son is set to marry her away. Do you think a father¡¯s heart can bear such a thing?¡±

    ¡°Got her back?¡± Consort Su was puzzled. ¡°Wasn¡¯t the Ming family¡¯s young lady fostered in Lingzhou?¡±

    She distinctly remembered His Majesty mentioning Jiuzhu¡¯s background when discussing Prince Chen¡¯s marriage prospects¡ªhow the Ming brothers had been exiled to the harsh frontiers and, fearing their newborn daughter wouldn¡¯t survive the journey, entrusted her to a foster family in Lingzhou.

    So why was it now phrased as ¡°getting her back¡±?

    ¡°After so many years apart while she was fostered in Lingzhou, isn¡¯t it the same as getting her back?¡± Emperor Longfeng regretted his earlier decision to conceal the truth about Jiuzhu¡¯s rediscovery, fearing Consort Su might overthink the girl¡¯s origins.

    If his beloved consort were to uncover the truth now¡­

    Fortunately, Consort Su didn¡¯t dwell on it. Instead, she sifted through her jewelry and sighed. ¡°I don¡¯t understand the Ming family¡¯s reasoning. How could they leave their daughter in a Daoist temple all these years? Were they not worried? If they didn¡¯t care for her, that would be one thing, but it¡¯s clearly not the case. On her birthday, Lady Shen looked at Jiuzhu as if she were a treasured pearl.¡±

    She shook her head. ¡°If they love her so much, why didn¡¯t they bring her home sooner? A child raised outside must have endured hardships. No wonder some in the capital whisper that the Mings don¡¯t value their daughter. Had I not seen Lady Shen¡¯s devotion to Jiuzhu myself, I might have thought the same.¡±

    Emperor Longfeng dared not respond.

    ¡°Luckily, our Jiuzhu has a sweet temperament and a kind heart.¡± Consort Su rummaged for jewelry that would suit Jiuzhu. ¡°Everything about her is delightful.¡±

    *Our* Jiuzhu?

    The emperor nearly reminded his consort that Jiuzhu belonged to the Ming family, not to *them*¡ªbut he held his tongue. Sear?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Picking up a phoenix hairpin box, he frowned slightly. The eight-tailed phoenix pin was lovely, but it couldn¡¯t compare to the grandeur of a nine-tailed imperial phoenix pin.

    ¡°Your Majesty, why are you staring at that hairpin?¡± Consort Su glanced at him.

    Emperor Longfeng smiled. ¡°I was thinking of having a new imperial phoenix pin made for you after the new year.¡±

    ¡°I already have plenty of phoenix pins. What use do I have for another?¡± Consort Su replied absently, her gaze drifting to the window¡ªwhere she spotted their son meandering toward them.

    The emperor said nothing, but in his heart, he wished to gift the woman he loved most a nine-tailed imperial phoenix pin.

    Such a pin could only be worn by an empress¡­ or an Imperial Noble Consort.

    ¡°Your son greets Father Emperor and Mother Consort.¡± Prince Chen craned his neck, his eyes brightening at the sight of the jewelry-laden dressing table. ¡°Picking out accessories?¡±

    ¡°Perhaps this son could offer his humble opinion?¡±

    If any pieces didn¡¯t suit his mother but happened to be perfect for a certain young lady¡­ well, he¡¯d be more than happy to take them off her hands.

 Chapter 58

    "You haven''t even married your princess consort yet¡ªwhat do you know about jewelry?" Emperor Longfeng scolded his son with a laugh. "Hurry back to your Zhangliu Palace and stop bothering me and your mother."

    "Father, that¡¯s not fair. Although I don¡¯t have a princess consort yet, I do have a fianc¨¦e." Prince Chen shamelessly sidled up to Consort Su. "Mother, let me help you examine the jewelry the Palace Administration sent this year."

    With that, his restless hands reached out and began rummaging through the jewelry box.

    "Mother, you are as noble and elegant as a peony. This hairpin doesn¡¯t do justice to your beauty and grace." Prince Chen picked out a floral hairpin and shook his head. "This one isn¡¯t suitable either."

    "How has the Palace Administration been doing their duties this year?" Prince Chen set down the box of hairpins, his brows furrowed. At first, he had intended to snag some nice pieces for Jiuzhu, but upon closer inspection, he realized none of these suited his mother.

    What was the Palace Administration thinking, being so careless?

    "I won¡¯t disturb Father and Mother any longer. I¡¯ll take my leave now." He finally understood why Little Pig Ming wanted to roll up her sleeves and hit someone when she was angry¡ªhe himself now felt like tearing the roof off the Palace Administration.

    "Where are you going?" Consort Su asked, her lips curling in amusement.

    "Just taking a stroll to the Palace Administration." Prince Chen suppressed his anger in front of his parents. "With the New Year approaching, I should check on how the officials there are performing their duties."

    "No need for that. Take this box of jewelry and deliver it to Jiuzhu instead." Consort Su, barely holding back her laughter, handed him the box filled with pieces that didn¡¯t suit her at all. "I¡¯ll take the liberty of asking your father for a favor¡ªpermission for you to personally fetch your fianc¨¦e from the Ming family and bring her to the palace."

    "That¡¯s too much jewelry for a young girl to wear." Prince Chen accepted the heavy box. "Mother, aren¡¯t you afraid she¡¯ll grow spoiled with such indulgence?"

    "You do have a point." Consort Su nodded. "Jiuzhu is a daughter of the Ming family, with the proud and refined blood of scholarly officials running through her veins. If I treat her too well..."

    Sensing the conversation taking a wrong turn, Prince Chen quickly interjected, "No, no, Mother is absolutely right. If you treat her well now, there¡¯ll be no conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law later. I was being shortsighted¡ªthank you for reminding me."

    "Jiuzhu was raised in a Daoist temple by the Ming family all these years, so her temperament is different from that of typical noble ladies." Prince Chen hid the jewelry box behind his back. "I¡¯ve heard Daoists emphasize karma¡ªif you¡¯re kind to her, she¡¯ll grow close to you. When others see how harmonious your relationship is, they¡¯ll surely envy you both."

    His original intention had been to reassure his mother that she still held the highest place in his heart, lest she develop any resentment toward Little Pig Ming and cause future discord. Instead, his words had backfired, sounding more like he was stirring trouble between them.

    They say mediating between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is the mark of a mature man¡ªapparently, he still had a long way to go.

    Hearing her son ramble on, Consort Su burst into laughter. "Enough, I was only teasing you. The bond between Jiuzhu and us cannot be explained in just a few words. With your wedding approaching, all I wish is for the two of you to live in harmony, free from illness and misfortune."

    "Thank you, Mother. I¡¯ll go fetch Little Pig Ming now." Prince Chen winked at Emperor Longfeng. "Father, enjoy your time with Mother. I¡¯ll take my leave."

    "Go on." Emperor Longfeng watched as his son practically bounced toward the door, eager to fly out of the palace. "Take the Imperial Guards with you. I¡¯ve already decreed that none of you princes are to leave the palace, but if you¡¯re escorted by the guards, no one can accuse me of going back on my word."

    In other words¡ªspare your father¡¯s dignity.

    "As Your Majesty commands." Prince Chen bowed with a grin and hurried out of the room, breaking into a run the moment the door closed behind him.

    "Your Highness¡ª" Xiangjuan barely got the words out before Prince Chen had already dashed past the gates of Bright Moon Palace. She turned to the eunuch beside her in bewilderment. "What¡¯s gotten into His Highness?"

    The maids and eunuchs shook their heads, guessing that he must have received some rare treasure from Consort Su.

    Not long ago, the Emperor had explicitly forbidden the Consort from giving the Prince gifts. Yet here he was, walking out with something right under His Majesty¡¯s nose.

    At this point, it was hard to tell who spoiled the Prince more¡ªthe Emperor or the Consort.

    "Your Highness, I just saw Prince Chen leaving the palace," a eunuch reported to Prince Huai. "Do you think he¡¯s sneaking out against His Majesty¡¯s orders?"

    "In broad daylight? If even you saw him, how is that sneaking?" Prince Huai retorted. "Out of the five of us brothers, only the fifth prince remains unmarried. No doubt Father made an exception for him."

    Besides, even if Prince Chen had truly sneaked out, the Emperor would surely turn a blind eye in the end. He wasn¡¯t foolish enough to question why Prince Chen was allowed to leave.

    "Eldest Brother." Princes An and Jing entered his courtyard and took seats beside him. "We heard Fifth Brother was permitted to leave the palace. We were thinking¡ª"

    "No, you weren¡¯t," Prince Huai cut them off bluntly. "At least, I wasn¡¯t."

    Their previous schemes¡ªraising strategists and spies in their mansions¡ªhad already been exposed by the Emperor. If they left the palace now and something happened, it¡¯d be like mud sticking to their trousers¡ªno amount of denial would clear their names.

    A wise man would stay put, ask no questions, and keep his head down. That way, if trouble arose, he¡¯d remain untouched.

    Lately, Prince Huai had been reflecting on the tactics his uncles and great-uncles had used during the previous emperor¡¯s reign. His conclusion? Their father was right¡ªeverything they brothers had tried was child¡¯s play compared to the older generation¡¯s schemes.

    "Father is too biased," Prince An grumbled after a long silence. "He said none of us could leave the palace, so why is Yun Duqing the exception?"

    Prince Huai gave him a sidelong glance. Only now, at this age, was he realizing their father played favorites?

    "Second Brother, you¡¯d best get used to it," Prince Jing, usually a man of few words, remarked calmly. "If you¡¯re upset, why don¡¯t we go to Fourth Brother¡¯s quarters for hot pot?"

    "Well, well, Third Brother." Prince Huai slung an arm over his shoulders. "I didn¡¯t know you were so good at lifting spirits."

    "That¡¯s not¡ª" Prince Jing hastily waved his hands. "I just noticed everyone¡¯s mood improves after eating hot pot at Fourth Brother¡¯s place..."

    "No need to explain. We understand." Prince Huai nodded. "You¡¯re right. Let¡¯s go."

    No sooner had they reached the courtyard gate than they spotted Yun Yanze seated beneath a tree, sipping tea with an air of transcendent serenity, as if he might ascend to immortality at any moment.

    "Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother." Yun Yanze glanced up at them with a faint smile. "With the palace banquet approaching, why not join me for a cup of tea and watch the clouds drift by?"

    Prince Huai looked up at the gloomy, overcast sky, listened to the howling wind in the palace corridors, then turned on his heel and walked away without a word.

    What nonsense!

    Who did he think he was fooling with that act?

    Seeing Prince Huai leave, Prince An and Prince Jing found themselves in an awkward position¡ªneither sure whether to stay or go, they could only force uneasy smiles.

    They had forgotten that their past boldness in cooking hotpot in their fourth brother''s quarters had only been possible because their fifth brother was present. Now, with him absent, they¡­ didn¡¯t quite dare offend this younger brother, whose reputation for virtue among the civil officials was well-established.

    Not every prince was like Yun Duqing.

    As the New Year approached, Jiuzhu gave her little white pony a bath. Worried it might catch cold, she even brought out a brazier to keep it warm while washing.

    After drying its coat with a towel, she patted the pony¡¯s head, and it nuzzled affectionately against her.

    "Good girl, good girl." The ticklish sensation of its fur made Jiuzhu giggle as she took a step back.

    "Miss!" Xiangjuan rushed into the stable, breathless. "Prince Chen is here to see you."

    "His Highness is here?" Jiuzhu¡¯s face lit up with joy. After taking two eager steps, she glanced back at the pony trailing behind her and decided to lead it along to the front hall.

    When Prince Chen saw Jiuzhu entering with a small animal in tow, he nearly blurted out, "That¡¯s quite a sturdy dog you¡¯ve got," before noticing the reins and realizing it was a pony.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu approached him. "How did you leave the palace?" S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    She had heard from other young ladies that all five princes had been confined to the palace, forbidden from stepping out. How had he managed it?

    Suddenly, her expression shifted, and she whispered, "Your Highness¡­ you didn¡¯t sneak out, did you?"

    "What nonsense is running through that little head of yours?" Prince Chen chuckled. "The palace is heavily guarded, its outer walls thicker than houses and several zhang high. Even if I sprouted wings, I couldn¡¯t slip out unnoticed."

    Relieved he hadn¡¯t escaped, Jiuzhu let out a breath. "Then, did Your Highness leave the palace for something important?"

    "This." He pointed to a jewelry box on the table. "For you."

    As Jiuzhu picked it up, he grinned. "Open it."

    Inside was a box filled to the brim with jewelry. Blinking, she looked from the contents to Prince Chen. "Your Highness?"

    "I¡¯ve come to take you into the palace." He clapped his hands, and palace maids and eunuchs stepped forward, presenting a newly tailored court gown and a flawless fur-lined cloak.

    "Try it on." He didn¡¯t admit he¡¯d had the Imperial Wardrobe Bureau make it especially for her. "The skirt isn¡¯t too long¡ªit¡¯ll be easier to walk in. Go change, and if it fits, wear it to tonight¡¯s banquet."

    "Alright." Jiuzhu handed the pony¡¯s reins to Prince Chen. "Wait for me, Your Highness. I¡¯ll go change now."

    Prince Chen stared at the reins in his palm, then at the dopey little pony barely reaching his knees. He reached out and ruffled its mane.

    Before long, Jiuzhu returned in her new attire, lifting the hem slightly as she approached. "Your Highness, I¡¯ve changed."

    The young woman stood before him in a vibrant court gown, its skirt embroidered with intertwining branches. To Prince Chen, no sight in the world could be more vivid than this.

    "Beautiful." He rose and stepped closer, the same subtle pattern of entwined branches faintly visible on his own sleeves. "Very beautiful."

    From his sleeve, he produced a jade pendant meant for women and bent to fasten it at her waist.

    Once it was secured, he straightened and gazed down at her. "Little Pig Ming."

    "Hm?" Jiuzhu lifted her face, meeting his eyes.

    "Keep this jade safe. Don¡¯t lose it." He tapped the identical pendant at his own waist. "It¡¯s the New Year¡ªwe must have good fortune. Understand?"

    "Mm, I understand." Jiuzhu nodded obediently, fingers brushing the jade. "Don¡¯t worry, Your Highness. I¡¯ll take good care of it."

    Prince Chen, afraid she might tuck it away immediately, added, "But you must wear it to tonight¡¯s banquet."

    Her hand, which had been about to remove the pendant, stilled.

    He smiled, hesitated, then extended his hand. "Come. Let¡¯s go to the palace."

    Without a second thought, Jiuzhu placed her hand in his, tilting her head up to beam at him.

    Their fingers laced together lightly, too shy to fully intertwine.

    Outside, ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????beneath a tree, Lady Shen watched the smiling pair but did not step forward.

 Chapter 59

    "Madam." The maid draped a cloak over Lady Shen''s shoulders: "Aren''t you going to give her some advice?"

    "What advice?" Lady Shen turned back toward her room: "Children have their own blessings. Too many words will only breed resentment."

    Just as Lady Shen returned to the courtyard, Jiuzhu arrived in a new outfit: "Mother."

    "Why didn¡¯t you go when Prince Chen came to take you to the palace?" Seeing her daughter, Lady Shen was surprised.

    "I wanted to tell you first." Jiuzhu took Lady Shen¡¯s hand and swayed it playfully: "Don¡¯t worry, Mother. I¡¯ll take good care of myself."

    "With the Imperial Consort and Prince Chen there, I doubt anyone would dare mistreat you." Lady Shen glanced toward the courtyard gate, where Prince Chen stood tall and elegant, his handsome features unmistakable.

    Prince Chen took after his mother in looks, so of course, he was striking.

    "Go on." Lady Shen adjusted the ornaments at her daughter¡¯s waist: "This new outfit suits you well."

    "Really?" Jiuzhu twirled in front of her mother, beaming: "I love it too."

    "As long as you¡¯re happy." Lady Shen removed a bracelet from her wrist and slipped it onto Jiuzhu¡¯s, then led her toward the gate: "Don¡¯t keep Prince Chen waiting."

    Prince Chen¡¯s ability to leave the palace this time was surely due to His Majesty¡¯s special favor. She understood¡ªthis was the royal family¡¯s way of showing their regard for Jiuzhu, sending the prince himself to escort her to the annual banquet attended by nobles and royals.

    The imperial family had granted the Ming family great face, so the Mings could not afford to embarrass them in return.

    Holding Jiuzhu¡¯s hand, she approached Prince Chen and curtsied.

    Prince Chen returned a half-bow: "Lady of the House."

    Lady Shen paused slightly¡ªhad it not been for this address, she might have forgotten their family now held a noble title.

    "Your Highness, if my daughter acts improperly in any way, please forgive her." Lady Shen sighed: "I apologize in advance for any offense."

    "You honor me too much." Prince Chen stole a glance at Jiuzhu: "Looking after Jiuzhu is only natural for me."

    In a month, she¡¯d be his wife!

    Lady Shen smiled and curtsied again: "It¡¯s getting late. Your Highness should not linger outside the palace for long. Please return soon."

    "Then I shall take my leave." Prince Chen¡¯s fingers twitched, wanting to take Jiuzhu¡¯s hand, but under her mother¡¯s gaze, he restrained himself.

    Seizing the moment as they stepped over the threshold, he subtly steadied Jiuzhu¡¯s arm before quickly withdrawing his hand.

    Lady Shen stood inside the courtyard gate, watching the two young people¡ªtimid yet irresistibly drawn to each other¡ªand smiled.

    Once outside the Ming residence, Prince Chen took Jiuzhu¡¯s hand and helped her into the carriage.

    "Your Highness." Before entering, Jiuzhu lifted the curtain and grinned at him: "Wait a moment."

    She then waved to Chunfen, who stood nearby: "Sister Chunfen!"

    Chunfen handed Jiuzhu a wooden box hidden in her sleeve, suppressing a smile as she glanced at Prince Chen before stepping aside.

    "This is for you." Jiuzhu shoved the jewelry box into Prince Chen¡¯s hands and ducked into the carriage.

    Prince Chen mounted his horse, a royal guard holding the reins for him. He opened the box¡ªinside were scattered silver coins and a few golden peanuts. He chuckled.

    This silly girl¡ªdid she really think he had no money in the palace?

    He glanced at the carriage beside him, closed the box, and handed it to a guard: "Keep this safe. Don¡¯t lose it."

    This was his future wife¡¯s hard-earned allowance for him.

    As the year drew to a close, the streets bustled with activity. The royal guards remained vigilant around Prince Chen and the carriage, not daring to slacken for a moment.

    The capital was a place of shrewd minds¡ªnot only officials but even common folk had sharp wits. No one dared approach Prince Chen¡¯s entourage.

    But in a crowd of hundreds, there were always exceptions.

    Inside the carriage, Jiuzhu heard a woman¡¯s cries and a heated argument. She lifted the window curtain to look: "What¡¯s happening?"

    "County Princess, a ruffian is harassing a woman up ahead. His Highness has already sent men to intervene," a guard replied. "The scoundrel speaks crudely. If the noise bothers you, please rest inside for now."

    "It¡¯s fine." Jiuzhu leaned out further: "Is the woman alone?"

    "I¡¯m ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????not sure," the guard said, eyeing the crowd gathered around. "With so many people watching, even if she is, that rogue wouldn¡¯t dare continue."

    After a pause, Jiuzhu gathered her skirts and stepped down from the carriage.

    "Watch your step." Prince Chen bent to lift the hem of her dress, signaling the guards to disperse the onlookers.

    At the sight of armed guards, the crowd scattered, though they still craned their necks from a distance, no longer daring to chatter.

    As Jiuzhu approached, she heard the ruffian spewing filth¡ª"Who can prove I touched you?" and "You¡¯re so ugly, no one would want you anyway."

    Before she could speak, Prince Chen clicked his tongue: "What mangy mutt is yapping here?"

    The ruffian turned, saw Prince Chen¡¯s fine attire and armed escort, and immediately deflated, bowing obsequiously: "My lord, I swear I didn¡¯t touch her. Look¡ªthere are far prettier women on the street. Why would I bother with her?"

    Prince Chen arched a brow at the guard beside him, who nodded in confirmation. Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Bold enough to do this in broad daylight? Clearly, your brain¡¯s as rotten as your morals." Prince Chen pointed to the nearby river: "Wash his head. Maybe it¡¯ll clear the filth."

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu tugged his sleeve: "It¡¯s so cold..."

    "Hm?" Prince Chen raised a hand, halting the guards mid-motion: "What is it?"

    "Take off his coat first, or it¡¯ll be harder to fish him out later," Jiuzhu suggested earnestly. "Tie a rope around his waist too, so no one has to jump in after him."

    Most importantly, it would prevent the scoundrel from escaping.

    "An excellent point." Prince Chen grinned. "Our guards are our own. No need to tire them over trash."

    Amid cheers from the crowd, the ruffian was tossed into the water, to widespread applause.

    The man was a local bully¡ªidle, thieving, and notorious for harassing women if anyone crossed him. Now that someone had finally dealt with him, the people praised the handsome young lord for ridding them of a menace.

    "I thought you might plead for him," Prince Chen remarked, watching the floundering rogue before leading Jiuzhu back to the carriage. "If you had, I¡¯d have listened."

    "Why plead for him?" Jiuzhu looked at Prince Chen with confusion. "One reaps what they sow. He committed a crime, and Your Highness, as a prince of Dacheng, is eliminating evil for the people. If I pleaded for him, wouldn¡¯t I be aiding a villain?"

    Raised in a Taoist temple, Jiuzhu had been taught by her two masters to follow her heart from a young age. External opinions and judgments rarely influenced her decisions.

    "Life is short. One should follow their heart to make the most of their time in this world." Jiuzhu smiled at him. "I know what Your Highness is doing is right, so of course I wouldn¡¯t stop you."

    "You trust me that much?" Prince Chen chuckled.

    "Yes." Jiuzhu nodded.

    "What if one day I make a mistake? Would you follow me into wrongdoing?" Prince Chen shook his head with a laugh. "Then you¡¯d suffer for it."

    "If Your Highness is wrong, I¡¯ll tell you," Jiuzhu explained earnestly. "Supporting you in what¡¯s right and stopping you from doing wrong¡ªthat¡¯s not hard to do."

    "True, it¡¯s not hard," Prince Chen said, swaying the hem of her skirt he held in his hand as he laughed.

    Simple, yet not so simple.

    Actions could be judged right or wrong, but people¡¯s hearts weighed interests and consequences.

    "Who¡¯s causing trouble here?"

    A sharp shout rang out as Yu Jian led the Imperial Guards through the crowd. Glancing at the man flailing in the water, he vaguely sensed something familiar about the scene, and an uneasy premonition rose in his chest.

    "Lieutenant Yu," Prince Chen greeted the newcomer with a smile. "What a coincidence. On duty again today?"

    Hearing Prince Chen address him by his surname, Yu Jian felt an odd surge of emotion¡ªPrince Chen actually remembered his name!

    "Your Highness, did this man harass a woman, attempt to kidnap a child, or¡­ perhaps pretend to sell himself to bury his father?" Yu Jian carefully recalled the past offenders Prince Chen had dealt with and the crimes they were later found guilty of.

    "He harassed a woman in public," Prince Chen said, calculating the time. "By now, his mind should be clear enough. You¡¯ve arrived just in time¡ªfish him out and take him to the Capital Magistrate."

    "At your command," Yu Jian replied, looking at Prince Chen expectantly.

    "Something else?" Prince Chen arched a brow.

    "I¡¯ll go right away," Yu Jian said, sighing inwardly. Judging by Prince Chen¡¯s attitude, he wouldn¡¯t get the chance to become a loyal subordinate of Prince Chen¡¯s household.

    The generous benefits of Prince Chen¡¯s estate would remain out of reach.

    When he and his men went to retrieve the man, they noticed Prince Chen had been unusually considerate this time¡ªnot only had he tied a rope around the criminal¡¯s waist, but he¡¯d also stripped off his outer robe.

    This way, they didn¡¯t have to wade into the water or find dry clothes for the man, saving them a lot of effort.

    Perhaps because Prince Chen had been so troublesome in the past, this rare display of thoughtfulness made the Imperial Guards feel an unexpected surge of gratitude.

    Such was the humble nature of human beings.

    An official passing by in a sedan chair saw the Imperial Guards pulling a man from the river and asked his bearers, "What happened out there?"

    Having overheard the commotion, one bearer replied, "My lord, this man committed some offense and was thrown into the water by Prince Chen."

    "Wasn¡¯t Prince Chen confined to the palace by His Majesty? How did he get out?" The official frowned. "On such an important day, he¡¯s still causing trouble."

    Thinking of the Emperor¡¯s favoritism toward Prince Chen, he sighed heavily. The Emperor suppressed the other princes at every turn, indulging only Prince Chen. Yet how could the future of Dacheng be entrusted to such a willful and reckless man?

    Lifting the curtain in annoyance, he was about to order his bearers to leave when he saw Prince Chen following closely behind a young girl, even holding up the hem of her skirt for her.

    The girl took out a handkerchief, gently comforting a weeping woman¡ªwasn¡¯t that¡­ the daughter of Vice Minister Ming?

    All talk of willfulness and arrogance¡­ seemed rather misplaced.

    Stepping out of the sedan, he asked an elderly man selling spring couplets, "Elder, what crime did that man commit to be thrown into the water?"

    "That scoundrel got what he deserved!" The old man rolled up his sleeves as if itching to kick the criminal himself. "Harassing women, stealing¡ªhe¡¯s done every vile deed imaginable."

    The official steadied the agitated old man, feeling a pang of guilt. He had misjudged Prince Chen.

    A man willing to humble himself to rid the people of a wicked ruffian¡­ couldn¡¯t be all that bad, could he?

 Chapter 60

    "Vice Minister He?" The officials of the Ministry of Revenue were gathered, discussing how to persuade His Majesty to restore the princely title of the Prince of Qi County. When Vice Minister He Tingyu entered, they motioned for him to join them.

    "Why are you so late? In just two hours, we must attend the palace banquet. Have you thought of any good ideas?"

    He Tingyu glanced at the speaker¡ªanother vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue¡ªand shook his head without a word.

    Seeing his silence, the higher-ranking officials paid no mind and continued deliberating how to seize the opportunity of tonight''s banquet to plead for the Prince of Qi County.

    "His Highness has been diligent and studious since childhood, benevolent and filial. Whether facing a ninety-year-old elder or a three-year-old child, he treats all with courtesy. Why can¡¯t His Majesty see these virtues, instead favoring a tyrant like Prince Chen?" S§×ar?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Prince Chen is domineering and cruel, even bullying young children. If such a man remains in power, our Great Cheng is doomed."

    Hearing this, He Tingyu couldn¡¯t help but interject, "That¡¯s not entirely fair. I don¡¯t think Prince Chen is as terrible as you claim."

    "Vice Minister He?" The officials stared at him in shock, as if he were a rotten radish. "Are you backing out now?"

    He Tingyu: "..."

    "I know pleading for the Prince of Qi County at the banquet may anger His Majesty. But as court officials, we should prioritize the people¡¯s welfare over personal gain." The vice minister took a deep breath. "Back then, the three Ming brothers chose exile over compromise. Why can¡¯t we speak up for the Prince of Qi County today?"

    He Tingyu thought of the young girl who had comforted a woman on the street and spoke again, "Well, if you admire the Ming brothers so much, why forget that Ming Jingzhou¡¯s daughter is the future Princess Consort of Chen?"

    "A girl raised elsewhere could never inherit the Ming Family¡¯s integrity." The vice minister sighed. "The three Ming brothers were virtuous and talented, raising sons of exceptional learning. What a pity their daughter turned out to be a shallow woman who bows to a wicked consort for wealth."

    Glancing at his colleague¡¯s protruding belly, He Tingyu thought irritably, You¡¯re certainly not lacking in ¡®depth.¡¯

    He stood and said, "The matter of the Prince of Qi County can be raised anytime. Why spoil tonight¡¯s occasion? You¡¯ve all served in court for years¡ªseasoned men of the world. Why act so rashly today?"

    "To pave the way for Prince Chen, His Majesty first suppressed the Prince of Qi County¡¯s maternal family, then stripped him of his title. Days ago, even the prince¡¯s birth mother was confined to the cold palace. How can such a noble man endure this humiliation?" The vice minister grew impassioned. "Should we stand by and watch a virtuous prince be ground down by injustice?"

    "Vice Minister Yang." He Tingyu¡¯s expression darkened. "You¡¯ve lost your mind, uttering such treasonous words in the Ministry of Revenue."

    "Why shouldn¡¯t I?!" Vice Minister Yang stiffened his neck. "If you¡¯re a coward, Vice Minister He, leave now."

    "And you¡¯re not a coward?" Provoked, He Tingyu¡¯s temper flared. "If you¡¯re so fearless, why didn¡¯t you speak up during the princes¡¯ power struggle?"

    "You dare say these things only because His Majesty is lenient and tolerates you." He sneered. "Under the late emperor, who among you would¡¯ve dared?"

    "Vice Minister Yang, how shameless to invoke the Ming brothers." He Tingyu lowered his voice. "I admit I was cowardly back then, unworthy of comparison to them. I understand your concern for the prince, but forgive me for being cowardly once more¡ªI won¡¯t join tonight¡¯s scheme. Farewell!"

    As He Tingyu stormed off, the Minister of Revenue sighed and rubbed his temples. "Let¡¯s discuss this later. Vice Minister He has a point¡ªthe New Year¡¯s banquet is no place for discord."

    The other officials, reluctant to escalate matters tonight, quickly agreed.

    Only Vice Minister Yang, who had quarreled with He Tingyu, remained seething with resentment.

    "Wow, the palace is decked with new red lanterns!" Jiuzhu walked along the palace path, admiring the vibrant decorations. "So beautiful."

    "Palace maids and eunuchs can¡¯t return home for the New Year. These lanterns bring some festivity." Prince Chen glanced at the swaying lanterns above. "Cold?"

    "Not at all." Jiuzhu shook her head.

    "I don¡¯t believe you. The wind is strong¡ªyou must be cold." Prince Chen coughed and, with lightning speed, seized her hand. "My hands are warm. You can borrow them."

    The attendants behind them lowered their heads further, not daring to look up.

    Jiuzhu wriggled her fingers slightly. His palm was so large it enveloped hers entirely.

    "Don¡¯t move." Prince Chen¡¯s ears flushed pink. Adjusting his grip, he gently interlaced his fingers with her delicate ones.

    Their hands slowly entwined.

    Prince Chen stared at the lanterns, his ears now fully red, as if brushed with rouge. "The palace will be crowded tonight¡ªroyal relatives, nobles, and high-ranking officials¡¯ families will all attend. Stay close to me, so no fool dares upset you."

    "Oh." Jiuzhu peeked at their joined hands, her index finger curling shyly before trembling back.

    "Oh what? You¡¯re my betrothed. Holding your hand is natural¡ªno one can object." As he spoke, Prince Chen¡¯s cheeks also tinted pink.

    Jiuzhu felt her face warm. Her stiff fingers finally settled between his, resting against his knuckles.

    His hand was truly warm.

    So warm her face burned.

    "Xiangjuan." Consort Su, already adorned in full regalia, watched the young pair lingering outside the courtyard¡ªone blushing, the other red-eared, dawdling instead of entering. "What are they doing?"

    "Your Highness," Xiangjuan whispered. "His Highness is shy. Look at their hands."

    Consort Su smirked. "All bravado and bluster usually, yet now he turns scarlet just holding his betrothed¡¯s hand. What a lack of nerve."

    "Young love is poetry," Xiangjuan chuckled. "His Highness must care deeply for Miss Ming."

    Before the one they adore, even the boldest souls falter, yearning to appear perfect.

    When the two finally stepped inside, their previously clasped hands had already parted. Consort Su pretended not to notice her son deliberately lingering outside earlier and beckoned Jiuzhu to sit before the dressing table. "Jiuzhu, your dress today is truly beautiful. Let me have someone style your hair into a lovely feitian bun."

    Noticing her son trying to inch closer, Consort Su pushed him away with a look of disdain. "When women are dressing up, men should simply wait quietly and not speak."

    Prince Chen: "¡­"

    With no other choice, he sat down in a chair, watching as the palace maid styled Jiuzhu¡¯s thick, silky hair into a feitian bun, then carefully applied makeup and drew her eyebrows. Unable to hold back, he spoke up, "Mother¡ª"

    "Quiet." Consort Su cut him off mercilessly. "This is no place for a man¡¯s opinions. Say another word, and you¡¯ll be asked to leave."

    Prince Chen obediently sealed his lips.

    "Lady Jiuzhu, what kind of huadian would you like?"

    Jiuzhu touched her forehead and instinctively turned to look at Prince Chen.

    "Jiuzhu¡¯s skirt today is embroidered with intertwining branches, so let¡¯s paint a lotus huadian," Consort Su said, glancing at the subtle patterns on her son¡¯s robes, barely suppressing a laugh. "Intertwined branches and twin lotus flowers¡ªboth carry excellent symbolism."

    "Du Qing, you¡¯ve always had a talent for painting since childhood," Consort Su said, stepping beside Jiuzhu. "You should help draw the huadian on Jiuzhu¡¯s forehead."

    No sooner had she spoken than Prince Chen was already standing behind her. "What should I use? Vermilion or red pigment?"

    "Of course, the reddest rouge, with gold powder for the final outlining," Consort Su replied irritably, giving his back a firm pat that echoed through the room. "Vermilion? That¡¯s poisonous¡ªdo you want to put it on her face?"

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu tugged lightly at Consort Su¡¯s sleeve, shaking it gently. "His Highness just doesn¡¯t understand these things. Please¡­ don¡¯t hit him."

    Consort Su looked at her son, who had already reached for the fine brush, then lightly tapped Jiuzhu¡¯s forehead with a finger. "Silly girl, remember this: men must never be spoiled."

    Jiuzhu smiled with her eyes half-closed, but her grip on Consort Su¡¯s sleeve didn¡¯t loosen.

    "I¡¯ll sit and wait over there," Consort Su said with an amused shake of her head. "Let him do a proper job for you."

    Only then did Jiuzhu release her sleeve, tilting her head back and closing her eyes to make it easier for His Highness to paint.

    The brush¡¯s tip brushed lightly against her forehead, tickling slightly. Jiuzhu opened her eyes and blinked at Prince Chen, whose face was now mere inches from hers.

    Prince Chen painted with utmost care, as if he were not merely adorning a woman¡¯s forehead with a huadian, but creating the most exquisite artwork in the world.

    "Twin hearts as one"¡ªsuch was the most beautiful wish people held for love¡¯s outcome.

    Pausing his brush, he met the young maiden¡¯s gaze, his eyes warm as spring sunlight, bright as the moon.

    In that moment, he longed to lean down, kiss her forehead, and pull her into his embrace.

    But he knew he couldn¡¯t¡ªnot now, and certainly not here.

    Instead, he simply gazed at her for a heartbeat longer, then dipped the brush into gold powder, lightly dusting the huadian with a shimmering glow, making the delicate flower even more radiant.

    "Beautiful?" He set the brush aside and held up a bronze mirror for Jiuzhu to see her reflection clearly.

    "Beautiful." Jiuzhu nodded, her smile widening as she admired the huadian in the mirror. "Your Highness painted it so exquisitely."

    "In the future, when we¡­" Prince Chen chuckled softly. "I¡¯ll paint for you again."

    Birds, flowers, insects, fish¡ªevery manner of beauty could one day grace her forehead under his skilled hand.

    "Your Highness is so talented at painting¡ªyou must love it as much as I do," Jiuzhu said, setting the mirror down, delighted to have discovered yet another shared interest. "Why didn¡¯t you say so earlier? We could have painted together long ago."

    Prince Chen: "¡­"

    I didn¡¯t want to shatter your confidence.

    "Your Highness?" Jiuzhu puffed out her cheeks. "You don¡¯t want to?"

    "Who said I don¡¯t?" Prince Chen reached out and poked her rounded cheek. "When spring arrives and flowers bloom, I¡¯ll take you to paint a hundred-flower scroll together."

    If she wanted to paint with him, why bother pouting?

    It ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????wasn¡¯t as if he¡¯d refused.

 Chapter 61

    Night fell, the red candles flickered as Zheng Lanyin adjusted her accessories over and over again.

    "Bai Shao, Hong Mei," she called out twice, but only Bai Shao entered. Preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn''t even notice this. "Has the palace attendant who was supposed to escort me to the banquet not arrived yet?"

    The Quiet Thoughts Pavilion was remote, situated near the three consorts'' palaces in the western part of the palace. Even with all the windows and doors open, she couldn¡¯t hear the music from the New Year¡¯s banquet.

    "In previous years, the banquet would have already begun by now. Is it because I live in such an out-of-the-way place that the attendants haven¡¯t come for me yet?"

    "Do you think this dress looks good on me? Or does it seem too shabby?"

    "My lady." Bai Shao poured Zheng Lanyin a cup of hot tea, but the latter waved it away. "Take it away. I¡¯ve just applied my lip color¡ªI can¡¯t ruin it. Go outside and see if the attendants have arrived yet."

    Tea splashed from the cup onto Bai Shao¡¯s hand, quickly reddening the skin. She wiped the water from her hand and bowed. "Yes, my lady. This servant will go check immediately."

    As she stepped outside, Hong Mei, who was sitting in the courtyard cracking melon seeds, looked up with a mocking smile. "Punished again?"

    Bai Shao pressed a hand to her reddened skin and said nothing.

    "Since we¡¯ve served together for so many years, I¡¯ll give you some advice¡ªfind a new mistress as soon as you can and leave this place." Hong Mei spat out a melon seed shell. "Our mistress has already lost favor. Staying here is just wasting your life."

    "Do we servants have a choice?" Bai Shao glanced at Hong Mei. "Don¡¯t do anything that betrays our mistress."

    "You¡¯re so loyal to her¡ªbut how does she treat you?" Hong Mei stood up and brushed off her clothes. "Back then, she promised to release you from the palace when you turned twenty-five. And now? You¡¯re already twenty-eight, following her to this wretched place, enduring beatings and curses, suffering the disdain of servants from other palaces."

    "Just look at Bright Moon Palace¡ªeven the dog at their gate is treated better than we are."

    "You¡¯d love to serve at Bright Moon Palace, but would they take you?" Bai Shao tried to reason with her. "The palace has no tolerance for disloyal servants, Hong Mei. Don¡¯t bring trouble upon yourself."

    "If you want to be a loyal dog, don¡¯t drag me into it." Hong Mei scoffed, pulling out two taels of silver from her sleeve. "After tonight, I won¡¯t be serving here anymore. Take this money¡ªuse it as you please." S~ea??h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Bai Shao watched as Hong Mei swayed away, then picked up the two taels of silver from the stone table and clenched them in her palm. There were only a few noble consorts in the palace, and Hong Mei was a first-rank palace maid. Even if these consorts wanted to maintain a facade of kindness, none would dare take her in, lest they be accused of kicking someone when they¡¯re down.

    Other than the consorts, who else would dare employ Hong Mei?

    Perhaps¡­ she had secured a position in the Palace Administration Bureau¡ªthe offices of Imperial Wardrobe or Imperial Cuisine might still take her.

    The silver was warm in her hand. Bai Shao tucked it into her sleeve and walked out of the Quiet Thoughts Pavilion, strolling through the palace corridors. On New Year¡¯s Eve, even the maids were allowed to wear rouge and silk flowers, chatting and laughing in small groups.

    Occasionally, laughter drifted over the palace walls. Bai Shao stopped, leaning against the wall to look up at the sky¡ªnothing but darkness and a single red lantern hanging above.

    She knew no one would come to invite her mistress to the banquet. She also knew that if she returned now, her mistress would only vent her anger on her.

    The wind was cold. Pressing a hand to her aching stomach, she thought of that bright-eyed girl¡ªthe one who had draped a cloak over her shoulders.

    Warm, soft, and lightly scented.

    If this palace was an endless thicket of thorns, then that girl was a little magpie that had accidentally landed upon them.

    She had wings of freedom, and a voice that was lively and enchanting.

    "Little Pig Ming." Prince Chen took two steps, then turned to Jiuzhu, who was following behind him. "Tonight, keep Xiangjuan by your side no matter what. Don¡¯t let her leave you for anything."

    Jiuzhu nodded. "Alright."

    "Then let¡¯s go." He glanced toward the main doors of the grand hall, waiting for Jiuzhu to walk beside him before stepping inside.

    "Prince Chen has arrived. County Princess Ming has arrived."

    The hushed chatter in the hall ceased immediately as everyone rose to greet the pair at the entrance, bowing to Prince Chen.

    A few discreetly observed the expressions of Ming Jingzhou and his wife. At the last grand banquet, their daughter had appeared alongside Consort Su. This time, she was entering with Prince Chen. What exactly was the Ming family¡¯s stance toward the imperial princes?

    Sun Caiyao set down her teacup, noticing that the seat Prince Chen had led Ming Jiuzhu to was the foremost position among the county princesses.

    At imperial banquets, seating arrangements were dictated by strict protocol. Ming Jiuzhu, a county princess by imperial favor rather than royal blood, was placed above those with actual royal lineage. Yet, none of the Ministry of Rites officials stepped forward to correct this¡ªinstead, they bowed respectfully to the pair.

    "Fourth Sister-in-law." Princess Consort Jing, seated nearest to her, smiled warmly. "Since this is your first palace banquet as a member of the imperial family, if there¡¯s anything you¡¯re unsure about, don¡¯t hesitate to ask me."

    "Thank you, Third Sister-in-law." Realizing she had been staring at Ming Jiuzhu for too long, Sun Caiyao quickly averted her gaze and nodded politely.

    "See the elderly county princess sitting below County Princess Ming?" Princess Consort Jing¡¯s voice was light and pleasant, her demeanor friendly. "Her great-grandmother was an imperial princess. By her generation, the women of her family should no longer have held any titles. But when His Majesty was in hardship, the old county princess secretly sent supplies to the estate. Later, after His Majesty ascended the throne, she grew close to Consort Su. In recognition of her past kindness, His Majesty granted her the title of county princess as an exception."

    Close to Consort Su?

    Sun Caiyao had some recollection of this elderly county princess. In previous years, she had always occupied the foremost seat among the county princesses. Yet today, she had unhesitatingly taken the second seat.

    The people of the palace were all cunning foxes, masters of reading the winds.

    After giving all necessary instructions¡ªeven peeling two pieces of fruit for Jiuzhu himself¡ªPrince Chen finally stood to leave.

    After two steps, he turned back. "If anyone upsets you, just throw a cup at their face. If it breaks, I¡¯ll take responsibility."

    "Your Highness." Xiangjuan couldn¡¯t help laughing. "Don¡¯t worry. This servant will make sure County Princess Ming is well taken care of."

    Jiuzhu, however, seriously examined the cup in her hand. Such an exquisitely crafted cup¡ªwhat a shame to use it for throwing.

    Xiangjuan noticed her action and suspected that no matter what Prince Chen said, County Princess Ming might actually take it to heart.

    Only after Prince Chen had turned back every few steps and finally walked away did Xiangjuan pour Jiuzhu a cup of tea. Noticing a small embroidered stool under the table, Jiuzhu pulled it out and placed it beside Xiangjuan. "Auntie, sit here."

    "Thank you, County Princess." Xiangjuan sat behind Jiuzhu, her gaze sweeping over the assembled guests with a gentle smile.

    These small stools were meant for the attendants of the nobility, but the strict hierarchies of aristocratic families meant most went unused. Fewer than two or three out of ten servants ever got to sit.

    In a soft voice, Xiangjuan explained the identities of everyone present¡ªmen and women alike¡ªtheir family connections, and their relationships with the imperial household, all laid out clearly.

    Jiuzhu gazed at her with admiration: "Aunt, you''re truly remarkable."

    "As a fourth-rank stewardess of Bright Moon Palace, if I couldn''t handle such matters, how could I have the face to serve Her Highness?" Xiangjuan was amused by Jiuzhu''s worshipful look. A high-ranking palace stewardess like her would be honorably cared for by the imperial family in her old age, and even lower-ranking officials would bow to her.

    Since Her Highness was an imperial consort, even her status as a palace maid was half a rank higher than those serving other concubines.

    Senior palace maids were their mistress''s right-hand women and spokespersons. Some stewardesses and eunuchs even exploited their mistress''s name to secretly extort benefits from the mistress''s family. Since family members couldn¡¯t enter the inner palace freely, even if they were deceived, they remained unaware.

    "His Majesty arrives!"

    After the announcement was called out three times, the court officials and noblewomen rose, straightened their attire, and faced the entrance in unison, bowing deeply: "Long live His Majesty, long live, long, long live!"

    After three bows, Jiuzhu heard the elderly county princess beside her add in a hoarse but firm voice: "Long live Her Highness, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!"

    "Long live Her Highness, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!"

    The elderly county princess glanced at Jiuzhu, and Jiuzhu returned the look. Their voices had harmonized perfectly in the chant.

    The civil officials hesitated, their eyes flickering toward Consort Su, who stood beside the Emperor. The dazzling phoenix hairpin on her head made their eyes ache.

    The imperial relatives had already chanted¡ªshould they follow or not?

    In previous New Year banquets, though Consort Su accompanied the Emperor, the officials had only vaguely greeted her with "We pay respects to Consort Su." Who had set this troublesome precedent this year?

    The hall fell into a brief silence until the Ming brothers, Vice Minister Wu, and the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Rites all raised their hands in salute. Only then did the others snap out of their hesitation.

    "Long live Her Highness, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!"

    This time, more than half of the officials and noblewomen in the hall bowed deeply.

    Seeing the increasingly pleased smile on the Emperor¡¯s face, everyone understood¡ªthis was exactly the outcome His Majesty desired.

    He Tingyu sighed. During the third chant, ignoring Vice Minister Yang¡¯s furious glare, he bowed and echoed: "Long live Her Highness, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years."

    The third chant was thunderous and perfectly synchronized. Emperor Longfeng took Consort Su¡¯s hand and led her to the high seat before addressing the assembly: "We are deeply moved that our ministers share Our sentiments."

    Sentiments?

    What sentiments?

    "Consort Su and I met in our youth. Over the years, she has borne Our sons, managed the inner palace with diligence and humility, never once complaining..."

    Managed the inner palace?

    Since His Majesty¡¯s ascension, when had any new concubines ever entered the harem?

    As for "diligence and humility"¡ªif His Majesty could say it without embarrassment, they could pretend it was true.

    "All these years, Consort Su has stood by Our side, sharing Our burdens, yet We, preoccupied with state affairs, have neglected her."

    The other concubines¡¯ expressions twisted at this. Wasn¡¯t His Majesty either in Taiyang Palace, Bright Moon Palace, or on his way to Bright Moon Palace? How was that neglect?

    The civil officials grew increasingly uneasy. What was His Majesty planning?

    What did he intend to do?

    "Recently, a minister petitioned, stating that the palace cannot remain without an empress. We pondered day and night, unable to sleep, until We had to admit¡ªthis minister spoke wisely."

    The officials exchanged glances, wondering who the meddler was.

    When His Majesty first ascended the throne, he had wanted to enthrone Consort Su as empress, but the opposition had been too strong.

    They had assumed His Majesty¡¯s affection for Consort Su stemmed from their shared years in the princely estate. Once more women entered the palace, his feelings would naturally fade¡ªas all men understood.

    Yet, over a decade into his reign, not a single new concubine had entered the harem. When they blocked his attempt to make Consort Su empress, he simply left the position vacant, allowing her to reign unchallenged.

    Now that His Majesty had consolidated power and controlled the military, none dared raise the issue again, fearing he would finally enthrone Consort Su and they¡¯d be powerless to stop it.

    So who had provoked this?

    The ministers of the Six Ministries exchanged uneasy looks. Ming Jingzhou and Ming Jinghai shared a glance but remained silent.

    His Majesty was clearly fabricating this "petition."

    "Consort Su, virtuous and gracious, is worthy to be Our empress." Emperor Longfeng finally uttered the words the civil officials dreaded: "Tomorrow, We shall take Consort Su to the ancestral temple and proclaim her empress."

    Consort Su¡¯s lashes trembled slightly, but under the scrutiny of the court, she betrayed no emotion, maintaining a composed smile.

    Though she didn¡¯t know when His Majesty had begun planning this, she knew he must have schemed for a long, long time.

    "Your Majesty..."

    "What is it?" When Emperor Longfeng wasn¡¯t smiling, the courtiers remembered¡ªthis was the man who had outmaneuvered all his brothers in the struggle for the throne.

    "First, you forbade Us from naming an empress. Now, you demand We name one." His gaze turned icy. "Or do you believe Our harem must bow to your whims?"

    "We dare not!"

    "Dare not?" The Emperor fell silent, and the hall became deathly still. Many opposed Consort Su¡¯s ascension, but under His Majesty¡¯s imposing presence, none dared speak first.

    Some stole glances at the Ming brothers, but at this critical moment, the two stood motionless, heads bowed as if in meditation.

    Others looked to the fathers of the imperial princes, waiting for their reaction¡ªonly to find them even more deferential than the Mings.

    Had they all gone mad? Once Consort Su became empress, Prince Chen would be the legitimate heir. If His Majesty wished to name him crown prince, it would be indisputable.

    "Tonight is a celebration for ruler and subjects alike. Ministers, do not restrain yourselves." Just as the tension peaked, Emperor Longfeng smiled, once more the benevolent sovereign. "Please, be seated."

    Yun Yanze¡¯s hands trembled within his sleeves, his forehead damp with cold sweat.

    So this was it.

    All these years, while they privately nurtured advisors and conspired with their maternal families, His Majesty had watched silently¡ªall for this moment.

    His Majesty had confined them in the palace. The world knew they were being punished, but none knew their crimes.

    Which of the princes¡¯ maternal families hadn¡¯t made covert moves?

    Uncertain what His Majesty had uncovered, none dared gamble their family¡¯s status and glory. Tonight¡¯s banquet was His Majesty¡¯s wager against these families.

    He bet they wouldn¡¯t dare oppose him. Bet they would fear. Bet they would yield.

    Whether it was the Zhengs, his own mother, or himself¡ªthey were the slaughtered chickens, a warning to the other families and princes, the monkeys dancing in His Majesty¡¯s palm.

    A clich¨¦d tactic, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

    But also the most effective.

    No one wanted to be the slaughtered chicken, even if being a monkey meant ridicule.

    "Your Highness?" Sun Caiyao gently took his hand and offered him a pastry. "Try this delicacy."

    "Thank you." Yun Yanze accepted the pastry, took a small bite, and set it down on his plate. By the time the cold appetizers were served, the pastry remained untouched.

    "County Princess Ming, do try this lotus root sandwich." The elderly county princess seated next to Jiuzhu smiled warmly. "Crispy on the outside, fragrant on the inside¡ªquite delicious."

    "Thank you." Jiuzhu expressed her gratitude and picked up a lotus root sandwich to place in her bowl.

    "County Princess Ming grew up in Lingzhou, did she not? This humble official has heard that Lingzhou is rich in mountains and rivers, renowned for its nine-holed lotus roots. When the segments are broken apart, they pull long, delicate threads. I wonder, which lotus roots produce longer threads¡ªthose from Lingzhou or the capital?"

    Jiuzhu lifted her head, scanning the room for the speaker, but after a full circle, she still couldn''t locate him.

    "County Princess, this humble official is here." Vice Minister Yang, noticing that Ming Jiuzhu had looked everywhere but at him, stood up. "May I ask, County Princess, what is the meaning behind the phrase ''even when the lotus root breaks, its threads remain connected''?"

    Ming Jingzhou set down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and cast a faintly amused glance at the Vice Minister of Revenue.

    As for Prince Chen, seated among the imperial princes, his expression had darkened completely.

    All eyes turned to Ming Jiuzhu. Sun Caiyao expected her to appear uneasy, but she did not. Instead, she sat there calmly, her large eyes filled with innocent confusion, as if she couldn¡¯t understand why such a strange question had been posed.

    "Esteemed sir, my sincerest apologies." Jiuzhu offered Vice Minister Yang a regretful smile. "I was raised in a Daoist temple and have never cultivated lotus roots myself. If you are truly curious, I could write to my elders and seek their wisdom before answering your question."

    "Your Majesty, in this humble official¡¯s view, no matter where the lotus root comes from, once cut, its threads remain connected¡ªyet this does not mean they are truly bound to one another." Vice Minister Yang paid no heed to Jiuzhu¡¯s response. Instead, he clasped his hands and addressed Emperor Longfeng from his elevated seat. "The relationship between Prince Qi and the Zheng family is much the same. From birth, he was their grandson by blood¡ªa circumstance beyond his control. The Zheng family brought their downfall upon themselves, but Prince Qi is blameless. I implore Your Majesty to consider this fairly."

    Jiuzhu finally understood¡ªthis man didn¡¯t care about her answer at all. He had merely used her as a pretext to plead for Prince Qi¡¯s case.

    The people of the capital truly had devious hearts.

    "But the threads can still be broken," Jiuzhu earnestly countered. "If you stand far enough apart when pulling them, they will snap. If they don¡¯t, it simply means you haven¡¯t stepped back far enough."

    Vice Minister Yang turned to stare at her, taken aback that the Ming family¡¯s daughter would speak up at such a moment.

    A clever person would have known to stay silent.

    "Sir, you must not have spent much time in the kitchen," Jiuzhu remarked kindly when she noticed his gaze. "But don¡¯t worry¡ªyou¡¯ll understand with practice."

    Vice Minister Yang stiffened. "Thank you, County Princess, for enlightening this humble official."

    Now, will you finally shut up?

    "You¡¯re welcome." Jiuzhu beamed. "If you¡¯re still unsure, you could always try breaking one yourself."

    Ignoring her, Vice Minister Yang strode to the center of the hall and addressed Emperor Longfeng loudly, "Your Majesty, I beseech you to restore the fourth prince¡¯s title. Do not let outsiders come between the bond of father and son!"

    Originally, he had intended to use the metaphor of the lotus root¡¯s threads to sway the emperor emotionally. But this carefully laid plan had been derailed from the start by Ming Jiuzhu, leaving everything awkward and disjointed.

    He had assumed a young girl raised in a remote prefecture, neglected by her family and timid by nature, would be easy to manipulate. Instead, she had completely disrupted his rhythm.

    Had he known this would happen, he would never have chosen her as his pawn.

    "It¡¯s the New Year¡¯s celebration¡ªI had hoped to settle accounts after the festivities. Yet some insist on rushing the matter." Ming Jingzhou smiled faintly, his fingers brushing against something hidden in his robes as he waited for Vice Minister Yang to continue.

    Ming Jinghai sipped his wine in silence. His younger brother had always been one to conceal daggers behind a smile. Whatever was about to unfold, he had likely anticipated it long ago.

    Vice Minister Yang was impulsive by nature and held Prince Qi in high esteem. If he had heard rumors about the prince, it was no surprise he would seize the New Year¡¯s banquet to plead for leniency.

    But for Prince Qi at this moment, this was no plea¡ªit was a shove straight into the fire.

    "Vice Minister Yang, today is a banquet of reunion, a family gathering. Matters of court can wait until the new year begins." Emperor Longfeng raised a hand to silence him. "It seems the vice minister has had too much to drink. Perhaps he should step outside to sober up."

    "Your Majesty, this humble official is not drunk." Vice Minister Yang waved off the eunuchs who moved to assist him. "Your Majesty calls this a family banquet¡ªyet Prince Qi is your son. Why should his affairs not be discussed here?"

    Consort Su glanced at Yun Yanze, whose face had turned ashen. Were it not for the emperor beside her, she might have laughed aloud. Perhaps even Yun Yanze hadn¡¯t anticipated that Vice Minister Yang¡¯s bluntness was a double-edged sword¡ªone that could wound others just as easily as himself.

    "Prince Qi is virtuous, humble, and considerate of his subordinates. His filial devotion to Your Majesty is unwavering. How could Your Majesty bear to cast aside such devotion for the sake of other princes?" Vice Minister Yang declared boldly. "Your Majesty¡¯s actions have stirred not only this humble official¡¯s sympathy but that of many others as well."

    The ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????officials seated near Vice Minister Yang shrank back in their seats. Whoever these "others" were, they certainly weren¡¯t among them.

    As for the "other princes" in question, Prince Chen merely sipped his wine with a faint smile, waiting for the next act of this performance.

    "Imperial Father." Yun Yanze knew he could no longer let Vice Minister Yang continue. Before the eyes of the court, he had to step forward and make his stance clear.

    "Your Majesty." Ming Jingzhou, seeing Yun Yanze rise, stood as well. "This humble official believes Vice Minister Yang makes a valid point. Prince Qi is your son¡ªthere is nothing about him that cannot be discussed at a family banquet."

    He Tingyu stared at Ming Jingzhou in disbelief. This wasn¡¯t like him. Vice Minister Yang was straightforward to the point of recklessness, but Ming Jingzhou was never one to act rashly.

    With Ming Jingzhou now involved, the entire hall fell silent, an uneasy tension settling over the room.

    "Before entering the palace, this humble official uncovered certain matters related to the Zheng family and Consort Zheng. Out of consideration for Prince Qi, I chose to remain silent rather than expose his family¡¯s misdeeds on New Year¡¯s Eve." Ming Jingzhou withdrew a thick stack of documents from his robes¡ªloan agreements, testimonies of land seizures, even evidence of Consort Zheng bribing officials of the imperial stables.

    "In the fifth year of Longfeng, Consort Zheng feigned grave illness to summon Prince Qi to her side, all while secretly sending assassins to Lingzhou to kill Consort Su and Prince Chen. Fortunately, Consort Su, in her kindness, rescued a drowning girl along the way and altered her travel plans."

    "In the sixth year of Longfeng, the Zheng family seized over a hundred acres of farmland, leaving dozens of families homeless."

    "In the eighth year of Longfeng, the Zheng family accepted five thousand taels of silver in bribes to secure a magistrate¡¯s position for an unqualified candidate."

    "In the tenth year of Longfeng, Consort Zheng beat a palace maid to death, then concealed the crime by claiming the girl had died of illness. Her family still waits for her return."

    "In the spring of the eleventh year of Longfeng, two eunuchs in Consort Zheng¡¯s palace died suddenly under mysterious circumstances."

    "In the year of Longfeng..."

    As Ming Jingzhou listed each piece of evidence one by one, the grand hall fell so silent that even the sound of breathing could no longer be heard.

    Before the assembled imperial relatives, court officials, and noblewomen, he laid bare every crime committed by the birth mother and maternal family of Prince Qi, stripping away all hope of the prince ever ascending the throne.

    Unless every other imperial prince were to perish, the throne would forever remain beyond Prince Qi¡¯s reach¡ªeven if he himself had little to do with these transgressions.

    "Minister," Zhou Rui swallowed hard, shrinking his neck as he whispered to Li En, "What¡¯s gotten into Brother Ming?"

    To publicly humiliate Prince Qi, tearing apart both his dignity and reputation in front of so many, was an act even more ruthless than a feud steeped in blood.

    Never before had Ming Jingzhou shown any hostility toward Prince Qi. Why today, of all days, was he dragging the prince through the mud with such ferocity?

    Ming Jingzhou continued enumerating the crimes of Consort Zheng and the Zheng family, down to the last detail¡ªeven their unpaid debt of two hundred taels of silver to a fabric merchant.

    "Your Majesty, here are the evidence and testimonies I have gathered." After presenting the full list of charges, Ming Jingzhou bowed deeply to Emperor Longfeng. "I implore Your Majesty to punish these corrupt officials severely, as a warning to others, and to deliver justice to the people."

    As the thick stack of evidence was placed into the emperor¡¯s hands, the onlookers couldn¡¯t help but wonder¡ªwasn¡¯t Ming Jingzhou the Vice Minister of Rites, not the Vice Minister of Justice or a judge of the Court of Judicial Review?

    As if this weren¡¯t enough, Ming Jingzhou lifted his gaze to Yun Yanze, whose face had turned ashen. "Your Highness, my daughter once said something quite fitting: ''There is no lotus root thread that cannot be severed¡ªonly a cook who lacks diligence.'' I hope Your Highness will not resent this humble official for exposing these matters today. My actions were not directed against you, but for the sake of the people."

    "Your Highness, known for your magnanimity and compassion toward the common folk, surely understands the fervor that drives me." He turned to Vice Minister Yang, who stood frozen in shock, and sighed. "Had it not been for Vice Minister Yang, I would not have chosen this moment to speak."

    Brutal. Absolutely brutal.

    Not only had he slapped the prince across the face, but he also demanded the prince declare it didn¡¯t hurt.

    Prince Qi glanced at Ming Jingzhou and forced out a reply, "Minister Ming is not at fault. The wrongdoing lies with my maternal family."

    "Not just the Zheng family," Ming Jingzhou added with a faint smile. "Your Highness¡¯s birth mother, Consort Zheng, is also at fault."

    "Father." Prince Qi dropped to his knees before Emperor Longfeng, his mind too dazed to care how the others were looking at him. He pressed his forehead to the floor, unable to even muster a plea for mercy.

    If Ming Jingzhou dared to expose all this before the court, he must have irrefutable proof.

    Out of the corner of his eye, Prince Qi noticed Ming Jiuzhu, seated at the head of the county princesses¡¯ section, picking up a piece of lotus root fritter and eating it.

    As if none of the drama unfolding in the grand hall mattered as much as the dish before her.

    Sensing his gaze, she looked up and met his eyes.

 Chapter 62

    Jiuzhu noticed the Prince of Qi County looking at her.

    She set down her chopsticks and met his gaze, blinking innocently.

    His family''s crimes had nothing to do with her¡ªglaring at her was pointless.

    "Fourth Brother..." Prince Chen, noticing Yun Yanze staring at Jiuzhu, rose to taunt him.

    "Prince Chen, there''s no need to plead for the Fourth Prince." Ming Jinghai, who had been silently sipping wine, stood and cut him off. "The state has its laws, and the family has its rules. Your Highness must understand."

    Emperor Longfeng motioned for Prince Chen to remain silent. "Du Qing, I know you value kinship, but today¡¯s matter cannot be decided by sentiment."

    Consort Su lightly rested her hand on the emperor¡¯s shoulder. "Your Majesty, you know Du Qing¡¯s nature¡ªhe cherishes family above all. Lately, he¡¯s been secluded in the palace and knows nothing of the outside world."

    Prince Chen closed his mouth and stepped back.

    He understood¡ªtonight was not his place to speak. He had overstepped.

    Yun Yanze withdrew his gaze and prostrated himself before the emperor. "Father¡­ this son¡­ this son¡­"

    His words dissolved into sobs, so heart-wrenching that even the hardest heart would ache at his pain and helplessness. Yet, the crimes of the Zheng Family and Concubine Zheng were unforgivable.

    "Vice Minister Yang." After silencing Prince Chen, Ming Jinghai showed no signs of stopping. He approached the dazed Vice Minister Yang. "Earlier, you asked my niece about the difference between Lingzhou lotus roots and those from the capital. Now, I¡¯ll answer you."

    "Lotus roots are lotus roots, no matter where they¡¯re from. Whether the fibers are long or short doesn¡¯t matter¡ªwhat matters is that they taste good." Ming Jinghai rolled up his sleeves, causing Vice Minister Yang to flinch.

    Others might roll their sleeves as a bluff, but Ming Jinghai could¡ªand would¡ªthrow a punch.

    Seeing this, Ming Jinghai sneered. "Just like all of us officials here. As long as we¡¯re loyal to His Majesty, care for the people, and fulfill our duties, we¡¯re good officials. Must we also divide ourselves by ancestral homes, north or south?"

    "Vice Minister Yang, as a court official, you blindly accused His Majesty¡ªthat is disloyalty. You only lamented Prince of Qi County¡¯s plight while ignoring the suffering of the people oppressed by the Zheng Family¡ªthat is inhumanity. Tell me, how can such a disloyal and inhumane man hold office?" Ming Jinghai pointed around the hall. "Today was meant to be a reunion for all of us. Jingzhou obtained evidence but did not reveal it publicly. His Majesty, despite his grief upon learning his consort and son were nearly assassinated, suppressed his anger. For what?"

    "For the sake of a peaceful and joyous New Year¡¯s Eve. For the harmony between ruler and subjects, for unity and joy. Yet you ruined it all. Do you feel no remorse?"

    Under Ming Jinghai¡¯s relentless accusations, Vice Minister Yang was left speechless. Whether it was Ming Jinghai¡¯s overwhelming presence or the shock of the Zheng Family¡¯s atrocities, Vice Minister Yang collapsed to his knees before Emperor Longfeng.

    "Your Majesty¡­ this humble official admits his wrongdoing." Vice Minister Yang muttered his plea, though he wasn¡¯t entirely sure what his crime was.

    "Your Majesty." Ming Jinghai glanced at the kneeling man. "Though Vice Minister Yang harbors no malice, he is impulsive and lacks discernment. The Ministry of Revenue oversees the empire¡¯s taxes and requires meticulous caution. Thus, this official believes Vice Minister Yang is unfit for the Ministry of Revenue."

    The Minister of Revenue¡¯s expression flickered. He hesitated, considering whether to plead for his subordinate, but seeing the emperor¡¯s thoughtful nod at Ming Jinghai¡¯s words, he abandoned the idea.

    Ming Jinghai was now the Minister of Personnel and deeply trusted by the emperor. There was no need to antagonize him for a mere subordinate.

    "Jinghai, where do you suggest Vice Minister Yang be reassigned?" Emperor Longfeng ignored his prostrate son and instead patiently awaited Ming Jinghai¡¯s reply.

    "This official recalls that the Assistant Prefect of Lingzhou is elderly and recently submitted his resignation. Since Vice Minister Yang is so curious about Lingzhou¡¯s lotus roots, let him take the post." Ming Jinghai cupped his hands. "May Your Majesty grant Vice Minister Yang¡¯s wish to explore Lingzhou¡¯s local customs."

    What a ruthless demotion¡ªfrom a third-rank vice minister to a sixth-rank assistant prefect. Even market grannies haggling over vegetables weren¡¯t this harsh.

    "Very well." Emperor Longfeng nodded. "After the New Year, Vice Minister Yang shall depart for Lingzhou."

    "Vice Minister Yang, why don¡¯t you thank His Majesty?" Ming Jinghai raised his voice. "His Majesty is so considerate¡ªhe sends you to Lingzhou to satisfy your curiosity. Yet you show no such consideration for His Majesty. Truly lamentable."

    "Elder Brother, Vice Minister Yang is drunk." Ming Jingzhou interjected. "Your Majesty, wine often leads to impropriety. Please show mercy and have someone escort him home to rest."

    From now on, he would never attend another palace banquet.

    After Vice Minister Yang was led away, the Ming brothers glanced at the weeping Prince of Qi County before retreating to their seats.

    The rest was up to the emperor.

    The hall was unnervingly quiet¡ªso quiet that Jiuzhu hesitated to reach for more food.

    She whispered to Xiangjuan, "Auntie, the Prince of Qi County just glared at me again."

    So his tears were an act. A truly grieving man wouldn¡¯t have the focus to spare for others.

    Xiangjuan smiled. Beneath the imperial roof, everyone was performing.

    The Prince of Qi County¡¯s sobs grew hoarse. Emperor Longfeng finished reviewing the evidence presented by Ming Jingzhou and looked down at his son. "Fourth Son, did you know of the crimes committed by the Zheng Family and your mother?"

    "Father, this son¡­ this son was unaware. But this son failed to notice and neglected his duty to advise. This son is guilty." Yun Yanze sensed someone kneeling beside him. He glanced at Sun Caiyao, then quickly lowered his head and kowtowed. "Father, this son is unworthy of his title. Please strip this son of his princely rank."

    A clever retreat¡ªwith the Zheng Family and Zheng Lanyin¡¯s crimes exposed, lowering his stance would at least earn him a reputation for repentance and accountability.

    Consort Su chuckled, her eyes glinting with the practiced allure of a scheming concubine. "No matter your rank, you are still the emperor¡¯s child. Fourth Prince, rise. Your face is bruised¡ªyour princess must be heartbroken."

    She bent to help Sun Caiyao up, gently clasping her hand. "Fourth Princess, comfort your husband when you return. Ease his sorrow."

    Consort Su¡¯s hands were soft, but to Sun Caiyao, they felt like a serpent¡¯s coils.

    The woman before her¡ªsmiling sweetly¡ªmerged in her mind with the madwoman from her dreams, the one who had tormented every prince. Fear swelled in her chest. If not for the watching crowd, she would have yanked her hand away.

    Others noted how effortlessly Consort Su addressed Yun Yanze as "Fourth Prince," without hesitation. They sighed inwardly¡ªhis title was as good as lost.

    Such a talented and virtuous prince, brought low by his maternal family¡¯s sins. Truly pitiable.

    However, the officials who supported Yun Yanze had not given up hope. As long as the Emperor did not explicitly revoke the title of "Fourth Prince," there was still room for negotiation.

    "Your Majesty," Consort Su released Sun Caiyao''s hand and smiled warmly at Emperor Longfeng. "Please allow the Fourth Prince to rise. The urgent matter now is to settle the crimes of the Zheng Family and Concubine Zheng."

    Lady Shen curled her lips slightly. With just a few words, Consort Su had thoroughly condemned Concubine Zheng and her faction. Truly befitting a favored consort¡ªshe showed no mercy when dealing with her enemies.

    It seemed that unless the Zheng Family and Concubine Zheng were punished tonight, Consort Su would not relent.

    And rightly so. If she were Su Meidai, she wouldn¡¯t miss such an opportunity either. The stage had been set for her¡ªif she didn¡¯t know how to step up, that would be the real problem.

    Emperor Longfeng took Consort Su¡¯s hand and looked down at Yun Yanze. "Fourth Son, are you truly unaware of all this?"

    "Your son knows nothing."

    "Good." The Emperor closed his eyes briefly, wrapping Consort Su¡¯s hand in his own. "Liu Zhongbao, help the Fourth Prince up."

    The words "Fourth Prince" spoken from his lips were tantamount to a death sentence for Yun Yanze.

    A prince who had already come of age and married, reduced from a titled noble to a mere prince with no authority¡ªthis was the Emperor¡¯s blunt declaration to the world that he had abandoned him.

    "Your Majesty!" Several officials from the Ministry of Revenue, along with others who favored Yun Yanze, stepped forward. "Your Majesty, we beg you to reconsider!"

    "Yanze," Emperor Longfeng ignored the ministers. "They ask me to revoke my decree. What do you think I should do?"

    Yun Yanze¡¯s hands, hidden in his sleeves, clenched into fists. His eyes reddened as he kowtowed. "Your son is unworthy of the title. I beg Your Majesty to grant me this mercy."

    "Very well, I grant your wish." The Emperor turned his indifferent gaze to the pleading officials. "I am merely fulfilling my son¡¯s request. Must you interfere in matters between father and son?"

    The ministers knew then that the Fourth Prince¡¯s fate was sealed.

    "We dare not, Your Majesty."

    "The Zheng Family has committed countless atrocities, their crimes too numerous to record. Without punishment, the people¡¯s anger will not be appeased," Emperor Longfeng declared. "The head of the Zheng Family shall be executed publicly. All descendants of the Zheng Family shall be registered as slaves. Males over the age of twelve shall be exiled three thousand li, never to return to the capital. For three generations, none shall leave the slave registry."

    "As for Concubine Zheng¡­" The Emperor sighed. "After midnight tonight, she shall be granted a white silk cord."

    "Father!" Yun Yanze¡¯s eyes widened in shock. He crawled forward on his knees, clutching the Emperor¡¯s legs. "I beg for mercy¡ªspare my mother¡¯s life!"

    "Your mother has taken more than ten lives, including that of your elder sister¡¯s birth mother." Emperor Longfeng placed the evidence presented by Ming Jingzhou into Yun Yanze¡¯s hands. "How can I possibly spare her?"

    Among the princesses seated at the banquet, one sitting toward the back covered her face as tears fell. She had lost her mother long ago. The maids who served her had said her mother fell ill and died shortly after giving birth to her. She had always believed her mother¡¯s death was due to childbirth¡ªnever imagining it was Lady Zheng who had killed her.

    When others had their mothers by their side, she had none.

    When others sought comfort from their mothers, she had none.

    Even on her wedding day, it was Consort Su who had overseen everything.

    How could a prince like Yun Yanze, with a mother and a powerful maternal family, understand the hardships of a motherless child in the palace?

    She lifted her head and glared hatefully at Yun Yanze. All of this was his mother¡¯s doing.

    "Fourth Princess Consort, accompany the Fourth Prince outside for a walk," Consort Su said gently to Sun Caiyao. "If you ever face difficulties in the future, you may come to me."

    Yun Yanze clutched the yellowed evidence, stumbling out of the hall under the weight of countless gazes. A gust of wind scattered the papers into the air, sending them drifting in all directions.

    He snapped back to awareness, frantically reaching out to catch them, but the wind carried the pages beyond his grasp, some even fluttering back into the hall.

    No one dared to look at the contents, nor did anyone dare pick them up.

    One sheet landed on Jiuzhu¡¯s table. She reached out.

    Xiangjuan opened her mouth as if to stop her, but seeing the paper already in Jiuzhu¡¯s hand, she swallowed her words.

    [In the twentieth year of Xiande, Consort Wang gave birth to a daughter. Due to her conflict with Lady Zheng¡­]

    "County Princess Jiuzhu." Yun Yanze stood beside her, holding a handful of aged papers. "Thank you for retrieving this. Please return it to me."

    Jiuzhu looked up at him. His hair was disheveled, his sleeves stained with mud, his face paler than the paper in his hands.

    She glanced down at the sheet in her hand, her eyes skimming the words.

    [Lady Zheng, consumed by hatred, killed her.]

    In that moment, the paper felt as cold and chilling as snow. It slipped from her fingers, spiraling through the air before landing at Yun Yanze¡¯s feet.

    To everyone watching, it appeared as though she had deliberately humiliated him.

    "County Princess," Sun Caiyao stepped forward, bending to pick up the yellowed page. "The winter air is cold¡ªdo not let your hands freeze. Dropping something is one thing, but if you accidentally hurt yourself, that would be most unfortunate."

    Yun Yanze took the paper from Sun Caiyao¡¯s hands and said quietly, "Let¡¯s go."

    Once outside, his entire body trembled. He crushed the evidence into a crumpled ball before turning to Sun Caiyao. "Return with the servants. I wish to walk alone."

    "My Lord, let me accompany you¡ª"

    "No need!" Realizing his tone had been too sharp, he softened his expression. "Caiyao, I just need some time alone. Go back first, alright?"

    "Very well." Reluctantly, she agreed, knowing he did not want her with him at this moment.

    Yun Yanze walked westward until he reached the gate of Qianyi Pavilion. The red lanterns on either side swayed in the wind. As he stepped onto the stairs, he heard his mother¡¯s furious shouts from inside.

    He paused, listening silently.

    Gradually, his expression calmed. He turned to leave¡ªonly to see Bai Shao emerging from the room, her face covered.

    "My Lord." Bai Shao hurriedly bowed upon seeing him. "Please wait a moment. This servant will inform Her Ladyship."

    "No need." He stopped her, noticing the reddened slap mark on her cheek. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Where is Hong Mei? Why are you alone?"

    Bai Shao shook her head without answering.

    Yun Yanze saw her disheveled hair and crooked hairpin, realizing the force of his mother¡¯s slap must have been brutal. "Tomorrow, I will ask Consort Su to transfer you to Zhangliu Palace."

    "But Her Ladyship¡ª"

    He did not answer, turning away and disappearing into the night.

    Behind him, his mother¡¯s enraged screams echoed once more.

    In the darkness, Yun Yanze wiped away a single tear and strode away.

    Bai Shao pressed a hand to her stinging cheek, listening to her mistress¡¯s furious cries. A terrible premonition settled in her heart.

    Two hours later, when she saw the eunuchs carrying the white silk cord into Qianyi Pavilion, she finally understood why Yun Yanze¡¯s expression had been so grim¡ªand why he had told her to go to Zhangliu Palace.

    After listening to the eunuch finish reciting the Emperor¡¯s oral decree, Bai Shao stared blankly at her mistress, who was laughing and crying in turns, her mind dazed as she wondered how things had come to this.

    "I want to see His Majesty! I don¡¯t believe it!" Zheng Lanyin shoved away the burly eunuchs trying to restrain her. In her frenzy, her strength was unimaginable. "This is all Su Meidai¡¯s scheme! The Emperor would never kill me!"

    "It is I who want your life. No one else is involved." Emperor Longfeng stepped into Qianyi Pavilion. The two of them had not spoken properly in years, and the way he looked at her was as if she were a stranger. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Even a day as husband and wife binds us for a hundred days of kindness, Your Majesty." Zheng Lanyin wept bitterly. "Why are you so heartless to me?"

    "Do you remember the saying, ¡®Husband and wife are birds in the same forest, but when disaster strikes, each flies their own way¡¯?" Emperor Longfeng gazed at her. "If I were truly heartless, there would have been no Consort Ning in the palace when I ascended the throne."

    Zheng Lanyin stared at him in terror, scrambling backward on her hands and feet. "No, it wasn¡¯t me! I never said those words back then. Your Majesty, I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong! Please, spare me! I don¡¯t want to die¡ªI really don¡¯t want to die!"

    Over a decade ago, she had indeed said those very words to her family.

    "Lanyin, are you truly resolved to collaborate with us from within and seize control of the prince¡¯s residence? You won¡¯t regret it?"

    "Why should I regret it? ¡®Husband and wife are birds in the same forest, but when disaster strikes, each flies their own way.¡¯ Besides, he was never the one I fancied. If not for the family¡¯s interests, why would I have endured such humiliation?"

    "I know you married into the prince¡¯s residence for the sake of your family. As a woman, you had no choice." Emperor Longfeng sighed. "Under the weight of imperial power, both of us were mere pawns back then. I never intended to make things difficult for you."

    "But you made too many mistakes." Emperor Longfeng closed his eyes. "It was I who favored Meidai and Du Qing. If you must hate someone, hate me. If you become a vengeful ghost after death, come for me."

    With that, he turned and left.

    "Yun Yixing!" Zheng Lanyin shrieked. "You were just luckier than your Third Brother! That¡¯s all!"

    "You¡¯re right." Emperor Longfeng paused and glanced back at her. "I was luckier than all the princes. That¡¯s why I am the final victor."

    "No, no!" Zheng Lanyin¡¯s eyes widened, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. "It was you¡­ it was you¡­"

    Emperor Longfeng gave her one last look, then draped the cloak Liu Zhongbao handed over his shoulders. "Let¡¯s go."

    "Your Majesty," Liu Zhongbao asked with a smile, "where to?"

    "You old fool, of course to Bright Moon Palace." The Emperor boarded the imperial carriage. "On New Year¡¯s Eve, one should be with family. Summon Du Qing as well. If he refuses to come, he won¡¯t get his New Year¡¯s money this year."

    "Your Majesty, His Highness might take a while to return to Bright Moon Palace. This old servant just saw him accompanying the County Ming toward the Vermilion Bird Gate."

    Emperor Longfeng smiled faintly. "Let him be."

    After all, a grown son no longer heeds his father.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu looked ahead. "The Vermilion Bird Gate is just up ahead. My father and mother are waiting for me outside. You should head back now."

    "This prince knows the Vermilion Bird Gate is ahead." Prince Chen chuckled. "Look up."

    Jiuzhu raised her head just as a loud bang echoed, and the sky blossomed with dazzling fireworks.

    The flames painted her face crimson, and she stared unblinkingly. "Your Highness, did you set these off just for me?"

    "The palace sets off fireworks every New Year¡¯s Eve after midnight. Many places in the capital can see them."

    "Oh." Jiuzhu nodded. So they weren¡¯t just for her.

    "Those weren¡¯t, but these are." Prince Chen raised his hand, and a servant eunuch stepped forward with a pile of firecrackers.

    ¡®With firecrackers ringing out the old year, the spring breeze brings warmth into the wine.¡¯ He placed one firecracker on the ground. "Little Piggy Jiuzhu, light this firecracker, and it¡¯ll be a new year. May all your wishes come true, and may you live in peace and joy."

    He tied the firestarter to a long stick and handed it to her. "Here, give it a try."

    Jiuzhu¡¯s heart raced with excitement and fear as she shakily extended the stick, trying to light the fuse. But her hand wobbled, and she couldn¡¯t quite manage it.

    "Never played with firecrackers before?"

    Jiuzhu shook her head. "Never."

    Seeing her clumsiness, Prince Chen gently steadied her wrist. "I¡¯ll teach you. Once this fuse is lit, we run. Got it?"

    "Mm!" Jiuzhu nodded, staring intently at the fuse as if facing a great enemy.

    Fizz!

    The fuse caught fire. She dropped the stick, grabbed Prince Chen¡¯s hand, and bolted.

    "Don¡¯t be scared." Prince Chen opened his cloak and wrapped it around Jiuzhu, covering her completely.

    Boom!

    The firecracker exploded in a burst of light.

    "We did it!" Jiuzhu peeked out from the cloak, pointing excitedly at the spot where the firecracker had gone off. "That was so loud!"

    "Fun?" Prince Chen looked down at the girl practically nestled in his arms and laughed.

    "Very fun!" Jiuzhu tugged his sleeve. "Your Highness, let¡¯s light another one, okay?"

    "Alright." Prince Chen picked up the firestarter and handed it to her. "This time, do it yourself."

    "Mm-hmm!" Jiuzhu blew on the firestarter a few times until it flared to life, then shakily lit the next firecracker.

    This time, she managed to ignite the fuse on her own. With a yelp, she spun around and dashed straight toward Prince Chen without a second thought.

    Seeing her run toward him, Prince Chen opened his cloak once more.

    The girl barreled straight into his chest.

    Laughing, he wrapped her tightly in the cloak as the firecracker exploded¡ªits sound echoing like the pounding of his own heart.

    "Your Highness, you should light a couple too!" Jiuzhu nudged him. "Go on, hurry!"

    Prince Chen took the firestarter. "This prince can light three at once. Want to see?"

    "Yes!" Jiuzhu set out three firecrackers, hesitated, then took one back. She glanced at him. "Your Highness, maybe just two? Three is too many."

    "Little Piggy, are you underestimating me?" Prince Chen stepped closer and replaced the firecracker. "Stand back. I¡¯ll show you what a real firecracker master looks like."

    Jiuzhu scampered away, covering her ears. "Your Highness, be careful!"

    Prince ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Chen waved dismissively, swiftly lit all three fuses, then stood and turned to Jiuzhu.

    Three explosions rang out in succession. Jiuzhu lowered her hands from her ears and gazed at the elegant young man standing amidst the sparks, murmuring softly to herself, "Your Highness¡­ is so handsome."

    "What was that?" Prince Chen walked over and noticed her flushed cheeks.

    She shook her head vigorously. "Nothing!"

    "Eyes darting around, looking so guilty¡ªand you claim it was nothing?" Prince Chen poked her cheek teasingly. "Little Piggy Jiuzhu, do you think this prince is easily fooled?"

    "No, no!" Jiuzhu covered her face to block his poking, but when she couldn¡¯t escape, she finally buried her face in his chest again.

    Thump, thump, thump.

    Those weren¡¯t firecrackers¡ªit was the sound of his heartbeat.

    Jiuzhu lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes shimmering. "Your Highness¡­"

    She wanted to say, Your heartbeat is so loud.

    "You silly little fool." Prince Chen chuckled, his laughter tender and restrained, like peach blossoms blooming across a mountainside.

 Chapter 63

    Yun Yanze stood beneath the towering palace walls, watching Yun Duqing and Ming Jiuzhu in the distance. The night breeze carried their laughter, so vibrant that even the crackling of firecrackers couldn¡¯t drown it out.

    Such was the way of the world¡ªjoy and sorrow forever intertwined.

    He slumped down against the wall and gazed up at the fireworks bursting across the sky, his mind blank. Those dazzling explosions had buried his mother¡¯s death, yet he hadn¡¯t even mustered the courage to see her one last time.

    "Yanze, you must study hard and become the most outstanding prince."

    "Be obedient, and only then will your father favor you."

    "Yanze, you are all of your mother¡¯s hopes. You must become the Crown Prince, the most exalted man in the Great Cheng Empire."

    "How I hate this¡­ how I hate it all¡­"

    By the time the firecrackers faded and he snapped back to reality, Yun Duqing had already left. Ming Jiuzhu stood holding a palace lantern, followed by a few eunuchs and maids.

    "County Princess, there seems to be someone over there."

    A eunuch spotted him: "This lowly servant will go and see."

    "Don¡¯t." Jiuzhu stopped the eunuch. She looked at the indistinct figure huddled by the wall. On a night meant for reunion, leaving someone alone in their solitude was the greatest kindness one could offer. "Let¡¯s go. No one should disturb him."

    Watching the young girl and her attendants depart, Yun Yanze rose to his feet. He glanced once more at the fireworks still blooming in the sky before turning and vanishing into the night.

    At Qianyi Pavilion, Zheng Lanyin clutched a white silk cord in her hands, staring at the flickering fireworks outside the window, her heart still seething with resentment. But the burly eunuchs paid no heed. They dragged her forward, looping the cord around her neck.

    Terrified, she clawed at the silk, tears and snot streaming down her face, all traces of her former elegance and dignity gone.

    "Concubine Zheng," one eunuch sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Make your peace. If you keep struggling, you¡¯ll only bring ruin upon the Fourth Prince."

    "How dare you kill me? I am the Fourth Prince¡¯s birth mother!" Zheng Lanyin seemed to find a shred of defiance. "You lowly, worthless dogs¡ªnone of you can touch me!"

    Unfazed by her insults, the eunuchs tightened the cord with brutal force. As her struggles weakened, one of them smirked. "Ah, we forgot to tell you earlier. Not only has His Majesty stripped the Fourth Prince of all his titles, but tomorrow, he will take the Noble Consort to the ancestral temple to be crowned as Empress!"

    Zheng Lanyin¡¯s eyes bulged. She thrashed violently for a moment before her body stilled, her lifeless eyes staring wide.

    "Even in death, she thought she could use the Fourth Prince as a shield. With a mother and maternal family like hers, that prince is truly cursed." The eunuch checked her pulse. "She¡¯s dead. Let¡¯s report back."

    "Honorable Eunuchs, please!" Bai Shao rushed in, pressing silver into the lead eunuch¡¯s hands. "Grant this servant a moment to tidy my mistress¡¯s appearance."

    The eunuch tossed the silver in his palm, smirking. "Loyal to the end, aren¡¯t you? Fine, go ahead."

    "Thank you, Honorable Eunuchs." Bai Shao bowed before approaching Zheng Lanyin¡¯s corpse.

    The eunuchs scoffed. Once a proud palace matron, now no different from a drowned dog.

    Outside the Vermilion Bird Gate, Ming Jingzhou and Lady Shen waited for some time before their daughter came skipping toward them, trailed by a few eunuchs carrying lanterns, their steps cautious and deferential.

    "Careful, don¡¯t trip," Lady Shen said, steadying Jiuzhu. Catching the faint scent of gunpowder on her, she guided her to sit. "Did you have fun with Prince Chen?"

    When Jiuzhu nodded, Lady Shen wasn¡¯t surprised. Of course, it was Prince Chen who had delayed her daughter¡¯s departure.

    "Sit properly. Let¡¯s go home." Lady Shen drew the carriage curtains, shutting out the eunuchs¡¯ prying eyes. S§×arch* The N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    The wheels creaked as the carriage rolled forward. Remembering the events at the banquet, Jiuzhu turned to Ming Jingzhou. "Father, why did so many plead for the Fourth Prince¡¯s mercy, even though his mother and maternal family committed such grave crimes?"

    "They weren¡¯t pleading for him¡ªthey were pleading for their own futures," Ming Jingzhou answered honestly. "What do you think of the Fourth Prince?"

    Jiuzhu shook her head. "He is fair-faced, refined, and courteous¡ªa true gentleman. But I don¡¯t like him."

    "Because you recognized that steward from the Zheng family who tried to harm you?"

    "No." She frowned. "Even the first time I saw him, something felt¡­ off."

    Though she couldn¡¯t explain why.

    "In life, you¡¯ll always meet people you dislike at first sight¡ªor those you can never forget," Lady Shen said, stroking her daughter¡¯s hair. "Don¡¯t dwell on it. Stay close to those you like, and keep your distance from those you don¡¯t. There¡¯s no need to force yourself."

    Jiuzhu smiled. "I understand."

    Sometimes, fate simply didn¡¯t align.

    "To those officials, the Fourth Prince is the epitome of propriety¡ªgentle, scholarly, and respectful of civil officials. To them, he is the ideal candidate for the throne." Ming Jingzhou chuckled dryly. "Prince Huai is close to the military, Prince An and Prince Jing are unremarkable, and Prince Chen¡¯s temperament¡­"

    Jiuzhu looked up at him.

    "Prince Chen is¡­ self-assured and not easily controlled by the civil officials." Under his daughter¡¯s gaze, Ming Jingzhou softened his words. He knew the games these officials played, but his loyalty lay solely with the Emperor.

    "So they don¡¯t truly admire the Fourth Prince¡ªthey just think he¡¯s¡­ suitable?"

    "Perhaps the Fourth Prince merely lets them believe he is." Ming Jingzhou sighed. "All men have their own ambitions."

    Himself included.

    Jiuzhu ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????was silent for a moment. "But if the Fourth Prince isn¡¯t what they imagine, won¡¯t they regret it?"

    "Jiuzhu, have you heard of an emperor in history who, in his youth, was humble, benevolent, chaste, and frugal¡ªa paragon of virtue? Yet once he ascended the throne, he squandered wealth, indulged in pleasures, and ruled with cruelty?"

    "What¡­ happened to him?"

    "The empire fell." Ming Jingzhou watched as his daughter¡¯s eyes widened. "The past is a lesson for the future. The Great Cheng needs a truly wise and benevolent ruler like His Majesty¡ªnot a madman in a gentleman¡¯s guise."

    "Father thinks the Fourth Prince is such a man?"

    "I don¡¯t know." Ming Jingzhou smiled. "But I do know my daughter doesn¡¯t like him."

    Jiuzhu blinked. Did her dislike really matter?

    "What?" Ming Jingzhou raised a brow.

    "Nothing, it¡¯s just¡­" She took a deep breath. "Doesn¡¯t that seem a bit¡­ arbitrary?"

    "Not at all." He chuckled. "It¡¯s what a father should do."

    Besides, the Emperor was still in his prime. The matter of succession was far from urgent.

    Ming Jiuzhu rubbed her face¡ªwas this the happiness of being unconditionally trusted by her father?

    She lifted the curtain of the carriage window. Outside, there were night stalls yet to be packed away, children playing with firecrackers in clusters, and lion dancers holding their lion heads while eating noodles by a small stall. Amidst the bustling world of fireworks and mortal life, they were savoring this quiet New Year''s Eve.

    Peace and prosperity were hard-won¡ªwhy were there those who, blinded by selfish desires, failed to see the common folk toiling for their livelihoods?

    "Master, Zheng Lanyin is gone."

    "Dead? Good. She should have died long ago."

    "Before her death, His Majesty went to see her."

    "That¡¯s just like His Majesty¡ªclear-eyed yet sentimental. If her poisoning of Concubine Wang and her plot against Prince Chen at the horse grounds hadn¡¯t been exposed, His Majesty wouldn¡¯t have let her die in such an undignified manner."

    The palace had countless ways to make a woman die quietly, yet His Majesty personally issued the edict sentencing Zheng Lanyin to death.

    Edicts were to be recorded in the archives, preserved for centuries to come.

    "For His Majesty, who cherishes old sentiments, to give her such a disgraceful end¡ªjust imagine how many blunders she must have made. If Prince Chen had actually died back then, things might have turned out differently. But instead, he survived, alerting His Majesty and deepening his suspicions toward the princes. Tell me, wasn¡¯t she utterly useless?"

    "Master, what should we do now?"

    "Wait, of course."

    "The allure of the throne is too great. There will always be those who throw themselves at it, losing all reason."

    "But once Ming Jiuzhu and Prince Chen marry, his chances will only grow stronger."

    "Marry?"

    A scoff.

    "They say when husband and wife are of one heart, they can cut through metal. But what if this couple becomes a pair of resentful spouses?"

    In the fourteenth year of Longfeng, on the first day of the new year, Emperor Longfeng, accompanied by Consort Su, visited the ancestral temple to recite prayers. Shortly after, a royal proclamation was posted across the land, declaring Lady Su as the new empress.

    Though there were dissenters in court, Emperor Longfeng remained resolute, setting the coronation ceremony for the fifteenth day of the month.

    After fourteen years without a ruler, the imperial harem finally welcomed its first empress of the Longfeng era.

    On the day the proclamation was posted, Ming Jiuzhu was confined to her courtyard, learning wedding etiquette from the matrons sent by the Ministry of Rites.

    Every step, every gesture, even whether to lead with the left or right foot¡ªall were strictly dictated. As the daughter of the Vice Minister of Rites, Ming Jiuzhu studied with all her might, determined not to disgrace her father.

    "The County Magistrate¡¯s daughter carries herself with such grace," praised the matron. "Among all the future princesses, you learn the quickest and best."

    Ming Jiuzhu didn¡¯t quite believe it.

    Ever since His Majesty took Lady Su to the ancestral temple on New Year¡¯s Day, she had noticed a dramatic shift in how people treated her.

    When she went out with other young ladies, they deferred to her on everything¡ªwhat tea to drink, what pastries to eat.

    Shopkeepers practically begged her to take their goods at half price.

    Invitations flooded the house like snowflakes, nearly all specifying that her mother should bring her along.

    Even princesses and noblewomen now called her "little sister" with unsettling warmth.

    "Miss," Chunfen entered with a visiting card. "Princess Roude has sent an invitation."

    "Princess Roude?" Ming Jiuzhu thought for a moment. "The one whose husband¡¯s family injured the Fourth Prince?"

    Chunfen nodded. "That¡¯s her."

    "What does she want?" Ming Jiuzhu flipped open the card. "The princesses all reside in the palace now. Leaving isn¡¯t easy¡ªwhy waste time on me?"

    "Will you see her?" Chunfen studied her mistress¡¯s indifferent expression, guessing she might not favor this princess.

    "I will." Ming Jiuzhu sighed. "Since she¡¯s come, I can¡¯t very well turn a princess away."

    "Miss¡­ do you dislike her?"

    "Yes." Ming Jiuzhu nodded matter-of-factly. "I heard she once angered His Highness in public."

    Chunfen: "¡­"

    Wasn¡¯t it Prince Chen who had publicly humiliated Princess Roude?

 Chapter 64

    Roude had no desire to meet the daughter of the Ming Family who had been raised outside the capital. In her eyes, those who grew up in small towns carried an unshakable rustic air about them.

    Yet reality forced her to swallow her pride.

    Ever since the incident involving the family of her Imperial son-in-law uncle, she and her own Imperial son-in-law had been implicated. Some even suspected her involvement, given her strained relationship with the birth mother of the Fourth Prince.

    Today, Consort Su¡ªno, Empress Su¡ªhad granted her permission to leave the palace to visit her Imperial son-in-law. Only then did she learn that his entire family had been placed under the control of the Imperial Guards. Even her request to summon him to the princess¡¯s residence had been denied.

    She knew the matter was far-reaching, and few dared to intervene. The only ones she could turn to were Empress Su and Prince Chen.

    Empress Su had never treated the princes and princesses harshly, but neither was she particularly warm toward them. As for Prince Chen, he was even less likely to give her face¡ªhe might even publicly mock her for wishful thinking.

    So, she had no choice but to pin her hopes on Ming Jiuzhu.

    By now, the entire capital knew how pleased Empress Su was with her future daughter-in-law. Not only did she elevate Ming Jiuzhu at every opportunity, but she had also explicitly instructed noblewomen to look after her.

    On New Year¡¯s Eve, Prince Chen had personally escorted Ming Jiuzhu into the palace. Their affectionate behavior made it clear they were deeply attached to each other.

    Some speculated that Empress Su and her son treated Ming Jiuzhu so well to court Bu Wenchen¡¯s favor, signaling their goodwill toward the civil officials. But whether out of genuine affection or political necessity, it was undeniable that Ming Jiuzhu held a special place in their hearts.

    If she couldn¡¯t appeal to Prince Chen, she could still try Ming Jiuzhu.

    A girl from a small town would surely be easier to manipulate than one raised in an aristocratic family.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu glanced at Roude, then at the gift box on the table, unsure of her intentions.

    "The county mistress¡¯s wedding to my fifth brother is approaching, and I have little to offer. This set of head ornaments shall be my contribution to your trousseau," Roude said with a warm smile. "I hope you won¡¯t find it beneath you."

    A trousseau gift?

    But trousseau gifts were traditionally given by the bride¡¯s relatives. Roude was His Highness¡¯s sister¡ªwhy would she give one?

    "Would the county mistress like to open it and see if it pleases you?" Roude expertly masked the disdain in her eyes. She had heard that this county mistress, eager to win Empress Su¡¯s favor, had rushed to the palace at dawn to offer birthday congratulations¡ªclearly a girl with shallow tastes. Surely this exquisite set of black cat¡¯s eye jewelry would dazzle her...

    "Thank you, Your Highness." Jiuzhu opened the box and glanced inside. The ornaments were inlaid with some kind of dark, murky stones. Nothing compared to the hairpins His Highness and Her Majesty had given her.

    She closed the lid and handed it to Chunfen behind her. "You¡¯ve been too generous, Your Highness."

    That was it?

    Just¡­ that?

    Roude¡¯s anticipation of awe and admiration was met with indifference. Suppressing her irritation, she forced a smile. "Does the county mistress like this set?"

    "Mm, it¡¯s quite nice." She couldn¡¯t outright reject a kind gesture¡ªthat would be hurtful. Jiuzhu smiled gratefully at Roude and thanked her again.

    I don¡¯t believe it!

    Her eyes showed no trace of admiration!

    Roude took another deep breath. "I¡¯m glad you like it."

    An awkward silence followed. Roude pretended not to notice and struggled to keep the conversation going. "Where are Lord Ming and Lady Ming? I don¡¯t see them."

    "Father is still at the Ministry of Rites, and Mother is attending a tea gathering," Jiuzhu replied, sipping her tea. "If Your Highness wishes to see them, you may have to wait a while."

    "No, I came specifically to see you today." She had deliberately chosen a time when Ming Jingzhou and Shen Ying were absent. With them around, how could she coax Ming Jiuzhu into agreeing to her request?

    "Oh." Jiuzhu nodded.

    Roude: "..."

    Why just "oh"?

    At this point, shouldn¡¯t any normal person ask, "What did you come to see me for?"

    Why wasn¡¯t she asking?!

    "County mistress." Since Jiuzhu refused to bite, Roude had no choice but to press on. Gritting her teeth, she continued, "I came today to ask a favor of you."

    Jiuzhu blinked at her but still didn¡¯t inquire further.

    Roude nearly crushed her teeth in frustration. Fine. She could still persist.

    "I¡¯m sure the county mistress has heard that my Imperial son-in-law is entangled in a certain case..."

    "What case?" Jiuzhu blinked innocently, smiling. "I don¡¯t know anything about it."

    She didn¡¯t know?

    She didn¡¯t know?! Even a three-year-old wouldn¡¯t believe that.

    "It¡¯s understandable if the county mistress is unaware." Roude forced a smile and explained how her Imperial son-in-law¡¯s uncle had been implicated in the assassination plot against the Fourth Prince. "My Imperial son-in-law is a simple man with no ambition¡ªhow could he possibly dare to conspire in a prince¡¯s murder? Yet the Imperial Guards have surrounded his family day and night, making commoners believe he was truly involved. Such a mess..."

    "Chunfen, refill Her Highness¡¯s tea." Jiuzhu listened with keen interest, gesturing for Roude to continue.

    Roude met her curious gaze. "..."

    Was she being treated like a storyteller?

    "So, I was hoping the county mistress could put in a good word for me with my fifth brother, to see if he might¡­ ease things along." Roude maintained her ingratiating smile. "Of course, I wouldn¡¯t let you go to such trouble for nothing. Once the matter is resolved, I¡¯d gladly add another two thousand taels to your dowry."

    Two¡­ two thousand taels?!

    Jiuzhu¡¯s heart skipped a beat. This princess was truly wealthy.

    "But..." She shook off the thought of the silver. "Your Highness is His Highness¡¯s sister. If you have something to say, why not speak to him directly? Why ask me to relay it?"

    And to spend so much money on it¡ªwhat a waste. Did people in the capital really spend so extravagantly?

    Hearing this, Roude nearly lost her composure. She suspected Ming Jiuzhu was mocking her.

    Yet the girl¡¯s expression was so convincingly clueless¡ªthough raised in the countryside, she had mastered the art of feigned innocence as well as any capital-bred noblewoman.

    Roude strained to keep smiling. "My fifth brother is stubborn. He rarely listens to others, but you¡¯re different¡ªyou¡¯re his future princess consort. Whatever you say, he¡¯ll surely take to heart."

    Jiuzhu understood now. This was what her mother had called "the capital¡¯s famous flattery tactic."

    First, inflate someone¡¯s ego until they¡¯re too dizzy to think straight, then trick them into running errands...

    "Come to think of it, two thousand taels is too meager for a dowry gift. For a sister-in-law as distinguished as you, I ought to offer at least three thousand taels to make it proper. What do you think?"

    Jiuzhu thought it was an alarming sum. What kind of message required three thousand taels to deliver?

    "Your Highness jests. I¡¯ll mention today¡¯s matter to His Highness, but the dowry gift is unnecessary." Jiuzhu lifted her teacup, signaling the end of the audience.

    Roude¡¯s face darkened. Mention it to Yun Duqing?

    Was this something to be spoken of so bluntly?

    "If the county mistress finds it inconvenient, I won¡¯t insist. As for today¡¯s discussion¡­ there¡¯s no need to trouble my fifth brother with it." Roude rose to her feet. "I take my leave."

    Once outside the Ming residence, Roude stepped into her carriage, her smile collapsing. She turned to her maid and snapped, "Tell me¡ªis that Ming Jiuzhu out of her mind?!"

    She tells Yun Duqing everything, truly believing he would remain devoted to her?

    She wanted to see¡ªwhen Yun Duqing was surrounded by concubines¡ªif Ming Jiuzhu could still trust him so blindly.

    Outside the city gates.

    "Sir, we''ve arrived in the capital," the coachman announced, hopping down from the carriage. He glanced toward the gate and added, "There seems to be something posted over there, and a crowd has gathered to look."

    "Send someone literate to see what it says," the man inside the carriage instructed. He lifted the curtain and noticed the proclamation was written on bright yellow paper, guarded by the Imperial Dragon Guards. His expression shifted slightly.

    What major event had occurred in the palace to warrant an imperial edict posted outside the city gates?

    "Sir!" A young servant who had read the proclamation rushed back, beaming. "It''s good news! His Majesty has elevated Prince Chen¡¯s birth mother to Empress!"

    "What?" The man leaped from the carriage and pushed through the crowd to read the edict himself.

    The Emperor had actually made Lady Su the Empress? That would make Prince Chen the legitimate heir!

    He ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????stood frozen for a moment, stunned.

    "Are you done looking?" Someone shoved past him. "If you¡¯re finished, move aside."

    "Who is this Consort Su? She¡¯s managed the imperial harem for years without complaint, even when His Majesty neglected her."

    "I know, I know! They say Consort Su is a peerless beauty, like a celestial maiden."

    "That¡¯s nothing. Not only is she beautiful, but she also raised an exceptional son¡ªPrince Chen. Have you heard of him?"

    "Of course! The dashing prince who¡¯s like an immortal descended to earth¡ªsuppressing bandits, topping the imperial exams, and even having a lovely fianc¨¦e. No wonder the Emperor made her Empress. Raising such an outstanding son, she must be extraordinary herself."

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    A lovely fianc¨¦e?

    A dashing prince?

    The man in the blue robe listened in disbelief, wondering if his ears were deceiving him.

    Had he really only been away for two years on official duty?

    How had Prince Chen¡¯s reputation among the common people become so¡­ favorable?

    When had he topped the imperial exams? The current top scholar was someone he knew¡ªcertainly not Prince Chen.

    And suppressing bandits? His family¡¯s letters had never mentioned such a thing. Why were these commoners so convinced?

    Was this still the same capital he remembered?

    "Hey, I¡¯ve heard a rumor. Have any of you caught wind of it?"

    The man in blue pricked up his ears, glancing at the expressionless Imperial Dragon Guards.

    Was it really appropriate to spread palace gossip right in front of them?

    "What rumor? Spit it out!"

    "They say something earth-shattering happened on New Year¡¯s Eve."

    "Go on, don¡¯t keep us waiting."

    "A wicked consort was executed. She was jealous of Prince Chen¡¯s brilliance and tried to kill him. But the wise and mighty Emperor discovered her plot¡ªnot only against Prince Chen, but also that she had murdered a princess¡¯s mother. So His Majesty sentenced her to death."

    "Tch, I thought it was something shocking. Just the Zheng Family¡¯s usual mess. How dull."

    A wicked consort executed?

    The Zheng Family?

    The man in blue grew more confused. What connection did the wicked consort have with the Zheng Family? Some officials in the capital used to privately refer to Consort Su as the "wicked consort."

    But from the way these commoners spoke, it didn¡¯t seem to be about her at all.

    "Third Young Master!"

    "Third Young Master!"

    Several attendants dressed in steward uniforms hurried toward him, their faces alight with joy. "We¡¯ve finally found you! Greetings, Third Young Master."

    "How are Father and Mother?"

    "They¡¯re well, very well. The Madam guessed you¡¯d arrive soon and sent us to wait at the gate these past few days. We didn¡¯t miss you."

    The man pressed further, "And my younger sister¡ªhas she adjusted well since returning to the capital?"

    "The young mistress is also doing well," the attendant replied. "She often speaks of you at home. When it snowed recently, she worried the roads would be treacherous and your journey difficult."

    The man in blue¡ªMing Jiyuan, third son of the Ming Family and elder brother of Ming Jiuzhu¡ªgazed at the bustling capital, his heart swelling with emotion. He would finally see his sister again.

    Yet just as he returned, she was about to marry¡ªand to Prince Chen, no less.

    "Ahead there¡ªis that Ming Jiyuan of the Ming Family?"

    Ming Jiyuan turned toward the voice and saw Prince Chen astride his horse.

    He was taken aback. Prince Chen was¡­ greeting him?

    He glanced at the sun in the sky¡ªstill rising from the east, as it should.

 Chapter 65

    "Third Young Master Ming." Prince Chen dismounted from his horse and approached Ming Jiyuan, warmly slinging an arm over his shoulder. "It¡¯s been a while. You remain as refined and graceful as ever."

    "Your Highness." Ming Jiyuan sidestepped slightly and bowed in greeting. "This humble official pays his respects to Your Highness."

    Withdrawing his hand, Prince Chen chuckled. "Third Young Master, you¡¯ve been away from the capital for so long that you might find it unfamiliar now. Coincidentally, I was planning to visit your residence today. Why not accompany me?"

    "Your Highness jests." Ming Jiyuan turned and effortlessly vaulted onto the carriage. "For me, returning home is merely a homecoming. For Your Highness, gracing our humble abode is an honor. Moreover, as a low-ranking official, how could I presume to have Your Highness escort me?"

    He noted that Prince Chen wore a light-colored brocade robe today, understated yet elegant, exuding the demeanor of a refined nobleman.

    Yet what came to mind was the image of Prince Chen clad in flamboyant purple robes, unrestrained and bold.

    "Young Master Ming, you are young and accomplished, an upright official. Welcoming someone like you back to the capital is my pleasure." Prince Chen gestured invitingly. "After you."

    "My lord..." The attendant hesitated, glancing at Ming Jiyuan. Were they leaving or not?

    Ming Jiyuan studied Prince Chen¡¯s smiling face, bowed once more, then turned and said, "Let¡¯s go." S§×arch* The ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    The capital was far livelier than the place where he had served, but at this moment, Ming Jiyuan¡¯s heart was set on home. He had no interest in the capital¡¯s sights¡ªonly the longing to reunite with his family.

    Peering through a gap in the carriage curtain, Ming Jiyuan observed Prince Chen riding alongside. Compared to two years ago, the prince seemed more mature and composed, as if even his flamboyant fashion sense had mellowed.

    He didn¡¯t believe Prince Chen¡¯s appearance was a coincidence. The world held few true coincidences.

    Nor did he believe a lofty prince would show such courtesy and enthusiasm to a subordinate official merely because of a betrothal.

    Between people, there was no uncalculated closeness¡ªonly motives.

    What did Prince Chen want from the Ming Family?

    "Miss, the messenger said the young master has returned." Chunfen hurried to Jiuzhu¡¯s side. "He should be arriving at the gate any moment now."

    "Brother is back?" Jiuzhu stood up, spinning in place. "Send word to Father and Mother. Have the servants prepare fresh clothes and hot water, and the kitchen¡ª"

    "Don¡¯t worry, Miss. Leave the rest to us." Chunfen, amused by her mistress¡¯s flustered excitement, gently nudged her toward the door. "Go wait for him at the gate. We¡¯ll handle everything else."

    Jiuzhu clutched her sleeves, standing nervously at the entrance. Every passing carriage drew her hopeful gaze, only for her to deflate when it wasn¡¯t the right one.

    "Little Ming Pig." Prince Chen spotted Jiuzhu from afar. Urging his horse forward, he stopped beside her, looking down with amusement.

    "Your Highness, why are you out of the palace?" Seeing him, Jiuzhu¡¯s tension eased slightly. She sidestepped to avoid the horse blocking her view.

    "What¡¯s this? Avoiding me?" Prince Chen teased. "Don¡¯t want to see me, hmm?"

    "Your Highness, stop joking." Jiuzhu patted his horse¡¯s neck, craning to look around. "I¡ª"

    Before she could finish, a carriage halted nearby. A young man in a blue robe, his hair tied with a jade pin, stepped down.

    They had never met, but in that instant, Jiuzhu knew¡ªthis was the brother who wrote to her every month.

    The man strode swiftly to her. His hand trembled as he reached to touch her head, then withdrew, restraining himself. "Is... this Jiuzhu?"

    Jiuzhu nodded vigorously.

    "You¡¯ve grown so much." Ming Jiyuan¡¯s voice wavered. He opened his arms, longing to embrace her but fearing his sudden fervor might startle her.

    He still remembered his infant sister¡ªtiny, soft, and quiet in his arms, her wide eyes gazing up at him in curiosity.

    After she was sent away, every child¡¯s cry made him think it was her.

    He had believed returning to the capital would reunite them. Never had he imagined their separation would span seventeen years.

    As he stood frozen, the girl threw herself into his arms.

    "Brother."

    Hearing that word, Ming Jiyuan¡¯s eyes reddened. He hugged her tightly, his hands trembling.

    Years ago, he had watched helplessly as his sister was taken away. Now, at last, they were together again.

    Prince Chen dismounted, handed his horse to the imperial guards, and leaned against a stone lion, silent.

    He spotted Ming Jingzhou and Lady Shen¡¯s carriage approaching in the distance. Smiling faintly, he turned to leave.

    "Your Highness."

    Someone tugged his sleeve. He turned to see Jiuzhu, her eyes red-rimmed, and wiped her cheeks with a handkerchief. "Today is for your family. I¡¯ll visit again in a few days."

    "A few days?" Jiuzhu sniffled, her nose adorably red.

    "Three days." Prince Chen brushed a tear from her lashes. "I¡¯ll come back in three days."

    Jiuzhu nodded, loosening her grip on his sleeve¡ªbut not entirely letting go.

    "Thank you for escorting me, Your Highness. If it pleases you, please join us for tea." Ming Jiyuan, observing his sister¡¯s hold on Prince Chen, bowed gracefully.

    "With pleasure." Prince Chen smiled at Jiuzhu, then met Ming Jiyuan¡¯s gaze. "Thank you for the invitation."

    Just ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????then, the Ming couple¡¯s carriage arrived. Watching the emotional reunion of the family¡ªand the corner of his sleeve still clutched in Jiuzhu¡¯s hand¡ªPrince Chen waited patiently.

    Today, he wouldn¡¯t leave until he¡¯d drunk his fill of the Ming Family¡¯s tea.

    A man¡¯s word was his bond. If he promised tea, he¡¯d see it through.

    Once inside, Lady Shen glanced at Prince Chen, who sat quietly sipping tea beside her daughter, and shot Ming Jingzhou a questioning look.

    Hadn¡¯t the Emperor decreed that princes and princesses were forbidden from leaving the palace? How had the vast imperial grounds failed to contain Prince Chen¡¯s restless feet?

    "Your Highness," Ming Jingzhou began, "may I ask the purpose of your visit?"

    "No purpose." Prince Chen smiled. "Young Master Ming invited me for tea. Considering we¡¯ll soon be family, how could I refuse such a sincere offer?"

    The couple turned to Ming Jiyuan.

    Ming Jiyuan: "..."

    His "sincerity" had been mere politeness.

    He forced a smile. "If Your Highness is occupied, there¡¯s no need to trouble yourself."

    Leave. Please leave.

    "Young Master Ming may not yet know, but lately, we princes and princesses have had little to do. Idleness abounds." Prince Chen bowed to Ming Jingzhou. "Fortunately, I¡¯ve learned much under your guidance, sir."

    Ming Jingzhou stood to return the courtesy. "You flatter me, Your Highness."

    Guidance?

    Ming Jiyuan¡¯s suspicion deepened. In his rush to return to the capital over the past month, coupled with poor communication, he¡¯d missed recent events.

    His father had always avoided close ties with adult princes. Why would he instruct Prince Chen?

    Yet no one could clear his doubts. Watching Prince Chen engage in conversation with his father with apparent ease and substance, Ming Jiyuan couldn''t help but wonder¡ªhad Prince Chen truly changed his ways?

    Before long, gifts began arriving one after another, all in celebration of his return to the capital. Back when he had left for his provincial post, he hadn¡¯t received nearly as many. Now, barely a day after his return, young masters from various families were already sending presents?

    Almost every messenger delivering gifts made sure to convey their master¡¯s "deep longing" for him, as if each of them shared an unbreakable bond with him. Glancing at Prince Chen¡¯s faintly amused expression, Ming Jiyuan finally understood the source of this sudden enthusiasm.

    Prince Chen had personally escorted him from the city gates to the Ming Family residence¡ªclearly, the prince was elevating the Ming Family¡¯s status. But this also meant that, in the eyes of others, the Ming Family and Prince Chen were now seen as one. Frowning slightly, he was about to ponder the prince¡¯s motives when he noticed Prince Chen pushing a small pile of meticulously shelled sunflower seeds toward his sister, Jiuzhu.

    Jiuzhu divided the seeds into two portions¡ªone for herself, the other for Prince Chen. Then, while she wasn¡¯t looking, the prince quietly nudged a few more seeds into her share.

    Ming Jiyuan froze, struck by an absurd, almost laughable thought.

    Perhaps Prince Chen wasn¡¯t scheming for anything at all. Maybe he just wanted to make Jiuzhu happy.

    "Jiyuan, you¡¯ve just returned. Go freshen up with a bath and change into clean clothes to ease your fatigue," Ming Jingzhou stood up. "I¡¯ll take you to your courtyard and see if anything needs adjusting."

    "Jiuzhu," he turned to his daughter, who was still nibbling on the seeds. "Stay here with your mother and His Highness for a while. I¡¯ll be back soon."

    "Of course, Father," Jiuzhu nodded, setting down the handful of seeds she¡¯d just picked up.

    Once they left the main courtyard, Ming Jiyuan asked, "Father, is it true that His Majesty intends to elevate Consort Su to Empress?"

    Ming Jingzhou nodded. "Much has happened in the capital these past six months¡ªtoo much to explain in a few words. For now, focus on settling into your new post at the Court of Judicial Review. Your uncle and I will handle the rest."

    "And what of Prince Chen¡¯s intentions?" Ming Jiyuan frowned. "I refuse to believe it was mere coincidence that he intercepted me the moment I returned."

    "From now on, don¡¯t speak ill of Prince Chen in front of your sister," Ming Jingzhou glanced back, as if worried Jiuzhu might overhear. "She¡¯ll be furious with you."

    "Does Jiuzhu¡­ harbor feelings for His Highness?"

    "Better she marry someone she loves than watch her wed a man she doesn¡¯t," Ming Jingzhou patted his son¡¯s shoulder approvingly. "You¡¯ve grown much sturdier these past two years."

    "Father," Ming Jiyuan couldn¡¯t shake his unease about his sister¡¯s impending marriage. "Prince Chen is reckless by nature. What if Jiuzhu suffers after marrying him?"

    "But the imperial decree has already been issued. Do you expect her to defy it?" Ming Jingzhou raised a brow. "Besides, why do you think Prince Chen chose to wait for you at the city gates today?"

    "Why?" Ming Jiyuan¡¯s expression darkened. "Does he mean to use our family?"

    "Do you truly believe a man of Prince Chen¡¯s temperament would resort to such tactics?" Ming Jingzhou shook his head. "A prince raised on the Emperor¡¯s undivided favor would never stoop so low."

    To Prince Chen, the entire realm belonged to the Emperor¡ªand as the Emperor¡¯s most cherished son, the world would naturally bow before him.

    "Ah, Jiyuan," Ming Jingzhou sighed almost pityingly. "There¡¯s a reason even your sixth brother has a betrothed, while you still lack someone to warm your heart."

    Ming Jiyuan: "?"

    Since when did this turn into a personal attack?

    "Set aside your prejudices and observe with an open mind," Ming Jingzhou smiled. "You¡¯ll understand in time."

    "One more thing¡ªPrince Chen and Consort Su once saved Jiuzhu¡¯s life."

    "Saved her?" Ming Jiyuan pressed. "Father, what exactly happened?"

    This capital no longer felt like the one he remembered. Everything had changed.

    Just as he never could have imagined that Prince Chen would one day become his brother-in-law.

 Chapter 66

    "I recall you had some acquaintance with the Fourth Prince?" Ming Jingzhou countered with a question instead of answering: "In these past two years, have you corresponded with him?"

    "It can hardly be called an acquaintance. Prince Qi merely read a few of my essays and praised my talent, that sort of thing." Ming Jiyuan reflected on his interactions with Prince Qi: "I didn¡¯t take it seriously¡ªjust attended a few of his tea gatherings. Beyond that, nothing else."

    "Then did you know that after you left the capital, Prince Qi publicly declared you his confidant, claiming that reading ten of your essays was worth ten years of study?"

    "That¡¯s utter nonsense!" Ming Jiyuan, having served in the north for two years and frequently interacted with the locals, had even picked up a hint of their accent. In his agitation, it slipped out: "Do I look like a fool? Becoming a grown prince¡¯s ''confidant''¡ªdo I not have enough trouble already?"

    Ming Jingzhou shot him a glance: "Straighten your tongue and speak properly."

    "Father, I truly have no such deep ties with Prince Qi." Ming Jiyuan tugged at his sleeve. "I knew it¡ªnone of these princes have good intentions. ''Confidant'' my foot. Every last one of them is scheming."

    "Enough. Don¡¯t get worked up. Just keep your distance from him in the future." Ming Jingzhou eyed his sleeve-pulling. "Pull your sleeve back properly. Remember, when we Mings step out, we are refined scholars of grace and dignity. Understood?"

    Ming Jiyuan took a deep breath. "Father, tell me about how Prince Chen and Consort Su saved my sister."

    "By the time your mother and I learned the truth, you were already on your way home. We feared letters might be intercepted and cause trouble, so we didn¡¯t inform you." Ming Jingzhou began recounting the events of Jiuzhu¡¯s childhood.

    When he described how Jiuzhu had been bound and thrown into the icy river by the Zheng Family¡¯s servants, Ming Jiyuan could no longer contain himself. He slammed his fist into the garden rock, sending a large chunk crashing to the ground.

    "The Zheng Family dared to be so ruthless!" Ming Jiyuan gritted his teeth. "I¡¯ll make them pay."

    "You returned too late. The Zheng Family has already been imprisoned¡ªtheir patriarch sentenced to execution, the adults exiled, and all descendants enslaved." Ming Jingzhou glanced at the shattered rock. "Control your temper. Haven¡¯t I told you? As scholars, we must remain composed and steady. Let others rage¡ªwe stay unshaken. And as for the cost of repairing this rock, it¡¯ll be deducted from next month¡¯s salary."

    "Father, you moved that fast?" Ming Jiyuan bent to pick up the broken pieces, trying futilely to fit them back together like a shattered bowl.

    "It wasn¡¯t just my doing." Ming Jingzhou smirked. "The moment I began investigating the Zheng Family, multiple factions handed me evidence. In this capital, plenty wanted the Fourth Prince¡¯s maternal relatives to fall."

    Many praised the Fourth Prince as a virtuous ruler, but just as many were eager to kick him when he was down.

    "The Zheng Family is finished. The Fourth Prince¡¯s birth mother was executed, and he¡¯s been stripped of all titles." Ming Jingzhou clasped his hands behind his back, leading his son toward the eastern courtyard. "Jiyuan, the moment Jiuzhu became Prince Chen¡¯s betrothed, our family could no longer remain uninvolved."

    "Unless¡­"

    Unless they abandoned Jiuzhu as their daughter, letting her marry Prince Chen without interference, no matter what befell her.

    "No." Ming Jiyuan cut him off before he could finish. "Father, we lost her once. Now that we¡¯re finally reunited as a family, we can¡¯t do this to her!"

    Ming Jingzhou studied him.

    "Back then, we had nothing¡ªand no Jiuzhu." Ming Jiyuan¡¯s eyes reddened. "Now that we have her, even if we end up with nothing again, it¡¯s nothing to fear."

    "Is that your decision?" When Ming Jingzhou wasn¡¯t smiling, no one could decipher his thoughts.

    "Yes." Ming Jiyuan nodded.

    "But you¡¯re still green." Ming Jingzhou chuckled. "If you want to stand up for your sister, learn well from me and your uncle¡ªthe ways of governance and the ways of men."

    "Your Highness," Lady Shen asked Prince Chen, "do you have any dietary restrictions?"

    "This prince is not picky. Anything will do." Prince Chen lied through his teeth.

    Jiuzhu, however, eagerly listed several of her favorite dishes. Lady Shen arched a brow at her daughter and the prince. Since when had Jiuzhu developed a taste for these dishes?

    "Very well. I¡¯ll instruct the kitchen to prepare them." She rose and stepped outside. "Jiuzhu, accompany His Highness for a stroll in the manor."

    "Gladly!" Jiuzhu cheerfully agreed, tugging at Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve. "Your Highness, let me show you the little white horse."

    Prince Chen recalled the dog-like steed¡ªthe very one he¡¯d gifted her. Had he not been selecting that horse for her that day, he might have ridden the crazed one instead.

    "Ming Piglet." He stopped her.

    "Hm?" Jiuzhu turned to look at him.

    "Tell me¡­" He took her hand. "Are you the bride the River God of Huaxi sent me?"

    "Impossible." Jiuzhu shook her head. "Master said there¡¯s no River God in Huaxi¡ªthose are just scams."

    No rain? The River God is angered¡ªoffer sacrifices.

    Too much rain? The River God is angered¡ªoffer more sacrifices.

    All tricks by false priestesses and charlatans, yet they¡¯ve ruined countless lives.

    Prince Chen: "¡­"

    Well. This conversation was going nowhere.

    "Though Huaxi has no River God, Your Highness is an immortal descended to earth." Jiuzhu beamed at him. "Without you, I¡¯d have long been fish food in that river. Where would I be now?"

    "Tsk, tsk! Children¡¯s words carry no ill omen¡ªauspiciousness prevails." Prince Chen cut her off. "No talk of life or death. It¡¯s bad luck during the New Year."

    Jiuzhu wanted to explain that Master never observed such customs, but seeing his earnest expression, she swallowed her words. "Then what should we say?"

    "Say¡­ ''Long life and prosperity.'' Or¡­" Prince Chen coughed, turning his face away. "''A harmonious union lasting a hundred years'' or ''growing old together'' would also suffice."

    He stole a glance at the girl. In eighteen days, they would wed.

    "Isn¡¯t that what others say to us?" Jiuzhu blinked.

    "What¡¯s wrong with blessing ourselves?" Prince Chen retorted. "Unless¡­ you¡¯ve never considered it?"

    "I¡¯ve never once thought of leaving Your Highness." Jiuzhu stated it as fact. "When I chose to leave Lingzhou for the capital, there were only two reasons: to reunite with my family, and to find Your Highness to repay my debt."

    "And what if you hadn¡¯t found me? Or if I¡¯d already left the capital?"

    "I don¡¯t know." Jiuzhu shook her head honestly. "Because I¡¯ve already found you."

    Hypotheticals didn¡¯t exist¡ªso why dwell on them?

    "A life saved is a life owed." Prince Chen chuckled ambiguously, bending to meet her gaze. "Ming Piglet, remember every word you¡¯ve said today¡ªfor the rest of your life."

    Jiuzhu carefully recalled all the words she had spoken to His Highness today¡ªhad she said too much? "All of them?"

    "All of them." Prince Chen nodded, especially that line about never thinking of leaving.

    "Alright." Jiuzhu nodded. She would do her best to remember everything that happened today, every word spoken.

    After Ming Jiyuan finished bathing and changed into fresh clothes, he stepped out to see his younger sister strolling through the courtyard with a large white dog, Prince Chen walking beside her. Their heads were close together, and the prince had bent his entire body at an awkward angle to accommodate her height¡ªneither dignified nor comfortable.

    He couldn¡¯t understand why they couldn¡¯t just walk properly instead of maintaining such an uncomfortable posture. S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Brother!" Jiuzhu waved at him when she noticed him. Prince Chen, who had been twisted like a pretzel just moments ago, instantly straightened up, reverting to his usual lofty demeanor.

    "Sister, walking the dog?" Ming Jiyuan approached the pair and glanced at the large white animal.

    "Brother, this is a horse, not a dog." Jiuzhu patted the little horse. "Look again."

    "Oh, ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????a pony! How adorable." Ming Jiyuan reached out to stroke the horse, which stood obediently under his touch, gentle as could be.

    "His Highness gave him to me a few months ago." Jiuzhu beamed even brighter at her brother¡¯s praise.

    Ming Jiyuan turned to Prince Chen, who offered a polite smile to his future brother-in-law.

    "Jiuzhu!" A pair of trembling hands struggled over the courtyard wall, followed by their owner, who took his time climbing over. "I heard Third Brother was back, so I came to see."

    "Sixth Brother." Ming Jiyuan stared in surprise at Ming Cunfu¡¯s clumsy ascent. "Since when do you climb walls?"

    His younger cousin had once been the epitome of refinement¡ªeven descending stairs required straightening his robes twice. What earth-shaking changes had occurred in the household during his two-year absence?

    "If the whole family can climb, I can¡¯t let myself be outdone by my little sister." Ming Cunfu panted, perched on the wall. "Third Brother, come help me down."

    "Always wasting energy on nonsense." Ming Jiyuan stepped forward and hauled his youngest cousin down with one hand. "Did you just say my sister climbs walls too?"

    He turned to Jiuzhu, who shrank behind Prince Chen with an embarrassed smile.

    "It¡¯s fine. Climbing walls means she¡¯s healthy." Ming Jiyuan smiled. "A lively girl lives a long life."

    Then he shot Ming Cunfu a sharp glare¡ªwas this how he taught his sister while he was away?

    Ming Cunfu: "..."

    If he said he¡¯d learned wall-climbing from Jiuzhu, would Third Brother believe him?

    "Your Highness, Young Miss, Young Masters," Chunfen announced as she entered the lively courtyard. "Luncheon is ready in the main hall."

    A maid led the little white horse away, and Jiuzhu tugged at Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve. "Your Highness, let¡¯s go."

    Ming Cunfu noted that the way she pulled the prince along was eerily similar to how she handled the pony.

    After the meal, seeing her father and brother deep in discussion, Jiuzhu decided to accompany Prince Chen back to the palace.

    Ming Cunfu mused silently¡ªPrince Chen was a grown man surrounded by imperial guards. In the entire capital, only the Emperor was safer than him.

    But Jiuzhu didn¡¯t see it that way. Since the New Year¡¯s banquet, she¡¯d become convinced that the city was full of schemers, any of whom might harm her prince.

    Holding the reins of his horse, Prince Chen walked side by side with Jiuzhu through the streets, stopping occasionally to buy her trinkets that delighted young girls.

    "Greetings, Your Highness!" A group of finely dressed young nobles passed by and bowed with grins. "Perfect timing! We just saw a magnificent rooster at the cockfighting pit¡ªcrimson crest like jade, talons like an eagle¡¯s, incredibly fierce¡ª"

    "What rooster?" Prince Chen cut them off coldly. "As members of the imperial clan, is this all you occupy yourselves with¡ªsuch frivolities?"

    "Your Highness, not just any rooster, a fighting cock¡ª"

    "What fighting cock? I know nothing of such things." He turned to Jiuzhu with a pained, weary expression. "These distant cousins of mine idle away their days, giving me endless headaches."

 Chapter 67

    "You need not speak further¡ªthis prince knows what is in your hearts." Prince Chen lifted his chin slightly. "Return home, study your books, practice your calligraphy, and devote yourselves to proper work that benefits the people. Understood?"

    The royal scions nodded blankly. They had heard the words, but the meaning eluded them.

    Study books and practice calligraphy? Do proper work? Since when did Prince Chen speak like this?

    Or was His Highness hinting at something deeper?

    Though they were wastrels, they were still scions of the imperial family¡ªtheir blood inherently flowed with suspicion. After exchanging glances, they bowed thoughtfully to Prince Chen. "Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness. We understand."

    "If you understand, then stay home instead of idling in the streets." Prince Chen paused, then added, "If you''re truly bored, visit Hongwen Academy. Donate a few books, or even plant some vegetables if you wish."

    Hongwen Academy?

    The royal scions suddenly grasped his meaning. After this year¡¯s fifth month, Hongwen Academy would officially begin admitting students. Though they were unqualified to study there, they could still show their support for the Emperor¡¯s initiative by donating books or provisions.

    "Your Highness?" Jiuzhu watched as the scions hurried away, their expressions strangely enlightened. She turned to Prince Chen in confusion. "They seem... affected by your words."

    "Do you know the one flaw shared by all of imperial blood?"

    "What flaw?"

    "Suspicion¡ªand an innate talent for reading hidden meanings." Prince Chen smiled. "When you stand above them, they dissect every word you speak, every gesture you make, striving to please you in hopes of securing their own safety."

    "But what if the words were just ordinary, with no deeper meaning?"

    "They dare not take that risk." Prince Chen¡¯s tone was indifferent. "Because they never know which words are true and which are false."

    Jiuzhu fell silent for a long moment before sighing. "That sounds exhausting."

    "Don¡¯t worry." Prince Chen stopped walking and looked at her. "I won¡¯t let you live like that."

    Jiuzhu blinked, then smiled brightly. "Mm!"

    His Highness¡¯s words always came true¡ªso she never doubted him.

    Seeing the absolute trust in her eyes, Prince Chen chuckled. He glanced toward the heavily guarded palace gates. "Go back now. No need to see me off further."

    Jiuzhu stopped. "Your Highness, tomorrow is Her Majesty¡¯s coronation ceremony. My mother said you and Her Majesty will be very busy, so I shouldn¡¯t seek you out."

    "Her Majesty is the most exalted woman in the world, possessing all the riches under heaven." Jiuzhu pulled a small peachwood carving from her sleeve. "This is carved from peachwood. Please give it to Her Majesty on my behalf."

    "Very well." Prince Chen tucked the carving into his robes. "During the Lantern Festival in the capital, the streets are lively with displays. You should ask your brother to take you."

    Jiuzhu nodded, then looked up. "Will you be there?"

    Prince Chen shook his head. "Tomorrow is my mother¡¯s coronation. I won¡¯t be able to leave the palace at night."

    "Oh." Her eyes dimmed briefly before she smiled again. "It¡¯s all right. Next year, we¡¯ll go together." sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Prince Chen laughed, swinging onto his horse. "Yes. Every year after, I¡¯ll take you to see the lanterns."

    After parting with Jiuzhu, Prince Chen returned to the palace and went straight to Bright Moon Palace. He handed the peachwood charm to Consort Su. "Mother, Jiuzhu asked me to give this to you in advance."

    Consort Su examined it¡ªa small gourd-shaped ornament, its surface adorned with auspicious clouds and the characters "Yaoxi" carved at the base.

    Yaoxi¡ªeternal radiance.

    "I¡¯ve heard that in Lingzhou, people believe those touched by light are blessed with fortune and health," Xiangjuan remarked. "The young lady has given Your Majesty the finest blessing."

    "Did she carve this peachwood gourd herself?" Consort Su traced the curves of the carving, her expression softening.

    "I ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????didn¡¯t ask." Prince Chen craned his neck to see, only for Consort Su to push him away.

    "Then don¡¯t look." She waved him off dismissively. "You understand nothing. Go away."

    "I may not have asked, but I can guess." Prince Chen poured himself tea and sat down. "Peachwood is favored by Daoists, not ordinary households. Since Ming Jiuzhu was raised in a Daoist temple, who else would have carved this for you?"

    "True." Consort Su tied a red string around the gourd. "I have a peachwood charm carved by Jiuzhu. Do you?"

    Prince Chen¡¯s smile froze. His fingers brushed the sachet at his waist¡ªthe one containing the protective charm Jiuzhu had given him¡ªbefore he recovered. "Of course I wouldn¡¯t compete with you. She¡¯s your future daughter-in-law. It¡¯s only right she makes things for you."

    "Xiangjuan." Consort Su ignored him, turning to her maid. "Do you smell something spoiled? It¡¯s terribly sour in here."

    Prince Chen stood silently, strode to the doorway, then called back, "You¡¯re imagining things, Mother. I have the protective charm she gave me."

    With that, he bolted, as if afraid Consort Su might snatch it from him.

    Watching his retreating figure, Consort Su chuckled. She gazed at the gourd in her palm, stroking its plump shape.

    "Your Majesty, shall I place it in a box for safekeeping?"

    "No." Consort Su smiled. "Tomorrow, I shall wear it."

    Emperor Longfeng¡¯s decision to enthrone Consort Su as Empress unsettled not the civil and military officials, but the aristocrats from powerful families.

    "First, His Majesty establishes Hongwen Academy to recruit scholars of humble origins. Now, he elevates the lowborn Consort Su to Empress. What is his intention?"

    "Does His Majesty no longer tolerate the great families?"

    "Must you overthink this? None of the imperial consorts were from noble houses either," one man drawled, sipping wine. "For years, His Majesty has promoted talent, regardless of background. Why fixate on Consort Su? The harem is but a handful of women. As men, can we blame him for favoring the one he loves?"

    "I suspect you¡¯re a spy planted among us by the Emperor," another aristocrat grumbled. "We¡¯re discussing matters of state, not romantic trifles."

    "But the enthronement of Consort Su is a romantic trifle. None of you opposed it during the New Year¡¯s banquet¡ªwhat use is complaining now?" The wine-drinking lord set down his cup and rose lazily. "Gentlemen, it is the fourteenth year of Longfeng¡¯s reign. The era where nobles shared power with the throne ended centuries ago. Let it rest."

    "Du Qingke, you are a disgrace to the aristocracy!"

    Du Qingke replied leisurely, "We were having a proper discussion¡ªwhy resort to insults? If you truly wish to prevent His Majesty from favoring those of humble origins, you should address the problem at its root."

    "How do we do that?"

    "The enshrinement of Consort Su as Empress is already set in stone. There¡¯s no point dwelling on it." Du Qingke raised an eyebrow with a faint smile. "However, Hongwen Academy hasn¡¯t begun enrollment yet. If something were to happen¡ªsay, a conflict between a common-born scholar and a member of the imperial family¡ªand the situation escalates, the establishment of the academy could be delayed."

    "Pruning branches won¡¯t kill the tree," Du Qingke shook his head. "You must sever it at the root. Understand?"

    With that, he flicked his sleeves and sauntered away, his steps unhurried.

    Being around these fools who dreamed of restoring their noble families'' glory often gave him a sense of intellectual superiority.

    With minds like these, they worried about His Majesty suppressing the noble houses?

    Did His Majesty even need to waste his energy on such idiots?

    Truly, an old cat looking in the mirror, thinking itself a tiger.

    The Lantern Festival in the fourteenth year of Longfeng¡¯s reign was celebrated with unprecedented grandeur. Before dawn, the city was already adorned with colorful lanterns, and some shops even displayed phoenix-shaped lanterns at their entrances in honor of the Empress¡¯s coronation ceremony.

    The common folk didn¡¯t know much about Consort Su, but since His Majesty was so virtuous, the woman he chose as Empress must surely be worthy. Moreover, she was the birth mother of the formidable Prince Chen¡ªhow could she possibly be anything less?

    Most importantly, this was an occasion for nationwide celebration. Merchants seized the opportunity to promote their wares and attract good fortune¡ªwhy wouldn¡¯t they join in?

    To the ordinary people, as long as His Majesty ensured their lives remained peaceful and prosperous, he could even enshrine a peach tree as Empress, and they would weave a fantastical love story around it¡ªfinding ways to profit from the tale.

    While the commoners reveled in the festivities, the imperial relatives, court officials, and noble ladies dressed in their formal attire at daybreak and hurried to the Golden Success Hall for the first Empress coronation ceremony of the Longfeng era.

    By convention, Consort Su¡¯s elevation from imperial consort to Empress should not have matched the prestige of an Empress who entered through the Vermilion Bird Gate. Yet, His Majesty bestowed upon her all the honors befitting a legitimate Empress.

    From the phoenix carriage to the ceremonial robes and rituals, everything adhered to the highest standards of an imperial coronation.

    This was also the first time Jiuzhu witnessed the magnificence of royal ceremonies.

    The vast plaza before the Golden Success Hall was filled with officials and nobles, standing in solemn rows¡ªmen to the left, women to the right¡ªso numerous that the end of the procession was lost to sight.

    A red carpet stretched beneath their feet, strewn with fresh petals. Jiuzhu stood at the forefront of the county princesses¡¯ line, watching as Her Majesty, supported by Prince Chen, walked slowly down the flower-strewn path.

    As she passed by, the Empress paused slightly, turning to give Jiuzhu a gentle smile.

    Under the gaze of countless onlookers, everyone witnessed this moment.

    Just how highly did Empress Su regard the Ming family¡¯s future daughter-in-law, that even during her own coronation, she made sure to elevate Jiuzhu¡¯s standing?

    Sun Caiyao stood at the very end of the imperial consorts¡¯ line. Staring at Ming Jiuzhu in her goose-yellow county princess gown, she absentmindedly caught a drifting petal, lost in thought.

    None of her dreams had come true¡ªexcept for the unusually close bond between Ming Jiuzhu and Consort Su.

    On the ceremonial platform, the master of rites recited an essay penned by His Majesty himself, praising Consort Su¡ªeach line brimming with a man¡¯s devotion to the woman he cherished.

    "All hail Her Majesty the Empress! May the Phoenix soar for a thousand years!"

    Jiuzhu knelt with the others, performing the three bows and nine prostrations. Spotting a lovely fallen flower before her, she tucked it into her embroidered pouch.

    Such a beautiful blossom¡ªit would be a shame to let it be trampled underfoot.

    As the ceremony concluded and Jiuzhu took her leave, she was immediately surrounded by noblewomen praising her hairstyle, her gown, even the embroidery on her handkerchief.

    "These¡­ were all prepared by the Palace Administration. If you admire them, you may request the designs from them." They were just standard ceremonial robes¡ªwhat was so special about them?

    The flattering crowd fell silent.

    What was wrong with the future Princess Consort of Chen? Didn¡¯t she realize this was just the usual way people ingratiated themselves?

 Chapter 68

    Taking advantage of the others'' momentary daze, Jiuzhu lifted the hem of her skirt and walked to Lady Shen''s side: "Mother, let''s go."

    "Stay composed, don''t panic." Lady Shen smiled. "In the future, when you encounter people you don¡¯t wish to speak with, simply maintain a gentle smile and lower your eyelids slightly. They¡¯ll take the hint and leave on their own."

    Jiuzhu chuckled softly. "Wouldn¡¯t that seem too arrogant?"

    "No, this isn¡¯t arrogance¡ªit¡¯s the dignity of those in high standing." Lady Shen glanced at the people who had just surrounded Jiuzhu. "Truly clever individuals wouldn¡¯t resort to such foolish methods to flatter you."

    Jiuzhu sighed. "Let things take their course. People in the capital live such difficult lives."

    Lady Shen laughed. "I forgot¡ªDaoism teaches us to follow the natural flow of things and act freely from the heart. Your temperament carries a touch of that Daoist carefreeness."

    She patted her daughter¡¯s arm, expertly masking the worry in her heart.

    But after marrying into the imperial family, would Empress Su and Prince Chen allow Jiuzhu to remain this way?

    "County Mistress Ming¡¯s temperament¡­ once she marries into the imperial family¡­" Princess Huai walked side by side with Sun Caiyao, having witnessed Jiuzhu being fawned over before hastily departing. Her tone carried a hint of melancholy. "No matter how innocent a young girl is, once she enters the imperial household, she becomes a vine twining around a tree."

    Realizing her words might have been inappropriate, Princess Huai smiled at Sun Caiyao. "Just a lighthearted remark¡ªdon¡¯t take it seriously, sister-in-law. My mother-in-law isn¡¯t feeling well, so I¡¯ll escort her back to the palace."

    Princess Consort An and Princess Consort Jing had also left to attend to their mothers-in-law. Sun Caiyao stood alone in the increasingly empty outer hall, unsure where to go.

    "Tonight¡­ is the Lantern Festival, isn¡¯t it?" She touched the phoenix-tail hairpin in her hair and smiled bitterly. Her mother-in-law had passed away less than forty-nine days ago, yet as the son and daughter-in-law, neither she nor her husband could wear mourning clothes. Instead, they had to dress in fine robes and gold hairpins for the coronation ceremony, performing the grand three-kneelings and nine-kowtows to Empress Su.

    In previous years, she would have strolled the streets with her father, brothers, and sisters, solving lantern riddles and watching street performances. This year, no one would accompany her.

    "Your Highness¡­" A palace maid looked at her with concern. The princess consort had lost much weight over these days, having barely rested.

    "It¡¯s nothing." Sun Caiyao returned to Zhangliu Palace, removed her hairpins and jewelry, and changed into a plain robe. Leaning against the windowsill, she watched the sky darken.

    It was so late¡ªwhere had His Highness gone?

    Bright Moon Palace was adorned with red lanterns and silk balls. Even the palace maids and eunuchs wore red sashes around their waists, as if preparing for a wedding.

    Emperor ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Longfeng watched his distracted son staring at the red lanterns and asked with amusement, "Will the Ming Family¡¯s young lady be going to the lantern festival with her family tonight?"

    "It¡¯s her first Lantern Festival in the capital¡ªof course she¡¯ll go." Prince Chen snapped out of his thoughts. "Father, why do you ask?"

    "If you want to go, then go." Emperor Longfeng waved a hand. "The girl has had a difficult past. As her betrothed, you shouldn¡¯t miss her first Lantern Festival in the capital."

    Prince Chen shifted in his seat but remained. "Father, your son isn¡¯t the type to forget his parents for the sake of a wife. Tonight, I¡¯ll stay with you."

    "Really?" Emperor Longfeng raised an eyebrow.

    "Really." Prince Chen glanced at the darkened sky and gritted his teeth as he nodded.

    The emperor laughed, watching his son¡ªphysically present but mentally far away¡ªand kicked him lightly. "Go, go! On such an important day for your mother and me, who needs you here?"

    Prince Chen dodged the kick and poured tea for Emperor Longfeng and Empress Su. "You really don¡¯t want me to stay?"

    "Liu Zhongbao told me the eldest, second, and third princes have all taken their consorts out to enjoy the festivities." Emperor Longfeng stood and took Empress Su¡¯s hand. "Later, your mother and I will also leave the palace incognito. If you¡¯d rather stay in Bright Moon Palace, I won¡¯t force you¡ª"

    "This son won¡¯t disturb Father and Mother any longer. I take my leave." Prince Chen sprang up, ran a few steps, then turned back and held out his hand.

    Emperor Longfeng rummaged in his sleeve and tossed him a pouch. "You¡¯re a grown man, yet you still ask your father for money to take your betrothed out?"

    "Father, a little more." Prince Chen kept his hand outstretched. "There are two of us spending it."

    "Liu Zhongbao." Emperor Longfeng sighed in resignation. "Give him a banknote."

    Liu Zhongbao pulled several banknotes from his robe and asked cheerfully, "Your Majesty, which one would you like to give His Highness?"

    Prince Chen leaped up and snatched all of them. "Thank you, Father! Thank you, Mother! This son takes his leave!"

    Watching the prince¡¯s delighted retreat, Liu Zhongbao bowed with a chuckle. "This old servant failed to protect the silver. I beg Your Majesty¡¯s punishment."

    "Enough, enough. You clearly failed on purpose." Emperor Longfeng laughed instead of scolding him. "Let¡¯s go¡ªwe¡¯ll see the commoners¡¯ fireworks for ourselves."

    By the time Prince Chen, pockets full of silver and accompanied by the Imperial Guards, reached the Ming Family¡¯s residence, he learned they had left half an hour earlier. The servants didn¡¯t know where they had gone for the festivities.

    Amid the bustling crowds, Prince Chen¡¯s smile faded. Walking shoulder-to-shoulder through the streets, he found the Lantern Festival dull¡ªnothing but crowds and outdated lantern designs.

    Scholars and beauties solved riddles, military officers carried packages for their wives, and food stalls steamed in the cold night air, packed with guests.

    "Your Highness," an Imperial Guard whispered. "Shall we return to the palace?"

    "No need. This prince will wander a bit." Spotting a stall selling puppy-shaped lanterns, he bought one and carried it.

    The musicians¡¯ tunes were lackluster, the acrobats¡¯ tricks transparently clumsy, and even the clown¡¯s act¡ªwhich had others roaring with laughter¡ªheld no appeal.

    The candle in his lantern flickered, nearly spent. Prince Chen paused, looking up at the full moon with a scoff before turning to the guard. "Find me a new candle."

    "Brother, that lantern is so pretty!" Jiuzhu pointed to one atop a stall. "I want to buy it."

    Ming Jiyuan glanced at the four or five lanterns already in his hands and nodded without hesitation. "Buy it."

    "Shopkeeper, how much for this lantern?" Jiuzhu approached the stall, pointing at the one on display.

    "Young lady, this is our showcase piece¡ªit¡¯s not for sale." The vendor, charmed by her bright demeanor, explained kindly. "You¡¯re welcome to browse our other lanterns."

    "It¡¯s not for sale?" Jiuzhu¡¯s shoulders slumped. "Alright."

    Seeing her disappointment, Ming Jiyuan quickly consoled her. "Shall we try another stall?" Sear?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Okay." But after searching two or three streets without finding a similar lantern, Jiuzhu plopped onto a roadside stone bench in defeat. "I guess we won¡¯t find one tonight."

    "You liked it that much?" Ming Jiyuan bought two masks and handed her one. "Let me see if I can arrange something."

    "No need, brother." Jiuzhu shook her head. "Since His Highness couldn¡¯t leave the palace tonight, I just wanted to bring him some beautiful lanterns to see. It¡¯s fine if we can¡¯t get that one."

    "All these lanterns¡­ were for Prince Chen?"

    "Not quite." Jiuzhu pointed cheerfully at one of the lanterns. "This one is for you, brother. I noticed you sneaking glances at it several times. The others are for Father, Mother, and Sister Chunfen."

    "What about yours?" Ming Jiyuan asked with a smile.

    Jiuzhu froze. "I... forgot mine."

    "You silly girl." Ming Jiyuan chuckled, putting on his mask. "Come on, I¡¯ll take you to pick one¡ªthe lantern you like."

    Mimicking her brother, Jiuzhu slipped her mask on and skipped after him. "Brother, I saw so many scholars solving lantern riddles earlier. You¡¯re so talented¡ªwhy didn¡¯t you join them?"

    "Solving riddles is a chance for scholars to show off. I¡¯m already an official in court¡ªno need to make things harder for them." Ming Jiyuan glanced back, concerned. "The streets are crowded. Hold onto my sleeve so you don¡¯t get lost."

    "Then let¡¯s watch the lantern show!" Jiuzhu tugged at his sleeve. "Look, there¡¯s a huge crowd over there!"

    "Alright." Ming Jiyuan balanced several lanterns in one hand while shielding his sister with the other, skillfully weaving through the crowd until they secured the perfect viewing spot.

    Behind their masks, he couldn¡¯t see her expression, but he knew she was smiling brightly.

    She gasped with the crowd, clapping along, carefree and innocent.

    Under the dazzling lights, she removed her mask, her beautiful eyes sparkling with joy.

    If he had a choice, he wouldn¡¯t want his sister to marry into the royal family.

    Yet here she was, walking street after street just to buy Prince Chen a lantern, ignoring the festive sights around her, even forgetting to taste the sweet yuanxiao.

    "Brother?" Jiuzhu noticed his gaze and touched her face in confusion. "What¡¯s wrong?"

    "Put your mask back on." Ming Jiyuan adjusted it for her. "The show¡¯s over. How about I take you for some yuanxiao?"

    "Okay!" She nodded eagerly, but as they passed rows of lantern stalls, her eyes still searched for the one she truly wanted.

    Suddenly, Jiuzhu spotted a figure in the distance¡ªone hand holding a puppy-shaped lantern, the other clutching the very lantern she¡¯d been seeking. She hurried forward. "Excuse me, sir!"

    The man stopped and turned sharply, his gaze landing on her masked face. "Ming Little Pig?"

    "Your Highness?!" Jiuzhu pulled off her mask. "How did you know it was me?"

    "Even if you covered your entire head, I¡¯d recognize you." He glanced at the lanterns in his hands and held them out. "Here. For you."

    The candlelight flickered inside the lanterns as Jiuzhu took them. "Both... for me?"

    "Who else would I buy them for?" Prince Chen studied her mask. "Where did you get this? I¡¯ll buy one too."

    Jiuzhu turned to Ming Jiyuan. "Brother, where did we buy the masks?"

    "About a hundred steps ahead, there¡¯s a stall selling them." Ming Jiyuan¡¯s gaze lingered on the puppy lantern in her hands¡ªhe remembered her zodiac sign was the dog.

    "Ah, Third Young Master Ming is here too." Prince Chen nodded politely. "Are Lord Ming and Lady Shen with you?"

    "Your Highness, my parents had other arrangements." Ming Jiyuan glanced at the lantern in Jiuzhu¡¯s grasp and spoke gently, "My sister wanted to buy this lantern for you and searched three whole streets without success. Yet here you are, already holding it. Perhaps this is fate."

    "Your Highness, my sister is young and na?ve. Please return her to our estate before midnight." Ming Jiyuan smiled faintly. "I¡¯ll take my leave now."

    Prince Chen watched his future brother-in-law depart, impressed. No wonder people praised Ming Jiyuan as a refined and courteous gentleman¡ªwhat a considerate man.

    "Brother!" Jiuzhu called after him, eyes brimming with reluctance. "Why are you leaving already?"

    "I have matters to attend to." Ming Jiyuan glanced at Prince Chen. "His Highness will keep you company."

    One had wandered the streets, determined to find him the perfect lantern.

    The other had bought her a puppy lantern, carrying it through the bustling crowds, waiting who knew how long.

    How could he bear to play the stern Queen Mother, parting lovers with her hairpin?

 Chapter 69

    The night breeze was gentle, and the streets were aglow with colorful lanterns. Prince Chen¡¯s gaze swept over the cheerful crowd before settling on the young girl beside him. He reached out to smooth the fluttering silk sash behind her. "Shall I take you to try some yuanxiao?"

    "Alright." Jiuzhu nodded with a smile, as if she always agreed with whatever he suggested.

    "Your Highness," a guard from the Imperial Dragon Guard whispered, "we¡¯ve inquired ahead. There¡¯s a restaurant nearby known for its excellent yuanxiao."

    They were concerned about the safety of ingredients from street vendors.

    Jiuzhu reluctantly pulled her gaze away from the stalls and tugged at Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve. "Then let¡¯s go to that restaurant."

    "Very well." Prince Chen took her hand and walked at a leisurely pace. Passing by the lantern shop that had earlier claimed its lanterns weren¡¯t for sale, Jiuzhu noticed the one that had hung at the highest point was now gone.

    "What¡¯s wrong?" Prince Chen shook the lantern in his hand. "Isn¡¯t this the one we bought here?"

    "Your Highness is correct. It was indeed purchased here."

    The shopkeeper, recognizing Jiuzhu standing beside Prince Chen, gave her an awkward smile.

    Jiuzhu turned to Prince Chen and whispered, "When I asked earlier, the owner said it wasn¡¯t for sale. How did you manage to buy it?"

    Prince Chen smirked mysteriously. "Take a guess."

    Jiuzhu thought for a moment. "Did you solve all their lantern riddles?"

    Prince Chen chuckled and shook his head, leading her forward without answering.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu pressed, her curiosity piqued. "Tell me, please."

    "Money," Prince Chen replied, barely suppressing a laugh. "If you offer enough, even the most stubborn merchant will relent."

    Jiuzhu: "..."

    So it was such a straightforward method.

    "But where did you get so much money?" Jiuzhu eyed him suspiciously. "Didn¡¯t His Majesty forbid Her Majesty from giving you allowances?"

    "Father did say Mother couldn¡¯t subsidize me, but he never said he couldn¡¯t." Prince Chen smirked. "This money came from him."

    He didn¡¯t tell Jiuzhu that he was already wealthy¡ªperhaps because the way she earnestly saved money for him was too endearing.

    "His Majesty is quite..." Jiuzhu glanced at the guards behind them. "...quite a man of his word."

    Forbidding the mother from giving money to her child while secretly slipping him funds himself¡ªwasn¡¯t that the epitome of doting?

    Fortunately, His Highness was an immortal child descended to earth, unspoiled despite such indulgence.

    Prince Chen stifled a laugh. "Indeed. Father has always been resolute in his decisions."

    A flower vendor stood by the roadside. Prince Chen tossed a handful of coins and bought a spring orchid, tucking it into Jiuzhu¡¯s hair.

    The small orchid was unassuming, but earlier, while strolling, he¡¯d noticed many men buying similar trinkets for their companions.

    "Ming little pig."

    "Hmm?" Jiuzhu looked up.

    "We¡¯ve arrived at the restaurant." Prince Chen smiled at the phoenix lantern hanging by the entrance.

    "Dragon and Phoenix Harmony, Five Blessings Arrive, Perfect Ten..." Jiuzhu read the poetic names of the yuanxiao on the menu. "They¡¯ve put a lot of thought into these names."

    "It¡¯s the Lantern Festival¡ªeverything¡¯s for good fortune." Prince Chen glanced up and spotted Prince Huai and Princess Huai seated on the second floor.

    "Fifth Brother." Prince Huai leaned against the window, smiling. "Come join us."

    Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu. "Shall we?"

    Jiuzhu nodded. "Since His Highness Prince Huai has invited, how could you refuse?"

    Prince Chen laughed and led her upstairs.

    Though the restaurant was bustling with yuanxiao enthusiasts, Prince Huai¡¯s private room held only him and his wife.

    Prince Chen stepped inside. "Elder Brother and Sister-in-law have chosen an excellent spot. The view here captures the festival¡¯s splendor."

    Jiuzhu curtsied, and Princess Huai gracefully acknowledged her with a smile.

    "Fifth Brother, County Mistress Ming, please sit." Prince Huai gestured warmly. "The capital is vast, yet we¡¯ve crossed paths. Fate must have brought us together."

    A waiter brought steaming bowls of yuanxiao. "Esteemed guests, this is Dragon and Phoenix Harmony. Please enjoy."

    "What makes it Dragon and Phoenix Harmony?" Jiuzhu asked curiously.

    "The yuanxiao contains two fillings that complement each other¡ªneither overpowering, leaving a lingering fragrance. Just like the harmony of dragon and phoenix," the waiter explained cheerfully. "May your love be as sweet as these dumplings."

    "Well said." Prince Chen tossed him a silver ingot. "Bring us some more snacks."

    "Right away! Thank you, noble guest!" The waiter bowed and closed the door behind him.

    "Try the fillings. What flavors do you taste?" Prince Chen nudged the bowl toward Jiuzhu.

    "Fruit filling." Jiuzhu took a bite, then scooped another. "Still fruit."

    "Didn¡¯t ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????he say two fillings?" Prince Chen picked up his spoon and stole one from her bowl.

    "What¡¯s the taste?" Jiuzhu watched him intently.

    Prince Chen set down the spoon and wiped his lips. "Peanut and sesame."

    Prince Huai glanced at the untouched bowl beside Prince Chen. Was his own yuanxiao unworthy, or did he simply prefer stealing from Jiuzhu¡¯s?

    "Which filling do you prefer, Your Highness?" Jiuzhu asked.

    "Neither stands out." Prince Chen finally remembered his own bowl and pulled it closer. "It¡¯s just for the auspicious name. I¡¯m not fond of sticky sweets usually."

    But for the sake of "Dragon and Phoenix Harmony," he¡¯d endure it.

    "Your Highness, look." Jiuzhu pointed outside. The lantern-lit streets stretched like glittering rivers of light.

    Prince Chen stood beside her as the night breeze tousled their hair.

    "Isn¡¯t it beautiful?"

    "Yes." He glanced at her. "Very beautiful."

    This night, this breeze, and her¡ªthis was the perfect Lantern Festival.

    Prince Huai wondered if inviting his brother and County Mistress Ming had been a mistake.

    "The higher you stand, the finer the view," Prince Huai mused as the waiter brought fruits and snacks. He dismissed the servant and continued, "But the winds are fiercer at the summit. Have you ever considered building a tower to command all such vistas?"

    Prince Chen chuckled and returned to his seat. "Elder Brother jests. The entire realm belongs to Father. As his sons, what tower is forbidden to us? Why waste resources building anew?"

    Prince Huai studied him. "True. Under Father¡¯s shelter, no place is beyond our reach."

    Below, a street vendor¡¯s cry drifted up to Jiuzhu, who leaned on the windowsill, enthralled by the passersby.

    Princess Huai observed the girl who¡¯d returned to the capital less than a year ago and offered her a plate of cheese cakes. "County Mistress Ming, try these."

    "Thank you, Princess." Jiuzhu accepted politely, nibbling without probing about palace affairs or seeking favor.

    Princess Huai found it odd. Had Ming Jiuzhu never considered life after marrying into royalty? Even Sun Caiyao, before wedding the Fourth Prince, had subtly courted her goodwill. How could an outsider like Ming Jiuzhu, raised apart from her family, be so unconcerned?

    "Open your mouth." Prince Chen picked up a piece of Jiuzhu''s favorite pastry with his chopsticks and held it to her lips.

    Jiuzhu ate the pastry without hesitation.

    Princess Huai watched the intimate exchange between the two, lowering her gaze as she sipped her tea. In one''s youth, having the favor of someone close by naturally made one fearless and unbothered by the world.

    But men were fickle creatures.

    She glanced at Prince Huai, pretending not to care about the concubines and side chambers in their mansion.

    Though the courtyard of Zhangliu Palace was small, it housed only the prince and her. Here, she no longer had to wonder which woman¡¯s quarters he had visited or torment herself over such thoughts.

    Looking at the young girl before her, whose smile was pure and unguarded, Princess Huai felt a pang of pity. Women who married into the imperial family could not afford such naivety.

    "Fifth Brother and County Mistress Ming¡¯s wedding is approaching. As your elder brother, I wish the two of you a harmonious union, blessed with prosperity and happiness." Prince Huai raised his teacup. "When the time comes, you must drink a few more cups with me."

    Prince Chen lifted his cup with a faint smile. "Drinking in moderation is best. As long as we¡¯re happy."

    "Had I known Fifth Brother would be accompanying County Mistress Ming, we should have arranged to stroll around together. The more, the merrier." Prince Huai smirked meaningfully. "In previous years, you never cared for such gatherings. I assumed County Mistress Ming would be with her family and didn¡¯t think much of it. My oversight¡ªI failed to consider your preferences."

    Prince Chen raised an eyebrow, replying bluntly, "Elder Brother, you¡¯re drinking tea today, yet you sound drunk."

    Prince Huai: "¡­"

    Was Yun Duqing truly oblivious to his overtures of goodwill, or was he feigning ignorance?

    "Elder Brother and Sister-in-Law are spending the Lantern Festival together. How could I intrude?" Prince Chen chuckled lightly. "If you keep this up, Sister-in-Law might grow upset."

    Prince Huai laughed heartily. "You exaggerate, Fifth Brother. Your sister-in-law is ever gracious¡ªwhy would she mind such trivialities?" sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "I have no wish to disturb you two, nor do I want others interrupting my time with my betrothed." Prince Chen set down his teacup. "We¡¯ve finished the sweet dumplings. It¡¯s time we took our leave."

    You may not care about your wife¡¯s feelings, but I must consider my fianc¨¦e¡¯s thoughts.

    "Fifth Brother." Princess Huai spoke gently. "The view upstairs is lovely. Let County Mistress Ming stay a while longer."

    Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu.

    "I¡¯ll follow Your Highness¡¯s lead." Jiuzhu answered earnestly. "Where would you like to go next?"

    "I¡¯ll take you somewhere special." Prince Chen extended his hand. Jiuzhu placed hers in his and stood as he pulled her up. "Where are we going?"

    "You¡¯ll see when we get there." At the door, Prince Chen lazily nodded at Prince and Princess Huai. "Elder Brother, Sister-in-Law, farewell."

    "Take care, Fifth Brother." As the sound of their footsteps faded down the stairs, Prince Huai¡¯s smile cooled. "Who knows whom Yun Duqing takes after¡ªslippery as an eel, impervious to persuasion."

    "Your Highness." Princess Huai walked to the window, watching Prince Chen and Ming Jiuzhu step out of the tavern hand in hand, laughing as they disappeared into the bustling crowd. A faint smile touched her lips. "The bond between Fifth Brother and County Mistress Ming is truly heartwarming."

    "Whether it¡¯s heartwarming or not hardly matters." Prince Huai had no interest in the topic. "In a few years, it won¡¯t stop other women from entering his household. You women fret over such trivialities too much."

    He glanced at Prince Chen¡¯s empty bowl of sweet dumplings. "Well, well. He actually finished a whole bowl. How rare."

    He remembered when Yun Duqing was five¡ªeveryone at the table had eaten the festive dumplings, but the boy had stubbornly refused to touch his, claiming they were sticky and unpleasant.

    Since then, without fail, Prince Chen¡¯s bowl had always been filled with substitutes, never the traditional dumplings.

    "It seems people really do change." Prince Huai followed his wife¡¯s gaze out the window, seeing only the dense sea of pedestrians.

    "Let¡¯s return to the palace."

    For some reason, it felt as though Fifth Brother¡¯s words had grown increasingly enigmatic lately.

 Chapter 70

    Jiuzhu had expected Prince Chen to take her to some refined music house or a place frequented by talented scholars and beauties. To her surprise, he brought her to a bridge instead.

    A few lonely red lanterns hung from the bridge, and very few pedestrians passed by, making the place feel desolate. Lights drifted lazily along the river''s surface, resembling shooting stars taking a break.

    "Your Highness, what are we here to see?" Jiuzhu glanced around curiously.

    "Shh, here they come." Prince Chen pointed below the bridge, where a wooden boat slowly made its way upstream. Two men stood on the boat, holding fishing nets.

    "Fishing on the Lantern Festival? Are there even fish in this river?" Jiuzhu peered down with interest.

    Then she watched as the two men used their nets to scoop up the lanterns floating on the water.

    Jiuzhu: "..."

    "Every year, countless people release lanterns onto the river, leaving behind a mess of debris. So the capital magistrate came up with a solution¡ªsending people to secretly fish them out downstream." Prince Chen didn¡¯t mention that, in his youthful ignorance, he had once released a lantern too.

    "The gods will understand as long as the heart is sincere," Jiuzhu said, making a Daoist gesture with her fingers. "Heaven knows everyone¡¯s intentions."

    The two of them leaned against the bridge railing, watching the lantern retrieval for a while.

    Ever since discovering his own lantern had been fished out, Prince Chen had developed a peculiar fondness for watching others¡¯ lanterns meet the same fate. Because he always observed from secluded spots during the festival, his brothers assumed he simply disliked the bustle of the Lantern Festival.

    "It¡¯s almost midnight," Prince Chen said, pulling two red strings from his sleeve. He led Jiuzhu to a tree and handed her one. "Here, tie this to the branch."

    Mimicking him, Jiuzhu stood on tiptoe to fasten the string to the tree. "Your Highness, what does this symbolize?"

    "It represents safety, health, and freedom from misfortune." Prince Chen let go, smiling as he looked at their intertwined red strings. "Let¡¯s go, I¡¯ll take you home."

    No sooner had he spoken than a pair of lovers stood beneath the same tree, sweetly tying their own red strings together.

    "My love, once our strings are bound, we¡¯ll never part," the woman murmured.

    "Of course, my heart belongs only to you," the man replied.

    Prince Chen cleared his throat awkwardly. "Let¡¯s go. They must be outsiders who don¡¯t know the capital¡¯s customs."

    "Oh." Jiuzhu glanced back at the couple, then nodded slowly, choosing to believe him.

    Only the imperial guards trailing behind them struggled to suppress their laughter.

    Every local knew that during the Lantern Festival, lovers tying red strings together symbolized an everlasting bond.

    The easier the lie was now, the more awkward the truth would be later.

    Men¡ªalways so bold in deception, yet so evasive when caught.

    Prince Chen held Jiuzhu¡¯s hand as they walked slowly, but eventually, they reached the Ming residence. He had a guard knock on the gate, only releasing her hand when the doors opened. "Go rest early."

    Jiuzhu nodded obediently, lifting her skirt to climb the steps while Prince Chen watched her.

    "Your Highness." She raised the small dog-shaped lantern in her hand. "Thank you for the lantern. I love it."

    Prince Chen looked down at his own lantern. "This one¡­ I love it too."

    Though she hadn¡¯t found it after searching street after street, he had managed to buy it.

    Perhaps this was what they called a shared heart.

    As Jiuzhu stepped into the courtyard with her lantern, she found her father, mother, and brother all seated together, turning to look at her in unison. "You¡¯re back?"

    She startled, taking a step back. "You¡¯re all here?"

    "Come sit." Lady Shen glanced at the lantern in Jiuzhu¡¯s hand before beckoning her over.

    "Did you enjoy your time with Prince Chen?" She checked her daughter¡¯s hands, relieved to find them warm and unharmed.

    "It was wonderful." Jiuzhu nodded. "On the way, we ran into Prince Huai. He said some strange things."

    She recounted Prince Huai¡¯s words to her family.

    "Prince Huai may seem simple, but he¡¯s sharp-minded. Take only two parts of his words seriously," Ming Jingzhou advised. "His consort is the daughter of Wu Mian, the Ministry of Works¡¯ deputy minister. Though Wu has his petty schemes, he¡¯s fundamentally a decent official. You needn¡¯t worry too much when interacting with Prince Huai¡¯s consort, as long as you avoid political discussions."

    "Father, are you saying Prince Huai wants¡­" She lowered her voice. "The throne?"

    "What prince doesn¡¯t?" Ming Jingzhou analyzed the princes and their consorts for Jiuzhu. "With the fourth prince¡¯s fall from grace, the eldest prince benefits the most. Before, the fourth prince overshadowed Prince Huai in reputation, despite being the eldest."

    "His words to Prince Chen aren¡¯t genuine submission¡ªhe¡¯s wary of Empress Su¡¯s favor with the Emperor." Ming Jingzhou shook his head. "This generation of princes pales in comparison to the last."

    Empress Su had only just been enthroned, yet Prince Huai was already currying favor with Prince Chen¡ªtoo eager, too insincere.

    Unless Prince Chen was a fool, he¡¯d never fall for it.

    "What did Prince Chen say?"

    "Nothing. He just took me out to enjoy the festival." Jiuzhu smiled, recalling how Prince Chen had told her not to pay Prince Huai much mind after leaving the tavern. "He didn¡¯t seem interested in engaging with him either."

    Ming Jingzhou relaxed. With the Emperor still in his prime, he worried Prince Chen might entertain improper ambitions now that Lady Su was empress.

    "It¡¯s late¡ªlet the child sleep," Lady Shen interjected. "Relatives will start sending dowry gifts soon. If she doesn¡¯t rest well tonight, she¡¯ll be exhausted tomorrow."

    As the wedding drew nearer, her heart felt emptier. She checked and rechecked the dowry list, terrified of missing something.

    Even her dreams were haunted by worries over her daughter¡¯s marriage.

    She¡­ couldn¡¯t bear to let go.

    By the time Prince Chen returned to Kirin Palace, it was very late. A eunuch helped him remove his outer robe. "Your Highness, was the capital lively tonight?"

    "Very." Prince Chen removed his jade crown. "Brilliant lights¡ªquite entertaining."

    As he washed his face, he remembered the lantern. "Take care of the lantern I brought back. Don¡¯t damage it." Sear?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Rest assured, we¡¯ve stored it safely." The eunuch, emboldened by his good mood, ventured, "With Lady Su¡¯s enthronement today, all the servants in Kirin Palace wish to pay their respects to Your Highness. Would you¡­?"

    "Who suggested this?" Prince Chen¡¯s expression darkened, his gaze turning stormy. "Five princes reside in Kirin Palace. Should all the servants come bow to me alone?"

    The eunuch dropped to his knees in fright.

    "Investigate who started this," Prince Chen sneered. "Once identified, hand them to the Palace Administration and report it to Chief Eunuch Liu Zhongbao. I can¡¯t be bothered with such trivialities."

    Since his father¡¯s ascension, he could strut through the palace unchallenged¡ªdid he need the homage of a few Kirin Palace servants?

    By ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????the next morning, the incident had already reached Liu Zhongbao¡¯s ears.

    "Since when would someone as noble as His Highness Prince Chen be swayed by such trivial flatteries?" Liu Zhongbao sneered. "At this point, if they still refuse to behave, do they all wish to follow in Lady Zheng¡¯s footsteps?"

    "Those who lack sense have no place in the palace." Liu Zhongbao waved his hand dismissively. "Deal with them according to palace regulations¡ªjust ensure no blood is spilled. His Highness¡¯s grand wedding approaches. We mustn¡¯t let these worthless creatures taint the palace."

    "Eunuch Liu, a maid from the Imperial Wardrobe Bureau passed away last night."

    "Oh?" Liu Zhongbao rubbed his temples, and a young eunuch immediately stepped forward to attend to him.

    "What was her name? Where did she serve before?"

    "The maid was called Hong Mei. She was once Lady Zheng¡¯s first-rank personal attendant."

    "Hong Mei?" Liu Zhongbao vaguely recalled her. "How did she die?"

    "She ingested something by mistake. Before her death, she wailed in agony for nearly half an hour before finally succumbing."

    "Then bury her quietly. No fuss. Hang two feet of red cloth in her quarters to ward off ill omens." Liu Zhongbao¡¯s tone carried a veiled warning. "In this harem, those who betray their masters never meet a good end. All of you, remember this well¡ªno matter whom you serve, serve faithfully. A servant shares their master¡¯s shame, joy, and sorrow. Those who forget this will learn their lesson the hard way."

    "Thank you for your guidance, Eunuch." The young eunuchs trembled in fear.

    "Xiao Li, Xiao De." Liu Zhongbao pointed at two of them. "Accompany me to inspect Kirin Palace. With Prince Chen¡¯s wedding imminent, not a single misstep can be tolerated."

    Kirin Palace was reserved for imperial princes. Since the founding of the Great Cheng Dynasty, only five princes had resided there¡ªeach deeply cherished by the Emperor.

    If not for a beloved son, why else would it bear the name "Kirin"?

    Stepping inside, every plant and decoration had been freshly replaced. The pillars and corridors gleamed with new lacquer, and the finest incense burned daily to repel pests.

    However, Prince Chen had explicitly forbidden incense in his chambers. Instead, fresh flowers and fruits adorned every room, replaced every three hours, filling Kirin Palace with a delicate, natural fragrance.

    Red candles, red silks, red lanterns¡ªeven the servants stationed there had been meticulously chosen for auspicious birth charts. Liu Zhongbao wiped every corner with a white handkerchief before nodding in approval. "Satisfactory. Stay sharp. If anyone ruins this, don¡¯t blame me for being merciless."

    "Eunuch Liu." A young eunuch approached and whispered, "The Fourth Prince¡¯s consort has sent word. She requests a maid from Qianyi Pavilion."

    Liu Zhongbao flicked his horsetail whisk. "Since the Fourth Prince¡¯s consort personally asked, this old servant must oblige. Send the girl over."

    He recalled that Lady Zheng had another first-rank maid named Bai Shao. No doubt, she was the one the Fourth Prince wanted.

    Bai Shao stood outside Zhangliu Palace, clutching her bundle. She smoothed the worn fabric of her dress and stepped through the gates with bowed head.

    In the outer courtyard, several princes busied themselves with their own affairs, paying no heed to the entering maid.

    "Your Highness." A eunuch hurried past her, rushing to Prince Chen¡¯s side. "Your Highness, the Palace Administration Bureau says the item you requested is unavailable."

    "Then have it made anew." Prince Chen clicked his tongue. "It must be ready before my wedding."

    Bai Shao snapped out of her daze. The wedding between County Princess Ming and Prince Chen was mere days away.

    "Wait." Prince Chen called the eunuch back. "First, deliver this to County Princess Ming for me."

    Bai Shao glanced over. In Prince Chen¡¯s hand was what appeared to be...

    A letter?

    "Your Highness, just the letter? Nothing else?"

    "Why waste words?" Prince Chen¡¯s brow furrowed slightly. "If the County Princess writes a reply, wait at the Ming residence and bring it back to me."

    The servants of Zhangliu Palace were far inferior to the seasoned attendants he was accustomed to.

    Tch. Not a shred of perceptiveness among them!

 Chapter 71

    "County Princess, His Highness says he won''t be able to leave the palace for the next few days. If you have anything to say, you may write it in a letter for him." The blue-robed eunuch cautiously glanced at the future Princess Consort of Chen. "This is the letter His Highness wrote for you. Please read it."

    Jiuzhu took the letter and turned to see her brother Ming Jiyuan and her mother Lady Shen watching her. She paused before opening it.

    "I''ll go check on the kitchen," Lady Shen stood up, giving her daughter some privacy.

    Ming Jiyuan reluctantly rose as well. "I''ll go read in the study."

    They had only just returned from an outing late last night¡ªbarely five or six hours apart¡ªand already there was a need for letters? S§×ar?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Jiuzhu opened the letter and read every word carefully before asking the eunuch, "His Highness won''t be able to leave the palace before the second day of February?"

    The blue-robed eunuch bowed respectfully. "Please rest assured, County Princess. His Highness will write to you every day. If you wish to reply, this servant will wait here for your letter to take back."

    He silently prayed that the County Princess would write back¡ªotherwise, he wouldn¡¯t know how to face His Highness.

    "Please wait a moment, honored eunuch." Jiuzhu stood and called for a maid to serve him tea while she hurried back to her room with the letter.

    She felt she had nothing particular to write about, yet so many things she wanted to share with His Highness.

    Like the spring orchids blooming in the courtyard, the praise from the etiquette matron sent by the Ministry of Rites, or the interesting travel journals she found in her brother¡¯s study.

    After scribbling down a long, meandering letter, she finally ended it with a few words:

    "All is well, Your Highness need not worry."

    Once the ink dried, she folded the letter into an envelope. After a moment¡¯s thought, she took another sheet of paper, sketched a spring orchid, and tucked it inside.

    The new season brought new beginnings, and the first bloom of the orchid symbolized just that.

    ---

    "Princess Consort, Aunt Bai Shao has arrived."

    Sun Caiyao set down her book and studied the woman before her. She had delicate features, a respectful demeanor, and an air of steadiness about her.

    "This servant, Bai Shao, greets the Princess Consort." Bai Shao performed a deep bow of submission.

    "No need for such formality." Sun Caiyao stepped forward to take her hand¡ªrough and strong from years of labor in Qianyi Pavilion. Her smile deepened. "Auntie served by Her Highness¡¯s side. No one knows the palace¡¯s ways better than you."

    "Given His Highness and my current circumstances, I must ask you to endure some hardship for now." Sun Caiyao returned to her seat. "You remain a first-rank palace maid in the imperial registry, and you will be treated as such here."

    "Thank you, Princess Consort." Bai Shao bowed deeply again.

    "Go rest for now. If His Highness summons you, you may go pay your respects." Sun Caiyao¡¯s feelings toward Bai Shao were complicated. Logically, there was nothing wrong with the woman, yet she couldn¡¯t bring herself to feel close to her.

    Bai Shao waited in her room for hours, but no summons came from the Fourth Prince. The servants in Zhangliu Palace were all assigned by the Palace Administration Office, leaving her feeling out of place, uneasy in her own surroundings.

    "Did you hear? Last night, a maid from the Imperial Wardrobe Bureau ate something wrong. She screamed in agony before she died¡ªher face was still twisted in pain afterward."

    "Hush, keep your voice down. Don¡¯t let the Fourth Prince or Princess Consort hear. They say that maid used to serve His Highness¡¯s birth mother."

    "Lady Zheng offended Her Majesty the Empress while she was alive. Did you really think her people would be spared?"

    Bai Shao, who had been about to step outside, froze.

    Hong Mei was dead?

    She knew better than to think this conversation was mere coincidence.

    In the palace, there were no coincidences¡ªonly deliberate acts.

    By the time the whispering servants had left, Bai Shao had already splashed cold water on her face, straightened her robes, and stepped out with perfect composure.

    "Aunt Bai Shao! I was just looking for you." A young maid hurried over. "His Highness wishes to see you. Come quickly."

    When she met the Fourth Prince, he said nothing to her. She kowtowed once, then withdrew from the courtyard.

    ---

    In the outer courtyard, Prince An and Prince Jing were admiring paintings. Prince An glanced at Prince Chen, who sat in a corner, and curiosity got the better of him.

    "Fifth Brother, last time you mentioned showing us Princess Consort¡¯s paintings. Might we see them today¡ª"

    "The weather isn¡¯t suitable for appreciating art today." Prince Chen refused without hesitation. "If Second and Third Brothers are bored, take a stroll in the imperial gardens."

    "What¡¯s there to do there?"

    "The spring scenery is lovely, the grass is lush¡ªperfect for weeding."

    Just then, the eunuch delivering letters returned. Prince Chen stood and tilted his chin up. "Enjoy your paintings, elder brothers. I¡¯ll return to my quarters."

    Prince An looked up at the clear sky. Wasn¡¯t today¡¯s weather perfectly fine?

    "Never mind, Second Brother." Prince Jing, true to his serene title, smiled gently. "It seems Fifth Brother is reluctant to share his consort¡¯s paintings."

    "The more he refuses, the more curious I become." Prince An sighed. "I¡¯ll ask the County Princess myself once she enters the palace."

    Prince Jing chuckled. He was, after all, a man who preferred quiet.

    "Speaking of which, for Fifth Brother¡¯s wedding to County Princess Ming, should we send gifts to the Ming family?" Prince An mused. With Prince Chen being the Empress¡¯s son¡ªand thus a likely future Crown Prince¡ªJiuzhu would become Crown Princess. Wouldn¡¯t it be wise to curry favor with her family early?

    But he couldn¡¯t help but feel wary of Ming Jinghai¡¯s temperament. The man was infamous for once drawing his sword on bandits.

    "We could follow Eldest Brother¡¯s lead," Prince Jing suggested mildly as he tidied the books on the table. "If he sends gifts, we will too."

    Prince An fell silent. If he only followed the Eldest Prince¡¯s example, how could he secure the future Crown Princess¡¯s family¡¯s goodwill?

    ---

    Meanwhile, the Ming residence was nearly overflowing with dowry gifts from noble families across the capital. Many were relatives of the groom¡¯s side, yet they all sent lavish presents under the guise of "adding to the bride¡¯s trousseau."

    That wasn¡¯t all. The Emperor and Empress also bestowed endless rewards from their private treasuries, while officials from the Palace Administration Office and the Ministry of Rites frequented the Ming household so often they nearly wore out the doorstep.

    The Emperor¡¯s blatant favoritism toward Prince Chen was obvious to all. Some even suspected the wedding¡¯s grandeur would rival that of a Crown Prince¡¯s ceremony.

    Yet no one in the Ministry of Rites dared object. None of the other imperial sons¡¯ in-laws spoke against it either. Thus, the wedding proceeded under an unspoken consensus¡ªeveryone sensed something was amiss, but no one dared say a word.

    On the first day of February, the Ministry of Rites delivered the finalized bridal attire to the Ming household.

    A jewel-encrusted phoenix-and-dragon coronet, auspicious robes embroidered with paired dragons and phoenixes, a "blossoming as one" round fan, and an array of matching ornaments.

    "Mother." Ming Jiyuan studied the items without joy. "These are of higher rank than the trial garments sent earlier."

    Typically, a prince¡¯s consort would wear a coronet with six dragons and six phoenixes. But the one prepared for Jiuzhu bore eight of each.

    "Your father is the Vice Minister of Rites. If these items had been tampered with, they would never have been sent to our Ming family." Lady Shen gazed at the phoenix crown on the tray. "So this can only be the intention of His Majesty and the Empress."

    "Both thunder and rain are signs of imperial favor." Lady Shen picked up a red silk cloth and covered the phoenix crown. "Go and fetch Jiuzhu. I have something to say to her."

    Ming Jiyuan turned and headed to his younger sister¡¯s courtyard.

    As a bride about to be married, Jiuzhu showed no signs of nervousness. Instead, she was leisurely walking her small white horse in the courtyard. She had raised the horse for over half a year, yet it hadn¡¯t grown much in size.

    "Brother?" Seeing Ming Jiyuan enter, Jiuzhu handed the reins to Chunfen. "What brings you here?"

    "Mother asked me to bring you over." Ming Jiyuan noticed his sister¡¯s simple double-coiled hairstyle, adorned with barely any hair ornaments. He thought of the lavish hairpins and jewelry sent by the Ministry of Rites and began to worry about her thick hair.

    "Have all the visiting ladies left?" Jiuzhu peeked out the door, scanning the courtyard.

    "They knew today was a busy day. Why would they linger? Don¡¯t worry, they¡¯ve all gone." Seeing his sister¡¯s cautious demeanor, Ming Jiyuan couldn¡¯t help but sigh. "What will you do after marrying Prince Chen, with your dislike for socializing?"

    "His Highness said I don¡¯t need to pay attention to those people." Jiuzhu tilted her head in confusion. "What else is there to do?"

    "Silly girl, you don¡¯t understand men well enough yet." Ming Jiyuan patted her head. "But I hope His Highness means every word he says."

    "His Highness wouldn¡¯t lie to me." Jiuzhu spoke with firm conviction. "He also said he¡¯ll often accompany me back home."

    Ming Jiyuan chuckled. His sister had grown up in a Taoist temple and knew little of the harsh expectations placed on women. The moment she stepped out of her family home after marriage, the world would no longer see her as part of the Ming family, but as belonging to her husband¡¯s household.

    He believed Prince Chen¡¯s words were sincere now, with no intention to deceive his sister. But life was long, and hearts were fickle. Not everyone could be like their parents, who remained devoted and loving through the years.

    "What if His Highness does deceive you?" Ming Jiyuan looked at his sister intently. "Jiuzhu, I hope you¡¯ll be a little selfish and love yourself more. As long as you¡¯re well, nothing else matters."

    Jiuzhu stepped into the main courtyard and, after a moment of silence, met her brother¡¯s gaze seriously. "If he truly deceives me, then so be it."

    Her ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????master had once said that the rarest thing in life was to follow one¡¯s heart.

    But she didn¡¯t find it difficult at all.

    In this world, many things could be redone, but life was given only once.

    Prince Chen had saved her life at Huaxi River, walked with her through the mountains and rivers of the capital, and admired the lanterns and moonlight of the Lantern Festival together.

    "Brother," Jiuzhu smiled. "I don¡¯t know what the future holds, but I choose to trust His Highness."

    "Everyone in this world may change, but to me, His Highness is the most special one." Jiuzhu tugged at Ming Jiyuan¡¯s sleeve. "So don¡¯t worry about me, brother. There are countless men in this world, and each will be someone¡¯s beloved."

    "Prince Chen is the one in your heart?" Ming Jiyuan had always thought his sister, raised in a Taoist temple, was naive and unaware of worldly matters. But now he realized she understood everything¡ªshe simply had a heart that embraced fate with ease.

    Prince Chen was her destined one.

    "Brother, His Highness isn¡¯t just the beloved in my heart." Jiuzhu grinned and skipped ahead, her carefree silhouette still that of an innocent maiden.

    Pushing open the door, Jiuzhu saw the meticulously folded wedding gown embroidered with dragons and phoenixes and whispered, "So beautiful."

    "Do you like it?" Lady Shen smiled at her.

    Jiuzhu nodded.

    "That¡¯s good." Lady Shen picked up a wooden comb from the table. "Jiuzhu, come. Let me comb your hair."

    In folk tradition, a bride¡¯s mother would comb her hair before marriage, wishing her a smooth and happy married life.

    Though royal weddings did not follow common customs, Lady Shen still wanted to give her daughter the same blessing every girl deserved.

 Chapter 72

    Letting her hair down, Lady Shen gently combed her daughter''s locks from root to tip with a wooden comb, smiling through tears. "Over the years, I''ve often bought hair ornaments for young girls, but sadly, they''ve gone unused all this time."

    "Mother, could you style my hair in twin buns? You made me so lovely¡ªthe hairpins you bought back then would surely look beautiful on me now." Jiuzhu turned and hugged Lady Shen''s waist, cooing like a child. "I adore those cute, pretty accessories."

    "Of course." Lady Shen bent down, patting her daughter''s back as if soothing a toddler. "Whatever hairstyle you fancy, Mother will do it for you today."

    Ming Jiyuan watched the embracing pair, turning his head to hide his glistening eyes before quietly stepping out and closing the door behind them.

    After a long embrace, Lady Shen brought out an intricately carved wooden chest. When opened, it revealed rows upon rows of delicate ornaments for a young girl¡ªgold necklaces, tinkling bells, longevity locks, hairpins with dangling pendants, and jade-adorned tassels, each radiating childlike whimsy.

    "So beautiful," Jiuzhu murmured, running her fingers over the treasures. This chest, filled to the brim¡ªhow many years had her mother spent yearning for her return?

    "Take ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????them all with you," Lady Shen said as she styled Jiuzhu''s hair. "May you and Prince Chen grow old together in harmony, united in love and devotion."

    Her movements were slightly unpracticed, yet every gesture brimmed with tenderness. "The royal family''s path isn''t easy, but with a steadfast heart, no challenge in this world can defeat you."

    The twin buns¡ªa maiden''s classic hairstyle.

    Lady Shen secured red-bean-shaped hairpins on either side. "Do you like it?"

    The world speaks of lovers'' yearning through red beans, but none fathom the depth of a parent''s love.

    "It''s perfect." Jiuzhu nodded emphatically at her reflection. "Thank you, Mother."

    "Jiuzhu." Lady Shen rested her hands on her daughter''s shoulders. "Never force yourself to endure hardship. The Ming family will always be your sanctuary."

    "Mother." Jiuzhu clasped her hands. "Please don''t grieve."

    "I''m not grieving." Lady Shen forced a smile. "I¡¯m just reluctant to let you go."

    The evening sun crept through the window lattice, playful as a child, spilling onto the dressing table.

    Jiuzhu hugged Lady Shen¡¯s waist again. "Mother, this will always be my home."

    A warm tear traced her cheek and lingered at the corner of her lips.

    Prince Chen awoke from his dream, staring into the pitch-black night outside. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he frowned. Dawn hasn¡¯t broken yet?

    A eunuch attending the outer chamber heard the rustling and whispered through the bed curtains, "Your Highness, you¡¯re awake?"

    "Light the lamps." Prince Chen rose. "Fetch water. I need to bathe."

    "Your Highness, you just bathed last night¡ª"

    "I dislike repeating myself."

    "At once, Your Highness."

    Prince Chen touched the scented balm on the table, then recalled Jiuzhu¡¯s allergy to perfumes. Worried she might dislike this fragrance too, he wiped his fingers with a handkerchief.

    Spring mornings take forever to brighten.

    Sun Caiyao, still half-asleep, was roused by the clamor from the neighboring courtyard. Concerned the noise might disturb His Highness, she summoned a maid. "Why the commotion outside?"

    "Prince Chen is preparing for his morning bath. The servants are all attending to him." The maid hesitated. "Your Highness, today is his wedding day. Please... bear with it."

    Bathing at this hour?

    Sun Caiyao frowned. "The auspicious ceremony is hours away. Isn¡¯t His Highness starting too early?"

    "Rumor has it Prince Chen plans to personally fetch his bride from the Ming residence, hence the early preparations," the maid explained. "The Ministry of Rites initially objected, but His Highness insisted, forcing them to concede."

    In royal weddings, princes rarely visited the bride¡¯s home. A prince who valued his consort might greet her at the palace gates¡ªas Yun Yanze had done for her. By strict protocol, the couple need only join hands after the bride entered the palace, holding a red silk ball as they crossed the inner threshold.

    For Prince Chen to marry Jiuzhu at Kirin Palace yet insist on fetching her from the Ming household¡ªwhat need was there for such extravagance?

    Noticing her mistress¡¯s silence, the maid ventured, "Shall I ask Prince Chen¡¯s servants to quiet down?"

    "No need." Yun Yanze lifted the door curtain and entered. "Let the fifth brother¡¯s wedding day be lively."

    "Your Highness, you¡¯re awake?" Sun Caiyao rose to greet him.

    "Sit, my love. Between husband and wife, formalities are unnecessary." Yun Yanze guided her back, then turned to the maid. "You said Prince Chen insisted on fetching his bride personally?"

    "Yes, Your Highness."

    Yun Yanze chuckled wryly at Sun Caiyao. "That¡¯s just like him. What other prince would dare act so boldly?"

    Sun Caiyao¡¯s heart eased. True, Yun Yanze had already honored her by meeting her at the gates. No other prince would recklessly defy conventions like Prince Chen.

    Fresh from his bath, Prince Chen donned his elaborate wedding robes. The crimson silk accentuated his jade-like complexion, making him appear even more striking.

    "Why haven¡¯t the Ministry of Rites officials arrived?" He paced the hall, resisting tea to avoid bloating¡ªtoday must be flawless for him and his "Little Pig."

    "Your Highness, the ceremonial procession is ready, and the Imperial Guards are in position," a eunuch reported. "But the ministry officials request Your Highness to wait¡ªthe auspicious hour hasn¡¯t yet come."

    Prince Chen clicked his tongue. Time crawls today.

    "Fifth Brother, congratulations!" Prince Huai entered with Princes An and Jing. Their eyes lingered on Prince Chen¡¯s robes, a pang of envy unavoidable.

    A queen¡¯s son indeed¡ªeven his wedding attire outranks ours.

    "Thank you, elder brothers." Prince Chen arched a brow and clasped his hands. "Perfect timing. I¡¯ve a favor to ask."

    The trio instinctively retreated. Since when did Yun Duqing ever show them such courtesy?

    This reeks of trouble.

    Princes An and Jing silently nudged Prince Huai forward. Swallowing hard, he spoke. "Name it, brother. We¡¯re family."

    Lies. This is absolutely a trap.

    "In common weddings, grooms have kinsmen accompany them to fetch the bride. Would you three honor me with your presence?" Prince Chen beamed. "Father often praises your maturity and brotherly devotion. Surely you won¡¯t refuse?"

    The three princes: "..."

    You shamelessly barging into the Ming household is one thing¡ªbut dragging us along? Know some decency!

    "Wedding processions thrive on joy and festivity. Eldest brothers, please wear these red sashes for good fortune." Prince Chen handed each of his three elder brothers a sash: "Brothers, the auspicious hour approaches¡ªshall we set off now?"

    The three princes stared blankly at the hideously bright red sashes in their hands.

    Had he even given them a chance to refuse?

    "Eldest Brother..." Prince An turned to Prince Huai, silently pleading for him to bravely reject Yun Duqing''s shameless demand.

    Prince Huai avoided his younger brothers'' hopeful gazes, tying the sash firmly around his waist. "We are family. As elder brothers, it''s only right we assist our younger brother in fetching his bride. The more, the merrier."

    Prince An and Prince Jing exchanged resigned glances before fastening their own sashes.

    Whoever said "the eldest brother is like a father" clearly hadn¡¯t met theirs.

    Their eldest brother¡¯s affection for them was more like a landslide¡ªunpredictable and treacherous.

    When the Ministry of Rites officials saw Prince Chen arrive not only with his own entourage but also accompanied by the three other princes, one whispered to his colleague, "Did the other three princes owe His Highness a great deal of money?"

    "Ahem." The colleague cleared his throat. "At least they''re family."

    Prince Chen was one of their own¡ªthe Ministry of Rites'' man. The bride was the daughter of a Ministry official, making her family too. So if their own man "teased" the other princes, could it really be called bullying?

    "Such profound brotherly affection among the princes moves us deeply!" the officials loudly praised, ignoring the other princes'' grim expressions as they continued extolling virtues like fraternal harmony, unbreakable bonds, and unity. Their flattery reached new heights of eloquence.

    Before long, the three princes found it impossible to keep scowling.

    "The auspicious hour has arrived! Lift the bridal sedan!"

    Prince Chen sat astride his horse, its mane adorned with red silk flowers, gazing up at the crimson paper and blossoms drifting down from the palace walls. His grip tightened on the reins. S§×ar?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    He was going to bring his bride home.

    At the Ming residence, Jiuzhu stood surrounded by eight noble matrons and ten "auspicious ladies" blessed with complete fortune. The estate was guarded by imperial soldiers. Holding a fan in her right hand and a jade scepter in her left, she dared not move her head too much.

    The phoenix-and-dragon wedding crown was breathtakingly beautiful¡ªbut unbearably heavy.

    Outside, firecrackers erupted, followed by a rising clamor of voices. As the noise drew nearer, the noble matrons exchanged uneasy glances.

    Royal weddings usually followed strict protocol: the bride¡¯s family escorted her to the sedan, which then proceeded directly to the palace.

    Why was there so much commotion outside?

    Before they could ponder further, a voice¡ªunmistakably Prince Chen¡¯s¡ªboomed through the door, reciting a traditional poem urging the bride to emerge.

    Had Prince Chen come personally to fetch his bride?

    The matrons exchanged stunned looks. One peeked through the door crack and gasped¡ªnot only was Prince Chen there, but he was flanked by Princes Huai, An, and Jing as groomsmen.

    She inhaled sharply, composed herself, and turned to the others. "The groom has finished his poem. The bride must now bid farewell to her parents and proceed to the sedan."

    The highest-ranking matron dipped a brush in vermillion and traced a delicate mark between Jiuzhu¡¯s brows. "May you dwell together like paired swallows, a harmonious match sung in verse."

    "County Princess, hold your fan to shield your face¡ªlet none glimpse the bride¡¯s beauty prematurely."

    The doors swung open. The matrons and auspicious ladies lined the path, one reaching to steady Jiuzhu¡¯s hand as she held the jade scepter.

    "I¡¯ll do it." Prince Chen stepped forward, taking Jiuzhu¡¯s hand. In a low voice meant only for her, he murmured, "I¡¯ll accompany you to bid farewell to your parents."

    "Your Highness, this is not¡ª"

    Not proper protocol.

    The matron¡¯s protest died under Prince Chen¡¯s sharp gaze.

    In the main hall, Ming Jingzhou and Shen Ying sat in solemn attire. At the sound of firecrackers, Shen Ying¡¯s tears nearly spilled¡ªuntil she saw her daughter approaching, hand-in-hand with Prince Chen, followed by eight matrons and three princes.

    Her tears froze in bewilderment.

    What was Prince Chen doing?

    "Your unfilial daughter bids farewell to Father and Mother." Jiuzhu passed the jade scepter to the nearest matron, clasped her fan with both hands, and knelt.

    "First bow!"

    As Jiuzhu bowed, Prince Chen bent at the waist in a deep, respectful salute.

    A prince could not kneel before subjects¡ªbut as a junior paying respects to elders, a bow was permissible.

    Every Ming family member present watched Prince Chen¡¯s gesture with thoughtful silence.

    Ming Cunfu moved to assist him, but Ming Jinghai held him back.

    "Second bow!"

    Another deep salute.

    After the third bow, Shen Ying helped her daughter rise, while Ming Jingzhou steadied Prince Chen.

    With this, Prince Chen had single-handedly raised the standard of sincerity for royal weddings.

 Chapter 73

    According to tradition, when a daughter is married off, her parents would advise her on how to be humble, obedient, and diligent in managing household affairs as a wife. Shen Ying held her daughter''s hand and said softly, "Take good care of yourself. In this world, nothing matters more than your own well-being."

    After speaking, she glanced subtly at Prince Chen and, seeing no displeasure on his face, curtsied to him. "We entrust... Your Highness with her."

    "Please rest assured, Mother-in-law. I will take good care of Jiuzhu." Prince Chen secretly grasped Jiuzhu''s hand beneath his sleeve and smiled at her. "As long as I am here, no one will ever mistreat her."

    "Good." Shen Ying pretended not to notice their clasped hands. She bent down to pick up a piece of pastry from the table and held it to Jiuzhu''s lips with chopsticks. "May your future life be as sweet and carefree as this dessert."

    Once Jiuzhu swallowed the pastry, an official from the Ministry of Rites announced loudly, "The bride shall now board the sedan!"

    Seeing Ming Jiyuan crouch down to carry Jiuzhu on his back, Prince Chen stepped forward. "Elder Brother, let me do it."

    Ming Cunfu could no longer hold back and blocked Prince Chen. "Your Highness, this truly cannot be done by you."

    Faced with the Ming family''s firm opposition, Prince Chen reluctantly relented. "Very well."

    The eight noble matrons and the women tasked with blessing the wedding were at a loss for words. They silently turned their heads away, pretending not to have seen anything. Since when did a prince personally escort the bride in a royal wedding?

    The noble matrons, well-versed in the intrigues of high society, understood royal affairs better than the blessing women. Ever since Lady Su was crowned empress, many had begun to suspect that Emperor Longfeng would soon name Prince Chen as the Crown Prince.

    A prince who was highly likely to become the heir apparent¡ªrisking censure from officials for disregarding tradition¡ªinsisted on personally fetching his bride and even summoned his princely brothers to assist. Such devotion was unheard of.

    Their gazes fell upon the young lady of the Ming family, carried on her brother''s back. Rumors had it that Empress Su was extremely pleased with Prince Chen''s bride, but they had assumed it was mere courtesy. Yet now, seeing how far the empress allowed her son to go, it was clear she truly favored the bride.

    For a married woman, getting along with her mother-in-law was often a challenge. To earn the affection of an empress¡ªwhat extraordinary fortune the Ming family''s daughter had.

    Prince Huai followed behind, arms crossed, forcing a benevolent elder-brother smile onto his face.

    "This is troublesome," Prince An muttered, his expression gloomy and his steps heavy. "If my consort finds out that Fifth Brother personally went to the Ming residence to fetch his bride, she¡¯ll argue with me for days."

    Prince Huai clicked his tongue. "If she dares to make a fuss, just go sleep in a concubine¡¯s quarters. As the emperor¡¯s son, how can you fear a woman?"

    Prince An gave a dry laugh but didn¡¯t respond. He wasn¡¯t afraid of women¡ªjust his own consort.

    "Eldest Brother, Second Brother doesn¡¯t have any concubines," Prince Jing whispered. "He... is henpecked."

    "Nonsense! I¡¯m not henpecked¡ªI just have no interest in taking concubines," Prince An quickly denied, changing the subject. "The bride is almost at the main gate. Let¡¯s hurry."

    "If he refuses to take concubines, does Consort L¨¹ just allow his household to have only his principal wife?" Prince Jing murmured before turning to Prince Huai. "Consort L¨¹ must be very tolerant."

    Prince Huai had little impression of Consort L¨¹, remembering only that she was quiet and plain-looking. She had originally been a second-rank palace maid serving the late empress dowager. One day, when the emperor went to pay his respects, the empress dowager bestowed Consort L¨¹ upon him.

    As a child, he had heard rumors that Consort L¨¹ was a spy planted by the empress dowager, which was why she never won the emperor¡¯s favor.

    In truth, ever since ascending the throne, the emperor had exclusively doted on Empress Su. The other consorts were no different from Consort L¨¹ in that regard.

    In his youth, full of indignation, he once asked his mother why the emperor favored only Empress Su and Yun Duqing. His mother did not answer immediately but silently watched him until he lost the courage to press further. Only then did she speak.

    ["Romantic love is unimportant. But those who hold power have the privilege to choose whatever¡ªor whomever¡ªthey desire."]

    "Eldest Brother? Eldest Brother?"

    Prince Jing noticed Prince Huai spacing out and whispered, "The bride is about to board the sedan."

    Prince Huai snapped back to attention, his gaze falling on the sedan at the gate. His heart soured again. Yun Duqing¡¯s bride was carried in a twelve-man palanquin, while his own wedding had only warranted an eight-man one.

    Both were imperial princes¡ªyet the difference was stark.

    Ming Jiyuan carefully placed Jiuzhu into the bridal sedan and accepted the jade scepter from a noble matron, laying it across his sister¡¯s lap.

    "Brother." Jiuzhu peeked out from behind her round fan and blinked at Ming Jiyuan. "Don¡¯t be sad, and don¡¯t worry about me. Lean in¡ªI have a secret to tell you."

    Without caring how it looked, Ming Jiyuan immediately bent down and brought his ear close.

    "Tell Father and Mother that Jiuzhu hasn¡¯t left our family¡ªshe¡¯s just bringing His Highness back with her."

    Ming Jiyuan¡¯s pupils trembled, and his gaze toward his sister filled with unspoken admiration.

    "I understand." He took a deep breath. "Little Sister, remember¡ªyou must, must take good care of yourself."

    Jiuzhu nodded.

    "Lord Ming, the auspicious hour has arrived. The sedan must depart," a noble matron urged hesitantly.

    Ming Jiyuan took one last look at his sister before slowly lowering the sedan curtain. He turned to Prince Chen.

    Prince Chen bowed to his brother-in-law before mounting a horse adorned with red silk flowers. "Raise the sedan!" he declared.

    He glanced back at his three brothers trailing behind.

    Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the three princes maintained stiff smiles and chanted in unison:

    "Raise the sedan!"

    Prince Huai: "Blossoms of fortune, twin lotus flowers!"

    Prince An: "Joy fills the halls, blessings abound!"

    Prince Jing: "Phoenix and dragon soar, zither and lute sing in harmony!"

    "Raise the sedan!"

    Twelve bearers steadily lifted the dragon-and-phoenix bridal palanquin as firecrackers crackled, filling the capital with jubilant noise.

    The Ming family stood at the gate. Ming Jingzhou held a basin of water but couldn¡¯t bring himself to toss it.

    "What nonsense about ''a married daughter is like spilled water''!" He turned abruptly and splashed the water onto his own front door. "My daughter is still my daughter, even after marriage!"

    "Father, Third Uncle hasn¡¯t even cried yet¡ªwhy are you tearing up?" Ming Cunfu whispered, handing his father a handkerchief. "Everyone¡¯s watching."

    "You don¡¯t understand." Ming Jinghai¡¯s eyes glistened. "Our Ming family waited three generations for a single daughter, and now the imperial family has taken her. It pains my heart."

    Ming Cunfu scanned the surroundings to ensure no one was eavesdropping before murmuring, "I think Prince Chen is quite decent. Not only did he personally come to fetch Jiuzhu, but he also made the other princes serve as groomsmen. That shows how much he values her."

    "Of course he should value her!" Every elder saw their daughter as precious jade, while other families¡¯ sons were just pigs rooting for treasure.

    "But I didn¡¯t see the Fourth Prince," Ming Cunfu noted quietly. "Is he still holding a grudge because you and Third Uncle exposed the Zheng family and Lady Zheng¡¯s misdeeds?"

    "One should always look on the bright side," Ming Jinghai wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Perhaps the fourth prince''s injury hasn''t fully healed yet, and he can''t ride a horse?"

    Ming ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Cunfu: "..."

    That probably wasn''t much of a consolation for the fourth prince.

    The wedding procession, accompanied by musicians dressed in red playing lively tunes, drew crowds of onlookers from the common folk.

    "The groom is so handsome!"

    "See the dragon-patterned pearl crown he''s wearing? Only imperial princes and descendants dare to wear such a headpiece."

    "Wow, no wonder the main road is lined with red lanterns¡ªthe bride must be stunningly beautiful."

    "Why do you say that?"

    "Three months ago, another prince got married, and his ceremony wasn''t nearly as grand."

    "None of those princes can compare to this one. This is Prince Chen, renowned for both his literary and martial prowess. See those three handsome young men following him? They''re his elder brothers."

    "So the tales of the domineering prince and the charming county princess are true!" A woman carrying a vegetable basket gazed at the bridal sedan with trembling excitement. "The storytellers said the domineering prince once vowed to marry her with the grandest wedding the city had ever seen¡ªand he kept his word!"

    A scholar standing nearby retorted, "Storytellers spin tales. None of it is real."

    "If it''s all fake, then how do you explain this magnificent wedding?" The woman rolled her eyes at him. "You heartless scholars wouldn¡¯t understand the depth of the prince¡¯s devotion to his beloved. Hmph!"

    Swaying her hips, she hurried after the bridal sedan, joining other women who gushed over the wedding, envying the bride¡¯s good fortune.

    "You¡¯re just too stingy to spend on your own wife, so you¡¯re sour about it," another woman sneered. "Or are you jealous that the prince became the top scholar while you failed?"

    The scholar: "..."

    What nonsense was this?

    He wanted to argue, but under the sharp glares of the surrounding women, he feared being mobbed and slunk away in defeat.

    Still, he couldn¡¯t help feeling a twinge of resentment toward Prince Chen and his bride. He¡¯d just have to wait and see¡ªwhen the prince took a concubine, he wondered how these women would react.

    As the bridal sedan approached the Vermilion Bird Gate, the imperial elders were still arguing over which gate it should enter.

    "Prince Chen may be the empress¡¯s son, but he¡¯s still just a prince. Allowing him to marry within the palace is already an exception¡ªhow can we let his bride¡¯s sedan pass through the Central Gate?"

    "But as the empress¡¯s son, passing through the Central Gate isn¡¯t entirely inappropriate..."

    "Pah! You¡¯re just trying to curry favor with Empress Su, ignoring our ancestors¡¯ rules!"

    "Enough arguing¡ªthe bridal sedan has arrived."

    Before the elders could react, a column of the Imperial Dragon Guards marched to the Central Gate, lining up on either side and kneeling on one knee.

    "Congratulations on Prince Chen¡¯s wedding! By His Majesty¡¯s decree, open the Central Gate!"

    The elders, who had been bickering moments ago, were stunned. They never expected the usually respectful and amiable emperor to override their objections so decisively, ordering the Imperial Dragon Guards to open the Central Gate with such authority.

    Glancing at the swords at the guards¡¯ waists, the elders wisely fell silent.

    Having survived two reigns, their greatest strength wasn¡¯t their royal blood¡ªit was knowing when to yield.

    If the emperor, master of the palace, didn¡¯t mind the bride¡¯s sedan entering through the Central Gate, why should they?

    As the Central Gate slowly swung open under the gaze of the crowd, Prince Huai¡¯s smile twisted into something closer to a grimace.

    The Central Gate!

    Only an empress¡¯s sedan was permitted to pass through it.

    Had their father¡¯s favoritism toward the fifth prince reached such heights? Gritting his teeth, he forced his smile to appear bright and natural.

    He wasn¡¯t jealous. Not at all.

    Prince An, seeing the open gate, quietly sighed in relief. He¡¯d finally thought of a way to placate his own wife.

    If she asked why he hadn¡¯t personally escorted her bridal sedan from her family¡¯s home, he¡¯d simply say his younger brother¡¯s wedding was an exception¡ªeverything was the emperor¡¯s doing.

    No matter how lavish the dowry or how grand the procession, nothing compared to the glory of passing through the Central Gate.

    As long as he pinned it all on the emperor, his wife wouldn¡¯t banish him to the study.

    Prince Chen glanced at the open gate, then back at the bridal sedan. Patting his horse, he led it through the Central Gate.

    "Congratulations to His Highness and Her Highness on their wedding!"

    The Imperial Guards, Dragon Guards, and Golden Armor Guards knelt in unison. "May the prince and princess grow old together in harmony, united for a hundred years."

    Beyond the gate stretched an endless red carpet.

    Petals drifted down from the palace walls, a few slipping into the bridal sedan. Jiuzhu picked up one that had landed on her lap and realized they weren¡¯t even in season.

    Her brother had once mentioned how some wealthy families spent fortunes on heated greenhouses to cultivate flowers year-round.

    Just how much silver had the emperor and empress spent on this wedding?

    Hiding her face behind a round fan, she lifted the sedan curtain just enough to peek outside.

    Along the palace path, palace maids and eunuchs stood at intervals holding lanterns adorned with the character for "joy." Countless petals swirled in the air, red silk fluttered, and celebratory music filled the air¡ªit was like a dream.

    As night fell, the lanterns formed a glowing dragon, illuminating the entire palace in radiant splendor.

    "The sedan shall land!"

    Prince Chen dismounted and approached the sedan.

    "Your Highness, please knock on the sedan with your foot."

    A symbolic gesture¡ªthree knocks with the foot to signify the husband¡¯s dominance in marriage.

    Prince Chen raised his foot, then paused. Instead, he bent down and, to the astonishment of the attending noblewomen, gently tapped the sedan three times with his knuckles. "Little Pig Jiuzhu, your prince welcomes you home."

    Lifting the curtain, he saw Jiuzhu¡¯s smiling eyes above the edge of her fan.

    Grinning, he held out his hand and took the jade ruyi from her lap. "Come, walk with me."

    Jiuzhu placed her hand in his.

    "The bride descends¡ªlet music and drums rejoice!"

    The plush red carpet felt like walking on clouds.

    "The couple shares the red silk, bringing auspicious blessings."

    Someone handed Jiuzhu a red silk ribbon with a large embroidered ball in the middle. She glanced at Prince Chen, who gave her a reassuring look.

    "Don¡¯t be nervous," he whispered. "You¡¯re my princess now. No one would dare disrespect you."

    "Your Highness, I¡¯m not nervous," Jiuzhu tightened her grip on the silk. "I¡¯m just curious about how you look right now."

    "Then tell me¡ªdo I look good today?" He gave her hand a playful squeeze.

    "Very good," she added softly. "Your Highness looks good every day."

    "The couple crosses the threshold, their bond sealed for eternity."

    Stepping into the Kirin Palace, Prince Chen eyed the ceremonial brazier before them. Without hesitation, he swept Jiuzhu into his arms and carried her over it.

    The eight noblewomen accompanying them: "..."

    The brazier wasn¡¯t meant for the groom to cross.

    But then again, ever since Prince Chen insisted on fetching his bride from the Ming family himself, tradition had already gone out the window.

    Before Jiuzhu could react, Prince Chen had already lifted her up and set her down again. She wanted to turn back for a glance, but remembering the tradition that a bride must not look back on her wedding day, she suppressed the impulse. "Your Highness, what was on the ground just now?"

    "Nothing." Prince Chen bent down to adjust the hem of her wedding gown. "In any case, we stepped over it together."

    "Oh." Jiuzhu followed Prince Chen as they continued forward, stepping onto the red carpet and ascending the stairs into the main hall of Kirin Palace, which was already filled with guests.

    All the most esteemed figures of the court were present¡ªexcept for Jiuzhu''s own family.

    Firecrackers crackled incessantly. Jiuzhu saw the Emperor and Empress seated at the head of the hall, while the guests lining both sides bowed deeply to her and His Highness.

    A ceremonial official stepped forward and recited a lengthy eulogy.

    The gist of it was to praise her, to declare her and Prince Chen a match made in heaven, and to wish them everlasting love.

    Once the official finished and withdrew, Prince Chen whispered in Jiuzhu¡¯s ear, "This piece was personally written by His Majesty and Her Majesty."

    Jiuzhu blinked. Really?

    Prince Chen nodded.

    He had seen them with his own eyes, flipping through multiple classical texts just to perfect a single phrase.

    "Bow in reverence!"

    "First bow to heaven and earth!"

    "Second bow to parents!"

    Jiuzhu turned and knelt before Emperor Longfeng and Empress Su.

    The other princes watched Prince Chen and his bride kneel before their father, their emotions tangled and conflicted. When they had married in their own princely residences, not only had their mothers been unable to leave the palace, but they had also been forced to bow to the Emperor¡¯s personal seal as a stand-in for him.

    Yun Yanze glanced at his three elder brothers, who had entered the hall alongside Yun Duqing, masking the suspicion in his heart.

    Why had the three of them arrived together? And why had the Emperor shown no displeasure at their lateness?

    The feeling of being kept in the dark, of being the only one excluded, was far from pleasant. Lowering his gaze, he coldly observed Yun Duqing¡¯s beaming face, then let his eyes linger on the couple¡¯s clasped hands as Prince Chen helped Ming Jiuzhu rise.

    "Bow to each other as husband and wife!"

    Jiuzhu and Prince Chen turned to face one another, their eyes meeting as they both broke into smiles.

    Prince Chen couldn¡¯t see Jiuzhu¡¯s upturned lips, but he knew she was smiling¡ªher eyes were so bright, so beautiful.

    Raising both hands, he placed his left over his right, lifting them above his brow before bowing deeply.

    Their foreheads touched, and Prince Chen chuckled softly, steadying the phoenix-and-dragon coronet atop Jiuzhu¡¯s head as he helped her straighten.

    Emperor Longfeng and Empress Su watched the lovestruck pair stealing glances at each other, unable to suppress their own smiles.

    Liu Zhongbao stepped forward, his announcement laced with amusement. "Escort the newlyweds to the bridal chamber!"

    Prince Chen bowed once more to his parents with Jiuzhu, then led her by the hand toward the rear palace.

    Emperor Longfeng knew that with him and Mei Dai present, the guests wouldn¡¯t dare to be too rowdy. But a wedding ought to be lively¡ªit was auspicious.

    "We shall return to the palace first," the Emperor said, turning to Prince Huai. "As the eldest brother, you and the Ministry of Rites officials will ensure the guests are well entertained."

    "Your son obeys." Prince Huai quickly assented, his forced smile gaining a touch of sincerity.

    On such occasions, His Majesty still trusted him above all others.

    Empress Su nodded slightly to Prince Huai. "We leave it to you, Prince Huai."

    "You honor me, Mother Empress. As the eldest, it is only right that I assist my younger brother in hosting." Prince Huai bowed respectfully, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

    He might occasionally lapse in etiquette before the Emperor, but he would never dare slight Empress Su.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu said after she and Prince Chen had navigated several winding corridors to finally reach their bridal chamber. "Kirin Palace is enormous."

    "Tired?" Prince Chen helped her sit. "Have something to eat first."

    "Your Highness!" The eight matrons of honor and the women symbolizing good fortune could no longer hold back. "You haven¡¯t yet drunk the unity wine!"

    Well then. Letting the bride sit immediately upon entering¡ªaccording to folk custom¡ªforetold that she would rule the household after marriage.

    The chief matron glanced at the delicate and lovely Princess Consort Chen. She didn¡¯t seem the domineering type at all. Clearly, folk traditions weren¡¯t always accurate.

    "Your Highness, please first receive the bride¡¯s blessing fan."

    Jiuzhu held the fan¡¯s handle in her right hand and its surface in her left, passing it to Prince Chen.

    In the candlelight, her beauty outshone the flowers.

    Prince Chen placed the fan in a wooden box, then accepted two cups of wine from the matron, handing one to Jiuzhu. "Have you ever drunk wine before?"

    "No," Jiuzhu shook her head. "My master said wine harms the spirit and should be avoided."

    Prince Chen chuckled, linking arms with her. "Then today, for my sake, endure just one cup."

    The warm wine slid down her throat, and a rosy flush quickly spread across Jiuzhu¡¯s cheeks. She frowned¡ªwine truly tasted awful.

    "Your master was right. Wine is harmful." Prince Chen took the cup from her fingers. "We won¡¯t drink it again."

    He gestured for the matrons and fortune-bearers to withdraw.

    They retreated eagerly. This wedding had been far too taxing¡ªPrince Chen¡¯s constant surprises were more than they could handle.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu pointed at the heavy phoenix-and-dragon coronet weighing down her head. "Please help me take this off. My neck hurts."

    "Wait a moment." Prince Chen stood and moved behind her, studying the coronet for a long while before figuring out how to remove it.

    "It¡¯s quite heavy," he remarked, setting it on the table before summoning a eunuch to replace the dishes with fresh, hot ones. "Eat something first."

    The room fell quiet. Jiuzhu gazed at him with dewy eyes. "Your Highness."

    "Hmm?" Prince Chen placed a morsel of food in her bowl. "What is it?"

    "My head feels a little dizzy," Jiuzhu said, propping her cheek on one hand. "Do you still need to go out and entertain the guests?"

    "I¡¯ll make a quick round and return." He touched her cheek¡ªwarm to the touch¡ªand smiled. "Such a lightweight?"

    "My mind is clear, just a bit dizzy." Jiuzhu picked up her bowl and began eating. Prince Chen ladled her a bowl of congee, and even after she finished it, he showed no sign of leaving.

    Only after the ceremonial eunuch urged him repeatedly did he finally ruffle Jiuzhu¡¯s hair. "Rest on the bed for now. I¡¯ll be back soon. The maids and eunuchs outside will attend to anything you need."

    "Oh." Jiuzhu nodded absently. After Prince Chen left, she rose and sat on the bed, discovering something beneath the quilt.

    Lifting the covers, she found longans, red dates, peanuts, and walnuts.

    Crushing a walnut between her fingers, she popped the kernel into her mouth and curiously rummaged further, finding several books tucked beneath the pillow.

    Books?

    Jiuzhu picked one up, glanced at it, then tossed it aside disinterestedly. Sitting cross-legged atop the quilt, she proceeded to crack open every walnut, piling the kernels together.

    The moment Prince Chen stepped out, the guests swarmed around him eagerly¡ªespecially the royal scoundrels who had often trailed after him in the past. Raising their cups, they crowded close. "Rest assured, Your Highness. We¡¯ve prepared everything as you instructed. We¡¯ll deliver the items in the coming days."

    Prince Chen watched them in silence, trying hard to recall what exactly he had ordered them to do.

    "We just didn¡¯t expect famous books and ancient texts to be so expensive. To buy these things, we¡¯ve emptied our pockets," the royal troublemakers lamented, their hearts bitter as yellow lotus. Who would have thought that these headache-inducing books could cost more than cricket fights and cockfights?

    Being a good person was truly difficult.

    "Hmm." Prince Chen nodded with an inscrutable expression. "Good."

    At least mentioning book purchases in front of him was better than bringing up cockfights.

    A few bold ones even wanted to crash the wedding chamber, but Prince Chen coldly refused.

    "My consort is timid and easily embarrassed. From now on, speak gently in her presence¡ªdon¡¯t frighten her."

    Did these royal troublemakers dare refuse such a request?

    They did not. With resigned faces, they agreed.

    But what exactly was the standard for "speaking gently"?

    If they said they¡¯d only linger outside for one round, they¡¯d better not take two. After hastily toasting the guests, Prince Chen made his way to the inner courtyard.

    Everyone knew it was his wedding night, so no one was tactless enough to stop him. Sear?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Pushing open the door, Prince Chen saw Jiuzhu crushing a walnut between two fingers.

    "Your Highness, you¡¯re back?" Jiuzhu remembered the book she had tossed aside earlier and quickly retrieved it from the bed. "Your Highness, look¡ªthere¡¯s a picture book here!"

 Chapter 74

    "What book is this?" Prince Chen glanced at the small mountain of peeled walnuts, popped a couple into his mouth, and curiously leaned closer.

    Jiuzhu scooted over slightly, making room for him to sit beside her. "I don¡¯t know, I haven¡¯t opened it yet. The cover just has two little figures."

    Prince Chen didn¡¯t think much of it and summoned the palace maids and eunuchs to prepare for their bedtime routine.

    As the servants tidied the bed, the two sat side by side soaking their feet, their basins placed close together. Prince Chen peeked at Jiuzhu¡¯s basin, then playfully draped his wet foot over hers.

    "Your Highness?" Jiuzhu turned to look at him.

    "I¡¯m just checking the water temperature on your side."

    So this was how soft and delicate a young girl¡¯s feet were compared to a man¡¯s.

    "There¡¯s no difference, it¡¯s the same," Jiuzhu said, mimicking him by dipping her foot into his basin. The tip of Prince Chen¡¯s big toe tickled the sole of her foot, making her giggle.

    "That tickles!" She lifted her foot, dried it, and climbed onto the bed. "Your Highness, this bed is enormous."

    Prince Chen rubbed his nose awkwardly and dismissed all the attendants. "Of course it¡¯s big¡ªit¡¯s meant for both of us."

    Yun Duqing, calm down. This is your wife, the woman you¡¯ll share meals, sleep, and life with from now on.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu sat cross-legged and picked up the book he had tossed aside. "You threw it away."

    "Why is there a book in bed?" Prince Chen took it back, annoyed at the Kirin Palace servants. Who in their right mind would think of reading on their wedding night?

    He mirrored her posture and flipped through the pages, only to freeze, his eyes widening at the illustrations inside.

    "What¡¯s drawn in there?" Jiuzhu craned her neck to look.

    "Nothing suitable for a young lady." He blocked her view with his hand, stiffly snapping the book shut. "It¡¯s not worth looking at."

    "If it¡¯s not worth looking at, then why can¡¯t I see?" The more he resisted, the more curious she became.

    "Enough. Aren¡¯t you tired after today?" Flustered, he tossed the book under the bed, pushed Jiuzhu down, and yanked the quilt over both of them. "Sleep."

    "I am tired," Jiuzhu admitted, poking her head out from under the covers. She clutched the quilt¡¯s edge and whispered, "But I can¡¯t fall asleep."

    "Why not?" Prince Chen hesitated, then reached out to tuck the quilt snugly around her back, ensuring no draft could chill her.

    "I¡¯ve always slept alone. This is my first time sharing a bed, so it feels strange." She glanced at him. "But don¡¯t worry, Your Highness¡ªI sleep very still. My master said I don¡¯t move an inch from night till morning. I¡¯m very well-behaved."

    Seeing her timid expression, Prince Chen sighed and started to get up.

    "Your Highness, where are you going?" Jiuzhu caught his wrist.

    "To fetch another quilt from the cabinet. You stay here and sleep properly."

    "No need." She tugged him back under the covers, and to his surprise, he couldn¡¯t resist.

    "I¡¯ll get used to it after a few nights." She patted the quilt over them. "Husband and wife should sleep together, right?"

    He didn¡¯t tell her that princes and their consorts usually had separate quarters and didn¡¯t share a bed every night.

    Her eyes were so innocent, so utterly unaware of the implications of intimacy. Prince Chen wrestled internally between being a beast or something even worse.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft. "Let¡¯s sleep."

    He took a deep breath. "You want to sleep like this?"

    "Isn¡¯t this how newlyweds are supposed to sleep?" She blinked. "Am I doing it wrong?"

    "Did the etiquette matron sent by the Ministry of Rites teach you this before the wedding?"

    Jiuzhu thought carefully. "She said some things were for others to learn. Her Majesty treats me like her own daughter, so she told me that if there¡¯s anything I don¡¯t understand after marriage¡­ you¡¯d teach me."

    Ah, so she¡¯s the beloved daughter, and I¡¯m the stray son-in-law.

    "Did she say something wrong?" Jiuzhu¡¯s smile faded as she withdrew her arms.

    "No, she didn¡¯t." With a silent sigh, he pulled her close. "Sleep. I¡¯ll teach you everything¡­ gradually, night by night."

    But for tonight¡­

    Watching her peaceful, trusting face, he decided to be the lesser beast¡ªjust this once.

    In less than the time it took two incense sticks to burn, the girl who claimed she couldn¡¯t sleep was already breathing evenly in slumber.

    Prince Chen shifted his pinned arm. All those romantic tales about lovers sleeping entwined all night were lies¡ªhis arm was already numb.

    He tried to pull it free, but when she frowned in her sleep, he gave up.

    Gazing at the embroidered phoenix and dragon on the bed canopy, he turned and pressed a light kiss to her forehead before drifting off.

    The next morning, he woke up clinging to the edge of the bed while Jiuzhu sprawled diagonally, her head pillowed on his chest, claiming most of the space.

    He flexed his arm. Good¡ªit still worked.

    Sunlight streamed through the windows as he gently tucked her exposed hand back under the quilt.

    Though he occupied only a sliver of the massive bed, he had no desire to rise on this tranquil morning.

    Outside, the palace maids and eunuchs had been cycling through fresh warm water for hours, not daring to make a sound.

    "Miss Chunfen," the Kirin Palace¡¯s head eunuch, Yang Yiduo, approached quietly. "Might you share Her Highness¡¯s preferences? We servants wish to serve our master and mistress well."

    After yesterday¡¯s grand wedding, everyone knew how much Prince Chen cherished his bride. The entire Kirin Palace staff was on edge, fearing any misstep.

    "There¡¯s no need for concern, Steward Yang," Chunfen replied smoothly. As the bride¡¯s chief maid, she commanded respect from all. "Her Highness has always been gentle and kind. As long as everyone performs their duties faithfully and obeys palace rules, she would never punish anyone unfairly."

    "Of course, of course. We are all loyal and diligent." Yang Yiduo quickly realized Chunfen wasn¡¯t one to be trifled with.

    Nearly an hour later, movement finally sounded from within. Yang and Chunfen exchanged polite gestures at the door, each urging the other to enter first.

    In the end, they stepped in together, wearing matching satisfied smiles.

    "Congratulations to His and Her Highness on your joyous union!"

    "Rise," Prince Chen said, uncharacteristically mild. "All servants of Kirin Palace shall receive two months¡¯ extra pay."

    Prince Chen noticed Chunfen standing beside Chief Steward Yang, recognizing her as the head maid among Jiuzhu''s dowry attendants: "Miss Chunfen is the personal attendant of the Princess Consort. From now on, she shall follow the protocols befitting a first-rank palace maid. Yang Yiduo, go to the Palace Administration today and register Miss Chunfen as a sixth-rank court lady. Retrieve her official waist token."

    "At your command, Your Highness." Yang Yiduo glanced enviously at Chunfen. Aligning with the right master truly paid off¡ªshe had transformed from a mere maid in a minister''s household to a sixth-rank court lady in an instant. He had entered the palace at thirteen and struggled for years to reach his current sixth-rank position as a chief steward.

    "This humble servant thanks Your Highness for your great kindness." Chunfen understood full well what the sixth-rank title signified. She prostrated herself before Prince Chen in a deep bow.

    "You are the Princess Consort''s personal attendant. Without an official court rank, others might look down on her." Prince Chen made no attempt to hide that granting her the rank was solely to elevate Jiuzhu''s status. "No need to thank me. Just serve the Princess Consort well."

    "Yes, Your Highness." Chunfen stole a glance toward the bed curtains, where she noticed her mistress stirring slightly, and whispered, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort prefers not to have too many attendants when she wakes."

    "Yang Yiduo and you may stay. The rest may withdraw." Prince Chen adjusted his sleeves, lifted the bed curtain, and sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing Jiuzhu drowsily hugging the blankets, he pinched her cheek lightly. "Awake now?"

    "Your Highness?" Jiuzhu slowly registered her unfamiliar surroundings. She tilted her head, studying Prince Chen¡ªthey were family now.

    "Drink some honey water." Prince Chen took the cup from Yang Yiduo and held it to Jiuzhu''s lips. "Open your mouth."

    Jiuzhu obediently took a few sips before asking in confusion, "Your Highness, when did I fall asleep last night?"

    "Want more?" Prince Chen seemed reluctant to answer.

    Jiuzhu shook her head.

    "Two incense sticks after you claimed you couldn''t sleep." He handed the cup back to Yang Yiduo and poked her forehead. "Liar."

    "Normally, I fall asleep within one incense stick after lying down," Jiuzhu defended, averting her gaze guiltily. "So two incense sticks still counts as struggling to sleep."

    Prince Chen arched a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Really?"

    "Mm!" Jiuzhu nodded emphatically to prove her sincerity.

    Chunfen lowered her head, stifling a laugh. It was true¡ªher mistress usually fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow, so this wasn¡¯t entirely a lie.

    "Fine, I¡¯ll believe you." Prince Chen chuckled. "Get up and have breakfast. Later, I¡¯ll take you to pay respects to Father Emperor and Mother Empress, then make the rounds to my four elder brothers."

    He rubbed his fingers together meaningfully. "We might pick up some nice gifts."

    Jiuzhu perked up immediately. "Yes!"

    On ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????the first morning of their marriage, Jiuzhu dressed in full ceremonial attire. The eight-tailed phoenix hairpin at the center of her elaborate coiffure was exquisitely crafted and dazzling, yet Jiuzhu carried it with effortless grace.

    "A phoenix paired with peonies." Prince Chen painted a blooming peony between her brows and nodded in satisfaction. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "The Princess Consort is truly a celestial maiden descended to earth, her beauty unparalleled," Yang Yiduo flattered. "The peony adornment Your Highness painted complements her perfectly. Together, you are a match made by heaven. In all the capital, only Their Majesties rival such harmony."

    "Well said." Prince Chen tossed the brush to Yang Yiduo. "You¡¯ll be rewarded."

    The attendants of Kirin Palace were far more astute than those of other palaces.

    "Our Princess Consort is indeed a fairy who descended from the heavens," Prince Chen declared, taking Jiuzhu¡¯s hand. He smirked at Yang Yiduo. "Do you know why she went through such trouble to come to the mortal world?"

    Yang Yiduo shook his head blankly.

    "To meet me, of course." Prince Chen laughed triumphantly, draping a silk shawl over Jiuzhu¡¯s shoulders. "Come, Little Piggy, let¡¯s go."

    At Bright Moon Palace, Empress Su picked at her breakfast absentmindedly. Even when Emperor Longfeng held food to her lips, she barely noticed.

    "Meidai," Emperor Longfeng coaxed gently. "Duqing has always been fond of sleeping in. He wouldn¡¯t rise this early."

    "Today is different." Empress Su pushed his hand away. "I wonder if they found the book I left under their pillow."

    "Ah, I both hope they did and hope they didn¡¯t." She rested her cheek on her hand, sighing. "When I first entered the prince¡¯s household, I was just Jiuzhu¡¯s age."

    "You are as radiant now as you were then," Emperor Longfeng assured her quickly. "You barely touched your meal. Eat a little more."

    "I¡¯m not hungry. Nothing could tempt my appetite now."

    "Then I¡¯ll send someone to hurry Duqing along¡ª"

    "Don¡¯t you dare!" Empress Su snapped. "No one is to disturb them! As his father, you should know better."

    Emperor Longfeng fell silent, quietly sipping his porridge instead.

    "Your Majesties, Prince Chen and the Princess Consort have arrived."

    "Bring them in at once!" Empress Su stood, signaling Xiangjuan to fetch the gifts she had prepared.

    "Father Emperor, Mother Empress, still dining?" Prince Chen entered hand-in-hand with Jiuzhu, eyeing the unfinished meal on the table. "Your son and daughter-in-law have come to pay our respects."

    "Wait¡ªthe floor is cold. A young lady¡¯s knees mustn¡¯t catch a chill." Empress Su ordered a cushion placed before Jiuzhu.

    Prince Chen stared at the bare floor in front of himself, speechless.

    Was a prince not entitled to a cushion?

    Jiuzhu shifted the cushion to the center and tugged Prince Chen down beside her onto the generous padding.

    "Father Emperor, please accept this tea." Jiuzhu presented the cup with both hands, bowing deeply.

    "Well done." Emperor Longfeng took a sip before placing several property deeds into her hands. "I¡¯ve little to offer, but these hot spring villas and retreats are under my private name. Visit them whenever you seek leisure."

    "Thank you, Father Emperor."

    Prince Chen eyed the deeds. "Father, I¡¯ve always fancied that hot spring estate."

    "Too bad. It belongs to your wife now." Emperor Longfeng chuckled. "Haven¡¯t you taken enough from me over the years?"

    "Don¡¯t worry, Your Highness," Jiuzhu whispered. "What¡¯s mine is yours."

    "Mother Empress, please accept this tea." After tucking the deeds into Prince Chen¡¯s care, Jiuzhu offered tea to Empress Su.

    "Good, good, good." Empress Su drank heartily, then helped Jiuzhu up herself. "Come, sit and talk."

    "Your Majesty." Xiangjuan nudged the tray of gifts forward discreetly.

    "Ah, I nearly forgot." Empress Su massaged her temples, smiling. "Since His Majesty gave you properties, I¡¯ll gift you a few shops in the city and a courtyard residence. If Duqing ever angers you, move there. Remember¡ªmen shouldn¡¯t be spoiled."

    Ahem. Prince Chen shot his mother a look. Dearest Mother, might I remind you I¡¯m your blood son, not a son-in-law?

    "If your throat is dry, have the kitchen prepare pear and fritillary soup," Empress Su dismissed, waving him off. "Don¡¯t interrupt my conversation with Jiuzhu."

    Prince Chen: "¡­"

    He walked over and sat down beside Emperor Longfeng, who patted his shoulder.

    "My son, a married man must learn from the wild grass beneath the wall¡ªstrong and resilient."

    "You¡¯ve just arrived at the palace. If there¡¯s anything you¡¯re not accustomed to, come and tell me," Empress Su said to Jiuzhu. "As a princess consort, you needn¡¯t follow so many rules when leaving the palace. Have Duqing accompany you for outings often."

    "Your Majesty," Jiuzhu couldn¡¯t help but smile. "His Highness treats me very well."

    "Why are you calling me ''Your Majesty'' again?"

    "Mother." Jiuzhu¡¯s cheeks flushed slightly.

    "Stay for lunch here," Empress Su said cheerfully. "I¡¯ve had the kitchen prepare your favorite dishes. In the afternoon, you can visit the brothers and sisters-in-law at Zhangliu Palace."

    Jiuzhu nodded, her eyes crinkling with joy as she glanced at Empress Su and then at Prince Chen, who was seated beside the emperor.

    At Zhangliu Palace, several princes sat in the courtyard, waiting restlessly. When the sun was high, a messenger from Bright Moon Palace arrived to inform them that the emperor and empress had kept Prince Chen and his consort for lunch, and the couple would visit them in the afternoon.

    "Whew." Prince An let out a relieved sigh, his stiff posture slumping as he lazily rose to his feet. "I¡¯ll return to my quarters first and join you all for chess in the afternoon."

    The chess game had been a haphazard affair, merely a pretense for their fifth brother¡¯s sake. Now that he wasn¡¯t coming, they had no interest in keeping up appearances.

    Prince Huai swept all the chess pieces into the box, black and white mixing into chaos.

    "Eldest Brother," Prince Jing glanced at the scattered pieces and forced a bitter smile. "I¡¯ll retire to my quarters as well."

    Prince Huai waved a hand dismissively, signaling for him to leave.

    "Eldest Brother." Yun Yanze picked up a piece from the box and placed it in the center of the board. "Let me play with you."

    Prince Huai lifted his eyelids to look at him and scoffed. "Fourth Brother, your mind is too cunning. As your elder brother, I can¡¯t match you."

    "I¡¯ve already lost completely," Yun Yanze moved the piece to another spot. "It¡¯s no surprise Eldest Brother doesn¡¯t want to play with me. Pity our fifth brother doesn¡¯t care for chess¡ªotherwise, you could have tested your skills against him."

    "Fourth Brother, you¡¯re mistaken," Prince Huai picked up the piece and tossed it back into the box. "Fifth Brother is different from us. He doesn¡¯t need to play chess."

    Yun Yanze chuckled darkly. If they were all players in this game, why was Yun Duqing the exception?

    "Don¡¯t take it to heart. In life, one may refuse to believe in fate, yet must eventually submit to it," Prince Huai said, his tone laced with disdain for this seemingly gentle but ruthless younger brother. "By the way, Fourth Brother, have you ever heard a folktale?"

    Yun Yanze looked at him calmly.

    "They say there was an old man in a village who despised cats and dogs. Every time he saw them, he¡¯d throw stones at them. One day, a cat scratched his hand when he wasn¡¯t paying attention. Days later, the old man suddenly went mad, biting anyone he saw and fearing water. People said it was retribution for his cruelty to animals." Prince Huai smirked and lowered his voice. "Do you know what illness this was, Fourth Brother?"

    Yun Yanze smiled faintly and shook his head. "Does Eldest Brother know?"

    "It¡¯s called ''mad cat disease,''" Prince Huai whispered. "They say those afflicted see visions of cats dying horribly every day, tormented until death. Fourth Brother, are you afraid?"

    Yun Yanze took a sip of tea from the table. "Those with a clear conscience have nothing to fear."

    "Hah." Prince Huai sneered. "Well said, Fourth Brother." With that, he turned and strode back to his own courtyard.

    Yun Yanze grabbed a handful of chess pieces and scattered them across the board, then absently touched his wrist.

    "Nonsense."

    With a sweep of his sleeve, countless pieces clattered to the ground.

    "The sun¡¯s up," Ming Jiyuan muttered, leaning against the courtyard wall as he spoke to Ming Cunfu on the other side. "I wonder if Jiuzhu has faced any difficulties."

    "Third Brother, you¡¯ve been worrying all morning," Ming Cunfu groaned, slumping against the wall. He wanted to suggest that if Ming Jiyuan was so concerned, he should just marry someone to take care of himself.

    But remembering his brother¡¯s formidable strength, he swallowed the words.

    "The people in the palace are cunning, speaking one word while hiding three. She has four sisters-in-law above her¡ªwho knows if they¡¯ll treat her well?" Ming Jiyuan clenched the wall tightly. "And the palace servants¡­ Jiuzhu is kind-hearted. What if they disobey her behind her back?"

    "Third Brother, stop squeezing! If you break the wall, our allowances will be docked again!" Ming Cunfu used all his strength to pry Ming Jiyuan¡¯s fingers away. "Among the five princes, only Prince Chen is the empress¡¯s son. Do you really think the servants would dare disrespect our sister? Have you forgotten Prince Chen¡¯s temper? With him around, who would dare bully Jiuzhu?"

    "Relying on a man is never as good as relying on oneself. Prince Chen can¡¯t be by her side every moment. And what about schemes and plots¡ª"

    "Third Brother, you haven¡¯t spent enough time with Jiuzhu to truly know her," Ming Cunfu grunted, his face red from exertion as he failed to loosen Ming Jiyuan¡¯s grip. "She may seem naive in daily life, but when it matters, she¡¯s sharp."

    Ming Jiyuan finally released the wall, nearly sending Ming Cunfu tumbling. "When she returns home in two days, you can ask her yourself if she¡¯s adjusting well to palace life."

    "You¡¯ve forgotten," Ming Jiyuan said gloomily. "Jiuzhu is a royal bride now. There¡¯s no custom of returning home three days after marriage."

    Ming Cunfu froze. Only then did the reality sink in¡ªhis sister was truly married, no longer part of the Ming household.

    Not even a homecoming visit?

    After a long silence, he murmured, "Perhaps¡­ perhaps His Highness will bring her back?"

    Prince Chen had personally come to fetch the bride¡ªmaybe he¡¯d make an exception for this as well.

    "Even if Prince Chen agrees, what about the emperor and empress? Would they raise no objections?"

    "Jiuzhu said Empress Su¡­ likes her," Ming Cunfu clung to a sliver of hope. "Surely she wouldn¡¯t forbid it."

    "Many mothers-in-law treat their daughters-in-law differently before and after marriage." Ming Jiyuan slammed his palm against the wall again¡ªthis time, Ming Cunfu couldn¡¯t stop him in time.

    With a thunderous crash, a large chunk of the wall crumbled away.

    Ming Cunfu scrambled back several steps, distancing himself from the scene.

    Ming Jiyuan shot him a disappointed look. If even his own brother would abandon him in a crisis, how much more hypocritical must the bonds between those imperial princes be?

    "Third Brother, it¡¯s not that I won¡¯t share your burdens¡ªit¡¯s just that I¡¯m truly broke," Ming Cunfu called over his shoulder as he fled. "If my allowance gets docked again, I won¡¯t even have money to buy rouge for my fianc¨¦e."

    Watching his sixth brother, who usually struggled to climb walls but now sprinted like the wind, Ming Jiyuan sighed. "The fickleness of human hearts."

    "Young Master!" A servant hurried over, eyeing the damaged wall before cautiously retreating. "A wandering Taoist is outside, claiming to have been sent by Miss Jiuzhu¡¯s two masters to deliver wedding gifts."

    "Invite him in at once," Ming Jiyuan snapped back to attention and strode toward the gate. "Serve good tea. Do not slight our guest."

    He hurried into the main hall and saw a middle-aged female Daoist priest with her hair tied up in a wooden hairpin, dressed in a blue Daoist robe, sitting inside. He bowed and said, "This junior is Ming Jiyuan, Jiuzhu''s elder brother. I was unaware of your esteemed arrival and failed to show proper courtesy. Please forgive my oversight."

    "You are too kind, Young Master Ming." The Daoist priest returned the gesture and retrieved a wooden box from her satchel. "While passing through the capital, I was entrusted by two fellow priests to deliver this item to the Ming family. Fortunately, I have fulfilled my duty. Please accept it."

    "My deepest gratitude, Priest." Seeing that she intended to leave immediately after delivering the item, Ming Jiyuan quickly added, "You must be weary from your journey. Why not stay at our humble residence for a few days? When Jiuzhu returns, she can personally express her thanks."

    "We who walk the path of the Dao follow the whims of fate in meeting and parting, never forcing anything upon the world." The priest smiled. "If you truly wish to show gratitude, Young Master, you need only light a stick of incense before the Three Pure Ones or offer half a bowl of rice to a beggar. That would be merit enough for us both."

    "If you are unwilling to stay, this junior would not dare insist. But may I ask for your revered name and title, so I may explain the matter properly to my sister?"

    "This old priest is but a drifting cloud, a wild crane. A name is merely a label¡ªdo not trouble yourself over it." She laughed freely. "Simply recount today''s events to Miss Ming. She has an affinity with the Dao and will understand."

    Ming Jiyuan''s heart skipped a beat¡ªan affinity with the Dao?

    "Do not overthink it, Young Master." The priest seemed to read his thoughts. "All who follow their hearts freely have an affinity with the Dao. Miss Ming is a perceptive soul."

    She gently patted the wooden box. "However, I must ask that you personally place this item into Miss Ming''s hands."

 Chapter 75

    After lunch at Bright Moon Palace, the married couple stepped out together. Prince Chen asked Jiuzhu, "Do you usually take afternoon naps?"

    Jiuzhu replied, "Occasionally skipping one is fine."

    "Then go rest today as well." Prince Chen escorted her back to Kirin Palace. "After you wake up, we¡¯ll visit Zhangliu Palace."

    "Won¡¯t that be too late?" Jiuzhu lifted the hem of her skirt. "Perhaps we could go to Zhangliu Palace first and then return to rest?"

    "They also have the habit of napping." Prince Chen pinched her earlobe lightly. "You go sleep first. I¡¯ll come fetch you later."

    Jiuzhu glanced at him and nodded. "Alright."

    "Miss," Chunfen followed Jiuzhu into the room, closing the door softly before whispering, "Why didn¡¯t you ask where His Highness is going?"

    "Why should I?" Jiuzhu removed the hairpins from her bun. "His Highness said he¡¯d come wake me later."

    Chunfen was momentarily stunned. Though she was usually composed, having just entered the inner palace with her mistress, she couldn¡¯t help feeling uneasy. She had worried that Jiuzhu might struggle to adjust as well...

    "My apologies, Miss." Chunfen helped Jiuzhu remove her hair ornaments. "This servant spoke out of turn."

    "Sister Chunfen." Jiuzhu took her hand. "You¡¯ve already done wonderfully. If not for me, you wouldn¡¯t have had to come to the palace at all."

    "Miss, how can you say such things?" Chunfen carefully put away the jewelry. "I was abandoned by my parents at birth for being a girl, left to be an orphan in others¡¯ eyes. Madam took me in out of longing for you. All these years, she ensured I was well-fed and clothed. Unlike other girls from poor families, I wasn¡¯t forced to hastily marry some unknown man and live a chaotic, exhausting life."

    "Even noblewomen don¡¯t always have their way¡ªhow could someone like me expect better?" Chunfen picked up a comb and gently smoothed Jiuzhu¡¯s hair. "I¡¯m just fortunate that Madam and you gave me a new path."

    A sixth-rank palace maid¡ªhow many ordinary women could ever dream of such a position?

    Her only fear was that she might fall short and burden her mistress.

    "This servant has one more matter weighing on her heart..." Chunfen hesitated, unsure how to broach the subject of her mistress¡¯s private affairs with the prince. Yet she worried whether Prince Chen truly cared for Jiuzhu.

    But she knew one thing: no man could remain a gentleman on his wedding night¡ªunless he was less than human.

    "What is it?" Jiuzhu sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her. "Ask freely."

    "It¡¯s nothing." Chunfen shook her head with a smile. She wasn¡¯t as perceptive as her mistress; pressing further would only cause trouble. "Miss, you should rest now."

    "You can ask me anytime later if you wish." Jiuzhu flopped onto the bed, her head hitting the pillow. Suddenly, she remembered the illustrated book His Highness had thrown under the bed last night, refusing to let her see it.

    She scrambled off the bed and crouched to search beneath it.

    "Miss, what are you looking for?" Chunfen knelt beside her. "Be careful not to dirty your clothes¡ªlet me do it."

    "Found it." Jiuzhu pulled out the scattered book from under the bed, remarking, "The servants at Kirin Palace are so thorough¡ªthey even clean under the beds."

    "His Majesty and Her Majesty specially prepared this bridal chamber for you and His Highness. Naturally, not a speck of dust remains." Seeing her mistress had retrieved what she wanted, Chunfen stood. "Miss, I¡¯ll wait outside. Call if you need anything."

    "Mm-hmm." Jiuzhu burrowed under the covers and opened one of the books.

    After flipping through a few pages, she set it down abruptly, cupping her flushed cheeks in her hands.

    Perhaps what she had opened wasn¡¯t just a book¡ªbut the very gates of yin and yang.

    In the outer courtyard of Zhangliu Palace, the three princes sat idly after lunch¡ªone reading, another playing chess, all occasionally glancing toward the gate.

    Footsteps approached.

    When Prince Chen¡¯s face appeared, they put on restrained smiles¡ªonly for those smiles to falter upon realizing he hadn¡¯t brought his bride.

    What was this? Presenting the new wife to her elder brothers and sisters-in-law was a centuries-old tradition of the Yun clan. How could Yun Duqing just ignore it?

    "All three elder brothers are here?" Yun Duqing strode into the courtyard as if oblivious to their thoughts. "It¡¯s only been a day since I moved out, yet I already miss this place."

    Prince Huai was thoroughly disgusted by the remark. If he missed it so much, why not move back?

    Prince An, however, merely asked curiously, "Fifth Brother, why didn¡¯t you bring your bride?"

    "That¡¯s actually why I¡¯m here." Prince Chen took a seat beside Prince Huai. "Elder Brothers haven¡¯t been busy lately, have you?"

    The three princes nearly rolled their eyes. Confined to Zhangliu Palace, with even their outings on Lantern Festival night monitored by the Imperial Guards¡ªwhat could they possibly do?

    "If Elder Brothers aren¡¯t occupied, then I needn¡¯t hurry either." Prince Chen accepted a cup of tea from a eunuch. "I¡¯ll bring my wife to pay her respects in two hours."

    They¡¯d waited all morning, and now he wanted to delay another two hours?

    By then, it would nearly be dusk.

    "Fifth Brother," Prince Huai couldn¡¯t resist saying, "Women shouldn¡¯t be indulged. The more you spoil them, the more troublesome they become."

    "If she¡¯s married me and become a princess, why shouldn¡¯t she be spoiled?" Prince Chen feigned shock. "Otherwise, what¡¯s the point of us being princes?"

    "Fifth Brother is right." Prince An set down the book he¡¯d barely turned a page of. "As princes, we ought to¡ª"

    Prince Huai shot him a glare, and he swallowed the rest, though his smile still conveyed agreement.

    "Mutual respect between husband and wife¡ªthe man ensuring his lady¡¯s well-being, the lady offering gentle devotion¡ªthat¡¯s the way to lasting harmony." Prince Jing mediated. "Both Eldest Brother and Fifth Brother make valid points."

    Just then, Yun Yanze and Sun Caiyao arrived arm in arm, the picture of an exemplary royal couple.

    "Fourth Brother, Fourth Sister-in-law, perfect timing. Saves me a trip to your courtyard." Prince Chen looked up at them. "My wife and I will visit later tonight¡ªplease bear with us."

    "On the first day of marriage, it¡¯s only natural for the Fifth Prince and Princess to take their time." Sun Caiyao¡¯s gaze lingered briefly on Yun Duqing¡¯s striking red robes.

    She had married the man of her heart, and Ming Jiuzhu was with Prince Chen¡ªfar better than the ending in her dreams.

    "Ah." Prince Huai seemed to finally grasp the situation, waggling his brows at Prince Chen. "Newlyweds, thick as thieves¡ªI understand wanting extra rest."

    Prince Chen¡¯s expression darkened. "Eldest Brother, if your head is filled with nonsense, it might just roll off your shoulders."

    Being chastised so bluntly in front of his brothers left Prince Huai red-faced.

    "I may be young and impulsive, but I¡¯d never jest about Eldest Brother and Sister-in-law¡¯s private affairs." Prince Chen¡¯s temper flared without restraint¡ªwhen teaching someone a lesson, he saw no point in holding back.

    "Elder Brother, as the senior, you should be more careful with your words." Prince Chen slightly lowered his head, looking down at Prince Huai seated by the chessboard. "Brother, don¡¯t you think I¡¯m right?"

    Prince Huai froze. In Yun Duqing¡¯s gaze, he saw a sharp, oppressive aura.

    Since when did Yun Duqing, who usually spent his days fighting crickets and roosters, possess such presence?

    "You¡¯re right," Prince Huai masked his shock with a strained smile. "This elder brother spoke carelessly just now. Fifth Brother, don¡¯t take it to heart."

    "It¡¯s fine." Prince Chen chuckled lightly, straightening up. "I believe Elder Brother won¡¯t make such a mistake again."

    "Fifth Brother, Elder Brother?" Prince An set down his book, glancing between them in confusion. "What are you two talking about?"

    "Nothing much, just discussing some life principles with Elder Brother." Prince Chen looked at him. "Does Second Brother want to join?"

    "No, thank you." Prince An immediately declined.

    Your lives are too serious¡ªI¡¯d rather not get involved.

    Prince Jing¡¯s eyes swept over Prince Huai¡¯s forced smile before lowering his head further.

    "Thank you for your understanding, elder brothers. I¡¯ll take my leave now."

    The princes watched Prince Chen¡¯s retreating figure, none of them willing to speak.

    If they weren¡¯t afraid of provoking him, who would bother being "understanding"?

    "Elder Brother, Fifth Brother has always been like this. Now that he also has the Empress Mother¡¯s favor..." Prince Jing attempted to console him. "Don¡¯t let this affect the bond between us brothers."

    Prince Huai glanced at him and scoffed.

    The idea of genuine brotherly affection among royals was the most laughable joke of all.

    In high spirits from good fortune, Prince Chen walked from Bright Moon Palace back to Kirin Palace. The palace walls gleamed like blood-red jade, the green tiles crisp as fresh leaves. Birds sang, flowers bloomed¡ªearly spring had arrived.

    At the palace gates, he slowed his steps and softly asked the maid waiting outside, "Is the Princess Consort asleep?"

    "Lady Chunfen just accompanied Her Highness to the bedchamber," the maid whispered. "This servant didn¡¯t dare enter to attend, fearing I might disturb Her Highness."

    Prince Chen pushed the door open just enough to slip inside sideways.

    The maid gaped at the prince¡¯s stealthy movements, nearly popping her eyes out.

    His Highness would go this far just to avoid waking the Princess Consort from her nap?

    Chunfen was embroidering a handkerchief in the outer chamber when Prince Chen tiptoed in unexpectedly, startling her. She hurried to her feet. "Your Highness."

    "Is the Princess Consort asleep?" Prince Chen asked in a hushed voice. sea??h th§× Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Chunfen nodded.

    He crept into the inner chamber, lifted the bed curtains, and found Little Pig Ming sitting cross-legged on the bed with several open books spread before her, her expression oddly peculiar.

    "Your Highness, you¡¯re back?" Ming Jiuzhu looked up at him, calmly closing the books before... tossing them back under the bed.

    "Why did you dig these out?" Prince Chen nudged the books further beneath the bed with his foot, his face burning as he sat beside Jiuzhu. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Those nonsensical books aren¡¯t worth reading."

    "Mhm." Jiuzhu nodded, lying down and turning her back to him. "Your Highness, I¡¯m going to nap now."

    Staring at the back of her head, Prince Chen sensed something amiss. Thinking she might be upset about those indecent picture books, he quickly explained, "I didn¡¯t buy those."

    "Oh."

    All he got in response was the back of her head.

    "What¡¯s wrong?" He poked her shoulder, peeking out from the blankets. "Are you unhappy?"

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu sat up abruptly, fixing him with a solemn gaze. "If you ever find someone you like in the future, you must tell me. I won¡¯t make things difficult for you."

    "What nonsense is this?" Prince Chen ruffled her loose hair with a large hand. "Did someone fill your head with rubbish? In all my years, I¡¯ve never held hands with any girl besides you."

    "Maybe not now, but someday you will." Jiuzhu clutched the blankets, her eyes glistening as if holding back tears, though her gaze remained stubborn. "Whatever you do is fine."

    Seeing her watery eyes, Prince Chen sighed and pulled her into his arms. "There was never anyone before, and there won¡¯t be anyone after. Just you. Don¡¯t overthink it."

    He¡¯d once heard those royal wastrels say women tended to be insecure early in marriage. He¡¯d thought they were spouting nonsense¡ªyet here it was, true after all.

    When his Princess Consort threw an inexplicable tantrum, what choice did he have but to coax her?

    "Your Highness is lying." Jiuzhu shoved him so hard he nearly toppled off the bed, only for her to yank him back. "You can¡¯t do this."

    "I¡¯d never lie to you." As for those boasts about the Ministry of Rites relying on him¡ªwell, that was just male pride, not technically a lie.

    "Really?"

    "Really." Prince Chen scooted further onto the bed to avoid actually being pushed off.

    "I see." Jiuzhu studied him intently for a moment, her gaze softening¡ªalmost pitying. "Your Highness, it¡¯s alright. No matter what, you¡¯ll always be the best in my heart."

    Prince Chen blinked at her tone and expression. Something felt... off.

    He wisely stayed silent.

    When he didn¡¯t respond, Jiuzhu wrapped her arms around his waist. "Don¡¯t overthink it. I don¡¯t mind those things."

    Don¡¯t mind... what?

    In a flash, he remembered the books under the bed.

    No man could ignore that implication.

    "Little Pig Ming, tell me exactly what you¡¯re thinking."

    "I¡¯m not thinking anything!" Jiuzhu shook her head vigorously. "Your Highness, don¡¯t be upset."

    "I¡¯m not upset. I just regret something." Prince Chen gritted his teeth, regretting that he¡¯d let her sleep early last night out of pity for her exhaustion.

    "Regret wh¡ª"

    Warm lips met hers. Prince Chen murmured by her ear, "Little Pig Ming, some things aren¡¯t okay just because you say you don¡¯t mind."

    He minded. Very much.

    Apricot ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????blossoms bloomed as spring rain wove through the air, dotting petals with glistening droplets.

    A breeze stirred, scattering a shower of petals¡ªnature¡¯s most breathtaking spring scenery.

    "It¡¯s raining." Prince Huai looked up at the gloomy sky. Dusk was approaching.

    "Elder Brother, should we keep waiting?" Prince An tucked his book into his robes to protect it from the rain.

    "First, we waited from morning till noon, then noon till afternoon," Prince Huai grumbled. "Are they really going to make us wait until night?"

    They waited and waited, until darkness fell and Bright Moon Palace lit its lanterns¡ªyet Prince Chen and his consort never appeared.

    In Kirin Palace, Prince Chen held the soundly sleeping Jiuzhu, vaguely feeling he¡¯d forgotten something.

    Oh well. If it slipped his mind so easily, it couldn¡¯t be important.

    He pulled her closer, gently patting the blankets around her, and drifted back to sleep.

 Chapter 76

    Jiuzhu woke up before dawn, roused by hunger. Glancing at Prince Chen, who was still asleep, she quietly slipped out of bed.

    "Where are you going?" Prince Chen opened his eyes and caught her hand. "It''s still dark."

    "I''m hungry." Jiuzhu rubbed her stomach, blushing as she recalled how they had skipped dinner the night before. "Your Highness, are you hungry too?"

    "Wait here." Prince Chen got out of bed, draped an outer robe over Jiuzhu''s shoulders, and said, "Stay seated. I''ll call the servants to prepare something for you."

    As he passed her, he bent down and pressed a light kiss to her cheek, feigning composure. "Be good and wait for me."

    If not for his ears, which burned bright red and betrayed him, he might have passed for a perfectly composed, mature, and tender husband.

    Hands clasped behind his back, he strode out with deliberate elegance, lifting the curtain to the outer chamber. "Attendants!"

    "Your Highness." The eunuchs and maids on night duty hurried to their feet and approached.

    "Prepare breakfast." He glanced at the still-dark sky outside¡ªadmittedly, it was rather early for a morning meal.

    "Your Highness, Chunfen has already instructed the kitchen to have everything ready. This servant will fetch it at once." The maid bowed and withdrew.

    Prince ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Chen nodded in satisfaction. When it came to serving Jiuzhu, the Ming Family''s attendants understood best.

    He sighed, missing the bootlickers at the Chen Prince''s Mansion¡ªat least they could read his slightest expression and anticipate his needs.

    After breakfast, Jiuzhu sat before the dressing table, arranging her hair.

    "Your Highness, aren¡¯t these accessories too extravagant?"

    "Today, you¡¯ll be meeting your four sisters-in-law. Your fabrics and jewelry must be of the finest quality." Prince Chen carefully painted a floral design on her forehead, then leaned in to whisper, "As a princess consort, if you dress too plainly, they may praise your modesty to your face, but behind your back, they¡¯ll assume I don¡¯t value you."

    "A woman, yet forced to wield her husband¡¯s favor as a weapon." Jiuzhu lowered her lashes, the smile on her lips fading slightly.

    "The world is often unjust to women." Prince Chen selected a pair of dangling hairpins and secured them in her hair. "Though I can¡¯t change everyone¡¯s minds, I¡¯ll do my best to shield you from such unfairness."

    When he was young, his mother had told him that most women in this world suffered hardships. She had urged him never to grow into a man who mistreated them.

    "I¡¯ve always known you were a rare and remarkable man, Your Highness." Jiuzhu looked up at him with a smile.

    Prince Chen accepted the compliment without hesitation.

    As the saying goes, love sees no flaws. Since Jiuzhu adored him, of course she believed him to be extraordinary.

    Perfectly logical.

    At first light, the two set out from Kirin Palace toward Zhangliu Palace.

    "Since we didn¡¯t go yesterday, will it seem impolite?" Seated side by side in a palanquin, Jiuzhu watched palace servants pass by with lanterns in hand. The sprawling palace stretched endlessly before them, and she instinctively leaned closer to Prince Chen.

    "Do you really think they wanted to meet us out of pure goodwill?" Prince Chen chuckled. "For years, they¡¯ve resented me but never dared show it. Now, they finally have a legitimate reason to make me bow to them¡ªthey¡¯ve been looking forward to this."

    Jiuzhu: "..."

    The bonds between royal brothers were truly complicated.

    "Once we reach Zhangliu Palace, leave everything to me." He toyed with her hand in his grasp. "I won¡¯t let you suffer any slights."

    "Mm." Jiuzhu nodded.

    Before entering the palace, her father had briefed her on the temperaments, backgrounds, and rivalries of the five princes.

    The gatekeeper of Zhangliu Palace, roused by knocking, yawned and straightened his wrinkled robes. Before he could ask who was there, a voice boomed from outside: "Prince Chen and Princess Consort Chen request an audience with the four princes. Open the gates!"

    Prince Chen and Princess Consort Chen?!

    The gatekeeper scrambled to unbolt the door, not daring to lift his head. "This lowly one greets Your Highness and Her Highness."

    "Are my four elder brothers awake?"

    "Reporting to Your Highness, the four princes are still asleep."

    Prince Chen led Jiuzhu into the courtyard. "No matter. Bring fruits and refreshments. The princess consort and I will wait in the outer courtyard. Do not disturb them¡ªlet them wake naturally."

    The servants agreed aloud, though none dared leave the prince and princess consort unattended. While serving tea, a few quietly slipped away to alert their masters.

    Prince Chen arched a brow at the retreating figures but pretended not to notice. Smiling at Jiuzhu, he remarked, "After living here for a time, moving out feels strange."

    Jiuzhu giggled softly. Turning, she noticed a few familiar-looking maids gazing at her hesitantly. She beckoned them over. "Come here."

    "Princess Consort." One maid pulled a braided tassel from her sleeve. "This is the knot pattern you admired last time. This servant made a new one for you."

    "Princess Consort, here¡¯s the decorative cord I crafted for you." Another maid presented a delicate woven bracelet.

    Prince Chen: "..."

    With his wife around, did his princely dignity even stand a chance?

    Prince Huai was deep in slumber when persistent calls roused him. He sat up, face dark with irritation. "What is it?"

    Last night, stewing over Yun Duqing standing them up had kept him awake until the wee hours. What earth-shattering matter demanded his attention now?

    "Your Highness, Prince Chen and his princess consort have come to visit."

    "What?!" Prince Huai rubbed his bleary eyes and glanced out the window. Fury surged through him. "It¡¯s not even dawn¡ªwhat is he doing here?!"

    Was the man insane?

    After waiting all day yesterday without a single visitor, now, when everyone was sound asleep, he decided to show up.

    Yun Duqing couldn¡¯t behave like a normal human being to save his life!

    "Prince Chen said there¡¯s no need to wake you specially," the eunuch added hastily, watching his master¡¯s face twist in rage. "Your Highness may rest a while longer."

    "Help me dress." Prince Huai took a deep breath. Though the words sounded considerate, he couldn¡¯t actually leave Yun Duqing waiting outside¡ªespecially with the Ming Family¡¯s daughter present.

    If he made Yun Duqing cool his heels in the courtyard, the emperor would hear of it within the hour.

    "Send word to Princess Huai. Have her freshen up and join Fifth Brother¡¯s wife for conversation."

    Prince Yun Yanze and his wife arrived before Prince Huai. Approaching Prince Chen, Yun Yanze greeted them warmly. "Fifth Brother, Fifth Sister-in-law, you¡¯ve come quite early."

    "Fourth Brother." Prince Chen smiled. "Since my wife is new to the palace, of course I¡¯d bring her to pay respects to our elders."

    "Little Pig." He tapped Jiuzhu¡¯s hand lightly. "Come, greet Fourth Brother and Fourth Sister-in-law."

    "Fourth Brother, Fourth Sister-in-law." Jiuzhu rose to bow, but Sun Caiyao swiftly intercepted her. "No need for formalities among family. Please, sit."

    "Fourth Sister-in-law is right." Prince Chen raised a brow, grinning. "Jiuzhu, relax." sea??h th§× Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Sun Caiyao¡¯s smile nearly faltered. By convention, brothers and sisters-in-law should exchange polite refusals before proceeding with formal greetings. She hadn¡¯t expected Prince Chen to be so blunt¡ªwhen he said they needn¡¯t stand on ceremony, he truly meant it, letting Ming Jiuzhu sit without hesitation.

    Even more bizarrely, Jiuzhu obeyed without protest, not even attempting to uphold propriety.

    The atmosphere grew awkward, but thankfully, Prince Huai arrived just then, easing the tension in Sun Caiyao¡¯s heart.

    ¡°Elder Brother is up as well?¡± Prince Chen remarked, ignoring the dark circles under Prince Huai¡¯s eyes. ¡°Early to bed and early to rise keeps one healthy. Sit and have tea with me.¡±

    You¡¯re the only one who can sleep soundly at night¡ªthe only one!

    Prince Huai forced a strained smile as he took a seat beside Prince Chen. ¡°Little Brother, you¡¯ve come unusually early today.¡±

    ¡°Last night, I reflected deeply and realized I shouldn¡¯t disturb my four elder brothers in the evening.¡± Prince Chen gazed at the dawn struggling to break through the horizon. ¡°Yet, not seeing you all left me restless, unable to sleep or eat. So, I brought my princess consort to visit you all this morning to show my sincerity.¡±

    Bullsht.

    Prince Huai didn¡¯t believe a single word Yun Duqing said.

    Since childhood, when had Yun Duqing ever adhered to propriety?

    Even at the late Emperor¡¯s funeral, he¡¯d dared to sneak beef jerky from his sleeve¡ªthough, to be fair, he¡¯d shared it, and Prince Huai had partaken as well. But that incident alone proved Yun Duqing had no regard for rules.

    Would he really lose sleep over something like this?

    If Yun Duqing had the audacity to say it, Prince Huai didn¡¯t have the face to believe it.

    Suppressing his disgust, he managed a magnanimous smile. ¡°Fifth Brother, you¡¯re too bound by etiquette. Don¡¯t trouble yourself like this next time.¡±

    If this kept up, even if his elder brothers could endure it, their hairlines certainly couldn¡¯t.

    Prince An was the last to arrive, adjusting his belt as he walked. ¡°Fifth Brother, you¡¯re here far too early.¡±

    Prince Chen repeated his earlier explanation.

    Prince An: ¡°¡­¡±

    Absurd. Who would believe that?

    He glanced at Jiuzhu, only to find her nodding emphatically, her eyes brimming with unwavering trust in her husband.

    Well, the world is full of all kinds of people. Some couples are just¡­ unusually compatible.

    Once all four elder brothers and their wives had gathered, Prince Chen finally took Jiuzhu¡¯s hand and bowed to them in unison.

    ¡°Among us sisters-in-law, you¡¯re the youngest, and I¡¯m the eldest,¡± Princess Huai said, handing Jiuzhu a prepared gift. ¡°With few others in the palace, we should meet more often.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Eldest Sister-in-law,¡± Jiuzhu replied warmly.

    ¡°This is my gift for you, Fifth Sister-in-law,¡± Princess Consort An said, her voice as striking as her beauty. ¡°I¡¯ve always adored lovely people. If I visit Kirin Palace often in the future, don¡¯t find me a nuisance.¡±

    Jiuzhu accepted the gift box, studying Princess Consort An¡¯s face intently. ¡°Second Sister-in-law is the true vision of beauty.¡±

    Delighted, Princess Consort An laughed and slipped a bracelet from her own wrist onto Jiuzhu¡¯s.

    She adored women like Jiuzhu¡ªsweet-tongued and discerning.

    Princess Consort Jing seemed quieter, exchanging only a few polite words before retreating behind her elder sisters-in-law.

    ¡°Ming¡ªno, Fifth Sister-in-law,¡± Sun Caiyao murmured, lowering her gaze. Every time she stood beside Ming Jiuzhu, she lacked the courage to meet her eyes.

    Jiuzhu¡¯s presence was a silent reminder¡ªshe was a thief.

    The upbringing her family had given her warred endlessly with her selfish desires, tormenting her.

    ¡°Fourth Sister-in-law?¡± Jiuzhu tilted her head. ¡°Is something wrong?¡±

 Chapter 77

    Every time she spent time with Sun Caiyao, Jiuzhu felt that the other woman looked at her with a strange expression.

    "When we first met, you had just returned to the Capital City. In the blink of an eye, we¡¯ve become family." Sun Caiyao smiled gently and handed a prepared gift to Jiuzhu. "May you and the Fifth Prince share a bond stronger than gold, with enduring affection."

    "Thank you, Fourth Sister-in-law." Jiuzhu accepted the gift box and passed it to Chunfen. She tugged at Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve. "Your Highness, I¡¯ll sit with the other sisters-in-law while you chat with the other princes."

    "Very well." Prince Chen nodded slightly, adding a reminder, "It¡¯s chilly in the morning¡ªdon¡¯t eat anything cold."

    "Mm-hmm." Jiuzhu nodded and followed the other princess consorts to another table.

    "Who would¡¯ve thought the Fifth Prince would be so attentive to those around him?" Princess Consort An remarked bluntly as she sat down. "He has a caring nature."

    "His Highness has always been like this with people." Jiuzhu reached for some fruit but remembered it was cooling in nature, so she switched to a piece of pastry instead.

    "Ah?" Princess Consort An gave an awkward chuckle and lifted her teacup to hide her reaction. "Yes, yes. Even His Majesty the Emperor is fond of the Fifth Prince¡¯s temperament."

    Beyond that, she couldn¡¯t think of anything else to praise.

    Princess Huai sipped her tea, watching Princess Consort An with amusement. This second sister-in-law might seem straightforward, but she knew exactly what to say to whom.

    What was even more impressive was that in the three years since she married Prince An, no other woman had ever appeared by his side.

    "Your forehead adornment is exquisite, Sister-in-law." Princess Consort An studied the delicate floral design on Jiuzhu¡¯s forehead. "It doesn¡¯t look pasted on¡ªdid you paint it yourself?"

    Truly a descendant of the Ming Family¡ªeven a simple forehead decoration carried an air of elegance.

    "His Highness painted it." Jiuzhu noticed the understated makeup of her sisters-in-law and felt puzzled. Hadn¡¯t Prince Chen said that women in the same household often competed in beauty? Why were their looks so simple today?

    "We didn¡¯t have time to dress properly this morning. Please excuse our appearance." Princess Huai thought to herself¡ªif Prince Chen hadn¡¯t arrived so early, they wouldn¡¯t have had to rush out of bed.

    Jiuzhu didn¡¯t reply, feeling just a little guilty.

    It was because she had woken up too early that she had disturbed His Highness.

    Sun Caiyao stared at the floral design on Jiuzhu¡¯s forehead. Had Yun Duqing really painted it?

    She glanced toward the table where the princes sat. Yun Duqing, dressed in flamboyant luxury, didn¡¯t seem like the kind of man who would patiently paint a woman¡¯s adornment.

    "Since you didn¡¯t grow up in the Capital City, Fifth Sister-in-law, you might not be familiar with us yet." Princess Huai gently introduced the others. "My maiden name is Wu¡ªmy father is the Vice Minister of Works. Second Sister-in-law¡¯s surname is Li, a native of the Capital City, though her father is stationed in another province and hasn¡¯t completed his term yet. Third Sister-in-law¡¯s surname is Du, from a distinguished scholarly family. Fourth Sister-in-law¡¯s family is a lineage of scholars, with many renowned officials among their ancestors."

    She smiled warmly. "Our fathers are colleagues in court, and now we¡¯ve become family. Let¡¯s get along well and avoid conflicts that might invite ridicule toward the imperial household."

    She deliberately glanced at Sun Caiyao. "Come to think of it, isn¡¯t Fourth Sister-in-law only a year older than Fifth Sister-in-law?"

    "Eldest Sister is right." Sun Caiyao understood the implication. During the New Year¡¯s banquet, because of Ming Jingzhou, her husband had lost his mother, his kin, and even his princely title.

    Perhaps it was because, in her dreams, she had seen Ming Jiuzhu laughing as she perished alongside her husband. Seeing the real Ming Jiuzhu now, she could only perceive her as gentle and kind.

    "When we have nothing to do in the palace, we play chess or cards¡ªit makes for a pleasant pastime." As the eldest sister-in-law, Princess Huai always carried herself with grace and consideration.

    "Sometimes the brothers gather for hot pot, and we shouldn¡¯t deprive ourselves either." Princess Consort An chimed in. "We admire flowers, grill meat, and enjoy music¡ªwhatever brings us joy." sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "How about we set up a hot pot for lunch today?" Princess Consort An grew excited. "With Fifth Sister-in-law newly married into the family, all five of us are finally together. Hot pot is round¡ªsymbolizing unity and prosperity. What do you think, Fifth Sister-in-law?"

    Jiuzhu¡¯s interest was piqued. "That sounds wonderful."

    "Good, I¡¯ll have the kitchen prepare it." Princess Huai turned to her attendant. "Ask the princes if they¡¯d like to join us for hot pot."

    Among the princes, only Yun Yanze might dislike hot pot¡ªbut no one cared for his opinion. Upon hearing the princess consorts¡¯ suggestion, the others readily agreed.

    Only after they had all accepted did anyone think to ask Yun Yanze. Prince Huai turned to him. "Fourth Brother, your injuries have healed¡ªhot pot won¡¯t be a problem, right?"

    "Thank you for your concern, Eldest Brother. I¡¯ve fully recovered." Yun Yanze smiled faintly. "Hot pot is fine¡ªthe more, the merrier."

    The servants of Kirin Palace set up a large round table where everyone gathered, sharing small pots between pairs.

    People from Lingzhou weren¡¯t accustomed to spicy food, but Jiuzhu preferred a hint of heat in her broth. Prince Chen, worried it might be too much for her, kept their pot mildly seasoned.

    "Fifth Sister-in-law, you eat beef?" Sun Caiyao watched as Jiuzhu placed a slice of beef into her bowl, surprised. "I thought you avoided it."

    "Fourth Sister-in-law, Jiuzhu was merely raised in a Taoist temple¡ªshe didn¡¯t take vows. Why would she need to abstain?" In just one morning, Princess Consort An had gone from addressing her formally to using her name. "Physicians say beef nourishes a woman¡¯s vitality."

    Jiuzhu nodded. "Second Sister-in-law is right. I¡¯ve never had dietary restrictions since childhood."

    Her masters had rarely given her beef¡ªnot because of any prohibition, but because it was too expensive for their meager means.

    "I ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????see." Sun Caiyao forced a smile. "Forgive my ignorance. I hope you don¡¯t find it amusing."

    "Why would I?" Jiuzhu looked at her in confusion. "You were being considerate¡ªwhy would I laugh? Isn¡¯t it normal for family to joke around?"

    "Try this piece of fish belly." Prince Chen placed a tender slice into Jiuzhu¡¯s bowl before glancing at Sun Caiyao. "Fourth Sister-in-law, my wife is straightforward by nature. She doesn¡¯t dwell on trivial matters."

    Sun Caiyao lowered her gaze, watching as Prince Chen naturally wiped Jiuzhu¡¯s lips with a handkerchief after she ate. "Fifth Sister-in-law¡¯s temperament is truly admirable."

    "The vegetables are ready." Yun Yanze whispered to her. "Any longer, and they¡¯ll lose their flavor."

    "Thank you, Your Highness." Sun Caiyao picked up a bite, but the moment it touched her tongue, the scalding heat sent a sharp pain through her mouth.

    "Is it not to your liking?" Yun Yanze asked gently.

    "No." She swallowed the burning morsel, an inexplicable sorrow swelling in her chest.

    "Here." Yun Yanze placed another bite in her bowl.

    "Thank you, Your Highness." Sun Caiyao met his tender gaze and smiled.

    "This isn¡¯t good." Jiuzhu frowned. "It¡¯s bitter."

    "You''re so young, yet already unwilling to endure hardship?" Prince Chen chuckled lightly as he picked the remaining vegetables from her bowl and replaced them with two slices of ham. "Fine, I''ll eat these for you."

    Prince Huai watched their overly affectionate display with disdain and turned away, only to see his second brother obediently picking whatever his second sister-in-law pointed at¡ªmore dutiful than any servant.

    What was wrong with all of them?

    Were the palace attendants not enough, or was the food they served somehow tastier?

    "Your Highness," Princess Huai chided him. "Focus on your meal. Why are you watching others?"

    After all this time, he still hadn¡¯t learned a thing. Other husbands knew to serve their wives, but him? What did he know?

    All he knew was eating!

    Utterly infuriating!

    "Tsk." Prince Huai shook his head and whispered in her ear, "A real man shouldn¡¯t act like Second Brother or Fifth Brother¡ªutterly lacking in dignity."

    At that moment, Princess Huai had the overwhelming urge to shove his head straight into the boiling hot pot. "Hah."

    Hearing his consort¡¯s laugh, Prince Huai puffed up with pride. "See? You agree with me."

    Princess Huai took a deep breath.

    Never mind. Publicly murdering a prince would implicate her entire clan. She could endure this.

    "Your Highness," Chunfen approached Jiuzhu and whispered, "The elderly consorts from the Western Palace sent congratulatory gifts for your wedding. The messenger said they were old acquaintances of yours. Since you weren¡¯t present, I took the liberty of accepting them."

    "Did they specify which consorts sent them?" Prince Chen, sitting beside Jiuzhu, had heard every word clearly.

    "Consort Dowager Zhao, Consort Dowager Zhou, and other noble ladies," Chunfen listed the two highest-ranking consorts.

    "I understand. Keep whatever they sent." Prince Chen nodded slightly, then leaned close to Jiuzhu¡¯s ear to explain, "Consort Dowager Zhao is the one who gave you the cloth tiger. These consorts once received kindness from Mother Empress. If we refuse their gifts, they¡¯ll only feel uneasy."

    "I wonder if that little cat¡¯s leg has healed yet." Mentioning the elderly consorts reminded Jiuzhu of the injured cat.

    "After your homecoming visit, I¡¯ll take you to the consorts¡¯ palace to check on it."

    "Homecoming visit?" Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes sparkled as she looked at him. "The etiquette matron from the Ministry of Rites said there¡¯s no such custom in the palace. Your Highness, you¡¯d really accompany me back?"

    "Palace rules are rules, but whether I follow them is my choice." Prince Chen added another piece of fish to her bowl¡ªeating fish was good for the brain. "Don¡¯t worry. With me here, I¡¯ll definitely take you home the day after tomorrow."

    "How?" Jiuzhu was burning with curiosity.

    "A secret." Prince Chen smiled mysteriously. "Return to Kirin Palace this afternoon and leave the rest to me."

    "Your Highness is amazing." Jiuzhu gazed at him with shining eyes.

    "It¡¯s nothing." He piled more fish into her bowl. "Here, eat more."

    Chunfen stood behind them, overjoyed for her mistress upon hearing that Prince Chen would take her home. No wonder Jiuzhu had always insisted Prince Chen was a good man¡ªhe truly was.

    Gossip was truly misleading.

    After finishing the hot pot and tea, Prince Chen finally took his leave with his bride in tow. The other princes exhaled in relief, yawning as they hurried back to their own courtyards for a nap.

    If Yun Duqing had stayed any longer, they would¡¯ve gone mad.

    "Your Majesty." Liu Zhongbao approached Emperor Longfeng quietly. "Prince Chen requests an audience."

    Emperor Longfeng glanced at the ministers in the room. "Gentlemen, you may withdraw. We will continue discussions tomorrow in court."

    Setting down the memorial, he wondered¡ªnewly wed, with the imperial garden in full bloom, why wasn¡¯t Duqing spending time with his bride? What urgent matter brought him here?

    "May Your Majesty live in peace and health." Prince Chen entered the hall, tossed a cushion onto the floor, and knelt upon it. "Father, this son has a small request. I beg for your leniency."

    Emperor Longfeng looked at him, then at the cushion beneath his knees, and raised an eyebrow.

    Bringing his own cushion to kneel on? This was no small matter.

 Chapter 78

    "Stand up if you have something to say. What¡¯s the meaning of kneeling like this?"

    The Great Cheng was a land of propriety, yet even between ruler and subject, kneeling was not a constant practice. Moreover, Emperor Longfeng was not one for excessive ceremony, making occasions requiring such gestures even rarer.

    "You¡­ beat up your brother?" Emperor Longfeng thought to himself¡ªhis son was usually well-behaved, so he must have done something mischievous.

    "Father, am I the kind of person who disrespects his elders?" Prince Chen quickly defended himself. "Your son hasn¡¯t done anything wrong lately. The reason I¡¯m kneeling here to beg you is because I want something to do."

    "What ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????is it?" Emperor Longfeng eyed him skeptically. "You truly haven¡¯t caused trouble?"

    "I¡¯m a married man now¡ªwhat trouble could I possibly stir up?" Prince Chen shifted his knees slightly. "Father, what do you think of Ming Jiuzhu?"

    "She¡¯s pure-hearted, sincere, and comes from a respectable family." More importantly, she stubbornly believed he was the finest man in the world¡ªsomething even he, as a father, couldn¡¯t bring himself to say aloud. "The Ming family is loyal through and through. To have such a princess consort is your good fortune."

    "Your words prove that father and son are of one mind, sharing the same thoughts." Prince Chen picked up the kneeling cushion, walked over to Emperor Longfeng, tossed it down, and knelt again, wrapping his arms around the emperor¡¯s leg. "Since you¡¯re so pleased with your daughter-in-law, won¡¯t you make an exception and let me take her back to the Ming family the day after tomorrow?"

    Looking down at his son clinging to his leg like a spoiled child, Emperor Longfeng was suddenly reminded of the day he ascended the throne, when Du Qing had similarly pestered him to carry him on his back.

    Among all the imperial princes and princesses, only this one still saw him as a father. The others looked at him as nothing more than the embodiment of imperial power.

    "Your wife wants to go back?" Emperor Longfeng didn¡¯t tell him to rise, simply settling onto the dragon throne and letting his son continue hugging his leg.

    "What newlywed bride doesn¡¯t miss her family? She¡¯s simple-minded¡ªeven if she wanted to, she wouldn¡¯t say it. But who am I? Your son! I¡¯ve learned tenfold from you in caring for those close to me. Even if she doesn¡¯t speak a word, I can tell." Prince Chen flashed him an ingratiating smile. "Earlier, I already boasted to her that I¡¯d take her back. You can¡¯t just stand by and watch your son lose face in front of his wife, can you?"

    "No matter." Emperor Longfeng lazily took a sip of tea. "You live in Kirin Palace. If you embarrass yourself, I won¡¯t have to see it."

    "Father." Prince Chen tightened his grip on the emperor¡¯s leg. "If you don¡¯t agree, I¡¯ll kneel here and never leave."

    "People should really see how shamelessly you act." Emperor Longfeng chuckled in exasperation, lightly nudging him with his other foot. "Get up already. What kind of behavior is this?"

    "So you agree?" Prince Chen didn¡¯t let go.

    "The rules of the imperial family cannot be bent¡ªnot even for you." Emperor Longfeng took a palace exit token from Liu Zhongbao and handed it to Prince Chen. "However, if you were to take your princess consort out for an excursion, happen to pass by the Ming residence, and coincidentally stay for lunch¡­ no one would find fault with that."

    "Thank you, Father!" Prince Chen accepted the token and sprang to his feet. "You are undoubtedly the greatest father in the world, and the wisest emperor."

    "Spare me the flattery. Once you return, treat your wife well. Husband and wife are one. If she is sincere with you, you must not betray her." Emperor Longfeng pointed at the discarded cushion on the floor. "Take that thing with you too."

    "Of course, Father." Prince Chen picked up the cushion. "You must be busy with state affairs, so I won¡¯t disturb¡ª"

    "Wait." Emperor Longfeng raised a hand, and Liu Zhongbao placed a chair beside him.

    "Look through these memorials and tell me how they should be handled." Seeing his son¡¯s reluctant expression, the emperor chuckled. "It just occurred to me that you¡¯re still under salary suspension. The Palace Administration mentioned you ordered quite a few spring and summer outfits, all made from the finest materials..."

    "Your son would be honored to share your burdens." Prince Chen swept his robes aside and sat down. "This is my privilege."

    Ah, a man dependent on his father¡¯s wealth must humble himself accordingly.

    "Miss." Chunfen helped Jiuzhu bathe and change out of the palace robes that still carried the scent of hot pot. "The Palace Administration sent over a new set of jewelry, saying it was custom-made for you by Her Majesty the Empress. Would you like to try it on?"

    In just two days, Kirin Palace¡¯s private storeroom was nearly overflowing with gifts. Consorts, imperial princes and princesses, and royal relatives had all sent congratulatory presents.

    Rare treasures flowed into Kirin Palace like an unending stream. This was also the first time Jiuzhu had witnessed firsthand just how highly Prince Chen was regarded in the inner palace.

    "Her Majesty specially had this made for me?" Jiuzhu immediately perked up. "Bring it here quickly!"

    Opening the jewelry box, she found an exquisitely crafted full set of hair ornaments. Understanding dawned on her. "Her Majesty prepared this in advance for my homecoming visit."

    Chunfen was astonished. "The Empress guessed that His Highness would take you back?"

    What surprised her even more was that the Empress, anticipating the prince¡¯s actions, hadn¡¯t objected but instead made all the arrangements for her mistress in advance.

    The more prestigious the family, the stricter their adherence to rules. Yet the Empress, the most revered woman in Great Cheng, showed such thoughtfulness and leniency toward her daughter-in-law. How many mothers-in-law in the world could compare?

    "Because Her Majesty and His Highness are both kind-hearted people." Jiuzhu traced the gemstones on the phoenix hairpin. "Kind souls understand each other¡¯s intentions."

    "This is wonderful." Chunfen smiled. "With the Empress and His Highness treating you so well, Master and Madam will surely feel much more at ease."

    "Did Father and Mother worry about me marrying His Highness before?" Jiuzhu looked up at Chunfen in surprise. "They never mentioned it to me."

    "No matter who their daughter marries, parents can never be completely free of worry." Chunfen tactfully avoided mentioning the rumors circulating about Prince Chen. "But if they see you living happily after marriage, they¡¯ll gradually set their minds at rest."

    "I understand." Jiuzhu nodded thoughtfully. "When we return home the day after tomorrow, I¡¯ll know exactly what to do."

    What exactly did her mistress understand?

    Chunfen watched her with puzzlement, suspecting she might have misinterpreted something.

    Three hours later, Chunfen glanced out the window. "Miss, it¡¯s already dark. Who knows when His Highness will return? Should you have dinner first?"

    "I¡¯m not hungry yet." Jiuzhu shook her head. "Go ahead and eat. There¡¯s no need to keep me company."

    "Miss." Chunfen knew she wanted to wait for Prince Chen and sighed helplessly. "I had some meat broth earlier, so I¡¯m not hungry either."

    "Then go rest for a while." Jiuzhu smiled. "Let¡¯s keep things the same as they were at home. There¡¯s no need to attend to me every moment¡ªI don¡¯t stand on ceremony."

    "This servant will fetch you a bowl of silver ear soup from the kitchen first." As Chunfen turned to leave, she felt someone brush past her like a gust of wind. She spun around and saw that it was Prince Chen who had rushed by.

    "Little Pig Ming, I¡¯m back." Prince Chen strode up to Jiuzhu but paused when he noticed her hair cascading loosely down her back, withdrawing the hand he¡¯d been about to ruffle her head with. "You¡¯ve bathed?"

    "Mm." Jiuzhu nodded.

    "Someone, attend to this prince''s washing." After giving orders to the palace attendants, Prince Chen took out the palace exit token from his sleeve: "The day after tomorrow, we''ll leave the palace to visit my in-laws."

    His expression was relaxed, as if this token hadn''t been obtained through a mix of kneeling, pleading, and reviewing a pile of memorials.

    "Your Highness is truly remarkable." Ming Jiuzhu picked up the token and examined it, noticing the dragon-patterned insignia.

    "A trivial matter. How could I fail to deliver on what I promised you?" Prince Chen washed his hands in the copper basin brought by a eunuch, then reached out to tousle her hair several times, wearing a satisfied smile.

    "Have you had dinner yet?" He smoothed the disheveled strands before reluctantly withdrawing his hand. "His Majesty kept me at Taiyang Palace to handle some matters, so I returned late."

    Originally, the Emperor had intended to keep him for dinner, but he worried Jiuzhu might foolishly wait for him to return, so he rushed back without delay.

    "Not yet." Jiuzhu instructed the attendants to bring the evening meal. "Just in time to dine with Your Highness." sea??h th§× ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Prince Chen and Jiuzhu enjoyed their dinner in high spirits, while the officials who had stayed up late working and received the returned memorials noticed something amiss.

    The handwriting on some of the memorials didn¡¯t quite resemble the Emperor¡¯s.

    Why would His Majesty allow someone else to draft responses on his behalf?

    As court officials, they couldn¡¯t help but overthink. The Emperor was in good health, and the Imperial Guard Commander was fiercely loyal to him. Logically, no one would dare overstep His Majesty to review these memorials.

    "Have none of you considered that His Majesty might have assigned a prince to handle these?" one official suggested. "The handwriting is bold and forceful, the content insightful¡ªclearly the work of a talented individual."

    "Minister Wang makes a fair point," another official nodded. "But which prince could it be?"

    "Prince Huai is mature and steady, but I¡¯ve seen his handwriting¡ªit doesn¡¯t match."

    "Prince An is mild-mannered, but the comments here are direct and sharp, hardly his style."

    "Could it be Prince Jing?"

    Prince Jing was a man of few words, his looks passably refined but paling in comparison to the Fourth Prince and Prince Chen. He was so unremarkable that people rarely noticed him.

    As for the Fourth Prince, no one even entertained the possibility. His Majesty had already stripped him of his title, reducing him to a mere "bald prince"¡ªthere was no way he¡¯d be allowed near state memorials.

    That left Prince Jing as the most likely candidate.

    "Why hasn¡¯t anyone considered Prince Chen?" a young official asked. "His Majesty dotes on him the most¡ªit¡¯s highly plausible he¡¯d assign him this task."

    "Impossible!" several officials exclaimed in unison. "Prince Chen is an idle wastrel¡ªhow could he produce such elegant handwriting?"

    "Have you gentlemen ever seen Prince Chen¡¯s calligraphy?" The young official clasped his hands apologetically. "Forgive my ignorance for raising such a laughable suggestion."

    The senior officials fell silent.

    Come to think of it, they¡¯d never paid attention to Prince Chen¡¯s handwriting.

    But a prince notorious for infuriating his tutors surely¡­ probably¡­ couldn¡¯t write this well, could he?

    More importantly, Prince Chen was a hedonist with no scholarly pursuits¡ªhow could he possibly offer such astute policy recommendations?

    "No, no," they shook their heads vehemently. "It absolutely cannot be him."

    Believing that an indolent, arrogant prince could draft memorials this well was like expecting rain to turn red.

    "Good evening, esteemed ministers." Li En, the Minister of Rites, entered the room and noticed the grave expressions of the night-shift officials. "What seems to be the trouble?"

    "Minister Li." The officials handed him a memorial. "Prince Chen once served briefly in the Ministry of Rites. Does this handwriting resemble his?"

    Li En glanced at it and nodded with a smile. "It is indeed Prince Chen¡¯s handwriting."

    Before he could finish, he saw the ministers turn deathly pale, as if struck by lightning.

    "Gentlemen, are you unwell?"

    "No, no, we¡¯re fine."

    They needed to stay calm. There had to be a reasonable explanation.

    Perhaps the Emperor had dictated the responses, and Prince Chen had merely transcribed them.

 Chapter 79

    Sun Caiyao had that dream again.

    The same dream she''d had before her wedding.

    Flickering candlelight, the enraged prince, and Ming Jiuzhu idly adjusting the incense burner¡ªeverything was exactly as it had been in the dream.

    "Was it His Highness who harmed Prince Chen?"

    "Who killed Prince Chen?!"

    "Was it you? Consort Ning? Or... perhaps Prince Huai, who was already stripped of his title?"

    "Do you wish to kill me?"

    Startled awake by the nightmare, Sun Caiyao heard the rain outside. She rose on trembling legs, poured herself a cup of cold tea, and gulped it down.

    Her hands shook so violently that half the tea spilled.

    "Your Highness, what''s wrong?" A maidservant, hearing the commotion, hurried in and found Sun Caiyao sitting pale-faced at the table. "Was it a nightmare? This servant will summon His Highness at once."

    "Stop." Sun Caiyao''s eyes burned as she stared at her. "I''m fine. Do not disturb His Highness."

    "But¡ª"

    "Are my words meaningless?" Sun Caiyao''s shoulders trembled slightly, yet her gaze was unnervingly bright.

    The maid, startled by her expression, fetched an outer robe. "Your Highness, it''s cold. Please rest in bed."

    Ignoring her, Sun Caiyao pushed open the window. The sound of rain did nothing to calm the chaos in her mind.

    Was His Highness truly unaware of what happened at the royal hunting grounds? Was it solely the doing of his birth mother?

    "Your Highness, shall this servant fetch fresh tea?"

    "No need." Sun Caiyao turned with a strained smile. "It was just a bad dream. I''ll be fine after resting."

    Once the maid left, she forced herself to stay awake, listening to the rain until dawn.

    "Your Highness." Bai Shao entered to help her dress, only to find Sun Caiyao already prepared. "This servant overslept. Forgive me."

    "You didn''t. I woke too early." Sun Caiyao stood. "The rain has left fallen blossoms everywhere. Walk with me."

    "At once, Your Highness. Let me fetch an umbrella." Years of service had taught her never to question her mistress''s whims.

    Sun Caiyao nodded.

    Her legs, stiff from sitting, wobbled as she applied rouge to mask her pallor.

    Bai Shao followed silently, growing uneasy as they walked. "Your Highness, this path leads to Kirin Palace."

    "Does it?" Sun Caiyao smiled faintly. "I heard the apricot grove outside is breathtaking after rain. Having served Consort Ning so long, you must know the palace well."

    Bai Shao curtsied. "Your Highness, a lowly maid cannot roam the inner palace without orders."

    Passing ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????artificial hills, they reached the grove. Sun Caiyao gazed at the snow-like petals trampled into mud. "Such beauty, wasted in the mire."

    "How wonderful¡ªin months, these trees will bear fruit. I wonder if palace apricots are sweet."

    "Your Highness, this servant once sneaked a taste. They''re very sweet! When they ripen, we''ll pick some for you."

    "Hush! Don''t let the stewardess hear."

    "Fear not. Say I craved them." Ming Jiuzhu laughed, lifting her skirts as she stepped along the stone path, reveling in the floral scent.

    Her maids giggled behind her, still dutifully holding her umbrella and train, stifling laughter at the blossoms caught in her hair.

    "Your Highness," Chunfen whispered, "someone''s ahead."

    Jiuzhu paused. Instantly, her attendants straightened, their mirth vanishing as if it had never been.

    "Sister-in-law." Sun Caiyao emerged through the blossoms. "It''s me."

    "Fourth Sister." Jiuzhu curtsied. Sun Caiyao steadied her hand and returned the gesture. "Come to admire the flowers?"

    "The palace sisters said the fallen petals were lovely." Jiuzhu noted Sun Caiyao''s weariness. "You should rest more."

    "Thank you." Sun Caiyao touched her cheek. "Since we''ve met, walk with me."

    Jiuzhu smiled. "After you."

    Amidst the petals, tender green shoots pierced the mud, vibrant against the decay.

    They walked in silence. Jiuzhu, never one to mind awkwardness, even picked up a discarded branch along the way.

    "Sister-in-law," Sun Caiyao stopped, eyeing the withered branch, "you and Prince Chen are so close."

    Jiuzhu blinked. "Aren''t you and the Fourth Prince?"

    "Of course we are." Sun Caiyao''s smile didn''t reach her eyes.

    "Fate grants each their own path. Rather than watching others, tend your own garden." Finally, Jiuzhu understood Sun Caiyao''s oddness¡ªshe was always watching, with eyes full of unspoken longing.

    "Is fate predetermined?" Sun Caiyao pressed. "Can nothing change it?"

    "You think it is?" Jiuzhu shook her head. "To me, fate isn''t an immovable stone you''ll always stumble upon."

    "Go east, and you''ll find peach blossoms so stunning they steal your breath. Go west, and pear blossoms will awe you just the same. The true fate isn''t the flowers¡ªit''s that wonder they inspire." Jiuzhu laughed. "But if you stand among pears craving peaches, or among peaches longing for pears, that''s not fate¡ªit''s greed."

    Sun Caiyao stared. "Is Prince Chen your peach or pear?"

    "He''s every beautiful sight to me." Jiuzhu''s eyes sparkled. "Peaches, pears, all seasons'' splendor¡ªhe is all of them."

    Suddenly, Sun Caiyao knew: if Prince Chen''s death in her dream was truly her husband''s doing, Ming Jiuzhu would kill him without hesitation.

    Yet she still couldn''t fathom why the dream''s Jiuzhu, who''d never met Prince Chen, would cherish him so. Could a woman love a man she''d never known?

    "Sister-in-law," Jiuzhu said gently, "I don''t know what burdens you, but let me offer counsel: many sorrows can be eased by making peace with yourself."

    "If there were a hairpin, one of a kind, meant for you¡ªbut you never knew it existed, so another took it first. Would you resent them?"

    "How can I resent what was never mine to begin with?" Jiuzhu chuckled. "Besides, it''s just a pin. If not this one, another will suit me better."

    "What if it were a person?" Sun Caiyao pressed on, her expression filled with urgency to get an answer. "For example... say, His Highness Prince Chen?"

    Ming Jiuzhu froze for a moment. She tilted her head up, gazing at the apricot blossoms on the tree branches as she carefully considered the question. "If it were His Highness... and someone else won his heart, treated him well, and he loved her in return, then I wouldn¡¯t resent it."

    Because from the very beginning, she had never expected to have him.

    "I see." After a long pause, Sun Caiyao let out a soft sigh. "Ming Jiuzhu, I¡¯m not as good as you."

    "What¡¯s wrong, Fourth Sister-in-law?" Jiuzhu grew increasingly concerned by Sun Caiyao¡¯s odd behavior. "Should I call for the imperial physician?"

    "It¡¯s nothing." Sun Caiyao forced a smile. "I was just admiring the affection between you and Fifth Brother."

    Jiuzhu studied her for a moment before adding quietly, "The scenario you asked about was one where His Highness and someone else were deeply in love. But if it were now, I definitely wouldn¡¯t let anyone take him away from me."

    Times change, and so do circumstances.

    Flowers branch out, and stories take different turns.

    "Who would dare take me away?" Prince Chen strode in from the edge of the grove, bending slightly to take Jiuzhu¡¯s hand. He cast a faintly mocking glance at Sun Caiyao. "Fourth Sister-in-law, if you and Fourth Brother have any disagreements, I suggest you settle them behind closed doors. Don¡¯t trouble my wife with such matters."

    "The Jade Six Palace is quite a distance from the Kirin Palace. Walking all this way, you might trip and hurt yourself." He tilted his chin up. "Yang Yiduo, escort the Fourth Prince¡¯s consort back."

    Sun Caiyao paled. "Fifth Brother, must you be so harsh? We were merely exchanging a few words as sisters-in-law. There¡¯s no need for such wariness."

    Jiuzhu noticed the flicker of guilt in Sun Caiyao¡¯s expression. Unwilling to continue the conversation, she tugged at Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve. "Your Highness, let¡¯s go."

    "Fifth Sister-in-law¡ª"

    "Fourth Sister-in-law, husband and wife are one." Jiuzhu didn¡¯t bother hiding her stance. "Surely you don¡¯t expect me to side with you in this situation?"

    The moment Jiuzhu¡¯s gaze met hers, Sun Caiyao was reminded of the look from her dream¡ªcalm, indifferent, leaving no room for negotiation.

    Silently, she took a step back, watching helplessly as Prince Chen and Ming Jiuzhu walked away hand in hand.

    "My lady." Bai Shao adjusted the umbrella to shield Sun Caiyao from the rain. "It¡¯s pouring. Let¡¯s return."

    "Bai Shao," Sun Caiyao asked, "what kind of person do you think Ming Jiuzhu is?"

    Bai Shao kept her head bowed. "This servant wouldn¡¯t dare presume."

    Sun Caiyao shot her a glance. "You¡¯re pardoned. Speak."

    "The Princess Consort is kind-hearted. She seems... a very good person."

    "A good person?" Sun Caiyao let out a hollow laugh. "I think someone like her shouldn¡¯t be pushed too far."

    Purity in its extreme form is terrifying in itself.

    "Your Highness, why didn¡¯t you bring an umbrella?" Jiuzhu shifted her own umbrella to cover half of Prince Chen¡¯s head. "Your hair is soaked."

    "It¡¯s fine." Prince Chen wiped his face carelessly with a handkerchief. "Earlier, His Majesty made me bring back a pile of gifts. He said a son-in-law can¡¯t show up empty-handed when escorting his wife back to her family."

    "Wait." Jiuzhu took the handkerchief from him and dabbed at his forehead and nose. "There are so many rules for the bridal return?"

    "Of course." Prince Chen took the umbrella and steadied it over them. "Tomorrow morning, we¡¯ll leave early and return in the evening."

    That way, they could spend more time at the Ming Family residence.

    "Ah." Just as dawn broke, Ming Jiyuan leaned over the courtyard wall with a sigh. "By the customs of ordinary families, today should be Jiuzhu¡¯s bridal return day." sea??h th§× NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Third Brother." Ming Cunfu nearly burst into tears. "You woke me up at the crack of dawn just to say that?"

    Ming Jiyuan ignored him, muttering to himself, "How wonderful it would be if someone told me Jiuzhu was coming home right now."

    "Young Master!" The steward came running, shouting, "The young miss has returned!"

    "My sister¡¯s back?" Ming Cunfu¡¯s drowsiness vanished instantly. He looked up just in time to see his third cousin sprinting away.

    Struggling to climb over the wall, he wobbled as he jumped down. "Third Brother, wait for me!"

 Chapter 80

    The sky was still dark when Jiuzhu and Prince Chen boarded a carriage laden with gift boxes and left the palace gates.

    In the morning mist, many breakfast stalls had already been set up, catering to scholars rushing to school and minor officials sitting by the roadside, devouring their meals. Some had become regulars, exchanging light banter with the vendors, the aroma of steamed buns wafting far and wide.

    Prince Chen and Jiuzhu rubbed their stomachs¡ªthey had skipped breakfast to leave early.

    "Your Highness, should we eat before heading home?" Jiuzhu lifted the carriage curtain, her eyes lingering on the plump, white buns.

    "No need. I¡¯m not hungry yet. We can eat after meeting your parents," Prince Chen swallowed hard. Most street food was heavily seasoned, and he couldn¡¯t risk appearing improper before Jiuzhu¡¯s family, even if he was starving. "I¡¯ll have Yang Yiduo fetch you some snacks."

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu studied Prince Chen closely. "Are you¡­ nervous?"

    "Nervous?" Prince Chen straightened his back. "Ridiculous. Why would I be nervous? Do I seem like the type to get nervous?" sea??h th§× Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Lord Ming!"

    Someone outside the carriage called out, and Prince Chen immediately stuck his head out. The man addressed as Lord Ming turned out to be a minor seventh-rank official. Realizing it wasn¡¯t Jiuzhu¡¯s family, Prince Chen quickly withdrew.

    The two officials exchanging greetings were startled when a head suddenly popped out of the luxurious carriage window. Watching it disappear just as swiftly, they exchanged bewildered glances.

    "That head¡­ looked somewhat familiar," the higher-ranking official muttered.

    Lord Ming was even more confused. "Isn¡¯t that the carriage reserved for the imperial family?"

    As they stood perplexed, a group of lavishly dressed young nobles rode past on majestic horses, followed by a long procession of servants carrying loads tied with red silk.

    "Is this a betrothal procession for some noble family?"

    "Not a betrothal. These imperial descendants have pooled their own money to buy stationery, rare books, and manuscripts for Hongwen Academy."

    "Our young master said he¡¯s never been good at studying, but he deeply respects scholars. Hongwen Academy was founded by His Majesty to nurture talent from all corners of the realm. As a member of the imperial family, he naturally supports His Majesty¡¯s vision."

    "What a coincidence¡ªmy master said the same. To find these rare texts, he sent people scouring nearby provinces."

    "Education is invaluable. It broadens minds and benefits the nation. Our master even commissioned new seasonal robes for every impoverished scholar at the academy."

    Many officials on their way to the Six Ministries overheard the commotion and were baffled.

    "If I recall correctly, those men are the infamous imperial wastrels?"

    The ones still idling in the capital were the least capable and ambitious branches of the Yun clan¡ªthose with any talent or daring had been purged during the power struggles at the end of the Xiande era.

    "You¡¯re not wrong. They¡¯re the same lot who used to trail behind Prince Chen, betting on cricket fights."

    "No wonder the book I wanted was sold out¡ªthey bought them all."

    If even these imperial idlers were donating to Hongwen Academy, it was clear how much the Emperor valued the institution.

    As the imperial wastrels marched toward Hongwen Academy with gongs and drums, tensions flared at its gates between a minor imperial relative and a group of impoverished scholars.

    The conflict began when a scholar accidentally stepped on the imperial relative¡¯s shoe. Despite repeated apologies, the man demanded the scholar lick his shoe clean or face arrest.

    Under Da Cheng law, scholars convicted of crimes were barred from imperial exams for a decade.

    "Kneel and lick my shoe now! You have the time it takes for one incense stick to burn¡ªor else¡ª"

    "Or else nothing!" A kick sent the man sprawling. "Who do you think you are, spouting nonsense at the gates of His Majesty¡¯s Hongwen Academy?"

    The ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????assailant, Yun Qirong, straightened his robes and bowed. "My apologies for the spectacle. I am Yun Qirong, former study companion to Prince Chen and current imperial guard. Today, I¡¯ve come to donate rare books to the academy."

    "Who dares¡ª"

    Yun Qirong silenced the man by stepping on his head. "Pay no mind to this so-called imperial relative¡ªhis connection to the royal family is thinner than thread. Leave him to us."

    The scholars, trembling with anger, stared in stunned silence at the scene, then at the procession of servants carrying gifts.

    "Come, let¡¯s discuss this inside." Yun Qirong released the man and slung an arm around the harassed scholar. "My brothers and I were moved to tears hearing Prince Chen speak of your diligence. Sadly, we lack the wit for study, so we brought these gifts instead."

    "Would you disdain us for our lack of learning?" Yun Qirong sighed dramatically. "Alas, we squandered our youth and now can only admire your erudition."

    Flustered by the praise, the scholars hastily assured them they were welcome, consoling the "heartbroken" nobles over their wasted potential.

    "You mentioned Prince Chen earlier?"

    "Indeed," Yun Qirong nodded. "Without his guidance, how would us despised wastrels know of your scholarly dedication?"

    "Gentlemen with such passion for learning could never be wastrels."

    "Ah, it¡¯s a long story." Yun Qirong wore a pained expression. "We¡¯re just glad you¡¯ll accept these humble offerings."

    The scholars¡¯ innocent hearts wavered. If Prince Chen was so noble, and his friends so generous, how could anyone call them wastrels?

    That they feared rejection even after gifting rare books proved how deeply misunderstood they were.

    This had to be a vile conspiracy against Prince Chen!

    When Jiuzhu and Prince Chen stepped through the Ming family gates, every member turned their fervent gazes upon them.

    "Your son-in-law pays respects to Father and Mother Ming," Prince Chen steeled himself and bowed like any common groom.

    "And to Uncle, and my esteemed brothers-in-law."

    "Greetings, Your Highness." The Ming family had not expected Prince Chen to bring their daughter back so early in the morning. Though overjoyed, they retained their composure: "Greetings to the Princess Consort..."

    "Father, Mother." Jiuzhu hurried forward and took their hands, preventing them from bowing. "No matter the formalities outside, here at home, we are family. Those external rules should not apply here."

    "Jiuzhu is right. Etiquette is for outsiders," Prince Chen chimed in shamelessly. "There are no outsiders here¡ªwhy stand on ceremony?"

    "Third Brother, His Highness speaks sense," Ming Jinghai was the first to agree. "Let us gather as a family and continue inside."

    "Mother, have you eaten breakfast yet?"

    "Not yet..."

    "Then let¡¯s eat together!" Jiuzhu plopped onto a stool. "His Highness and I skipped breakfast to hurry home. I¡¯m practically starving."

    Shen Ying gazed at her daughter, who was acting spoiled, and for a moment, she felt as though Jiuzhu had never married¡ªas if she had merely been away for a couple of days before returning to her side.

    "Very well, I¡¯ll have the servants bring breakfast at once." Shen Ying snapped out of her daze, her delight plain for all to see.

    "Thank you, Your Highness, for bringing Jiuzhu home." Ming Jingzhou understood well how difficult it must have been for Prince Chen, who resided in the palace, to arrange this visit.

    "You flatter me, Father-in-law. Jiuzhu¡¯s home is my home..." Prince Chen nearly bit his tongue. "What I mean is, Jiuzhu¡¯s family is my family. Returning here with her is only natural. If you thank me, it would make me feel like an outsider."

    Damn it, Yun Duqing, where was your brain just now?

    What ''home''? You¡¯re a grown man¡ªwhat ''home'' are you talking about?

    Ming Jingzhou pretended not to notice the prince¡¯s slip of the tongue. He studied Prince Chen¡¯s expression, as if weighing the sincerity behind his words. After a pause, he smiled. "Since Your Highness does not disdain us, the Ming family shall henceforth be your second home."

    With that, he retrieved a red envelope from his sleeve¡ªits contents unknown, though his hand trembled slightly as he held it out.

    "By folk custom, when a son-in-law visits his wife¡¯s family for the first time after marriage, the elders present him with a gift." Ming Jingzhou placed the envelope in Prince Chen¡¯s hand. "Our family is humble¡ªplease do not think it too meager."

    "With Father-in-law¡¯s kindness, even a single copper coin would be precious to me." Prince Chen tucked the envelope into his sleeve with satisfaction.

    His father-in-law gave him a red envelope¡ªthat meant he approved of him as a son-in-law.

    If Father-in-law was pleased, then Ming Jiuzhu would be happy, and there¡¯d be no marital strife over her family. Perfect.

    "Ahem." Ming Jinghai directly handed Prince Chen a pouch. "We hadn¡¯t expected Your Highness to visit, so I came unprepared. Please accept this instead of a proper red envelope."

    Ming Jiyuan also presented a red envelope, his gaze noticeably warmer toward the prince.

    Ming Cunfu hesitated, then unclasped his already light purse from his belt.

    As her cousin, he couldn¡¯t embarrass his sister at a time like this.

    If it was tradition to gift the newlyweds, then so be it¡ªhe¡¯d give!

    Seeing the elders shower Prince Chen with gifts, Jiuzhu leaned in and stretched out her hand. "Where¡¯s mine?"

    "His Highness¡¯s marriage to you means our family has gained half a son," Ming Jingzhou turned away from her outstretched palm. "You¡¯ve always been our daughter¡ªthere¡¯s no custom of giving you a red envelope."

    "Oh." Jiuzhu¡¯s hand dropped.

    No wonder they say in the capital: "Only the newcomer is smiled upon; none hear the old-timer weep."

    Prince Chen whispered in her ear, "Don¡¯t worry¡ªwhat¡¯s mine is yours. Later, we¡¯ll split it fifty-fifty."

    "But if Father gave me one too, we¡¯d have two shares," Jiuzhu whispered back. "Your Highness, your salary suspension hasn¡¯t been lifted yet."

    Ming Jingzhou¡¯s ear twitched. Ming Jinghai shifted in his seat.

    The Ming family was born with sharp ears and keen eyes¡ªthey caught whispers all too easily.

    "Jiuzhu," Ming Jiyuan couldn¡¯t help interjecting, "you..."

    Jiuzhu looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

    Staring into his little sister¡¯s pleading gaze, Ming Jiyuan swallowed the rest of his words.

    "Here, take it." He pulled another red envelope from his sleeve.

    Go on, take your poor elder brother¡¯s money and feed your prince with it.

 Chapter 81

    Though the Ming Family held great prestige among scholars, Prince Chen noticed they didn¡¯t indulge in overly literary speech. Their meals weren¡¯t accompanied by flowery verses either¡ªthey occasionally remarked on mundane things, like how goods at the east market were cheaper than the west.

    Before his visit, he had worried the Ming elders might propose drinking games or impromptu poetry contests, so he crammed several anthologies. None of it proved useful.

    "This spring rain came just in time. Let¡¯s hope the common folk have a good harvest." Ming Jingzhou raised his teacup. "Your Highness must return to the palace tonight, so wine is inadvisable. This humble official offers tea in its stead, toasting you."

    When their cups met, Prince Chen deliberately held his lower than Ming Jingzhou¡¯s. The older man gripped his wrist. "Your Highness, no. You are the sovereign, I the subject. How can my cup stand higher than yours?"

    "You are the elder, I the junior. Respecting one¡¯s seniors is only natural."

    As they bickered, Jiuzhu set down her chopsticks, clasped their wrists, and clinked their cups together. "Just drink."

    The two men looked at her and laughed in unison.

    One upheld propriety between ruler and subject, for his daughter¡¯s sake.

    One set aside his status to honor his father-in-law, for his wife¡¯s sake.

    They thought Jiuzhu hadn¡¯t noticed these gestures. But she saw everything.

    The tea¡¯s fragrance was crisp, its sweetness lingering.

    "Your Highness," Ming Jinghai began, setting down his chopsticks, "by ancestral custom, when His Majesty holds the empress¡¯s coronation, a pardon decree is issued to signify her honored status. What form should this pardon take? Speak freely¡ªwe¡¯re family here."

    "Pardons typically spare minor offenders, waive taxes, or grant extra imperial exams." Prince Chen answered without hesitation. "But pardoning criminals wrongs their victims. Tax exemptions invite disputes over scope and duration. Only additional exams serve well¡ªthey recruit talent for the court and face no opposition."

    More importantly, the literati would support it.

    Scholars sitting these exams would hesitate to criticize the empress. A single move yielding triple gains.

    "An excellent choice. Shared interests resolve many conflicts." Ming Jinghai regarded the Fifth Prince with approval. This young man was more promising than he¡¯d expected.

    The rift between the literati and Prince Chen¡¯s faction stemmed from years of disagreements.

    But if the prince suddenly embraced their ideals, their perception of him would shift dramatically.

    After the meal, Ming Jinghai asked Ming Jingzhou, "Third Brother, let¡¯s find some afternoon diversion. None of those refined arrow-tossing or poetry games¡ªsomething lively."

    "Cards?" Ming Jingzhou glanced at Prince Chen. "Your Highness, do you play?"

    "A little." The prince thought wryly¡ªwho in the empire could rival his skill?

    "Then we four men shall play, while Jiuzhu chats with her mother." Ming Jingzhou summoned a servant for cards and imparted marital wisdom: "Women despise men hovering during their talks. When they converse, we belong in the shadows."

    "When women lose their temper¡ªtsk." Ming Jingzhou lowered his voice. "Utterly terrifying."

    Prince Chen glanced at Jiuzhu, laughing with her mother. How terrifying could she be?

    His Jiuzhu was too kind-hearted to ever rage at him.

    "Four?" Ming Cunfu scanned the group. "Wait, aren¡¯t we five men?"

    "Go study." Ming Jinghai dismissed him coldly. "A man without rank or office is no man at all."

    "Those without even a fianc¨¦e are the unworthy ones," Ming Cunfu muttered, too softly for his father to hear, before darting off.

    Ming Jiyuan: "..."

    Who was that jab aimed at?!

    Two rounds into the game, Prince Chen realized the Ming men¡¯s literary brilliance didn¡¯t extend to cards.

    They played their hands bluntly, oblivious to opponents¡¯ strategies.

    Letting them win without detection was harder than defeating them outright.

    "With those pitiful skills, they dare challenge His Highness?" Shen Ying chuckled, watching the four men at the pavilion. "Your father and brother¡¯s salaries won¡¯t cover their losses."

    "Don¡¯t worry, Mother. His Highness wouldn¡¯t dare defeat them." Jiuzhu smiled. "Last night, he grilled me on what topics our family prefers for poetry."

    "I told him Father rarely versifies at home. He didn¡¯t believe me."

    "He used to compose often." Shen Ying¡¯s gaze softened. "But not this past year."

    Before Jiuzhu¡¯s return, he¡¯d drink on mid-autumn nights, penning odes to his lost daughter before the wine reached half.

    Perhaps fulfilled hearts lack poetry¡¯s melancholy fuel.

    "I¡¯d love to read Father¡¯s verses."

    "He never keeps them¡ªscribbles and discards. None survive." Shen Ying steered the topic away, unwilling to revisit those sorrow-laden lines. "Are you settling well in the palace?"

    "Perfectly. The attendants are attentive, and His Majesty and the empress send frequent inquiries." Jiuzhu squeezed her mother¡¯s hand. "Her Majesty treats me as always."

    "Good, good." Shen Ying noted Jiuzhu¡¯s palace-made hairpins and knew she spoke true. "Your four sisters-in-law hail from noble houses, but you¡¯re no lesser. Don¡¯t cower before them."

    "Mother... Fourth Prince¡¯s consort seems odd. Is there history between our families and the Suns?"

    "The Suns are old scholarly aristocracy. Our Ming ancestors were obscure until your father¡¯s generation¡ªyour uncles took top honors, he ranked third, and our status rose. Later..."

    Shen Ying paused. "Never mind. We¡¯ve severed ties with the Ming Family of Lingzhou. No use dwelling on it."

    "Though respected among scholars now, the Suns have always scorned us." She hesitated, then confessed: "Last spring, His Majesty considered marrying Prince Chen to a Sun daughter. They... demurred."

    "But Sun Caiyao married the Fourth Prince." Jiuzhu recalled no Sun discontent with that match.

    "Because the initial candidate was Prince Chen." Shen Ying patted Jiuzhu¡¯s startled hand. "Before formal proposals, rumors spread of Sun Caiyao boating intimately with the Fourth Prince. Since he¡¯s elder, the match shifted to him."

    "Marriage is a matter of fate. Miss Sun and Prince Chen were not destined to be together, so there''s no need for you to dwell on it." Shen Ying took a sip of tea. "I''m telling you this because I fear the gossip in the palace might twist a simple matter into something complicated, stirring up conflict between you and Prince Chen."

    "Is that why she''s been acting so strangely toward me?" Jiuzhu grew even more puzzled. "What''s the point?"

    "People''s hearts are all different. You don''t need to understand others'' motives¡ªjust know your own mind and what you truly want. That way, you won''t be swayed by them."

    "I just want my family to be safe and well, for His Highness and Her Majesty the Empress to remain unharmed, and for my two masters to achieve enlightenment in their cultivation." Jiuzhu thought carefully. "It seems I don¡¯t ask for much else."

    Those who desire nothing fear nothing.

    What seems like wanting little is, in truth, a great ambition.

    Shen Ying smiled¡ªher daughter was wise.

    Ming Jingzhou, who rarely won at cards, finally managed to triumph a few times against his son-in-law. In high spirits, he praised Prince Chen: "Your Highness is naturally brilliant. If you devoted yourself to study, you could surpass the other princes in just a few days."

    Back when he was in the Ministry of Rites, the first time he tested Prince Chen on policy essays, he had noticed the prince¡¯s extraordinary memory and ability to apply knowledge creatively¡ªa promising scholar, had he been inclined to take the imperial exams.

    Unfortunately, the prince¡¯s heart wasn¡¯t in his studies, and as a royal, he had no need to worry about official advancement.

    "You flatter me, Father-in-law." Prince Chen split a straight flush in his hand and played the smallest card. "It¡¯s all thanks to your guidance."

    "Even the finest sculptor can¡¯t carve a flower from rotten wood." Ming Jingzhou¡¯s eyes lit up when he saw the card Prince Chen played, and he quickly tossed out a low card he¡¯d been struggling to use. "Don¡¯t sell yourself short."

    Listening to the two men exchange compliments, Ming Jinghai nearly crumpled his cards in frustration. Could they spare a thought for him?

    "Uncle, I¡¯ve finished reading all the military texts you lent me last time." Prince Chen glanced at Ming Jinghai¡¯s hand and lied without hesitation. "I can¡¯t beat that play."

    "You¡¯ve ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????finished them?" Ming Jinghai, pleased that no one could counter his move, happily collected the cards.

    "I never expected Uncle, as a civil official, to possess such a talent for military strategy." Prince Chen praised. "Had you pursued the path of a general, you¡¯d surely be a revered commander."

    Ming Jinghai preened. "Of course. Even my swordsmanship master said I had the makings of a great general. But my gift for literature was even greater, so I chose the imperial examinations instead."

    After lauding his uncle, Prince Chen didn¡¯t forget to compliment his brother-in-law, Ming Jiyuan, expressing great anticipation for his upcoming appointment at the Court of Judicial Review.

    By the end of the game, all three Ming men had won a few hands, and Prince Chen hadn¡¯t lost much either. It was a harmonious gathering, full of joy.

    At dinner, Ming Jingzhou even praised Prince Chen in front of Jiuzhu.

    As night fell after the meal, the earlier cheer gave way to the sorrow of parting. Holding Jiuzhu¡¯s hand, Prince Chen said to the Ming family seeing them off, "Rest assured, I will bring Jiuzhu home often so we may all be together again."

    "We trust Your Highness will keep your word." Ming Jingzhou smiled. "Tomorrow at court, I will propose to His Majesty the opening of a special examination. He won¡¯t agree immediately. In the afternoon, I and several officials from the Six Ministries will go to Taiyang Palace to persuade him. Your Highness may join us to lend support. Do not worry¡ªthis is also His Majesty¡¯s intention."

    Prince Chen bowed to Ming Jingzhou. "Thank you, Father-in-law. I will remember."

    His father and father-in-law were helping him win the favor of civil officials.

    "Wait!" Ming Jiyuan suddenly remembered the female Daoist who had visited the Ming family days earlier. "Sister, I have something for you¡ªa gift from your two masters, sent by messenger."

    "My masters?" Jiuzhu was surprised.

    "I was so happy to see you today that I nearly forgot." Ming Jiyuan turned and hurried off. "Wait here with His Highness. I¡¯ll be right back."

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 Chapter 82

    "Since you weren¡¯t here, I never opened this box." Ming Jiyuan placed an antique wooden box into Jiuzhu¡¯s hands. "I asked the Daoist nun for her name, but she refused to tell me. I invited her to stay at our home, but she declined, saying that meetings and partings are matters of fate and should not be forced. She also said that if you asked, you would understand."

    "I lived deep in the mountains with my two masters for many years. Our temple rarely had visitors, though occasionally, wandering cultivators would stop by to rest." Jiuzhu gently stroked the wooden box, her eyes filled with affection. "They came and went freely, kind to the elderly and weak but never leaving their names. My masters must have learned that this nun was passing through the capital and asked her to deliver this to me."

    After bidding farewell to her parents, Jiuzhu boarded the carriage. Even as the carriage traveled far, she lifted the curtain and looked back, still able to see the Ming Family standing at the gate, watching her depart.

    "Don¡¯t be sad. With me here, I can bring you home often." Prince Chen took out the red envelopes and pouches he had received earlier and placed them in Jiuzhu¡¯s hands.

    "Your Highness, why are you giving these to me?" Jiuzhu looked at him in confusion.

    "A husband¡¯s wealth belongs to his wife¡ªthat¡¯s only natural." Prince Chen rubbed his nose awkwardly. "All my fox¡­ I mean, my guards and attendants do the same after they marry."

    "Then in the future, if Your Highness needs money, just tell me." Jiuzhu tucked the silver away carefully.

    "But a man shouldn¡¯t be given money so freely," Prince Chen coughed lightly. "What if I spend it recklessly without you knowing?"

    "If spending it makes Your Highness happy, then it¡¯s worth it. Money is just a worldly possession¡ªYour Highness is far more important." Jiuzhu thought for a moment and added, "Though it would be even better if Your Highness didn¡¯t deceive me."

    The same Jiuzhu who had once picked the tiniest piece of silver to compensate him for a cricket¡¯s funeral expenses¡ªnow saying that money was trivial and his happiness mattered most?

    Just how much did this silly little Ming Pig care about him?

    "You¡­ you¡­" Prince Chen sighed deeply. Thankfully, she had married him. If she had wed someone else, who knew how badly she might have been treated?

    "Your ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Highness." Jiuzhu placed the wooden box on her lap. "I¡¯d like to see what my masters sent."

    "Go ahead." Prince Chen stood to leave the carriage. "I¡¯ll tell the driver to steady the ride."

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu reached out and pulled him back. "Sit with me while I look."

    "Alright." Prince Chen paused, then shifted closer to her. "What treasures did your masters send us?"

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    Jiuzhu carefully lifted the lid. Inside lay several small boxes, each no larger than a palm.

    Prince Chen wondered¡ªjust how many gifts had they prepared?

    The first box contained six bottles of medicine.

    The second, third, and fourth boxes also held medicine, though each for different ailments.

    There were antidote pills, blood-staunching elixirs, cold-prevention powders, fever-relieving syrups, and more.

    "Little Pig, are your masters divine healers?" Prince Chen eyed the numerous boxes of pills, the mixed medicinal scents slightly overwhelming.

    "I don¡¯t know. Our temple was poor, so we couldn¡¯t afford medicine. Whenever I fell ill, my second master would gather herbs from the mountain and brew them into a bitter soup." Jiuzhu recalled her days with her masters fondly. "But my first master often called the second a quack, saying I survived only because of my strong constitution."

    Prince Chen fell silent for a moment. "What were your parents thinking, sending you to such a remote temple?"

    Jiuzhu smiled. "The temple was poor, but my masters treated me very, very well."

    She picked up the last box at the bottom. Inside were two letters and a pair of silver hairpins.

    The hairpins shared similar floral designs¡ªone for a man, the other for a woman.

    Jiuzhu stared at the feminine pin for a long time without speaking.

    "What¡¯s wrong?" Prince Chen, noticing her unsettled expression, wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Jiuzhu?"

    "Once, I lost a silver hairpin in Huaxi River¡­ it looked just like this, only much smaller." Jiuzhu handed the pin to Prince Chen. "Your Highness, help me put it on."

    Prince Chen fastened it into her hair. "It suits you."

    "Really?" Jiuzhu touched the pin lightly.

    "Have I ever lied to you?" He removed his own crown and secured the masculine pin in his hair. "This one must be for me. We¡¯re a matching pair now."

    Though the silver pins were simple, when worn by him, they carried an air of royal elegance.

    Beautiful people made even ordinary things shine.

    The two letters¡ªone from her first master, the other from her second¡ªwere brief, as neither was one for lengthy words. They described the properties of each medicine, admitted their own financial struggles, and explained that the paired hairpins were their wedding gift.

    [The mountains are peaceful. Your second master and I dislike visitors. There¡¯s no need to send money or clothes often. Since you left, the temple¡¯s expenses have¡­ drastically decreased.]

    "Drastically decreased"¡ªwasn¡¯t that phrasing a bit too harsh?

    Jiuzhu¡¯s heartache and longing were instantly halved by those words.

    [Partings are the way of life. If you miss us, simply write on Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year¡¯s Eve. The moon is the same moon, the sun the same sun¡ªno matter how far apart we are, the view remains unchanged.]

    Jiuzhu sniffled. She knew her masters had never been fond of noise. The temple had only grown lively because of her.

    After reading her first master¡¯s letter word by word, she opened the second.

    [Once a master, always a master. To us, you were both disciple and daughter. These past months, your first master has recited sutras before the Three Pure Ones for your safety. Two months ago, she added another for your future husband. You and Prince Chen were worlds apart, yet fate brought you together¡ªa true blessing.]

    [The medicines I prepared for you are all excellent remedies. Trust in my skills.]

    Jiuzhu read both letters over and over before carefully tucking them away. She looked up at Prince Chen. "Your Highness, my masters said we were fated to be together."

    "The Emperor is the Son of Heaven. His decree for our marriage is indeed heaven¡¯s will." Though separated by thousands of miles from these two masters, Prince Chen chose to flatter them. "Your masters must be true sages to foresee this."

    "The medicines they made must be rare treasures." He gathered the boxes solemnly. "I¡¯ll keep them safe."

    Jiuzhu: "¡­"

    She wasn¡¯t sure about them being sages, but she did know her second master¡¯s cooking was terrible and her herbal brews unbearably bitter. Still, seeing Prince Chen¡¯s earnest expression, she couldn¡¯t bear to disillusion him. "Yes, let¡¯s keep them well."

    No matter the efficacy of the pills, they were her masters¡¯ heartfelt gifts¡ªhow could she treat them carelessly?

    Just as the couple finished storing the boxes, loud arguing erupted outside the carriage, voices heated, with words like "prince" and "wastrel" thrown about.

    Jiuzhu curiously leaned her head out of the carriage window and spotted several young men dressed in luxurious brocade robes arguing beneath the stone lions by the entrance of the Capital Prefecture''s office. Among them, a man in a brown brocade robe had a large bruise on his forehead and wore an expression of extreme fury.

    "Yun Qirong, don¡¯t think I¡¯m afraid of you just because you outnumber me!" The man in brown clutched his forehead and shouted. "Stop flaunting your title as an imperial guard to intimidate people. Everyone knows you only got that position because you licked Prince Chen¡¯s boots!"

    "So what if I serve Prince Chen?" Yun Qirong rolled up his sleeves. "You wish you could be in my place, but you¡¯re not even worthy!"

    Yu Jian, who happened to be passing by while off duty, paused mid-step.

    For some reason, he felt like he¡¯d been insulted too.

    "Fine, I¡¯m not worthy, but can you still cling to Prince Chen now?" The man in brown didn¡¯t dare insult the prince directly, so he pointed at Yun Qirong instead. "His Highness hasn¡¯t spent time with you lot in ages, has he?"

    "You know nothing!" Yun Qirong sneered mysteriously, puffing out his chest. "If not for His Highness, would we have gone to Hongwen Academy to deliver books? The work we, Prince Chen¡¯s trusted aides, do for him is beyond the comprehension of a royal fringe-dweller like you!"

    "Many of those scholars are the future pillars of our great nation. As a distant relative of the imperial family, not only do you fail to treat them with respect, but you even tried to humiliate them with despicable means. How could you stoop so low?" Yun Qirong knew the importance of boasting about good deeds while keeping quiet about the bad. "Though others dismiss us as wastrels, Prince Chen has taught us to recognize the greatness and hardships of scholars. We revere them and aspire to their ideals. Of course, we¡¯d stop scum like you from bullying them."

    The onlookers quickly pieced together the story: a nobleman had bullied defenseless scholars, only to be confronted by a group of young lords close to Prince Chen, leading to this public spat.

    "You¡¯re running errands for Prince Chen?" The brown-robed nobleman burst into laughter. "You expect us to believe that? Who would ever trust wastrels like you with real work?"

    Yu Jian frowned. Though Yun Qirong and his friends were known for idleness, they never harassed the innocent. This man¡¯s words were too harsh.

    "Oh? You take issue with me assigning them tasks?" Prince Chen stepped down from his carriage. "Since when do I need your approval to act?"

    "Who do you think you¡ª"

    "P-Prince Chen!" The man in brown paled, hastily lowering his hand from his forehead and bowing deeply. "Forgive my thoughtless words, Your Highness."

    "Your Highness!" Yun Qirong and his companions brightened at the sight of the prince. "We¡¯ve completed all the tasks you assigned today. We only ran into this troublemaker outside Hongwen Academy."

    He couldn¡¯t resist adding, "That silver hairpin you¡¯re wearing today is exquisite, Your Highness."

    Prince Chen raised a brow, tilting his chin up. "A gift from Jiuzhu¡¯s elders."

    The brown-robed nobleman¡¯s neck stiffened. "Your Highness, this is all a misunderstanding. Please allow me to explain."

    "Silence. I¡¯ve no interest in your excuses." Prince Chen returned to his carriage and helped Jiuzhu down. "Qirong, you explain."

    Yun Qirong noticed the silver hairpin in Jiuzhu¡¯s hair, matching the prince¡¯s. He bowed his head and recounted the incident¡ªthough a simple matter, his vivid narration painted the brown-robed man as a monstrous bully tormenting helpless scholars like kittens. The crowd seethed with indignation.

    Jiuzhu glanced at the nobleman¡¯s shoes. Forcing someone to lick them? Some people in the capital had truly bizarre tastes.

    "Qirong, give him a silver ingot." Prince Chen reached into his sleeve, then remembered he¡¯d given all his money to Jiuzhu. He turned to Yun Qirong instead. "Have him remove his shoes now and walk home barefoot."

    A man without coins must learn to improvise.

    Such was the importance of having wealthy subordinates.

    "If someone dirties your shoes, it¡¯s only right they apologize, buy you new ones, or clean them," Prince Chen said coolly. "But demanding they kneel and lick them is humiliation."

    "Enough." The prince lifted his chin. "I¡¯ve no patience for further nonsense. Walk home barefoot now¡ªI¡¯ll have men escort you to ensure you don¡¯t cheat."

 Chapter 83

    The troublemaking young noble in brown brocade was taken away by the Imperial Dragon Guards, while the royal scoundrels stepped forward to greet Jiuzhu with bows.

    "Greetings, Princess Consort. You and His Highness are truly a match made in heaven, a perfect pair."

    "Indeed! We¡¯ve grown up with His Highness, yet this is the first time we¡¯ve seen him help a lady down from a carriage."

    Jiuzhu found these words oddly familiar¡ªin the domineering prince romance stories, the steward beside the prince would often say things like, "This is the first time His Highness has brought a woman back to his manor."

    She whispered to Prince Chen, "Your Highness, do your friends also enjoy listening to domineering prince tales?"

    Prince Chen: "..."

    "You¡¯ve done well," Prince Chen said, patting Yun Qirong on the shoulder. "When we next see His Majesty, I¡¯ll find an opportunity to commend your efforts."

    "Many thanks, Your Highness." Yun Qirong and the other royal scoundrels hurriedly expressed their gratitude. "We merely followed Your Highness¡¯s teachings. It¡¯s nothing worth mentioning."

    Usually, they spent their days idling about, causing mischief with no real purpose. But suddenly, a group of scholars had thanked them sincerely, looking at them with admiration¡ªit wasn¡¯t a bad feeling at all.

    "Young masters are truly remarkable," Jiuzhu said, gazing at them with admiration. As expected of His Highness¡¯s friends, doing so much good.

    "Not at all, not at all. We merely follow His Highness¡¯s example," Yun Qirong replied, well-versed in the art of praising the prince in front of his consort. "We used to behave quite disgracefully, but under His Highness¡¯s guidance, we¡¯ve mended our ways."

    Your Highness, if the princess consort ever finds out about your past cricket and cockfighting habits, you¡¯ll have an excuse now.

    The other royal scoundrels didn¡¯t immediately grasp why Yun Qirong said this, but seeing the satisfied smile on Prince Chen¡¯s face, they quickly caught on and echoed his words, claiming that their newfound virtue was entirely thanks to His Highness¡¯s patient counsel.

    A proper royal scoundrel knew how to elevate their patron, ensuring mutual benefit for all.

    "Since you¡¯ve started doing good deeds, you might as well see them through," Prince Chen said, clasping his hands behind his back. "Visiting orphanages and relief shelters are excellent choices."

    If they refused to study, they could at least engage in charity. Even if they amounted to nothing in the future, they¡¯d still earn a measure of goodwill.

    Turning, he noticed Jiuzhu looking at him with admiration and coughed awkwardly. "These fellows have been causing trouble with me since childhood. Don¡¯t take their words too seriously."

    "Your Highness need not explain. I understand," Jiuzhu nodded slightly. "You¡¯re inherently kind, but you prefer to keep a low profile."

    "I don¡¯t like keeping a low profile," Prince Chen murmured, leaning close to her ear. "I like you." S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Your Highness!" Jiuzhu touched her burning ear and shot him a flustered glare.

    "Your Highness, we should take our leave," Yun Qirong said, noticing the prince and princess consort whispering intimately. He tactfully led the others away.

    Once the royal scoundrels had departed, Jiuzhu suddenly remembered something. "Didn¡¯t you say that once your guards and attendants married, they handed their silver over to their wives? Why does Yun Qirong still carry so much?"

    "An excellent question," Prince Chen said, holding her hand. "It¡¯s because he doesn¡¯t have a wife yet."

    "Oh..." Jiuzhu nodded in understanding. "No wonder he didn¡¯t even blink when giving away silver." Even she had felt a pang of sympathy for the loss.

    Prince Chen¡¯s expression turned complicated. Once, he too had spent money with such carefree abandon¡ªuntil his father confined him to the palace...

    He turned his head and spotted a familiar figure standing a few paces away. "Yu Jian? The young general?"

    Yu Jian knew what Prince Chen really meant: Why is it you again?

    "Your Highness," he stepped forward and bowed.

    Prince ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Chen eyed his casual attire. "You¡¯re not on duty with the Imperial Guards today?"

    "Reporting to Your Highness, today is my day off." Yu Jian¡¯s heart swelled with excitement. His Highness is concerned about my duties¡ªcould he be considering recruiting me into the Prince Chen Manor?

    "Oh," Prince Chen replied, then turned and walked away with Jiuzhu.

    Yu Jian stared at their retreating figures, utterly baffled. What exactly did His Highness mean by that "oh"?

    If Prince Chen ordered someone to walk barefoot, he wouldn¡¯t give them the chance to wear shoes.

    A young noble in fine robes trudged barefoot through the streets in early spring, drawing countless stares from the common folk. To ensure his humiliation was complete, the guards supervising him recounted the entire incident to anyone who asked.

    A tyrannical noble bullying a poor scholar, only for a righteous prince to descend like a divine intervention, rescuing the scholar and punishing the bully¡ªwasn¡¯t this the kind of poetic justice the people loved?

    Within two hours, the story had spread throughout the capital.

    At a certain gathering of scholars, the atmosphere was unusually tense.

    For days, they had schemed to lure the royal scoundrels to the gates of Hongwen Academy, hoping to incite conflict. Yet the outcome had been the opposite of what they intended?

    Their goal had been to stir animosity between impoverished scholars and the imperial clan¡ªnot to elevate Prince Chen and his band of scoundrels in the eyes of the literati!

    "I can¡¯t fathom why those wastrels suddenly decided to donate writing supplies to Hongwen Academy," one clan head muttered, glaring at the others. "Could this all have been an act orchestrated by Prince Chen and his followers?"

    "Are you suggesting... there¡¯s a traitor among us?" Another frowned. "We¡¯ve been close confidants for years. Who among us would betray the rest?"

    He trusted those present¡ªbut the sheer coincidence of events made him wonder if Prince Chen had divine assistance.

    "Brother Du, what do you make of this?" He turned to Du Qingke, who had been silently sitting in a corner. "Does he truly have the gods on his side?"

    "You arranged this affair. Why ask me?" Du Qingke scoffed, his long hair loose and his robes carelessly draped. "Perhaps he does have divine aid."

    "Brother Du jests. If he truly had such help, he wouldn¡¯t remain merely a prince." The clan head shook his head. "The emperor made Lady Su his empress but hasn¡¯t named Prince Chen crown prince¡ªclearly, he¡¯s dissatisfied with him."

    Before the Fourth Prince¡¯s downfall, many officials had supported him, yet their memorials vanished without a ripple.

    After Lady Su was named empress, some officials rushed to flatter her, petitioning for Prince Chen¡¯s elevation to crown prince¡ªbut those memorials, too, sank without a trace.

    Du Qingke smiled faintly. Emperor Longfeng¡¯s reluctance wasn¡¯t due to dissatisfaction with Prince Chen, but a ruler¡¯s natural attachment to power¡ªand his envy of a son in his prime.

    The more power one held, the more one feared aging.

    Such was human nature.

    "Brother Du, after this incident, no scoundrel would dare cause trouble at Hongwen Academy. What else can we do?"

    "What can we do?" Du Qingke sighed. "I¡¯m just a useless man who indulges in wine and women. You¡¯ll have to figure it out yourselves."

    "Brother Du, Brother Du." Seeing him about to leave, the others quickly stopped him. "We agreed to brainstorm ideas together¡ªhow can you leave now?"

    "If you all insist that Prince Chen has divine assistance, then why bother scheming against him?" Du Qingke flicked his sleeve. "Why not accept reality sooner and abandon your dreams of restoring noble families?"

    "We were only jesting earlier, Brother Du. Don¡¯t take it seriously." These declining aristocratic families, apart from the Du Family which still held some standing in the capital, were merely clinging to the illusion of prestige, with little real influence in court.

    "Li En, the three Ming brothers, and over half of the Six Ministries officials¡ªnone of them come from prominent noble houses. Especially the Ming Family, whose triple first-place honors in the imperial examinations have stolen much of the Sun Family¡¯s limelight."

    Du Qingke chuckled. "The Sun Family is still a powerful noble house. Why don¡¯t you try winning them over?"

    "This¡­" The heads of the families exchanged uneasy glances, lacking any confidence in persuading the Sun Family.

    The Sun Family had always held sway in court and even married a daughter into the imperial clan. It was unlikely they would join their cause.

    "If even the Sun Family is beyond your reach, how do you expect to revive the aristocracy?" Du Qingke looked at them as if they were children telling jokes. "Gentlemen, take your time pondering. I¡¯ll take my leave first."

    "Du Qingke is too arrogant!"

    "Bear with it. Without him, our noble families would be in an even worse position."

    The others fell silent. But even with him, would their circumstances truly improve?

    "I have another idea." One of the family heads, who suspected a traitor among them, suddenly brightened. "If we can¡¯t act against Hongwen Academy, there are two other places no one would ever pay attention to."

    "Where?"

    "The orphanage and the relief shelter." The family head lowered his voice. "The orphanage is full of abandoned children, many with physical disabilities. If officials there were exposed for mistreating them, wouldn¡¯t it stir public outrage?"

    "That wouldn¡¯t work." Another family head shook his head. "Since His Majesty ascended the throne, he allocates substantial funds annually to orphanages across the provinces. The supervisors are rotated every few years, and inspections are frequent¡ªthere¡¯s no chance of mistreatment."

    "Even if there isn¡¯t, we can make it happen." He rubbed his fingers together meaningfully. "Money moves even ghosts to grind grain, doesn¡¯t it?"

    In the drowsy hours of the afternoon, Jiuzhu walked toward Bright Moon Palace, carrying small trinkets she had bought outside the palace.

    The palace was vast and silent. Countless maids and eunuchs stepped aside to bow as she passed, their eyes filled with respect¡­ and fear.

    It reminded her of the maid who had once collapsed under a tree, beaten unconscious by her mistress. A few days ago, she had seen her again, now serving Sun Caiyao¡ªlikely living a better life.

    "Princess Consort Chen." A group of women approached and curtsied.

    "Consort L¨¹, Consort Wei." Jiuzhu recognized them and returned a junior¡¯s greeting. They were the birth mothers of Prince An and Prince Jing. Consort Wei, though plain in appearance, seemed even more overshadowed beside Consort L¨¹.

    "Are you also heading to Bright Moon Palace to pay respects to Her Majesty?" Consort L¨¹ smiled, her resemblance to Prince An faintly visible. "If the Princess Consort doesn¡¯t mind, we could walk together."

    "After you, honored consorts."

    "We dare not." Consort Wei took a step back. "The Princess Consort must go first."

    Prince Chen was the Empress¡¯s son, and though not yet named Crown Prince, his status surpassed that of imperial concubines.

    The princess consort shared her husband¡¯s rank. If they dared walk ahead of Ming Jiuzhu, Bright Moon Palace would surely take offense.

    "Let¡¯s not stand on ceremony¡ªwe can walk side by side." Consort L¨¹ fell into step with Jiuzhu. "Consort Wei has always been rigid in etiquette. The Princess Consort need not mind her."

    Jiuzhu glanced at Consort Wei, who kept her head bowed and shoulders slightly hunched, deliberately remaining half a step behind. No wonder Prince Jing and Princess Consort Jing were both so reserved¡ªthey took after her.

    Was this why Emperor Longfeng had bestowed the title "Jing" (Tranquil) upon the Third Prince?

 Chapter 84

    Jiuzhu quickly noticed that Consort L¨¹ was deliberately trying to ingratiate herself, but her approach was so tactful that it didn¡¯t come across as unpleasant. It reminded Jiuzhu of Princess An¡ªwarm yet measured, leaving one both delighted and at ease.

    What she hadn¡¯t expected was running into Consort Xu, Prince Huai¡¯s birth mother, just as they were nearing Bright Moon Palace.

    Consort Xu looked pale and frail, supported by two palace maids as she walked.

    "Your Highness, why aren¡¯t you using a palanquin?" Consort L¨¹, ever outspoken, asked bluntly. "Walking like this will only exhaust you further."

    "Coming to pay respects to Her Majesty, how could I show up in a palanquin? Wouldn¡¯t that seem insincere?" Consort Xu covered her mouth with a handkerchief, coughing lightly before offering Jiuzhu a slight curtsy.

    Jiuzhu returned the gesture. "Consort Xu, Her Majesty is generous and understanding. Even if you arrived by palanquin, she wouldn¡¯t fault you. But if you collapse from exhaustion on the way, not only would His Majesty and Her Majesty worry, but outsiders might even suspect Her Majesty of mistreating the imperial consorts."

    Consort Xu¡¯s coughing abruptly stopped. The air grew slightly awkward. "The Princess is right. This concubine failed to consider that."

    Consort L¨¹ and Consort Wei remained silent, recalling the dreadful memory of when Jiuzhu had taught them to offer incense to the heavens while copying scriptures.

    Princess Chen was a sharp blade at Empress Su Meidai¡¯s side¡ªprecise and painful when she struck.

    They had feared her even before she married Prince Chen.

    It was just their misfortune that when they were copying scriptures, the Empress, pitying Jiuzhu¡¯s delicate health, hadn¡¯t summoned her to join. Thus, they hadn¡¯t fully grasped the Princess¡¯s way with words.

    Glancing at Consort Xu¡¯s stiff smile, Consort L¨¹ quietly averted her gaze. Life in the palace was long¡ªConsort Xu would come to understand in time.

    "Elder Sister Chunfen, please go to Her Majesty¡¯s palace and ask Aunt Xiangjuan to arrange a palanquin for Consort Xu to take to Bright Moon Palace." Jiuzhu¡¯s heart ached for such a delicate beauty.

    "N-no need¡ª"

    "It¡¯s necessary." Jiuzhu steadied Consort Xu. "Your Highness is too frail to overexert yourself. And don¡¯t worry about Her Majesty scolding you¡ªshe¡¯s the gentlest soul and would never hold such a thing against you."

    Consort Xu: "..."

    Of ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????course she knew Su Meidai wouldn¡¯t mind. But after trudging all the way from Zhaoxiang Palace, only to be carried the rest of the way by a palanquin from Bright Moon Palace, wouldn¡¯t her efforts be wasted? S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Your Highness needn¡¯t be so moved. Her Majesty is truly kind." Jiuzhu smiled, mistaking Consort Xu¡¯s speechlessness for gratitude. "Don¡¯t worry¡ªwhen you return, Her Majesty will arrange a palanquin for you then as well."

    "Indeed, Consort Xu." Seeing an opportunity to curry favor with Princess Chen, Consort L¨¹ chimed in eagerly. "Her Majesty has always been compassionate and gentle. If you insisted on walking, she¡¯d be heartbroken."

    Consort Xu watched as the eunuchs hurried over with the palanquin, realizing refusal was futile. Forcing a smile despite her lingering illness, she said, "Many thanks to Her Majesty and Princess Chen for your consideration."

    Jiuzhu admired Consort Xu¡¯s smile, thinking to herself how lovely a sickly beauty looked when she smiled.

    Lending a hand to such a beauty¡ªtoday was another day of doing good deeds and feeling joyful.

    "Hahaha!" Empress Su, seated on her phoenix throne, clutched her stomach in laughter. "Tell me, when a resilient beauty like Consort Xu meets Jiuzhu, won¡¯t she be so infuriated her ailments vanish?"

    "Your Majesty," Xiangjuan adjusted the Empress¡¯s makeup, "the Princess made it clear it was Your Majesty¡¯s kindness that sent the palanquin."

    "Right, right¡ªit was this Empress¡¯s compassion." Su Meidai nearly laughed herself to tears. "When Consort Xu arrives, I must get a good look at her face¡ªsee if it¡¯s rosier than usual."

    As it turned out, Consort Xu¡¯s complexion was indeed much rosier¡ªthough from anger, not health.

    Delayed by the palanquin from Bright Moon Palace, they arrived after the other consorts. The envious glances shot her way as she stepped out of the palanquin alone were more sour than lemons on a tree.

    What could Consort Xu say? Admit in front of everyone that Princess Chen had forced her into it?

    Who would¡¯ve thought young Ming Jiuzhu had already mastered the art of killing with kindness!

    Noticing Consort Xu¡¯s covert glance, Jiuzhu smiled and nodded.

    She knew the other woman must be thanking her, but such small favors weren¡¯t worth mentioning.

    Meanwhile, in the main hall of Taiyang Palace, officials from the Six Ministries were locked in heated debate over the amnesty decree.

    Some argued for tax relief, others for pardoning prisoners. But beneath the surface, what they truly wanted was an additional imperial examination.

    Every family had sons or nephews studying for the exams¡ªone more round meant one more chance at success.

    Yet precisely because of this, none dared voice it outright.

    Those quarreling knew it; those silent knew it. All hoped someone else would broach the subject.

    "Your Majesty, this humble official believes all the ministers make valid points." Ming Jingzhou stepped forward. "But I propose another form of imperial grace."

    Here it comes.

    The arguing officials fell silent, their gazes urging Ming Jingzhou on. Say it¡ªsay it now.

    "Oh?" Emperor Longfeng looked up. "What suggestion does Minister Ming have?"

    The hall was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

    "This official dares to request Your Majesty open an additional imperial examination to gather talents from across the land." Ming Jingzhou bowed deeply. "More capable officials would only benefit Great Cheng."

    Emperor Longfeng frowned, seemingly displeased. He turned to the others. "What say you, ministers?"

    He addressed those who had been arguing moments ago.

    "Your Majesty, this official believes... Minister Ming¡¯s proposal has merit."

    "This official concurs."

    "Yet earlier you advocated tax relief or prisoner pardons?" The Emperor shook his head. "Though Minister Ming means well, it¡¯s already the second month. Requiring scholars to rush to the capital for an exam would be too taxing. This Emperor deems it unsuitable."

    The officials: "..."

    Unsuitable how?

    If the court truly opened another exam, scholars would crawl to the capital if they had to.

    Decades of grueling study¡ªwasn¡¯t it all to serve the imperial family?

    What was exhaustion compared to that? What scholar would complain about an extra opportunity?

    "Your Majesty, this official thinks¡ª"

    "Enough." Emperor Longfeng cut Ming Jingzhou off. "Minister Ming may propose another idea."

    The Six Ministries officials¡¯ hearts sank. The additional exam seemed hopeless now.

    "Your Majesty, Prince Chen requests an audience."

    The Emperor glanced at the ministers. "Admit him."

    "Your son pays respects to Father Emperor." Prince Chen strode into the hall in his royal robes, eyeing the assembled officials. "Ministers are here as well?"

    The officials thought of those memorials bearing handwriting suspiciously like the Prince¡¯s, their expressions complicated.

    "Your subordinates greet Your Highness."

    "No need for formalities." Noticing the tense atmosphere, Prince Chen asked, "What matters are Father Emperor and the ministers discussing?"

    "You''ve come at the right time. We were just discussing the matter of imperial pardons with the ministers. As the bloodline of both the Empress and myself, what do you think should be granted as an act of mercy?" Emperor Longfeng took a sip of tea, his gaze briefly sweeping over the expressions of the officials before settling on his son with a faint smile.

    "If it''s an act of mercy, it should undoubtedly benefit our Great Cheng the most." Prince Chen pondered for a moment before suggesting, "What if we hold an additional imperial examination, Father?"

    The ministers inwardly sighed in relief, silently cheering for Prince Chen.

    Your Highness, summon your usual stubbornness and stand firm on this proposal. The hopes of scholars across the realm rest upon you.

    "An additional imperial examination?" Emperor Longfeng frowned slightly. "Why this approach? I recall you weren¡¯t particularly fond of studying in your youth."

    "Father, precisely because I know how arduous studying can be, I understand the hardships the officials who passed the imperial examinations endured." Prince Chen bowed respectfully. "In past years, when the examination results were announced, I witnessed scholars¡ªmen of unyielding spirit¡ªeither weep in despair or cry for joy. Their emotions were deeply complex."

    The civil officials exchanged glances: So Prince Chen considers scholars unyielding in spirit?

    Though His Highness can be arrogant and domineering at times, his judgment isn¡¯t entirely off the mark.

    "By holding an additional examination, we grant them another opportunity to showcase their talents," Prince Chen continued. "After all, I could never endure the same relentless dedication to study as they have."

    The civil officials suddenly found Prince Chen¡¯s honesty rather endearing.

    "I assumed your dislike for studying stemmed from disdain for scholars, not because you found it difficult." Emperor Longfeng¡¯s voice turned stern. "Look at these officials around you¡ªeach endured years of hardship, mastering the classics. How dare you stand before them and declare studying to be grueling and exhausting?!"

    "Your Majesty, please calm your anger!" A minister stepped forward. "His Highness is young and impulsive, but his heart is upright, and he speaks his mind. Even if he has minor flaws, they do not overshadow his virtues."

    This very minister had once impeached Prince Chen for spending a fortune on cricket fights and rooster battles just half a year ago. Now, he was praising him as "flawless despite minor imperfections."

    "Your Majesty, though His Highness may not love studying, his words and conduct surpass those of many others. Please do not judge him too harshly."

    "Your Majesty, Prince Chen donated thousands of taels of silver to Hongwen Academy. Such sincerity moves us deeply."

    "Enough." Under the collective persuasion of the ministers, Emperor Longfeng suppressed his anger. "For the sake of these officials, I shall let this pass today."

    "Father, does this mean you agree to hold an additional examination?"

    "What does the examination have to do with me sparing you?" Emperor Longfeng laughed in exasperation. "You, who never took your studies seriously, have the audacity to propose an imperial examination?"

    "Fine, I¡¯ll agree." The Emperor, unable to outright refuse his son, set an impossible condition. "If you can memorize the entire Agricultural Chronicles within five days, I will grant your request."

    The book was as thick as a brick, filled with agricultural knowledge.

    The civil officials despaired¡ªthe Emperor clearly had no intention of approving this, hence the unreasonable demand.

    "Very well." Prince Chen bowed. "With these ministers as witnesses, I shall recite the entire Agricultural Chronicles in five days."

    The officials discreetly patted their sleeves, wondering if they could devise any memorization tricks to help Prince Chen.

    "Enough, all of you may leave." Emperor Longfeng waved dismissively. "In five days, I shall summon these ministers to witness your recitation."

    As the officials from the Six Ministries and Prince Chen exited Taiyang Palace, the ministers no longer regarded him as just a prince¡ªhe was now the hope of every young scholar in Great Cheng.

    "Aunt Xiangjuan." Jiuzhu spotted Prince Chen surrounded by officials whose gazes burned with fervor. Worried, she asked, "What do these ministers intend to do with His Highness?"

    Lifting her skirts, she hurried toward him.

    As she drew closer, she overheard one minister say, "Your Highness, this old servant has a family recipe for enhancing memory and sharpening the mind. Would you care to try it?"

 Chapter 85

    Jiuzhu''s footsteps came to an abrupt halt. Brain-boosting tonic?

    When the sound of approaching footsteps reached him, Prince Chen''s first thought was that it must be Jiuzhu. He turned his head and immediately broke into a smile. "I knew it was you." He glanced at Xiangjuan trailing behind Jiuzhu. "Coming from Empress Su''s place?"

    "Her Majesty said Bright Moon Palace is crowded and noisy right now, and she worried I might feel stifled, so she told me to take a stroll," Jiuzhu replied. She suspected Empress Su had simply made an excuse to send her away, fearing she might pick up the roundabout and overly subtle ways the imperial consorts spoke.

    "Your Highness." The other officials bowed in greeting upon seeing Jiuzhu.

    "I didn''t mean to disturb you, gentlemen. Please forgive the intrusion." Jiuzhu returned the courtesy with a slight bow, then winked at Ming Jingzhou. "Father, since you''re discussing official matters, I''ll take my leave."

    "There''s no need for you to leave, Your Highness. We''re merely exchanging casual words, not deliberating state affairs," one official interjected. "However, His Highness Prince Chen may have a busy time ahead. Please take good care of him."

    "Oh?" Jiuzhu looked questioningly at Prince Chen before turning to Ming Jingzhou. "Father, what''s happened?"

    "His Majesty has promised that if His Highness can recite The Records of Agriculture and Sericulture within five days, he will permit an additional imperial examination session," Ming Jingzhou replied after a pause. "While you''re in the palace, make sure to prepare him some fish head soup for nourishment."

    Jiuzhu couldn''t help but remark, "Perhaps His Majesty never intended to approve the additional examination in the first place."

    The officials exchanged glances.

    What a coincidence¡ªthey harbored the same suspicion.

    "Father, I once read that fish have a memory span of only a few seconds," Jiuzhu mused. "Are you certain fish head soup can boost one''s intellect?"

    "Pigeon soup would be better. Pigeons can find their way home across thousands of miles, proving their excellent memory," another official suggested. "Add some wolfberries and ginseng¡ªnourishing for the body, invigorating qi, and sharpening the mind. That¡¯s the way to go."

    "Gentlemen, perhaps His Highness should return to his studies now?" Ming Jingzhou interjected, worried they might drag Jiuzhu into a prolonged debate on pigeon soup preparation. "If you''re concerned, I can spend the next few days explaining the text to His Highness."

    "We appreciate your assistance, Lord Ming." They turned to Prince Chen. "Your Highness, you should return to Kirin Palace as well."

    Go back and memorize that book!

    "Farewell." Prince Chen took Jiuzhu''s hand and led her away. Ming Jingzhou did not follow, instead clasping his hands in farewell. "I shall take my leave as well."

    The officials huddled together, whispering. "Do you think this is all an act between His Majesty and Prince Chen?"

    "I suspected the same, until His Majesty demanded Prince Chen recite The Records of Agriculture and Sericulture in five days. Then I knew it wasn''t staged."

    "How so?"

    "That''s Prince Chen we''re talking about¡ªthe one who never cared for studying. I once tutored the imperial princes, and even the Thousand-Character Classic was too much effort for him." The official flicked his sleeve. "Besides, given how much His Majesty favors Prince Chen, why would he need to put on a show for us? What purpose would it serve?"

    "A fair point." They nodded, then frowned deeper. "But that makes this situation even more troublesome."

    "How so?"

    "If Prince Chen couldn''t be bothered with the Thousand-Character Classic, how will he memorize The Records of Agriculture and Sericulture?"

    "Let''s be honest¡ªcould any of you do it?"

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu tugged at Prince Chen''s sleeve, glancing around to ensure the officials were out of earshot before whispering, "Are you really going to memorize The Records of Agriculture and Sericulture?"

    "A gentleman''s word is worth a thousand pieces of gold. I made a promise before all those officials¡ªof course I''ll keep it." Prince Chen looked utterly at ease, as though the task of memorization was the furthest thing from his mind. "Shall we dine with Her Majesty this evening?"

    "But... what if... you can''t memorize it?" Jiuzhu asked in the tiniest voice.

    "Tsk." Prince Chen poked her forehead with a finger. "So little faith in your husband?"

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu rubbed her forehead. "You''ve been poking my forehead a lot lately."

    "Did it hurt?" He pulled her hand away and grinned. "Look at this forehead¡ªsmooth, round, and flawless. Quite lovely, really."

    With that, he cupped her face, bent down, and planted a soft kiss where he had just poked her. Nodding in satisfaction, he added, "So fragrant and soft. Truly, an excellent forehead."

    "Your Highness, my master used the same tone when picking out melons," Jiuzhu huffed, lifting her skirts and striding ahead.

    "Wait, don''t go." Prince Chen wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. "What melon could compare to this adorable little head of yours?"

    "Hmph!" Jiuzhu turned her face away.

    "Little Pig Ming, I can''t help but notice..." Prince Chen tilted his head. "Since we married, you''ve become much less gentle with me."

    "Have I?" Jiuzhu denied it outright. "No such thing."

    "Ah, the fate of men¡ªadmired like a flower before marriage, treated like spoiled tofu afterward." He sighed dramatically. "Not only am I spoiled tofu in my wife''s eyes, but she even doubts my¡ªmmph!"

    Jiuzhu clapped a hand over his mouth. "Your Highness, Xiangjuan is right here. Behave."

    "Pay no mind to this servant, Your Highnesses." Xiangjuan covered her eyes, laughing. "I neither see nor hear a thing."

    "In five days, you''ll witness just how brilliant your husband truly is." Prince Chen peeled Jiuzhu''s hand away and kissed her palm. "Now, let''s go dine with Her Majesty."

    As Prince Chen strode ahead, Jiuzhu hurried after him. But before she could take two steps, he spun around, swept her off her feet, and carried her onward.

    "Only when my wife is tucked safely in my arms can I eat with peace of mind," he murmured, chuckling as palace maids and eunuchs averted their eyes, not daring to watch the royal couple''s affectionate display.

    Xiangjuan ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????and Chunfen exchanged a glance, both smiling.

    Meanwhile, the imperial consorts filed out of Bright Moon Palace after paying their respects to Empress Su.

    "Who dares to laugh and play so boisterously outside Bright Moon Palace?" Consort Zhang, mother of Princess Roude, frowned¡ªonly for her expression to smooth over instantly, so quickly that her features nearly twisted in the process.

    "Prince Chen and his wife seem quite happy together," Consort L¨¹ remarked, eyeing Consort Zhang. "Don''t you agree?"

    "Y-yes, of course." Consort Zhang cursed her own quick tongue. While others wouldn''t dare make noise near Bright Moon Palace, Prince Chen was Empress Su''s son¡ªnaturally, the rules didn''t apply to him.

    She watched as the affectionate couple walked hand in hand into the palace. Jiuzhu said something that made Prince Chen cup her face and give her cheeks a playful squeeze, provoking her into chasing after him.

    The chief maid of Bright Moon Palace trailed behind them, watching their antics not with disapproval, but with a serene smile.

    It seemed Empress Su was thoroughly pleased with her daughter-in-law.

    Consort Zhang''s mood soured as she recalled how her daughter had gone to the Ming family to plead for her son-in-law''s family, only to be gently rebuffed by Jiuzhu.

    Her daughter still couldn''t return to her princess manor, and her son-in-law''s family remained under strict surveillance by the imperial guards for their alleged involvement in the assassination attempt on the Fourth Prince.

    For a royal princess to lower herself and beg a minister''s daughter for help¡ªwhat a farce.

    If it weren''t for the backing of Empress Su and Prince Chen, what would Ming Jiuzhu amount to?

    At that very moment, she noticed Jiuzhu suddenly lifting her head, staring directly at her. Under the gaze of those clear, black-and-white eyes, Consort Zhang felt a pang of guilt and took a step back.

    What¡¯s wrong with this Jiuzhu? Her stare is downright eerie.

    "What are you looking at?" Prince Chen, seeing that Jiuzhu had stopped chasing him, turned back.

    "Got you!" The moment he drew near, Jiuzhu grabbed his sleeve, grinning. "Your Highness, doesn¡¯t this count as ''luring the enemy into a trap''?"

    "This is more like ''Jiang Taigong fishing¡ªthe willing takes the bait.''" Prince Chen sighed. "Your hook had no bait, yet this prince still bit."

    He glanced at the consorts standing on the steps and clicked his tongue. "Were you looking at them?"

    "Yes." Jiuzhu released his sleeve and smoothed out the wrinkles. "One of the consorts was looking at me strangely."

    "Pay them no mind." Prince Chen took her hand and led her forward.

    "Your Highness, Prince Chen." The consorts parted, clearing the steps for him.

    "Hmm." Prince Chen gave a slight nod, his gaze sweeping over Consort Zhang. Was she the one Little Pig Ming had been staring at? sea??h th§× NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Consort Zhang shrank under his scrutiny, lowering her head further.

    Prince Chen had humiliated her daughter at the banquet¡ªhe could just as easily deny her dignity here.

    Fortunately, he merely glanced at her indifferently and said nothing, escorting the Princess Consort into the main hall of Bright Moon Palace.

    "Your Ladyships, take care." Xiangjuan stood at the foot of the steps, curtsying. "This humble maid bids you farewell."

    The consorts snapped out of their daze, hurriedly plastering on smiles as they scurried away.

    "Consort Zhang." Xiangjuan called out to her.

    Consort Zhang stiffened, turning back with a strained smile. "Aunt Xiangjuan, is there something else?"

    "You dropped your sachet." Xiangjuan picked it up and presented it to her with both hands. "Do be more careful next time."

    "Thank you." Consort Zhang snatched the sachet and fled.

    Xiangjuan watched her flustered retreat before returning to the side hall. From her sleeve, she produced an identical sachet, snipped it open with scissors, and fanned the contents lightly. Catching the medicinal scent, her expression darkened. "This sachet is indeed tainted."

    "Secure the sachet and its contents. I must report to Her Majesty." She strode into the main hall, finding only the prince and princess inside, and spoke plainly. "Your Majesty, Consort Zhang¡¯s sachet is suspicious."

    Empress Su, who had been chatting with Jiuzhu, let her smile fade slightly. "Explain."

    "Thanks to the Princess Consort¡¯s alertness, this servant noticed something amiss."

    "Me?" Jiuzhu blinked. "When did I say anything?"

    "Do you recall what you mentioned when this servant accompanied you out earlier?"

    Jiuzhu thought for a moment. "I said... there was a strange smell, like datura."

    "Exactly¡ªdatura." Xiangjuan nodded. "Upon cutting open Consort Zhang¡¯s sachet, I found not only datura but other unidentified substances. Unfortunately, my knowledge of medicine is lacking, so I cannot identify them all."

    ¡°Consort Zhang¡¯s sachet was issued by the Palace Administration Bureau, identical in fabric and design to those distributed to all consorts. Even if swapped, it would be nearly impossible to detect.¡± Empress Su arched a brow. ¡°Report this to His Majesty, summon a physician skilled in pharmacology, and¡ª¡±

    "Bring Consort Zhang back as well." She took a sip of tea. "This palace suspects she possesses more than just one poisoned sachet."

    Jiuzhu frowned. "Why would someone target Consort Zhang?"

    "They¡¯re not targeting her¡ªthey¡¯re targeting you." Empress Su met her gaze. "Consort Zhang is petty and fiercely protective of her child. Since you offended Princess Roude, it was only a matter of time before she clashed with you."

    "These drugs are lethal. If she died mysteriously after a confrontation with you, the prime suspect would be you." Empress Su¡¯s eyes turned cold. "If this scheme succeeded, not only would we face trouble, but Fourth Prince would also be implicated."

    "Because my father exposed the crimes of Fourth Prince¡¯s birth mother and the Zheng family?" Jiuzhu gasped in realization. "So they¡¯d assume Fourth Prince orchestrated this for revenge?"

    "My, these people are truly vile."

    Prince Chen turned to her, impressed. To unravel the entire plot so swiftly and even deduce the underlying motives¡ªthis little one had a sharp mind.

    "Mother Empress." Jiuzhu perked up. "I think we should invite not only Consort Zhang but also Fourth Prince. The more, the merrier."

    Ah, "the more, the merrier"¡ªforcing Fourth Prince to prove his innocence.

    "Little Pig Ming, who knew you had such mischief in you?" Prince Chen pinched her soft cheek. "But this prince approves."

    "Your Highness, I merely wish to ensure no other prince accuses Her Majesty of partiality," Jiuzhu said solemnly. "As the biological mother of all princes, is it not a mother¡¯s duty to uphold justice for her children?"

    "Absolutely. Jiuzhu speaks wisely." Empress Su smiled. "Summon Consort Zhang and Fourth Prince at once."

    "Consort Zhang, please halt." Midway, a eunuch from Bright Moon Palace intercepted her. "Her Majesty commands your immediate return."

    The consorts accompanying her recoiled, desperate to avoid being dragged back as well.

    "Eunuch, may I ask why Her Majesty recalls me?" Consort Zhang¡¯s smile had long vanished.

    "This servant does not know. You shall learn upon arrival."

    Consort Zhang nearly wept. The last person Empress Su summoned privately was Zheng Lanyin¡ªnow grass grew upon her grave.

    Her legs trembled. "This consort... obeys at once."

    Glancing back at her so-called sisters, she found each keeping a safe distance, terrified of association.

    Pfah! Bonds of affection and loyalty? All lies.

    Even more bewildered was Yun Yanze. Empress Su, long favored in the harem, rarely summoned princes or princesses to Bright Moon Palace, maintaining a polite distance. Why dispatch her chief eunuch for him today?

    "Your Highness." Sun Caiyao spoke up. "I¡¯ll accompany you."

    With Empress Su being a woman, it was improper for him to go alone.

    The chief eunuch did not object, bowing as he gestured. "Fourth Prince, Fourth Princess Consort, please follow this servant."

    As the couple reached the main hall¡¯s entrance, a shrill voice pierced through.

    "Your Majesty, this has nothing to do with this consort! This consort knows nothing!"

    Sun Caiyao¡¯s face paled. Something had gone terribly wrong.

 Chapter 86

    "Your Majesty, this concubine truly did not know there were such unspeakable things in this sachet. Had I known, even with a hundred times the courage, I would never have dared bring it to Bright Moon Palace."

    Consort Zhang''s knees had already weakened the moment she entered and saw both His Majesty and the Empress present. When the imperial physician confirmed the sachet contained poison, she collapsed to the floor in terror, her mind racing¡ªwho had framed her? Would her life even be spared?

    Heavens, send down a snowfall to prove how wronged I am!

    But the heavens showed no intention of obliging her¡ªnot a single snowflake fell, nor even a gust of wind.

    "This... this ''drunken flower,'' this concubine doesn¡¯t even know what it looks like, let alone whether it¡¯s poisonous." Consort Zhang wept pitifully. "I beg Your Majesty and Her Majesty the Empress to see the truth¡ªthis concubine harbors no intention of harming the Empress!"

    "Enough." Emperor Longfeng rubbed his temples, irritated by her wailing. "The Empress hasn¡¯t even spoken yet. Why are you in such a hurry?"

    "This ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????concubine dares not, this concubine is wronged." Consort Zhang sniffled softly, though she no longer dared to wail loudly.

    "Little Pig, see that?" Prince Chen whispered in Jiuzhu¡¯s ear. "This is one of the three tactics favored by both concubines and court officials¡ªthe weeping method."

    "What are the other two?"

    "The clamoring method and the suicide method. Sometimes, to achieve their goals, people combine all three."

    Jiuzhu glanced at Emperor Longfeng with deep sympathy. "His Majesty truly has it hard."

    With such people in both court and harem, what a life of suffering he must lead.

    "Stop staring like that," Prince Chen muttered. "If you keep looking, half the memorials on His Majesty¡¯s desk will end up on mine."

    Jiuzhu quickly averted her gaze. The prince was still young¡ªhe shouldn¡¯t suffer like His Majesty.

    "Your Majesty, Her Majesty, the Fourth Prince and the Fourth Princess Consort have arrived."

    Emperor Longfeng hadn¡¯t seen this son of his since New Year¡¯s Eve. Silently, he ran his fingers over the teacup in his hand.

    "Your Majesty," Empress Su smiled. "No matter what happens, blood ties cannot be severed. Let bygones be bygones." Sear?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "All these years, you¡¯ve suffered." Emperor Longfeng didn¡¯t wish to wear a stern expression in front of Empress Su. He took her hand. "But what does blood matter? Before the temptation of the throne, everything becomes insignificant."

    "Father, that¡¯s not entirely true," Prince Chen interjected, leaning in. "Your son has never coveted your position."

    "Silence!" Emperor Longfeng grew even angrier. The fact that he didn¡¯t covet it was more infuriating than if he did.

    Prince Chen quietly returned to Jiuzhu¡¯s side. She patted his arm comfortingly. "Don¡¯t be upset, Your Highness. Even Sixth Brother gets scolded by Uncle often at home, but Uncle cares deeply for him."

    "Ah," Prince Chen feigned sorrow. "It¡¯s my fault for not doing well enough."

    "Your Highness has done more than enough."

    Empress Su shot a glance at her son, who was playing pitiful in front of Jiuzhu, and cleared her throat as a warning to rein it in. "Summon the Fourth Prince and his consort inside."

    "Xiangjuan, help Consort Zhang up. Let her speak slowly while seated."

    Yun Yanze entered the hall and performed a full ceremonial bow. "This son greets Father Emperor and Mother Empress."

    "Rise, both of you. Be seated." Empress Su smiled at the couple when Emperor Longfeng remained silent. After they sat, she exchanged a few pleasantries.

    Yun Yanze answered each question flawlessly, his responses impeccable.

    Empress Su had no intention of performing motherly affection in front of Emperor Longfeng. Once the formalities were over, she cut to the chase. "We summoned you today because the sachet Consort Zhang brought into Bright Moon Palace contained drunken flower and substances that induce madness."

    Yun Yanze paled but maintained his composure. "This son knows nothing of this matter."

    "Precisely because you don¡¯t know, we called you here." Empress Su gestured, and the imperial physician presented the poisoned sachet on a tray. "Take a look, Fourth Prince."

    The drunken flower was beautiful in full bloom, but dried, it resembled shriveled leaves, devoid of any charm.

    At the word "poison," Sun Caiyao instinctively looked at Ming Jiuzhu.

    Noticing the odd stare, Jiuzhu met her gaze. "Fourth Sister-in-law, is something the matter?"

    "Nothing," Sun Caiyao averted her eyes hastily. "Nothing at all."

    "Your Highness, the drunken flower repels insects, but its stems and leaves are poisonous. Ingesting too much can be fatal. However, these dried petals alone aren¡¯t highly toxic¡ªbut when mixed with this powder and worn daily, they can drive the wearer to madness within a month."

    Consort Zhang, hearing the physician¡¯s words, slowly regained her composure. "Someone... wanted to harm me?"

    "Don¡¯t panic yet. I¡¯ve already ordered a search of your quarters. Anything suspicious will be confiscated." Empress Su soothed her. "Tonight, you¡¯ll stay in Bright Moon Palace¡¯s side chamber."

    "Many thanks for Her Majesty¡¯s mercy!" Consort Zhang finally understood¡ªthe Empress had summoned her to protect her life.

    "Bright Moon Palace has never housed other consorts. Let her stay in Breeze Pavilion instead. If you¡¯re uneasy, assign more guards." Emperor Longfeng, who had remained silent until now, spoke up. "We cannot break precedent for her."

    Consort Zhang: "..."

    Very well. She understood¡ªshe wasn¡¯t worthy!

    "That works too." Empress Su shot Emperor Longfeng a reproachful look before turning back to Consort Zhang. "Breeze Pavilion has no other residents. You¡¯ll take the main chamber¡ªbetter than squeezing into my side room."

    Given the choice, who wouldn¡¯t prefer Bright Moon Palace¡¯s side chamber?

    "Thank you, Your Majesty." Consort Zhang dared not protest.

    Soon, the men sent to search Consort Zhang¡¯s quarters returned.

    "Reporting to Your Majesty and Her Majesty, we found two vermilion-painted long-necked vials, a box of incense containing drunken flower powder, and... and..." The lead eunuch hesitated, stealing glances at Jiuzhu.

    "And what?" Empress Su¡¯s expression darkened.

    "And a cursed doll bearing the birth characters of Princess Consort Chen." The eunuch kowtowed. "This servant begs Your Majesties and Their Highnesses for mercy."

    Throughout history, the imperial family abhorred witchcraft. Finding the doll beneath Consort Zhang¡¯s bedding had nearly made them collapse in fear.

    "Consort Zhang?!" Empress Su¡¯s fury was unmistakable.

    "Your Majesty, this concubine knows nothing of this!" Consort Zhang shook her head frantically. "I¡¯ve never believed in such things!"

    "Wait." Jiuzhu spoke up. "Where is this doll? Bring it to me."

    "Princess Consort, such a vile object¡ª"

    "Bring it to her," Prince Chen cut in coldly. "With Father Emperor here, what evil dares approach?"

    A eunuch entered with a tray covered by red cloth, a small lump visible beneath it.

    Jiuzhu lifted the cloth and examined the doll, then laughed. "This isn¡¯t a cursed doll¡ªit¡¯s just a cloth doll. Where exactly in Consort Zhang¡¯s quarters was it found?"

    "Replying to the Princess Consort, beneath the bedding Consort Zhang slept under."

    "If this were truly a voodoo doll, who would dare hide it beneath their bedding?" Jiuzhu picked up the silver needles pinned into the doll and poked at the fabric a few times, where her own birth characters were written. "A proper voodoo doll should be woven from straw, tied with red thread inscribed with the target''s name and birth details¡ªpreferably even their hometown. That¡¯s the most basic method. This cloth doll is completely useless."

    The doll was soft and oddly satisfying to poke.

    Prince Chen, who had been lounging with one leg crossed over the other, quietly lowered it as he watched Jiuzhu gleefully stab the doll.

    "Also, these silver needles are all wrong. For a proper curse, gold needles should be used¡ªthey¡¯re far more effective at sealing fate and severing breath." Jiuzhu shook the doll a couple of times before tossing it onto a tray. "Most importantly, witchcraft is pure nonsense. If a mere doll could eliminate all one¡¯s enemies, what kind of order would our Great Cheng have left?"

    When she finished, she noticed everyone staring at her in silence. "What¡¯s wrong?" she asked, puzzled.

    Ahem. Prince Chen glanced at the doll Jiuzhu had just been poking. "How do you know so much about making voodoo dolls?"

    "What¡¯s the big deal?" Jiuzhu plucked out the remaining needles and neatly lined them up. "Both of my masters were practitioners of the mystic arts. They told me plenty of folk legends."

    "Those with righteous hearts are impervious to evil. Even if ghosts and demons existed, they¡¯d retreat at the sight of soldiers and constables."

    Consort Zhang, who had been wailing about her innocence, fell silent, her tear-streaked face drying in the breeze.

    Even Yun Yanze and his wife stood frozen, their expressions a mix of shock and bewilderment¡ªespecially when they saw Ming Jiuzhu casually stabbing the doll bearing her own birth details.

    What kind of person would dare do such a thing?

    Did she have no sense of taboo at all?

    Sun Caiyao swallowed hard, her gaze toward Jiuzhu now tinged with awe.

    "Jiuzhu," Empress Su finally managed, her voice strained, "are you saying Consort Zhang was framed?"

    "Yes." Jiuzhu nodded. "Consort Zhang isn¡¯t foolish enough to hide a voodoo doll in such an obvious place, just waiting to be caught."

    Given Empress Su¡¯s favored status in the palace, if Consort Zhang had truly hidden a cursed doll in her bedding, she¡¯d have been reported by the palace maids before the next sunrise.

    Consort Zhang stared at Jiuzhu with gratitude, all her earlier resentment about her daughter¡¯s lack of support vanishing. Now, all she could think was how astute and fair-minded the Princess Consort of Prince Chen was¡ªa woman who wouldn¡¯t wrong an innocent person.

    "Cinnabar is highly toxic. Prolonged exposure can drive a person to madness," the imperial physician said, eyeing Consort Zhang. Whoever she had offended clearly wanted her to lose her mind.

    "Thank you, Physician." Empress Su nodded. "You may retire to the side hall for now."

    "Your servant takes his leave." The physician understood¡ªwhat came next was not for his ears.

    Once he was gone, Prince Chen lazily turned to Yun Yanze. "Fourth Brother, have you figured out this little play yet?"

    "This is a scheme targeting both me and Fifth Sister-in-law," Yun Yanze said, glancing at Jiuzhu. "Someone used Consort Zhang to pit me against her."

    The entire court knew of his feud with the Ming family. If someone framed Jiuzhu using Consort Zhang, suspicion would naturally fall on him first.

    "Wrong. The Princess Consort and I are one, so this is a plot against both of us¡ªand you." Prince Chen emphasized the word both with a sharp smile. "Don¡¯t misphrase it, Fourth Brother."

    Yun Yanze chuckled. "You¡¯re right, Fifth Brother."

    Sun Caiyao added, "Fifth Brother is correct. This was aimed at us and you."

    Her husband and Ming Jiuzhu had no connection¡ªthey shouldn¡¯t even be mentioned together.

    Yun Yanze glanced at her, his smile gentle.

    Consort Zhang sat silently, not daring to speak. If this was a conspiracy against two imperial princes, why drag her into it?

    Was she just a mindless pawn, disposable at will?

    Did she not deserve dignity?

    This was beyond insulting!

 Chapter 87

    Yun Yanze understood well¡ªthe intricate schemes and conspiracies within the imperial harem often meant that even if a "culprit" was identified, they might not be the true mastermind behind the scenes.

    Empress Su knew it, and even Yun Duqing likely knew it too.

    Now that Empress Su had summoned him here, she was making her stance clear: she did not suspect him, but she also expected him to show his sincerity.

    "The mastermind behind this is ruthless, disturbing the peace of the harem¡ªa crime that cannot be forgiven. This son humbly requests Your Majesties'' permission to investigate this matter thoroughly." He rose and bowed deeply. "I beg Your Majesties to grant me this duty."

    "Such unpleasant matters should not trouble you," Empress Su said with a smile. "Let the Palace Administration or the Imperial Guards handle it."

    Affairs of the inner palace were rarely handed over to court officials unless the situation became too disgraceful to ignore.

    "To share Your Majesties'' burdens is this son''s honor."

    "Then we entrust this matter to you," Emperor Longfeng declared. "The Empress is weary. All of you may withdraw."

    The "all of you" in his words seemed to exclude Prince Chen and his consort.

    Sun Caiyao stood. "This daughter-in-law takes her leave."

    At the doorway, she glanced back at Ming Jiuzhu, who was idly toying with a doll on a tray, her indifferent expression sending a chill down Sun Caiyao''s spine.

    "Caiyao, mind the steps." Yun Yanze steadied her arm. "Watch your footing¡ªdon''t trip."

    "Thank you, Your Highness." Sun Caiyao snapped out of her thoughts and gave him a sweet smile.

    "Some people have nothing but a pretty face," Consort Zhang sneered, unafraid to mock Yun Yanze though she dared not offend Prince Chen. "Someone gets grazed by an assassin''s blade¡ªlighter than a cat''s scratch. Yet after all this time, the assassin remains at large, while other imperial children suffer the consequences."

    "Could it be..." She smirked. "The thief cries ''stop thief''?"

    Sun Caiyao nearly retorted, but Yun Yanze pressed her hand, silencing her.

    "Consort Zhang," Yun Yanze countered with a faint smile. "I was attacked at the residence of Princess Roude''s imperial son-in-law¡ªa man who traded official positions for bribes and harbored assassins. Such audacity¡ªwho do you think emboldened him?"

    "The imperial son-in-law? The princess? Or perhaps a certain consort in the palace?"

    "Who emboldened him, this consort wouldn''t know. But if the Fourth Prince suspects someone, he ought to present evidence first." Had Yun Yanze still held his former rank, these words alone would have cowed Consort Zhang into silence.

    But times had changed. Well-versed in the harem''s habit of bullying the weak, Consort Zhang shot back, "This consort suspects that the one framing me might be a certain grudge-holding prince."

    Yun Yanze''s misfortunes seemed to begin after the assassination attempt.

    When examined closely, the one with the most reason to resent her and Prince Chen''s consort was indeed Yun Yanze.

    "Who knows if someone volunteering to investigate the mastermind truly seeks justice¡ªor to cover their own tracks?"

    "Consort Zhang, you may eat carelessly, but you must not speak carelessly," Sun Caiyao snapped, unable to hold back. "If you harbor suspicions, take them to Their Majesties. There''s no need for veiled insults here."

    "How dare you! This consort may not hold the highest rank, but I am still a palace mistress¡ªyour elder. As a daughter of the Sun family, do you not know the rules of respecting your superiors?" Consort Zhang glared. "If your mother-in-law failed to teach you, this consort would be glad to."

    Sun Caiyao paled, taking a deep breath. "Consort Zhang''s reprimand is justified."

    With Yun Yanze currently out of favor, she had to swallow her anger to avoid causing him further trouble.

    "Consort Zhang."

    The haughty expression on Consort Zhang''s face melted into obsequiousness the moment she heard Ming Jiuzhu''s voice. She turned with an ingratiating smile. "What does the Princess Consort require?"

    "Nothing much." Jiuzhu approached and handed her a wooden box. "Her Majesty said you suffered a fright today. Fine jade nurtures the spirit¡ªthese bracelets are for you."

    "My deepest gratitude to Her Majesty and the Princess Consort." Consort Zhang accepted the box without even opening it, bowing in thanks.

    "No need for thanks." Jiuzhu gave a slight nod, then turned to Yun Yanze and Sun Caiyao. "Fourth Brother, Fourth Sister-in-law, let me escort you out."

    Sun Caiyao stared at Ming Jiuzhu. Had she overheard Consort Zhang''s words and stepped in to help them?

    Consort Zhang glanced between Jiuzhu and the couple, then excused herself and scurried away faster than a startled cat.

    "Fourth Brother, Fourth Sister-in-law, this way." Jiuzhu led the way, while Sun Caiyao followed in silence. On impulse, she glanced at Yun Yanze.

    What was he thinking as he watched Ming Jiuzhu''s retreating figure?

    In her dreams, she had seen a version of Yun Yanze who once cared for Ming Jiuzhu¡ªthe joy on his face during that wedding had been unmistakable.

    But Jiuzhu''s face had been hidden behind a ceremonial fan, leaving Sun Caiyao unsure whether she had been happy or sorrowful.

    Compared to the grand wedding Prince Chen had prepared for her, the one in her dreams paled in comparison.

    At the gates of Bright Moon Palace, Yun Yanze stopped. "Thank you for seeing us out, Sister-in-law. There''s no need to go further."

    Jiuzhu halted and turned. "Safe travels, Brother and Sister-in-law."

    Yun Yanze met her gaze, bowed gracefully, and departed.

    Jiuzhu watched them leave, her expression unreadable.

    "I knew you came out to rescue them," Prince Chen said, taking her hand in his without sparing a glance at Yun Yanze''s retreating figure. "Come, let''s return for dinner."

    After their meal, Jiuzhu declined the palanquin, and the two strolled side by side along the palace path.

    "Your Highness, are all people in the palace like this?"

    "You mean Consort Zhang?" Prince Chen chuckled. "The palace is never short of those who fawn on the powerful and bully the weak. Petty villains like her are the least concerning. The truly dangerous ones are those who seem harmless¡ªvenomous snakes in disguise."

    "This isn''t just the imperial palace¡ªit''s the pinnacle of power in the Great Cheng Dynasty." He held Jiuzhu''s hand as they walked. "In the late years of the previous emperor, consorts schemed ruthlessly to secure the throne for their sons. Countless innocents were caught in the crossfire¡ªsome died, others were maimed, and the worst saw their entire clans slaughtered, rivers of blood flowing in their wake."

    A cold wind blew, and Jiuzhu edged closer to him.

    "Uncles and elders who once smiled kindly turned into twisted monsters in the struggle for power, losing all sense of morality and reason." Prince Chen sighed. "That''s why I''ve always kept my distance from the throne."

    "Sixteen years ago, I had a dog. It followed me everywhere, wagging its tail. One day, I accidentally dropped a piece of pastry, and the dog ate it..."

    "What happened then?"

    "It died." Prince Chen still remembered¡ªit was a small white dog with stubby legs, tumbling like a ball of fluff when it ran.

    "The pastry... was poisoned?" Jiuzhu''s eyes widened.

    "Yes, poisoned." Prince Chen laughed bitterly. "Since then, I''ve always had someone else taste my food before I eat it."

    Suddenly, Ming Jiuzhu realized that the mint candies and snacks she had shared with Prince Chen had never been tasted by anyone else.

    "You''re not just ''anyone.'' Why would I hesitate to eat what you bring me?" Prince Chen could tell what she was thinking just by her expression. "Besides, haven¡¯t you always eaten more of the snacks you carry than I have?"

    "What if I secretly planned to take you down with me? Wouldn¡¯t you be fooled then?" Jiuzhu chuckled softly. "Your Highness, your guard is still too low."

    "That¡¯s not low guard¡ªthat¡¯s confidence." Prince Chen raised an eyebrow. "Confidence in my judgment, and in the fact that you would never harm me."

    Jiuzhu burst into laughter, and the two of them looked up at the moon hanging in the sky.

    "Your Highness, it¡¯s almost the season for peach blossoms to bloom."

    "Mhm."

    "So when are we going to paint together?"

    "..."

    "Your ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Highness, why aren¡¯t you saying anything?"

    "Oh, I was just thinking about which scenery would be the most beautiful to capture in a painting."

    The sudden relocation of Consort Zhang¡¯s palace sparked curiosity among the other concubines. Since Emperor Longfeng¡¯s ascension, Consort Zhang had resided in that very palace¡ªwhy move her now?

    Some concubines sent servants to investigate, only for Consort Zhang¡¯s attendants to mysteriously reply, "This was ordered by His Majesty and Empress Su."

    Breeze Pavilion did have better scenery, but Consort Zhang¡¯s disagreeable personality and her daughter, who had once offended Prince Chen, made it puzzling why the Empress would arrange this for her.

    Shouldn¡¯t they be more favored than Consort Zhang?

    "My lady, Bright Moon Palace suddenly moved Consort Zhang¡ªhave they already discovered the problem with her?"

    "Since when did Su Meidai become so sharp? Our plan has barely begun, and she¡¯s already seen through it."

    "What should we do now?"

    "What can we do? We wait. Right now, she not only has the Emperor¡¯s backing but also the Ming family standing with her."

    "The Ming family?"

    "At the New Year¡¯s banquet, Ming Jinghai and Ming Jingzhou worked in tandem to crush Yun Yanze¡¯s faction completely. Do you think they did that for no reason?"

    "To pave the way for Prince Chen?" S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "What else could it be? They left Yun Yanze no room to maneuver. This means they¡¯ve taken a stand against him¡ªas long as the Ming family remains unshaken, they will never allow Yun Yanze to ascend the throne."

    "But rumors have always claimed the Ming family dislikes Prince Chen. Why would they start supporting him now?"

    "Perhaps the ''good-for-nothing'' Prince Chen is easier to control than the other princes."

    "But this servant thinks..."

    "You think the Ming family isn¡¯t that kind of people? Hah. The three Ming brothers of the past were indeed men of principle. Sadly, people change."

    "People do change." Prince Huai remarked to his younger brothers. "Who knows? Maybe Fifth Brother really can recite Agricultural Chronicles from memory."

    The Emperor¡¯s refusal to approve Prince Chen¡¯s proposal for an additional imperial examination¡ªunless the prince could recite Agricultural Chronicles within five days¡ªhad become an open secret in court.

    Not only did the officials know, but even the common people had caught wind of the rumors.

    Unlike the anxious scholars, the common folk were brimming with confidence in Prince Chen¡ªa confidence fueled by the tales of the Ruthless Prince series.

    Even the scholars who once secretly criticized Prince Chen had stopped. Some even quietly lit incense before statues of Confucius, praying for the prince to recite the book flawlessly.

    Within days, Agricultural Chronicles became a bestseller in bookstores, as many scholars speculated that the Emperor¡¯s demand meant he valued its contents highly.

    The most outrageous part? Gambling houses had started taking bets on it.

    Those who claimed to know Prince Chen well bet against his success, while the common folk, swept up in the excitement, overwhelmingly bet in his favor.

    "Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous." Yun Qirong made the rounds at various gambling houses before turning to his friends. "The odds are higher for betting that the prince won¡¯t recite it."

    "Seems the capital¡¯s citizens have great faith in His Highness," one of the young nobles remarked. "What did you bet on?"

    "What do you think? Of course, I bet on the prince succeeding." Yun Qirong planted his hands on his hips. "Profit doesn¡¯t matter¡ªwhat¡¯s important is showing our support for His Highness."

    "Qirong¡¯s right. Let¡¯s all bet on the prince too."

    What kind of loyal followers would they be if they didn¡¯t cheer for their leader?

    Money? They had plenty to spare!

    After placing their bets, the group checked the sky. "Qirong, where to now?"

    "The orphanage," Yun Qirong declared. "His Highness told us to do more good deeds, so we¡¯ll follow his orders."

    The brothers had all been appointed as third-rank imperial guards, but just two days prior, they¡¯d been promoted to second-rank¡ªall because they¡¯d obeyed the prince¡¯s instructions.

    "We can¡¯t go empty-handed."

    "Right, let¡¯s buy some rice, oil, and toys."

    "We should bring some beginner¡¯s books too. It¡¯s good for the children to learn a few words."

    "Let¡¯s go, brothers."

    Meanwhile, several noble family heads gathered, eagerly awaiting the success of their scheme.

    "Everything¡¯s arranged? No mistakes?"

    "Rest assured, nothing will go wrong this time."

    "What are Prince Chen¡¯s lackeys up to?"

    "They¡¯re placing bets at the gambling houses."

    "Perfect. I refuse to believe anyone can interfere today!"

 Chapter 88

    This should have been a bright spring day, with blooming flowers, beautiful people, and butterflies dancing in the air.

    Yet even the most picturesque scenery can be marred by unexpected events.

    The Orphanage was a state-funded institution established in various prefectures to care for abandoned children. If a child remained unadopted, they would be raised by the Orphanage until the age of fourteen before being sent out to make a living.

    In recent years, as the people of Dacheng grew more prosperous, fewer children were being abandoned. Moreover, wealthy merchants and noblewomen often donated silver to the Orphanage, so the children there lived relatively comfortable lives. They were even taken on monthly outings by the Orphanage staff.

    Today was another such outing. Most of these unadopted children bore physical disabilities, their pitiful appearances tugging at the heartstrings.

    The children didn¡¯t understand why the man leading them today was unusually harsh, nor why he was deliberately steering them toward the busiest part of the marketplace. Too afraid to protest, they stumbled along behind him, struggling to keep up.

    One child, born with a crippled foot, limped heavily, unable to match the man¡¯s pace.

    "Hurry up, you useless wretch!" The gray-robed overseer barked when he saw the child lagging far behind. "Wasting the empire¡¯s silver to feed a cripple like you is nothing but a disgrace to Dacheng!"

    The children burst into frightened sobs¡ªespecially the crippled child, who curled into himself, too terrified to even cry.

    "Shut up, all of you!" The overseer snapped. "One more sound, and I¡¯ll abandon you right here. Disgusting brats." He strode over to the crippled child and kicked him twice. "Worthless trash." S§×arch* The Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "What do you think you¡¯re doing?!" A bystander shoved the overseer away. "He¡¯s just a child! How dare you treat him like this?"

    "Mind your own business!" The overseer sneered. "Do you even know who I am? I¡¯m the Orphanage¡¯s head steward, a government official! You ignorant peasants better back off, or I¡¯ll have the authorities arrest every last one of you!"

    "In the very shadow of the Son of Heaven, under this clear sky¡ªhow dare you act so brazenly?!" The capital¡¯s citizens were known for their righteous and compassionate nature. Far from being intimidated, they were incensed by his arrogance. "Go ahead and report us! See if we care!"

    "That¡¯s right!" Several burly men stepped forward, shielding the children. Noticing their disabilities, their hearts swelled with pity¡ªand their fury toward the overseer burned hotter. "How can you lay hands on these helpless children? Have you no humanity?"

    "I¡¯ve worked at the Orphanage for ten years, and no one¡¯s ever dared question me!" The overseer smirked. "I suggest you back off now, or once I return, these disobedient brats will pay for your meddling. And then¡ªno one will be around to protect them."

    "Is that a threat?" The crowd couldn¡¯t fathom his sheer audacity.

    "Let¡¯s see who among you dares lay a finger on me!" The overseer snarled. "I¡¯m an official appointed by the imperial court. Assaulting me is a crime punishable by imprisonment!"

    Most of the marketplace vendors were ordinary folk with families to support, and they hesitated at his words. Yet the longer they endured his arrogance, the hotter their rage burned¡ªlike dry kindling meeting flame.

    "If you¡¯re too cowardly to interfere, then scram!" The overseer scoffed. "Remember this¡ªnever oppose the imperial court, or you¡¯ll regret it¡ª"

    "Regret this, you spineless worm!"

    A young nobleman in brocade robes lunged from the crowd and kicked the overseer square in the face. The man didn¡¯t even have time to yelp before he crashed to the ground.

    Dazed, the overseer lay there for a moment before mustering a feeble shout: "Y-You dare defy the imperial court¡ª?!"

    "You¡¯re not the imperial court, you pathetic excuse for a man!" The nobleman hurled a sack of grain onto the overseer¡¯s back, silencing him like a strangled goose¡ªlegs flailing, mouth gaping, utterly voiceless.

    "Disgusting creature!" The nobleman dusted off his hands. Turning, he noticed the dozen or so children peeking at him from behind the adults. Clearing his throat, he added, "Good children shouldn¡¯t imitate me. I¡¯m only beating up a bad man."

    He and his friends had originally come to the market near the Orphanage to buy grain and oil for donation. They never expected to witness such cruelty.

    Thank heavens they¡¯d come¡ªotherwise, these children would have suffered in silence.

    "In all my years, I¡¯ve never met anyone more arrogant than us." The nobleman crouched beside the overseer, slapping his head with each rhetorical question.

    "Who told you an Orphanage steward represents the imperial court?"

    Whack!

    "Under the Emperor¡¯s very nose, you dare use your measly title to threaten commoners? I¡¯ve roamed these streets for twenty years, and even I¡¯m not this brazen!"

    Whack! Whack!

    "You think you can bully children and commoners in front of me? Do you even know who I am?"

    Whack! Whack! Whack!

    The overseer was too dazed to respond.

    The onlookers, their anger momentarily sated, felt a wave of relief seeing the tyrant reduced to such a state.

    "Young master, may we ask who you are?" A steamed-cake vendor handed each child a treat, her voice laced with concern. "This man has ties to the authorities. Won¡¯t you face trouble for this?"

    "Trouble? For beating scum like him?" The nobleman delivered a few more thunks to the overseer¡¯s skull. "My name is Yun Yizhi, sixth-generation descendant of Emperor Taizong."

    "A descendant of our founding Emperor¡ªa member of the imperial clan!" To the common folk, the exact degree of relation mattered little. Any imperial descendant commanded awe.

    "Thank heavens you intervened, young master. These children would¡¯ve suffered terribly otherwise."

    "How could anyone be so cruel to children?"

    "Don¡¯t worry. With us here, no one will harm these children." Under the crowd¡¯s admiring gazes, Yun Yizhi straightened proudly. "And this wretch won¡¯t dare retaliate. I¡¯m a study companion to Prince Chen and currently serve as an imperial guard. Vermin like him wouldn¡¯t dare cross me."

    "Ah, a companion to Prince Chen! Wasn¡¯t it another of His Highness¡¯s companions who stood up for the scholars last time?"

    "No wonder Prince Chen chose you as his companion. Such a kind heart, young master!"

    When Yun Qirong arrived with the Imperial Guards, he found Yun Yizhi squatting at the market entrance with a dozen children, all happily munching on meat buns.

    Their faces were smeared with grease, their laughter bright.

    It would have been a heartwarming scene¡ªif not for the bound and gagged man lying nearby.

    "Gentlemen, ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????what exactly happened here?" Yu Jian¡¯s gaze swept over the children before settling on Yun Yizhi.

    Of course. Anything involving Prince Chen¡¯s circle was bound to be chaotic.

    Before Yun Yizhi could answer, the surrounding crowd eagerly chimed in on his behalf.

    Yu Jian¡¯s frown deepened as he listened. He turned to the Imperial Guards behind him and ordered, "Take the manager of this orphanage away and hand him over to the Capital Prefecture for a thorough investigation."

    "Yes, boss."

    Two Imperial Guards dragged the groaning man in gray robes up from the ground, then "accidentally" let their hands slip, causing the man¡¯s face to slam into the ground with a howl of pain.

    "Oops, my hand slipped."

    "Terribly careless of us."

    The surrounding citizens thought to themselves: What a wonderful slip. They should slip a few more times.

    By that afternoon, news spread from the Capital Prefecture¡ªthe man who claimed to represent the court was not only given thirty heavy strokes but was also sentenced to a severe punishment.

    The people cheered, praising the officials of the Capital Prefecture and the royal scions alike.

    The once-notorious royal scions now strode through the streets with their heads held high, their steps light as if carried by the wind. Some even began emulating their good deeds.

    For a time, the usual street thugs vanished without a trace, and the capital¡¯s atmosphere had never been better.

    Who would dare provoke these royal scions, who now roamed the streets with a newfound passion for punishing evildoers?

    The heads of noble families, however, were far from pleased.

    "Speak up¡ªwho among us is the traitor?"

    No one answered, for each believed everyone else could be the traitor¡ªexcept themselves.

    "Those royal scions, who were supposed to be at the gambling den, suddenly detoured to the orphanage. On the way, they even stopped to buy grain and oil, just in time to encounter those abused children." One family head scoffed in frustration. "Do you really believe such a coincidence?"

    Who would?

    The atmosphere grew tense. At this moment, whoever spoke first would seem the most suspicious.

    "Was the plan to have the orphanage manager beat the children yours?" Du Qingke swaggered in, glancing at the gathered family heads before chuckling. "Did it work?"

    His tone dripped with unmistakable mockery.

    "Family Head Du, do you have a better idea?" The family head who had proposed the orphanage plan, stung by his tone, retorted, "If you have a superior strategy, we¡¯d gladly follow it."

    "Oh?" Du Qingke raised an eyebrow. "I came here to listen to your opinions, not to offer solutions."

    "If you won¡¯t contribute ideas or join our plans, why are you even here?"

    "To gather experience."

    "What kind of experience?"

    "The kind that teaches you how to cope when a plan fails." Du Qingke sighed. "Unfortunately, none of you seem to be handling it well. I¡¯ve learned nothing useful."

    "You¡ª"

    "Ah, I just remembered¡ªPrince Chen is supposed to recite The Records of Agriculture and Sericulture before His Majesty tomorrow. Do you think he¡¯ll manage it?"

    "Impossible. I couldn¡¯t finish memorizing a poetry anthology in half a year. No one could memorize an entire book like that in five days."

    Du Qingke gave the man a sidelong glance before silently looking away.

    There¡¯s a reason noble families are declining.

    "Minister Wang, are you feeling unwell?" Outside Taiyang Palace, Ming Jingzhou noticed the Minister of Revenue constantly wiping sweat from his brow. "Would you like to rest for a moment?"

    "I¡¯m fine¡ªjust nervous." Minister Wang whispered, "Minister Ming, give us some reassurance. Can His Highness really recite the entire book?"

    "Well¡­" Ming Jingzhou hesitated. "When I left Kirin Palace yesterday, His Highness¡¯s recitation was still a bit¡­ rough."

    Rough?

    How rough?

    The officials grew even more anxious. Their current state of mind wasn¡¯t far from how they¡¯d felt during the imperial examinations.

    "Gentlemen, His Majesty summons you." Liu Zhongbao emerged with a smile. "Please, come in."

    "Eunuch Liu, has Prince Chen arrived yet?"

    "Not yet. Please wait inside for a short while."

    The officials knew their minds wouldn¡¯t settle until the prince finished his recitation.

    After entering the inner hall and paying their respects to Emperor Longfeng, they stood restlessly to the side.

    If someone had told them two years ago that they¡¯d be eagerly awaiting Prince Chen¡¯s arrival, they would¡¯ve thought that person insane.

    Now, they were beginning to understand just how important Prince Chen was to them.

    Every passing moment was torture¡ªuntil a eunuch announced, "Your Majesty, Prince Chen and the Princess Consort of Chen request an audience."

    The officials¡¯ eyes snapped toward the entrance, their gazes as scorching as the summer sun.

    As Jiuzhu stepped through the grand doors of Taiyang Palace, she hesitated and nearly retreated. Why are these officials staring so intensely?

    Prince Chen took her hand and led her inside. "Father, I¡¯ve come to recite."

    Emperor Longfeng turned to Liu Zhongbao. "Prepare a seat for the Princess Consort."

    "Father, my wife didn¡¯t believe I could memorize the whole book, so I brought her along." Prince Chen grinned at the ministers. "Shall we begin?"

    "Your Highness, wait!" One official pulled out a brick-thick copy of The Records of Agriculture and Sericulture from his sleeve and offered it to the prince. "Perhaps you¡¯d like to review once more before starting?"

    "No need. I¡¯m ready." Prince Chen waved him off. "I¡¯ve already gone over it."

    He glanced at the man. Carrying this massive book in your sleeve couldn¡¯t have been easy.

    Ah, well.

    He took the book, flipped through it briefly, then handed it to Jiuzhu with a smirk. "Admire your husband¡¯s brilliance."

    "Mm!" Jiuzhu clutched his sleeve and whispered in his ear, "Your Highness will definitely be the most amazing!"

    Hearing her soft, trusting voice, Prince Chen¡ªYun Duqing¡ªfelt invincible.

 Chapter 89

    "Your Majesty, having His Highness recite the entire book may take too much time. Why not have the officials present each select a portion for the prince to recite?" Ming Jingzhou stepped forward and suggested, "This way, we can verify His Highness''s memorization while saving Your Majesty''s time."

    "The esteemed ministers need not make excuses for him. I know you are all kind-hearted and reluctant to see him lose face. But since he claimed he could recite it all, you may sit back and listen." Emperor Longfeng instructed Liu Zhongbao, "Liu Zhongbao, bring tea. Let Prince Chen recite at his own pace."

    The ministers were momentarily stunned before realizing the emperor''s implication¡ªhe suspected they might have colluded with Prince Chen in advance to help him cheat.

    At this thought, they felt both regret and frustration. Why hadn¡¯t they considered this idea earlier?

    No, no¡ªthey were scholars. How could they entertain such deceitful thoughts?

    Aware of their moral lapse, the officials silently turned their hopeful gazes toward Prince Chen, placing all their faith in divine intervention.

    May heaven bless Prince Chen with an extraordinary memory and dazzle the court with his brilliance.

    "Those who steal this book shall be severed¡ª"

    "Your Highness, that line is merely a curse printed by the publisher against book thieves. There¡¯s no need to recite it." Ming Jingzhou cleared his throat. This performance was a bit too exaggerated¡ªtime to rein it in.

    "In ancient times, those who preceded me¡ª"

    "Which section is this from?" one official whispered to a colleague from the Ministry of Works. sea??h th§× NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "The preface," the Ministry of Works official replied. "The Records of Agriculture and Sericulture compiles the wisdom of past dynasties on farming and silk production. The preface was written by our founding prime minister."

    "When the seasons align, seize the moment; plant mulberries in spring. Mulberries benefit the people¡ªdo not neglect them."

    Prince Chen recited faster and more fluently. The officials wiped sweat from their brows, occasionally stealing glances at the emperor¡¯s expression.

    "To the south lies a tropical isle, where grains ripen year-round, yielding delicious food."

    Initially sitting rigidly upright, two older officials now leaned back in their chairs. Prince Chen had been reciting for quite some time¡ªwas this book excessively long?

    Suddenly, Prince Chen stopped.

    The officials tensed, their minds racing with worry.

    What happened? Did he forget the rest?

    What came next? Could they subtly¡ªwithout being too obvious¡ªprompt him?

    Unfazed by their concern, Prince Chen calmly sipped his tea and turned to Jiuzhu.

    Thinking he was nervous, Jiuzhu mouthed to him, "Your Highness, you¡¯re amazing!"

    Prince Chen smirked smugly. Just wait until I finish.

    When he resumed, the officials exhaled in relief. Good, he hadn¡¯t forgotten.

    Was the prince looking to his consort for encouragement?

    "Did you see that? The moment Princess Consort smiled at Prince Chen, he continued reciting," Official A murmured to Official B. "Such deep affection between husband and wife."

    He reflected further and realized that since Prince Chen¡¯s betrothal to the Ming family¡¯s daughter, his reckless behavior had dwindled. Now, for the sake of scholars everywhere, he was laboring to recite this book.

    Could this be... a prodigal son¡¯s redemption?

    At this thought, he glanced at Ming Jingzhou, whose expression remained calm and unreadable. The Ming family had raised an exceptional daughter.

    Reading the entire Records of Agriculture and Sericulture aloud would typically take over an hour, yet Prince Chen¡¯s recitation seemed even swifter.

    He delivered the text effortlessly, while the officials tasked with verifying his accuracy strained their eyes comparing it to the written text.

    "Were there any mistakes?" other officials whispered to the Ministry of Works representatives, who knew the book best.

    The Ministry of Works officials shook their heads. "Not a single error. Flawless."

    Hearing this, the officials¡¯ emotions grew complicated. How much effort had Prince Chen poured into memorizing this?

    "The people are the foundation of the state. Agriculture is the source of life."

    Half an hour later, Prince Chen reached the final page. The weary officials straightened their postures, their gazes brimming with admiration and paternal warmth.

    "Finished?" Emperor Longfeng stood and paced the hall, his back stiff from sitting too long.

    "Your Majesty, Prince Chen has completed the entire text," the supervising officials reported, stepping forward to bow.

    "How many mistakes?" The emperor glanced at his son, who had already sidled up to his consort, waiting for her to lift the teacup to his lips.

    This infuriating boy.

    "Your Majesty, Prince Chen¡¯s brilliance knows no bounds. There were no errors whatsoever," the supervising official replied, a hint of surprise in his voice.

    "None?" Emperor Longfeng eyed his son skeptically. "Recite the fifth volume¡¯s sericulture chapter again."

    His voice slightly hoarse, Prince Chen repeated the sericulture passage.

    "Imperial Father," he said cheekily, "since I¡¯ve memorized the entire Records of Agriculture and Sericulture, will you honor your promise...?"

    "If you could memorize this in five days, why have you neglected your studies all these years?" Emperor Longfeng¡¯s gaze turned dangerous. "Liu Zhongbao, fetch the rod."

    "Your Majesty, you mustn¡¯t!" The officials, initially delighted by Prince Chen¡¯s feat, rushed to intervene at the emperor¡¯s ominous tone. "His Highness must have studied day and night to achieve this. He deserves reward, not punishment!"

    "Indeed! Perhaps His Highness was a late bloomer. His past recklessness was youth¡¯s folly, but his reformation is cause for celebration. Punishing him now might crush his newfound diligence!"

    "Imperial Father, please calm your anger." Jiuzhu spread her arms, shielding Prince Chen. "These past nights, His Highness burned the midnight oil to memorize this book. An emperor¡¯s promise is worth ten thousand pieces of gold. If you won¡¯t reward him, how can you punish him?"

    She glared at the approaching eunuchs. "No one touches my prince!"

    "Jiuzhu." Ming Jingzhou frowned at his daughter. "Do not disrespect His Majesty. Step back."

    Jiuzhu bit her lip but neither lowered her arms nor moved an inch.

    Behind her, Prince Chen gazed at her resolute stance, her arms outstretched in his defense. Gently, he took her hand and whispered in her ear, "Silly little pig, Imperial Father won¡¯t strike me. Don¡¯t be afraid."

    No scenery in all the world could compare to this moment¡ªher standing before him without hesitation.

    He truly believed that even if faced with armies, flames, or blades, she would still stand in front of him just like this.

    With a tug, he pulled her to his side and grinned at Emperor Longfeng. "Imperial Father, the princess consort merely worries for me. Please don¡¯t take it to heart."

    After a pause, Emperor Longfeng suddenly laughed, dispelling the tension in the hall.

    "Du Qing, you have an exceptional princess consort." The emperor¡¯s gaze at Jiuzhu was filled with unmistakable fondness, unbothered by her earlier defiance.

    He ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????flicked his sleeve and seated himself upon the imperial throne: "By Our decree, the imperial harem has long lacked a mistress. In accordance with Heaven''s will, We hereby appoint Lady Su as Empress. This is joyous news worthy of celebration. Considering the hardships faced by scholars across the realm, an additional imperial examination shall be held, that they may diligently cultivate their talents and showcase their brilliance."

    Such an edict required the emperor''s personal seal before being dispatched to the Ministry of Works, which would then distribute it to every province and commandery.

    "Thank you, Your Majesty." The officials, moved to tears, bowed deeply in gratitude.

    At last, this matter had come to fruition.

    "Imperial Father, this daughter-in-law acted improperly earlier. I beg for your punishment." Joy and sorrow are never shared between hearts. Jiuzhu hung her head and shuffled forward with small steps, kneeling before Emperor Longfeng in a deep bow of contrition.

    "Du Qing, help Jiuzhu up at once." Emperor Longfeng gazed at the dejected girl with amusement, offering reassurance: "As a father, far from punishing you, I ought to thank you."

    Jiuzhu looked up at him in surprise as Prince Chen stepped to her side and took her hand.

    Their fingers intertwined¡ªthe most intimate gesture of clasped hands.

    "As a prince, he possesses power and status envied by countless souls. Men fear him and seek to curry favor, yet none would stand before Us without hesitation for his sake." The emperor observed their joined hands with a smile. "When you acted, did it never occur to you that you might incur Our displeasure?"

    "I... didn''t have time to think." Jiuzhu studied him cautiously. "Imperial Father, you wouldn''t actually strike His Highness, would you?"

    "A grown man like him wouldn''t learn his lesson even if We did." No sooner had Emperor Longfeng spoken than he saw Jiuzhu turn to flash his son a radiant smile.

    And in his son''s eyes as he looked at her¡ªtenderness, love, and cherishing.

    The gaze of a mature man beholding the woman who held his heart.

    This eternal child had finally found someone to protect, becoming a man who could shoulder the heavens.

    "Imperial Father, speaking this way will make Jiuzhu think you beat me often growing up." Prince Chen chuckled, pretending to whisper to his wife: "In truth, Father never laid a hand on me. His threats are all bluster."

    Overhearing this "secret" exchange, Emperor Longfeng waved them off in mock irritation: "Away with you both, before We make good on those threats."

    "Imperial Father, starting to beat him now would be called ''breaking the seal'' in folk tradition," Jiuzhu piped up softly. "While striking him on the year''s last day would be ''sealing the seal.'' Are you planning to break the seal on His Highness?"

    Prince Chen stared at his consort in disbelief. What was this?

    When the emperor threatened punishment earlier, she''d bravely shielded him¡ªwhy was she now volunteering folk idioms about disciplining children?

    "Imperial Father, your son takes his leave." Sensing danger, Prince Chen hastily dragged his wife away by the hand.

    Watching the young couple depart, Liu Zhongbao remarked with a smile: "Your Majesty, the prince and his consort are perfectly matched."

    "Indeed." Emperor Longfeng laughed from the heart. "For a son of his temperament to encounter the Ming family''s girl is the greatest fortune of his life."

    "The princess consort''s nature is truly exceptional. When this old servant first saw her, I thought her features most auspicious¡ªthe very picture of good fortune."

    "Ah yes." The emperor sighed. Had Du Qing not coincidentally met the Ming girl that day at the royal hunting grounds, accompanying her to select a pony after that accident...

    Some possibilities, as a father, he dared not contemplate.

    The mere thought of such consequences filled him with dread.

    To Du Qing, he was simply the most ordinary of fathers.

    Hoping he''d stay healthy and free from illness, praying for his safety and longevity, wishing someone might love him and that he''d learn to love in turn. That when he and Mei Dai grew old and could no longer stand by his side, those who cherished him¡ªand whom he cherished¡ªwould remain. So even with hair turned frost-white, he''d never know loneliness.

    "Your Highness! Prince Chen, please wait!"

    Officials emerging from Taiyang Palace hurried after the prince and Jiuzhu, bowing deeply: "We thank Your Highness on behalf of scholars throughout the realm."

    "Scholars are subjects of Da Cheng. As a prince of this realm, is it not my duty to shoulder their burdens? No thanks are needed." Prince Chen glanced at the assembled officials¡ªall familiar faces.

    The man in robes embroidered with two-inch floral patterns had once impeached him for driving a man to drown.

    Another in five-inch embroidery had publicly declared him an unlettered wastrel a year prior.

    But being magnanimous by nature, he''d let bygones be bygones¡ªthese men had served Da Cheng well, after all.

    "In the past... we may have misunderstood Your Highness," said an official in purple court robes with clasped hands. "We are grateful for your generosity in overlooking our offenses."

    Fearing they might regale Jiuzhu with tales of his youthful escapades, the prince hastily interrupted: "Mere trifles, worthy sirs. Think no more of it."

    Enough! Any more reminiscing would crack his image as the infallible prince in his wife''s eyes.

    "Fourth Brother, isn''t that Fifth Brother surrounded by officials?" Prince Jing paused outside Taiyang Palace, squinting at the clustered figures. "I wonder if he''s memorized that agricultural text yet?"

    As Yun Yanze observed the officials'' smiling faces, his heart grew heavy.

    "Minister Wang once called Fifth Brother an ignoramus¡ªsee how amiably he smiles at him today." Prince An''s eyes brightened. "Could he have memorized the entire Annals of Agriculture?"

    Magnificent! My admirable Fifth Brother¡ªjust the ally I need!

 Chapter 90

    "Fifth Brother is truly remarkable," Prince An remarked with admiration. Turning his head, he noticed his three other brothers staring at him and asked in confusion, "Did I say something wrong?"

    "No," Prince Huai replied dryly. "But it would be even better if you didn¡¯t speak at all."

    With that, he turned and walked away.

    "Eldest Brother, weren¡¯t we going to pay our respects to Father?" Prince An called after him. "Why are you turning back?"

    Prince Huai stopped in his tracks and forced a smile. "Father has already listened to Fifth Brother recite for so long¡ªhe must be tired. We shouldn¡¯t disturb him further."

    Yun Yanze glanced in Yun Duqing¡¯s direction before silently following Prince Huai. Prince Jing hesitated for a moment, then whispered to Prince An, "Second Brother, let¡¯s go too."

    Before Prince An could respond, Prince Jing hurried after Prince Huai without looking back.

    Why leave? Only a fool would walk away from such a perfect opportunity to curry favor.

    Prince An straightened his outer robe and strode confidently toward Yun Duqing. As he approached, he overheard the officials murmuring gentle reminders for Fifth Brother to rest and take care of his health.

    Had Fifth Brother been reciting or moving books in Taiyang Palace earlier?

    "Your Highness, Prince An." Ming Jingzhou lifted his gaze and bowed in greeting.

    "Minister Ming." Prince An returned the courtesy politely. This was his fifth brother¡¯s father-in-law¡ªhe had to be respectful.

    Only then did the other officials notice Prince An¡¯s presence. After exchanging greetings, they refrained from discussing private matters with Prince Chen in front of another imperial prince, lest they be accused of forming factions.

    "Your Highness, this humble official should not linger in the palace any longer. I shall take my leave." Ming Jingzhou looked at Jiuzhu and hesitated before adding, "With spring in full bloom, your mother has learned to make flower cakes. If you find the time, come visit with His Highness."

    "Father." Jiuzhu took a few steps after Ming Jingzhou. She remembered when she first returned to the capital and read about a type of pastry made from flowers in a book.

    Her mother had told her that flower cakes were most delicious when made with spring petals and promised to prepare them for her the following spring.

    She had assumed her mother had forgotten, but it turned out she had kept the promise close to her heart all along.

    Ming Jingzhou stopped and turned back to her. "Return to the palace soon with His Highness."

    "Father-in-law, I will bring Jiuzhu to visit the day after tomorrow," Prince Chen said, stepping closer to the pair. "Please ask Mother to make extras¡ªI¡¯d like to try them as well."

    "Very well." A smile appeared on Ming Jingzhou¡¯s face. "This humble official will await Your Highness¡¯s esteemed arrival at our humble home."

    Once Ming Jingzhou had left, Prince An looked at Prince Chen in confusion. "Fifth Brother, I recall you never cared for flower cakes before. Didn¡¯t you say they weren¡¯t satisfying enough¡­?"

    "Second Brother." Prince Chen wished he could shut Prince An¡¯s mouth. "People¡¯s tastes change."

    "But you said that just last year."

    "The me from last year is no longer the me of today," Prince Chen replied flatly. "If Second Brother has nothing better to do, perhaps he should go home and read more."

    Seeing that his fifth brother seemed irritated, Prince An quickly fell silent.

    Why was Fifth Brother angry again?

    Was it really so hard to gain his favor?

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu suddenly understood¡ªPrince Chen didn¡¯t actually like flower cakes but had asked her father about them for her sake.

    "Don¡¯t listen to Second Brother¡¯s nonsense," Prince Chen said with a smile. "We didn¡¯t grow up together. Who would know my likes and dislikes better than me?"

    "Mother doesn¡¯t just make flower cakes¡ªshe prepares many other dishes, and the chefs at our residence are skilled as well." Jiuzhu beamed at him. "You can try them all when we visit."

    "Good." Relieved by her sweet smile, Prince Chen nodded. "Let¡¯s return to Kirin Palace."

    "Ah¡­" Prince An watched as his fifth brother and sister-in-law walked away, sighing to himself.

    Another failed attempt at flattery.

    Perhaps his timing had been off?

    "Earlier in the hall, you mentioned that I stay up late reading every night?" Prince Chen asked as they walked. He distinctly remembered sneaking out of bed to study only after Jiuzhu had fallen asleep these past few nights.

    "Every night when you left, I knew," Jiuzhu admitted without much thought. "But since you were reciting so earnestly, I didn¡¯t want to interrupt."

    Prince Chen: "¡­"

    He had only wanted her to believe he could recite an entire book flawlessly even without diligent study.

    Turns out, she had known all along.

    "But Your Highness is truly amazing! After just a few days of reading, you memorized the entire book." Jiuzhu gazed at him with sparkling admiration. "If only I had been half as good at memorizing when I was young."

    "It¡¯s nothing. ''Records of Agriculture and Sericulture'' isn¡¯t that difficult." Prince Chen lifted his chin slightly. "When your prince sets his mind to something, nothing is impossible."

    Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes shone even brighter.

    Truly, His Highness was a man descended from the heavens.

    The announcement of an additional imperial examination sent waves of excitement through the scholars of the capital. Countless men rejoiced and prepared to take the test.

    "The court really added an extra examination?"

    "Could it be because Prince Chen memorized the book?"

    "He did! My classmate is Minister Wang¡¯s nephew. He said Prince Chen recited the entire text flawlessly in front of everyone, even backwards¡ªutterly astounding."

    "Really?"

    "Would Minister Wang¡¯s nephew lie? Though I¡¯ve also heard that after the recitation, Prince Chen nearly got beaten, and it was only Princess Chen who stepped in front of him that stopped His Majesty."

    "Why?"

    "Who knows? Maybe the Emperor never intended to hold the extra exam in the first place."

    "In that case, Prince Chen went through great hardship for us scholars. Even for us, memorizing ''Records of Agriculture and Sericulture'' in five days would be near impossible."

    "Indeed, it couldn¡¯t have been easy."

    Amidst the widespread admiration, Prince Chen¡¯s reputation among scholars reached unprecedented heights.

    The day after the recitation, Yun Qirong and Yun Yizhi, dressed in imperial guard uniforms, sidled up to Prince Chen. "You really memorized the whole book?"

    "With so many officials watching, how could I fake it?" Prince Chen yawned lazily. "Still, something feels off about the whole thing."

    "What do you mean?" Yun Qirong asked, puzzled. Scholars everywhere were praising him¡ªwhat could be wrong?

    Prince Chen didn¡¯t elaborate.

    Initially, his father-in-law had only asked him to propose the extra examination¡ªnever mentioned reciting anything.

    Yet once in Taiyang Palace, the Emperor had immediately put him on the spot, leaving him no room to retreat.

    At the time, he had only thought memorizing a book was no challenge. Now that it was done and the exam approved, he finally sensed something amiss.

    Could it be¡­ that his father-in-law and the Emperor had conspired to trick him into reciting?

    Seeing the prince¡¯s troubled expression, Yun Qirong grew concerned. "Is there some scheme at play? Who would dare plot against you? Just say the word, and we¡¯ll settle it."

    "You wouldn¡¯t dare." Prince Chen sighed again. "You¡¯ve never been fond of studying. Focus on your duties as imperial guards¡ªin a few years, secure solid positions for yourselves and pave the way for your descendants."

    "Your Highness, rest assured, we understand perfectly." Yun Yizhi grinned with an air of earnest simplicity. "Before, the other imperial guards looked down on us royal relatives, but now they treat us with nothing but respect."

    Half of it was due to the good deeds they had performed in the capital, which had spread among their colleagues, and the other half was because of the prince.

    Having once served as the prince¡¯s study companions, their status naturally differed from the others.

    "Your Highness, so this is where you¡¯ve been hiding?" Liu Zhongbao emerged from behind a rockery, spotting Prince Chen tucked away in a secluded corner. He smiled warmly. "This old servant has been searching everywhere for you. His Majesty requests your presence in the main hall of Taiyang Palace."

    Prince Chen was momentarily speechless at Liu Zhongbao¡¯s sudden appearance.

    Ever since waking up that morning, he had sensed something ominous in the air and deliberately sought out a quiet spot to avoid trouble. Yet, here was Eunuch Liu, having tracked him down regardless.

    Truly, nothing in the imperial harem remained a secret.

    He rose to his feet, dusted off his robes, and sighed. "Eunuch Liu, when Father summons me, is it to recite texts or review memorials?"

    "This old servant dare not presume His Majesty¡¯s intentions." Liu Zhongbao¡¯s smile grew even more amiable. "Might Your Highness trouble yourself to accompany this old servant?"

    Prince Chen rubbed his temples. "Lead the way, then."

    The moment he stepped through the gates of Taiyang Palace, before he could even bow in greeting, his father spoke first.

    "The Zizhi Tongjian states: A ruler must be trustworthy¡ªtrustworthy beyond doubt. Only then will his people draw close to him. What is your interpretation of this passage?"

    "Your Majesty, this son does not know." Prince Chen bowed to Emperor Longfeng, then shamelessly sidled up to him. "Father, when have I ever had the patience for such dry and tedious books?"

    "The Han Feizi says: A bird that does not spread its wings for three years does so to grow its plumage; one that neither flies nor sings observes the ways of the people. Though it does not fly now, when it does, it will soar to the heavens; though it does not sing now, when it does, its voice will startle the world. And what of this?"

    "Father." Prince Chen met Emperor Longfeng¡¯s gaze. "Do I look like someone who knows the meaning of such things?"

    Emperor Longfeng, far from angered by his son¡¯s antics, merely separated a towering stack of memorials and set half aside. "Your mother mentioned you wish to take your consort out of the palace tomorrow?"

    "Father, surely not?" Prince Chen stared at him in disbelief. "You¡¯d use such a thing to threaten me?"

    "Your father is a benevolent ruler. How could he resort to threats?" Emperor Longfeng smiled kindly. "If you cannot even grasp these simple principles, then remain in the palace and study. There will be time for outings once you¡¯ve learned."

    After a brief silence, Prince Chen stepped forward and gathered the separated memorials. "Father, between us, there¡¯s no need for such games. Speak plainly or give your orders directly. This son can bear it."

    Emperor Longfeng chuckled. "Liu Zhongbao, prepare ink and brush for Prince Chen."

    "Finish reviewing these, and tomorrow you may leave the palace to enjoy yourself." The emperor set down his vermilion brush and leaned back lazily in his chair. "What father does not dote on his son?"

    Prince Chen said nothing, flipping open a memorial and beginning his task without delay.

    For the sake of letting his beloved consort taste her mother¡¯s freshly made flower cakes, what were a few memorials?

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    As for the Zizhi Tongjian and Han Feizi¡ªsince when were those the concerns of a prince?

    "The tax silver submitted by Lizhou this year seems twenty thousand strings short of previous years?" Emperor Longfeng remarked idly. "The prefect of Lizhou has not performed well."

    "Several counties in Lizhou suffered floods. A shortfall in taxes is only natural." Prince Chen skimmed through the memorial and scrawled a few bold characters across it. "The prefect¡¯s surname is Liu¡ªa pragmatic and capable official, if a bit stubborn and lacking in charm. Otherwise, he has no major faults."

    Emperor Longfeng nodded with a smile. "Age must be catching up to me, to forget such an important detail."

    "Father, you might want to look in a mirror before saying that." Prince Chen shot him a glance. "If you¡¯re old, then half the court officials ought to retire."

    "Oh?" The emperor laughed. "Do you mean to say, in your eyes, your father will never grow old?"

    Prince Chen¡¯s brush stilled. He looked at Emperor Longfeng with utter sincerity. "To this son, you will always be the father who roasted sweet potatoes for me at midnight and carried me on your back through the courtyard."

    "As long as you are here, I fear nothing." He set down the brush. "Your complexion is radiant, your hair thick and dark, your steps vigorous. You are in the prime of life."

    "Ask me this question again decades from now." Prince Chen grinned. "For now, my answer remains the same."

    "You are not old. You are the most towering, the most heroic father in my heart."

    "You are also the greatest emperor of Da Cheng."

    Silence lingered in the grand hall. Emperor Longfeng stepped forward and placed a hand on his son¡¯s shoulder.

    "Hearing these words moves me deeply."

    "But these memorials must still be reviewed."

    "I never said I wouldn¡¯t." Prince Chen patted his father¡¯s hand. "I only ask that you never pose that question again."

    No ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????son wished to see his father age.

    Liu Zhongbao noticed the faint glimmer in His Majesty¡¯s smiling eyes.

    He quickly lowered his head.

    Lest his gaze disturb the warmth between father and son.

 Chapter 91

    "Gentlemen, take a look at the memorials issued today." The duty officer flipped open the palace-distributed documents, his expression turning slightly peculiar. "It seems... another prince has drafted the responses?"

    The Emperor had not explicitly stated which prince had reviewed the memorials, so even if they suspected it was Prince Chen, they couldn''t voice it aloud.

    After a brief silence, one of the ministers spoke up.

    "The reasoning is clear and substantive. This prince... has done quite well." S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Indeed, ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????the calligraphy carries strength. Judging by the handwriting, this prince must be... a man of action."

    The ministers exchanged glances. They all knew whom they were praising, yet none dared to say it outright.

    After all, this was someone they had once criticized. To praise him too openly now would be awkward. But to withhold praise entirely would weigh on their conscience.

    Most scholars still held propriety and virtue in high regard.

    "And this proposal to expand sericulture in the southwestern prefectures is also excellent. The southwestern regions are mountainous, and silk fabrics are both valuable and durable¡ªfar easier to transport and sell than ceramics or perishable goods."

    "Adapting to local conditions, caring for the people''s welfare... If only he could rid himself of his idle habits, he would truly be a blessing for Great Qing."

    The other officials stared at the speaker, their expressions... indescribable.

    Everyone had been speaking in veiled terms, but this remark, though avoiding direct titles, pointed far too obviously at one person.

    For a moment, the Six Ministries'' duty room fell silent again.

    After a long pause, Official A cautiously suggested, "In my humble opinion, the princes and princesses have resided in the palace for many days now. Should we petition His Majesty to allow them to return to court?"

    The fourth prince had been disgraced, but there were still other princes worth pinning hopes on.

    Like... the one assisting the Emperor with memorials.

    "This matter is for His Majesty to decide. We must not rashly submit petitions," Official B shook his head. "What appears to be state affairs is, in truth, also the Emperor''s family matter."

    All five princes were now adults. If unchecked ambition were to plunge the court into chaos, it would only harm the common people.

    "Enough," Official A sighed. "Brother Wang is right. The older one grows, the greater one''s ambitions become."

    Though these ministers had their own private interests, none wished to see a repeat of the bloodshed and turmoil of the final years of the Xiande era, which had left the people in misery.

    Just one day after the imperial decree to expand the civil examinations was issued, poems praising the Emperor, the Empress, and Prince Chen began circulating in the capital''s streets.

    The scholars of the capital, ever politically astute, knew better than to omit any key figures in their flattery, even in verse.

    "Your Highness," Jiuzhu sat in the carriage, listening to the children outside chanting a rhyme that seemed to praise the Emperor, the Empress, and Prince Chen. "Do you hear what they''re singing?"

    "Clap one, I say one, Emperor Long Feng reigns under heaven."

    "Clap two, I say two, the Empress is fair as morning dew."

    "Clap three, I say three, Prince Chen stands strong as mountains be."

    "Tch." Prince Chen narrowed his eyes at the children. While his father and mother were likened to heaven and art, he got... a mountain?

    "Clap eight, I say eight, Fourth Brother is a child of hate."

    "Your Highness, doesn¡¯t this rhyme feel... off to you?"

    "Hmm." Prince Chen lowered the carriage curtain. "Someone is deliberately stirring trouble."

    The first half of the rhyme praised the Emperor, Empress, and himself, but the latter half suddenly targeted Yun Yanze, while the other princes weren¡¯t even mentioned.

    These children knew nothing¡ªlikely unaware of the imperial family¡¯s surname, let alone the princes'' birth order.

    "These schemers are truly wicked, using children as weapons." Jiuzhu frowned. "Thankfully, His Majesty is a wise ruler who loves his people. Otherwise, spreading such rumors could endanger these children."

    Matters involving the imperial family were never trivial.

    "Hmm." Jiuzhu tapped her chin. "Should we compose our own nursery rhyme?"

    "About what?"

    "Something amusing, like the current capital trend¡ª''The Overbearing Prince...''"

    "Hmm?" Prince Chen shot her a look.

    "Your Highness, as everyone knows, fictional tales are just that¡ªfiction." Jiuzhu quickly reassured him. "We needn¡¯t take them seriously."

    Prince Chen rubbed his forehead. Ever since hearing those absurd "Overbearing Prince" stories, the mere mention of the phrase made him cringe.

    If the storytellers kept embellishing, he¡¯d soon be sprouting wings in their tales.

    Elsewhere in the streets, an unassuming carriage stood still.

    "Your Highness, these are just children¡¯s thoughtless words. Pay them no mind." Sun Caiyao listened to the chants outside and summoned a eunuch. "Take some treats to coax the children into stopping."

    "No need." Yun Yanze sat calmly in the carriage. "There are countless children in the capital. Even if you silence these, others will continue."

    "Your Highness..." Sun Caiyao gazed at him with concern.

    "It¡¯s fine. I won¡¯t take a child¡¯s jest to heart." Yun Yanze smiled gently at her. "In a few days, they¡¯ll forget this once they have a new rhyme."

    The kinder his smile, the heavier her heart grew. She knew better¡ªonce such rhymes spread widely, his image in these children¡¯s minds would be irreparably tarnished.

    "Prince Chen... this is going too far," she couldn¡¯t help but say. "He¡¯s already won the scholars¡¯ favor. Why must he slander you like this?"

    Yun Yanze shook his head with a faint smile.

    Yun Duqing, born with everything, was too arrogant for such tactics.

    But the other three brothers¡ªany of them could be behind this.

    He didn¡¯t explain to Sun Caiyao. Right now, he needed the Sun family¡¯s support. The more indignant she felt on his behalf, the more she¡¯d persuade her family to aid him.

    "Your Highness, Your Consort." The eunuch Sun Caiyao had sent out soon returned.

    "Did the children leave?" She lifted the curtain and saw the children holding candied hawthorns, no longer chanting.

    "Reporting to the Consort, this servant encountered Yang Yiduo on the way."

    "Yang Yiduo?" The name sounded familiar. "The steward eunuch of Kirin Palace?"

    "Indeed."

    "What was he doing here?"

    The eunuch hesitated before answering, "Yang Yiduo said he was acting on Prince Chen and Princess Consort¡¯s orders, instructing the children to stop singing the rhyme."

    Sun Caiyao was taken aback. Their carriage bore no markings, and Yun Duqing and Ming Jiuzhu shouldn¡¯t have known they were nearby. This couldn¡¯t be a performance for their benefit.

    "Could Prince Chen be uninvolved?" She pondered. "Your Highness, might someone be trying to drive a wedge between you and him?"

    With Yun Duqing now holding significant influence, any conflict would only harm Yun Yanze.

    "Fifth Brother doesn¡¯t seem like the type to resort to such tactics." Yun Yanze gazed out the carriage window at the children munching on candied hawthorns, their faces smeared with sticky syrup. "Now that I¡¯ve lost my standing¡ªwith no mother to rely on and no favor from His Majesty¡ªanyone could come and kick me while I¡¯m down."

    "Your Highness, you still have me." Sun Caiyao clasped his hand. "That day, when I saw you from the high tower, dressed in white, reaching out from your horse to catch the child falling from the window, I knew I would marry no one but you."

    Yun Yanze¡¯s tender, expressive eyes lingered on her for a moment before he withdrew his hand from her grasp. "That was so long ago. I¡¯d nearly forgotten."

    "It doesn¡¯t matter if you¡¯ve forgotten. I remember."

    Yun Yanze smiled.

    "Your Highness, this servant just encountered a eunuch from the Sixth Palace of Zhang while coaxing the children," Yang Yiduo reported upon returning from his errand. "He didn¡¯t say which prince he was accompanying."

    "Let it be." Prince Chen waved dismissively. "Tell the coachman to keep moving. We should reach my wife¡¯s family home sooner rather than later."

    "As you wish, Your Highness."

    No matter who it was, nothing could delay his princess from enjoying her flower pastries.

    Half an hour later, Jiuzhu sat at the Ming family¡¯s table, savoring the sweet and fragrant flower pastries, while Prince Chen¡­ found himself reciting texts under the watchful gazes of his father-in-law and Ming family¡¯s elder uncle.

    He hadn¡¯t wanted to recite at first, but the thought of Ming Jiuzhu sitting barely five steps away made him relent.

    Hearing her enthusiastic applause and admiring cheers, Prince Chen straightened his back imperceptibly.

    A man must always pay the price for his past bravado.

    But seeing the sparkle in her eyes, he felt that the bravado was worth upholding¡ªjust a little longer.

    Fortunately, the Ming elders understood moderation. After a few passages, they changed tactics.

    "Reciting texts is dull. Let¡¯s play cards instead."

    Prince Chen: "¡­"

    Reciting had been just fine.

    At least that only required mental effort. Playing cards with the Ming men, however, demanded not just his wits but also his expressions¡ªevery twitch of his brow and flicker of his gaze had to radiate sincerity.

    "Your Highness." Jiuzhu settled beside him with a plate of flower pastries. "Play well. You must win."

    "Of course." Prince Chen glanced at the Ming men and decided to exert thirty percent of his skill.

    Half an hour later, Ming Cunfu was the first to toss his cards¡ªhis purse had run dry.

    "Your Highness, how is your luck so good today?" he couldn¡¯t help but ask. "Much better than last time."

    "Perhaps because Jiuzhu is sitting beside me?" Prince Chen observed his brother-in-law¡¯s empty purse and evenly divided his winnings. "Between family, winning or losing doesn¡¯t matter. Let¡¯s split the coins."

    "Your Highness, why am I included?" Jiuzhu blinked as he placed two handfuls of coins before her.

    "If you hadn¡¯t been here, I wouldn¡¯t have won." Prince Chen spoke with utmost seriousness. "So our little lucky pearl must have her share."

    "Really?" Jiuzhu tucked the coins into her purse, eyes bright with curiosity. "Did I really help?"

    "Absolutely." Prince Chen chuckled, tying her purse strings for her. "Ask your cousin. Last time, I lost every round."

    Ming Cunfu, now cheerfully counting his reclaimed coins, nodded. "His Highness speaks the truth. Last time, he lost constantly."

    "See? I didn¡¯t lie." Prince Chen leaned close, his whisper sending a shiver down Jiuzhu¡¯s ear. "Little Ming Pig, don¡¯t ever stray too far from me."

    His low laugh made her ear tingle.

    "I¡¯d hate for my luck to fade without you."

    "Don¡¯t worry, Your Highness." Jiuzhu squeezed his hand. "I¡¯ll always stay with you."

    The Ming men tossed their cards aside with stiff expressions and silently retreated.

    Hah. As men, they all knew exactly what game he was playing.

    But since their girl was happy with her husband, what could they do?

    They could only pretend not to see.

    "Mmm." Prince Chen stole a quick kiss on Jiuzhu¡¯s hand when the Ming men weren¡¯t looking. "I believe you."

    "Father, what in the world is Prince Chen doing¡ª"

    Ming Jingzhou clapped a hand over his son¡¯s mouth.

    Ming Cunfu sighed. "Third Brother, there¡¯s a reason you¡¯re still unmarried."

 Chapter 92

    Shen Ying took the pastries out of the steamer and turned to see her son walking in with a dejected expression. She smiled and asked, "What''s the matter?"

    "Mother, ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????let me handle that¡ªdon''t burn your hands." Ming Jiyuan took a cloth from the maid and carefully transferred the steamed pastries onto a tray. "Jiuzhu and Prince Chen seem to be getting along very well."

    "It''s good that they''re close." Shen Ying picked up a pastry and held it to his lips. "How does it taste?"

    "Not too sweet, not too heavy¡ªjust right." Ming Jiyuan''s eyes brightened. "Mother, it''s been so long since you last cooked, but your skills are still impeccable."

    He reached for another pastry, but Shen Ying swatted his hand away. "What¡¯s the rush? Take these out for your sister and brother-in-law to try. And bring out the rest from the pot too."

    Ming Jiyuan widened his eyes in disbelief. "Mother, I¡¯m your own son."

    Was Prince Chen¡¯s status now higher than his in her eyes?

    "If you''re jealous, you could always find someone to marry and bring her home. Then you¡¯d have in-laws welcoming you too." Shen Ying stepped past her pitiful-looking son without a glance. "Hurry up and bring the tray."

    With a resigned sigh, Ming Jiyuan followed his mother, carrying the pastries. Clearly, an unmarried man held the lowest status in the Ming family.

    "Why did you stop playing cards?" Shen Ying entered the courtyard and set the pastries on the table, addressing Prince Chen and Jiuzhu, who sat together. "Your Highness, Jiuzhu, try these freshly made pastries."

    After the maids helped them wash their hands, Prince Chen took a bite and immediately began praising Shen Ying¡¯s culinary skills with such sincerity and earnestness that Ming Jiyuan started doubting whether the imperial chefs were mere incompetents who couldn¡¯t even make decent pastries.

    He took a bite himself¡ªit was good, but surely not that extraordinary?

    Watching his mother beam under Prince Chen¡¯s flattery, realization dawned on him.

    Married men are truly shameless.

    Once Jiuzhu and Prince Chen had left in their carriage, Ming Jiyuan stood at the gate and asked Shen Ying, "Mother¡­ what do you think of Prince Chen?"

    "Better than you, at least." Shen Ying glanced at him. "You¡¯ve just started at the Court of Judicial Review¡ªspend more time reviewing case files."

    If a man couldn¡¯t boast a family, he¡¯d better make his career impressive.

    "How is he better than me¡­?" Ming Jiyuan recalled how, just three years ago, his mother had called Prince Chen somewhat frivolous. Now, everything had changed.

    Ming Cunfu seemed to read his thoughts. After the elders had retired, he whispered, "Noticed how the family¡¯s attitude toward Prince Chen has improved drastically?"

    "Yes." Ming Jiyuan nodded. "Ever since he became Jiuzhu¡¯s husband, Mother looks at me with nothing but criticism."

    When he¡¯d first returned to the capital, she¡¯d doted on him, even insisting on serving his tea herself.

    Now, everything was different.

    "You don¡¯t understand. Before, Prince Chen was just a prince¡ªan outsider. Now, he¡¯s family." Ming Cunfu cracked a peanut. "Family and outsiders are two entirely different matters."

    "Besides¡­" He chuckled. "Third Uncle and Aunt have seen how Prince Chen treats Jiuzhu."

    None of the other princes treated their consorts with half as much devotion.

    "Aunt¡¯s kindness to Prince Chen is her way of wishing them well." Ming Cunfu shook his head, tossing the peanut shell onto a plate. "Third Brother, you¡¯re still young. You wouldn¡¯t get it."

    "Watch your tone." Ming Jiyuan lightly kicked his shin. "No respect for your elders."

    Ming Cunfu staggered. "Third Brother, be gentle. I¡¯m just a frail scholar¡ªI can¡¯t take your kicks."

    Ming Jiyuan flicked his sleeve and scoffed. "I know what you mean."

    After a long silence, he turned toward his own courtyard. "I understand."

    Halfway there, he turned back. "When you found Jiuzhu¡­ was she truly living well?"

    Ming Cunfu nodded. "Though life in the mountains was simple, her two masters treated her with great kindness."

    "That¡¯s good." Ming Jiyuan sighed. Perhaps it was time he accepted that his sister was now happily married to Prince Chen.

    At Zhangliu Palace, eunuchs and maids cleaned the courtyard Prince Chen had recently occupied, carefully storing his belongings. If the Kirin Palace had no immediate need for them, they would be sealed away in private storage.

    Items once used by a prince could never be given to others.

    "Cough, cough, cough!" Prince An stood at the courtyard gate, choking on the dust kicked up by the sweeping. "Are they planning to dig up the entire courtyard and start fresh?"

    A eunuch carrying a scroll stumbled, and the painting unfurled at Prince An¡¯s feet.

    "Now this is a painting!" Prince An bent to pick it up, admiring it. "Misty mountains merging with clouds, a lone boat drifting on the river¡ªexquisite."

    "No seal or inscription." Prince Jing stepped closer. "Could this be Jiuzhu¡¯s work?"

    "Second Brother, Third Brother, what are you looking at?" Prince Chen entered the courtyard and froze when he saw the painting in Prince An¡¯s hands.

    "Fifth Brother, the painting fell¡ªI merely picked it up. I wasn¡¯t snooping." Prince An hastily handed it over, anxious not to offend before securing Prince Chen¡¯s favor.

    "No matter." Prince Chen took the painting and rolled it back up.

    "Fifth Brother, is this¡­ your consort¡¯s handiwork?" Prince Jing praised, "As expected of the Ming family. The scenery, the composition¡ªtruly a masterpiece."

    Prince Chen glanced at him and nodded. "Mm."

    Then he left with the painting.

    "So it was Jiuzhu¡¯s." Prince An elbowed Prince Jing as they watched him go. "A shame we didn¡¯t get a longer look."

    In his memory, Prince Chen had never shown much interest in art¡ªso who else¡¯s unsigned painting would be kept in his quarters?

    "Indeed." Prince Jing glanced toward the palace gates. "A real shame."

    "What¡¯s a shame?" Prince Huai strode over. "Stop whispering like conspirators and use your heads for once¡ªthink about how to get out of the palace!"

    Living in such cramped quarters was unbearable.

    "Eldest Brother, the palace isn¡¯t so bad." Prince An shrugged. "All expenses covered by the imperial treasury¡ªno need to spend our own silver."

    With their stipends still suspended by the Emperor, moving out would drain their personal funds.

    Why waste money when they could save it for their consorts¡¯ jewelry?

    "You¡¯d stay here just to pinch pennies?"

    "Pinch pennies?" Prince An scoffed. "Do you know how many mouths a princely household feeds? Banquets, gifts, utensils, provisions¡ªit all costs money!"

    "Life is so good like this¡ªno need to report to the Six Ministries at dawn, no worries about the household expenses of the princely estate, ordering whatever I crave from the kitchen without spending a single coin of my own." Prince An grew more enthusiastic as he spoke, unable to hold back his admiration: "If only Father Emperor would let me live like this forever."

    Prince Huai had always known his second brother lacked ambition, but he never imagined the man could be so utterly devoid of drive.

    Among the imperial family¡¯s descendants, how could there be such an unambitious outlier?

    "Forget it. Just go scatter grains and catch sparrows," Prince Huai said, regretting that he had wasted his breath on Prince An.

    What did a meager official stipend matter? The gifts from subordinates and the tangible power in one¡¯s hands¡ªweren¡¯t these far better than pinching pennies?

    "Thank you for the reminder, elder brother. With spring here, there¡¯ll surely be plenty of sparrows."

    Prince Huai nearly choked on his own fury when his sarcastic remark was taken seriously by his second brother.

    "Elder brother, don¡¯t take it to heart." Prince Jing watched Prince An¡¯s cheerful figure disappear into the distance. "Second brother doesn¡¯t understand¡ªbirds in spring can easily find food and won¡¯t be lured by mere grains."

    Prince Huai gave him a look of sheer bewilderment. What nonsense was this?

    None of his younger brothers were normal.

    He turned on his heel and strode away, only to bump into Yun Yanze returning from outside. With a cold snort, he marched straight back to his own courtyard.

    "Third brother, what¡¯s wrong with elder brother?" Yun Yanze didn¡¯t seem bothered by Prince Huai¡¯s inexplicable temper. He turned to Prince Jing with a smile.

    "Fifth brother came by earlier and took a painting. Elder brother suggested we find a way to move out of the palace, but second brother refused, leading to some¡­ unpleasantness."

    "A painting?" Yun Yanze asked casually, "What kind?"

    "A masterpiece of breathtaking scenery¡ªmountains and rivers in perfect harmony." Prince Jing¡¯s voice brimmed with awe. "A pity my brushwork is too lacking to capture even half its elegance."

    "Third brother, your painting skills have always been the best among us brothers. Why belittle yourself?"

    "That painting wasn¡¯t fifth brother¡¯s work¡ªit was his consort¡¯s. A pity the Ming family¡¯s paintings are never shared outside their household. Otherwise, I¡¯d gladly pay a fortune for one."

    Yun Yanze sighed. "What a shame. I¡¯ll never have the chance to admire it."

    "If you don¡¯t mind, fourth brother, you could visit my courtyard. I¡¯ll try to sketch a rough imitation for you." Prince Jing offered. "Though my skills pale in comparison to fifth brother¡¯s consort, I can capture a fraction of her style."

    An imitation¡­ of her style?

    Yun Yanze gave Prince Jing a faint smile. "Then I¡¯ll trouble you, third brother."

    "Your Highness, what¡¯s that you¡¯re holding?" Jiuzhu noticed Prince Chen carrying a scroll and peered at it curiously.

    "Just some idle scribbles I did in my spare time." Prince Chen handed the painting to Yang Yiduo. "With peach blossoms about to bloom, I need to practice before painting with you."

    Jiuzhu called out to Yang Yiduo, "Steward Yang, bring the painting here for me to see."

    Without hesitation, Yang Yiduo bowed and presented the scroll to Jiuzhu, completely bypassing Prince Chen¡¯s opinion.

    Prince Chen watched nervously as Jiuzhu held the painting. Would she realize now that all his past praises of her artistry had been lies?

    He feared nothing else¡ªonly that his little Ming piglet might be hurt.

    Whether the painting was good or not didn¡¯t matter. What mattered was that Ming piglet enjoyed herself.

    "Your Highness¡¯s painting¡­ isn¡¯t bad." Jiuzhu examined it carefully. "But it¡¯s too literal, lacking a bit of poetic charm."

    Seeing Prince Chen¡¯s silence, she quickly added, consolingly, "But the brushwork is excellent¡ªeven better than mine."

    Prince Chen: "¡­"

    Staring at Jiuzhu¡¯s face, which clearly read "I know yours is worse, but I¡¯ll humor you anyway," he silently stepped closer, took the painting back, and gazed at her tenderly. "The essence of painting lies in its spirit. Mine still falls short¡ªyou¡¯ll have to teach me more."

    "Of course!" Jiuzhu patted her chest confidently. "No problem!"

    Watching her radiant smile, Prince Chen pulled her into his arms, hiding his expression against her hair.

    A real man knew when to bend.

    Making his wife happy wasn¡¯t surrender¡ªnor was it deception. It was¡­ romance.

    Sun Caiyao changed into a new spring gown, eager to show it to her husband. But as she reached his door, she overheard his voice from inside.

    "Are you certain the Taoist temple where Ming Jiuzhu was raised is here?"

    She froze.

    "Your Highness, it¡¯s confirmed."

    "Who¡¯s there?" Yun Yanze¡¯s tone sharpened abruptly.

    "It¡¯s me, Your Highness." Sun Caiyao lifted the curtain and entered, glancing at the unfamiliar eunuch in the room. "This attendant seems new."

    "Your Highness Consort, this lowly one serves in the Palace Domestic Service." The blue-robed eunuch bowed.

    "I see." Sun Caiyao set down the pastries she¡¯d brought, feigning indifference. "Your Highness, try these fresh spring flower cakes."

    "Thank you for your trouble." Yun Yanze took a sip of tea. "Rest first. I¡¯ll join you for the meal shortly."

    "Very well." Sun Caiyao stepped out, staring at the embroidered hem of her gown with a bitter smile. Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Her husband would rather investigate Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s childhood home than spare her a single glance.

    Her meticulous grooming today felt like a joke.

    "Your Highness Consort, the Imperial Wardrobe Office seeks an audience." Bai Shao approached softly. "Will you receive them?"

    "I will." Sun Caiyao walked ahead, masking her dejection. "Bai Shao, having served Her Highness the Consort Dowager for years, have you ever seen His Highness show affection for any woman?"

    Bai Shao shook her head. "Never."

    "Lately, he¡¯s grown distant." Sun Caiyao sighed. "If I knew what kind of woman he favored, I¡¯d arrange a concubine for him myself¡ªif only to see him smile again."

    "Your Highness Consort, don¡¯t think like that." Bai Shao urged. "His Highness isn¡¯t one for frivolous pursuits. Bringing in a concubine might only drive you further apart."

    Sun Caiyao¡¯s heart ached more. When the wardrobe official explained that her other spring outfits would be delayed, she frowned.

    "You promised otherwise before."

    "Your Highness Consort, please forgive us. But Prince Chen has commissioned multiple sets for his consort, and the Wardrobe Office is overwhelmed."

    Sun Caiyao nearly snapped¡ªMust my order wait just because Prince Chen spoils his wife?

    But she only smiled politely. "If it¡¯s for fifth brother and his consort, a delay is no issue."

    "Thank you, Your Highness Consort!"

    The official bowed repeatedly.

    Sun Caiyao stared at her skirt. Her husband wouldn¡¯t notice her new clothes anyway¡ªwhile Prince Chen personally ordered gowns for Ming Jiuzhu.

    "Deliver this letter to the Taoist temple where Ming Jiuzhu was raised." Yun Yanze handed a thick envelope to the blue-robed eunuch.

    The sender¡¯s name on the envelope read: Ming Jiuzhu.

 Chapter 93

    Jiuzhu waited by the window day after day, until finally, the peach blossoms bloomed.

    Early in the morning, she changed into the new clothes sent by the Imperial Wardrobe Bureau and poked Prince Chen on the bed. "Your Highness, Your Highness, it''s dawn."

    Prince Chen struggled to open his eyes, glancing at the faint sliver of morning light creeping through the window, then buried his face back into the blankets.

    "Your Highness, time to get up." Jiuzhu gazed at him eagerly. Spring had arrived, the peach blossoms were in full bloom¡ªit was time to paint.

    Prince Chen pointed to his cheek. "Can''t get up. Need a little piggy''s kiss to wake me."

    Jiuzhu threw herself onto him, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Now you can get up."

    Prince Chen rolled over and sat up.

    All his habits¡ªmorning grumpiness, reluctance to leave bed¡ªhad vanished completely since marrying Jiuzhu.

    The eunuchs and maidservants attending inside the room turned away with smiles, waiting for the prince and his consort to finish preparing.

    There was a peach grove in the palace, but others dared not enter casually. A rumor had spread that the grove had been planted by the Emperor specifically for Empress Su.

    Prince Chen remembered the grove from his earliest childhood, though he had no idea where the rumor originated.

    The servants set up tables, chairs, brushes, ink, and paper in the grove. Prince Chen glanced at Jiuzhu and dismissed them. "The Princess Consort and I will paint here. We prefer no disturbances¡ªwithdraw further away."

    "As you command, Your Highness."

    "Why do scholars scorn peach blossoms for being gaudy and frivolous?" Jiuzhu caught a few falling petals in her palm. "They¡¯re vibrant without being vulgar, and their fruit is sweet and delicious."

    "Some find lotus flowers too plain, others complain that osmanthus is overly fragrant. Naturally, there are those who dislike peach blossoms for their brilliance." Prince Chen mixed ink shades. "People and flowers are alike. Those who dislike something will find countless faults. But if they love it, even flaws become virtues."

    "The flowers bloom as they please, indifferent to human judgment." Instead of painting the blossoms, Prince Chen sketched a young girl. Though her features were yet undefined, his affection for her was already vivid on the page.

    "People often assume superiority, even spinning tales of flowers, birds, or insects transforming into humans to adore them." He looked up at Jiuzhu with a smile, adding a peach branch to the girl¡¯s hand. "Whether human or flower, without sincerity in return, what one gains from arrogance is merely..."

    Beside the girl, he drew himself, their hands clasped together.

    "Emptiness." Jiuzhu finished the thought. She set down her brush and squeezed next to him. "Your Highness, is this us?"

    "Yes. You and me." He outlined the blossoms and handed her the brush. "Here, you add the colors."

    Jiuzhu took the brush, studying the painting carefully. "Your work today is especially good."

    "Oh?" Prince Chen grinned. "How so?"

    "It feels... alive." She colored carefully. "I can¡¯t explain it, but it¡¯s different. Better."

    Prince Chen chuckled, then paused. Staring at the painting of himself and Jiuzhu, he suddenly understood.

    Her judgment of art wasn¡¯t like others¡¯.

    She saw the emotion behind the strokes.

    When he painted Jiuzhu, he hadn¡¯t thought of anything¡ªonly that the scene was beautiful because she was in it. With her on the page, how could he not join her? So he added himself.

    He had painted with his heart.

    Had the paintings she gifted him before been the same? Had she poured her most cherished scenes and warmest wishes onto paper for him?

    In that moment, Prince Chen realized he was no different from any ordinary person. Flowers didn¡¯t care for human opinions, yet he had arrogantly believed no blossom in the world could compare to his Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s smile.

    "I did not realize Your Highnesses were painting here. Forgive my intrusion."

    Jiuzhu set the brush aside and turned. "Consort Dowager Zhao."

    "Painting beneath a shower of peach blossoms¡ªthis grove pales beside the beauty of the two of you standing together." The elderly consort stroked the cat in her arms, her gaze nostalgic as she surveyed the trees. "It has been many years since I last came here."

    "Does Consort Dowager Zhao know the origin of this grove?" Prince Chen brought a stool for her, and Jiuzhu helped her sit.

    "Of course." She smiled faintly. "Before entering the palace, my family were vintners. Our finest brew was Peach Blossom Dream. Because I was somewhat fair-faced, the Previous Emperor took a liking to me and brought me here. To please me, he planted this grove."

    Jiuzhu¡¯s eyes widened. "This grove was planted for you by the Previous Emperor?"

    "Yes." Her tone cooled at the mention of him. "But the harem was never short of women. He could plant a peach grove for me, then orchards of pears, apricots, or chrysanthemums for others."

    In her eyes, Jiuzhu saw no joy¡ªonly resignation. Perhaps even her entry into the palace had been against her will.

    "Come." Consort Dowager Zhao passed the cat to Prince Chen and took Jiuzhu¡¯s hand. "Let me show you something."

    "One, two... eight." Slowly, she led Jiuzhu through the grove until they reached the eighth tree. Trembling, she bent to dig at its roots.

    "Consort Dowager, let me." Jiuzhu steadied her. "I¡¯m stronger."

    "Very well." The old woman smiled.

    Prince Chen had a servant bring a shovel, then handed the cat to Jiuzhu. "Don¡¯t dirty your shoes. I¡¯ll do it." sea??h th§× n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Consort Dowager Zhao watched them with tender warmth in her eyes.

    Soon, Prince Chen unearthed two jars.

    "Wine?" He lifted them from the soil, glancing at her. "Did you brew this, Consort Dowager?"

    She knelt, brushing dirt from the jars. "I entered the palace in my teens. These were brewed when I was eighteen. Now... I am past sixty. If I don¡¯t dig them up now, they may never see daylight again."

    Tears glimmered in her aged eyes. "Many, many years ago, I promised someone I would brew two jars of wine for him with my own hands."

    "But the year I turned eighteen, he was gone."

    They had grown up together. At her coming-of-age ceremony, she vowed to make him two jars of Peach Blossom Dream for their wedding.

    Then the Previous Emperor seized her for the palace. Heartbroken, he fell ill and died within three years.

    He died. Her child died. In time, even her family was gone, leaving only her to endure the years alone¡ªwith nothing but a cat for company.

    Had Prince Chen and his consort not returned the cat to her, she might have lost even that.

    "Meow." The plump feline nuzzled Jiuzhu before leaping back into the old woman¡¯s arms.

    Seeing her struggle to rise, Jiuzhu hurried to help.

    "Thank you, Princess Consort." Consort Dowager Zhao smiled at her. "If you and His Highness would do me the honor, take these jars and drink them together."

    "May the two of you grow old together, never parting." She met Prince Chen¡¯s gaze. "Never forsaking each other."

    "Consort ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Dowager Zhao," Jiuzhu said, "Qingming Festival is in a few days. I¡ª"

    "Princess Consort," Consort Dowager Zhao interrupted with a smile, "this palace has witnessed many sorrowful tales of women. This old one is but the most insignificant among them. I am old now¡ªwhether I pay respects or not no longer matters."

    She could barely remember the face of that young man from her past, only that his smile had been lovely, and his voice soft whenever he called her name.

    "My memory has grown worse this past year. If I don¡¯t speak of him to someone soon, I fear I¡¯ll forget him entirely." Consort Dowager Zhao stroked the cat¡¯s head. "Princess Consort, remember this old one¡¯s words."

    "Do not easily pity the women of the palace," she said, glancing back at Prince Chen, who was bending to fill a pit with soil. "Especially those who are young and beautiful."

    Jiuzhu shook her head with a light laugh. "Consort Dowager, I do not care."

    Consort Dowager Zhao studied her.

    "Young and beautiful women are not the ones to fear. What is truly frightening is a man¡¯s heart that cannot remain devoted." Jiuzhu plucked a peach blossom and tucked it into Consort Dowager Zhao¡¯s silver hair. "Today, Your Highness is still eighteen at heart."

    Consort Dowager Zhao laughed, her expression one of rare ease. "This old one has lived over sixty years, yet I am not as wise as you."

    Walking to the painting desk, she gazed at the artwork and sighed. "This painting is exquisite. I recall that Du Qingke, the current head of the Du family, once painted peach blossoms during a palace banquet hosted by the Previous Emperor."

    "You may not know of him," Consort Dowager Zhao added, picking up a brush to write Du Qingke¡¯s name on paper. "He is the elder uncle of Princess Consort Jing. In his youth, his skill in painting pleased the Previous Emperor greatly."

    "I never studied calligraphy in my youth, so my handwriting is poor." She set the brush down and smiled at Prince Chen as he approached. "Forgive this old one for embarrassing you and the Princess Consort."

    "Your handwriting is already excellent," Prince Chen said, bowing to her after reading the name on the paper. "Thank you, Consort Dowager, for the gift of wine."

    "Old age makes one weary of movement. Now that the wine has been given away, this old one¡¯s heart is at ease." She crumpled the paper bearing Du Qingke¡¯s name. "After fifty years in this palace, I¡¯ve seen enough of life¡¯s rise and fall to grow indifferent to affairs. If the peach blossom wine pleases Your Highness, you may return for its recipe."

    "My gratitude, Consort Dowager."

    "No need for thanks." She smiled. "Though my mind grows dull, I have not forgotten the kindness you and your mother have shown me these past ten years. Age brings fatigue¡ªI must retire now."

    "Consort Dowager, let me escort you," Jiuzhu said, carefully supporting her.

    "How could I trouble the Princess Consort and His Highness during your painting?"

    "The peach blossoms will not wither in a day. If we do not paint today, there is always tomorrow." Jiuzhu smiled. "I will only be at ease once I¡¯ve seen you safely back to the palace."

    "Then I shall trouble the Princess Consort." Consort Dowager Zhao patted Jiuzhu¡¯s hand where it rested on her arm, her eyes warm with affection.

    "Meow." The plump cat, as if afraid of burdening the old consort, leaped into Jiuzhu¡¯s arms instead, curling up comfortably in her hold.

    Consort Dowager Zhao chuckled, stroking its head. "It knows who can hold it steady."

    "Truly a clever cat, worthy of being raised by Your Highness."

    ---

    Lingzhou

    The courier had driven several horses to exhaustion, climbed countless mountains, and trekked along narrow paths before finally finding the small Taoist temple half-hidden by ancient trees deep in the wilderness.

    The temple seemed long abandoned, overgrown with weeds, its walls peeling and weathered. Stubborn grasses sprouted between broken tiles, swaying in the mountain breeze.

    The courier couldn¡¯t help but wonder¡ªcould anyone truly live in such a ruined place?

    What had the Ming family been thinking, sending their own daughter here?

    Even if she didn¡¯t starve, weren¡¯t they afraid wild beasts would carry her off?

    "I come on the Princess Consort¡¯s orders to deliver a letter to the master. Is she present?"

    "Who goes there?"

    The worn wooden door creaked open, revealing a woman in a blue robe. Neither plump nor thin, her gentle features made it impossible to guess her age.

    "I bear a letter from the Princess Consort." The courier stepped through the weeds, presenting a thick envelope.

    The woman¡¯s gaze swept over the name "Ming Jiuzhu" before she accepted it. "Did the young mistress say anything else?"

    "The Princess Consort said you would understand upon reading it." The courier bowed. "I will wait at the foot of the mountain for two days before returning."

    The woman studied him. "The messengers the Ming family sent before were not you."

    "I am not of the Ming household. The Princess Consort once showed me kindness, so I deliver this letter in her stead."

    The courier knew recluses were easily deceived¡ªespecially those cut off from the world in remote places like this.

    "I see." The woman nodded. "Understood."

    Once he left, another woman in gray robes dropped silently from a tree. Without even opening the letter, she scoffed. "The handwriting resembles Jiuzhu¡¯s, but when has she ever sent us a letter without stuffing it full of gifts?"

    The blue-robed woman unfolded the letter, and a painting slipped out.

    It depicted a woman trapped in the depths of the palace, weeping but unable to escape¡ªa desperate plea for help conveyed in every stroke.

    "Such a shoddy forgery¡ªhow dare they claim this was painted by our Jiuzhu?" The blue-robed woman was aghast.

 Chapter 94

    ¡°What kind of painting is this?¡± The woman in gray robes took the painting, her expression growing increasingly strange as she examined it. ¡°Who would use such a painting to impersonate Jiuzhu? Are they out of their mind?¡±

    ¡°What about the letter?¡±

    ¡°I haven¡¯t read it yet.¡± The woman in green robes found the letter and handed it directly to her. ¡°Here, Eldest Sister.¡±

    The two huddled together to read the letter, then fell into silence.

    ¡°The mastermind behind this really must be a fool,¡± the woman in green¡ªJiuzhu¡¯s Second Master¡ªtossed the envelope onto the stone table. ¡°Our Jiuzhu would never let palace maids and eunuchs bully her, nor would she weep under the moonlight¡­¡±

    ¡°Mm.¡± The Eldest Master glanced at the dilapidated Taoist temple. ¡°The roof of our temple needs repairs. It¡¯s rare to encounter a scammer¡ªwe can¡¯t let him get away.¡±

    ¡°But¡­¡± The Second Master hesitated. ¡°Won¡¯t we scare him off?¡±

    ¡°Since he¡¯s already here, he can¡¯t just leave so easily.¡±

    The messenger waited at the foot of the mountain for two days. When he returned to the temple, he spotted the woman he had met earlier standing anxiously at the end of the path, as if relieved to see him.

    ¡°Reverend, have you read the Princess Consort¡¯s letter? What do you intend to do?¡±

    ¡°We raised Miss Ming with our own hands. How could I bear to see her suffer in the capital?¡± The woman¡¯s face was full of worry. ¡°Is Prince Chen treating her poorly?¡±

    ¡°Ah, Prince Chen has always been arrogant and domineering, with terrible relations with the civil officials. The Princess Consort is from the Ming family¡ªhow could the prince truly care for her?¡± Seeing the woman so flustered she didn¡¯t know what to do with her hands, the messenger felt a surge of satisfaction. She was easy to manipulate.

    ¡°I must go to the capital to see her at once.¡±

    The messenger¡¯s eyes lit up.

    ¡°But¡­¡±

    ¡°But what?¡± His heart tightened. His Highness had specifically ordered him to bring the Taoist masters who raised Ming Jiuzhu to the capital¡ªonly then could they turn her into a pawn in their plans.

    ¡°But my Eldest Sister is frail. If I take her to the capital, I fear her health won¡¯t hold up. Yet if I leave her here alone, the mountains lack food and supplies, and the roof still leaks. I can¡¯t rest easy.¡±

    ¡°These are trivial matters. Grain, oil, rice, and temple repairs¡ªI¡¯ll handle everything.¡± The messenger thought to himself: as long as he could coax them to the capital, renovating the temple was nothing.

    ¡°How could we trouble you to spend¡ª¡±

    ¡°Reverend, don¡¯t say such things. The Princess Consort is my great benefactor. Renovating the temple for her masters is the least I can do.¡± The messenger clasped his hands in salute. ¡°Please wait here. I¡¯ll go prepare at once.¡±

    ¡°Kind patron, kind patron¡ª¡±

    The messenger hurried off, afraid that if he slowed down, the woman might change her mind.

    Two hours later, he returned with a group of workers, hammering and sawing away. They even cleared the weeds from the mountain path, leaving it spotless.

    ¡°Reverend, rest assured. In less than five days, your temple will be completely renewed.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, kind patron.¡± The woman smiled. ¡°Since you¡¯ve come to the temple, why not join me in paying respects at the main hall?¡±

    ¡°After you, Reverend.¡±

    Stepping into the main hall, the messenger was surprised to see the shabby space enshrined only the Three Pure Ones. No other deities were present, making it seem stark and impoverished.

    ¡°Forgive our humble temple. We lack the funds to gild the statues of the Heavenly Lords.¡± The woman handed him incense. ¡°Kind patron, please.¡±

    The three statues looked ancient but not broken. Kneeling on the cushion, the messenger couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that their eyes were fixed on him.

    He hastily lit the incense, not daring to meet their gaze. ¡°Reverend, I would be honored to gild these statues.¡±

    Before setting out, his superior had given him two hundred taels of silver. At this rate, he¡¯d be begging before even reaching the capital.

    But to gain the woman¡¯s trust, he had no choice but to spend it.

    That night, he sent a carrier pigeon with a message, begging his superior to send funds from their agents in Lingzhou.

    This wretched temple was bleeding him dry.

    Four days later, clutching his empty purse, the messenger forced a smile as he surveyed the newly gilded statues, the stocked pantry, the fresh furniture, and the freshly painted walls. ¡°Every day we delay, the Princess Consort suffers. Reverend, please accompany me to the capital today.¡±

    ¡°Very well.¡± The woman nodded. ¡°Behind the temple is a flower field. Miss Ming loved these flowers as a child. Would you gather some for her?¡±

    The messenger wanted to argue that even the most beautiful flowers would wilt before reaching the capital.

    ¡°Of course. Please wait a moment.¡± No matter¡ªas long as she followed him to the capital, he could endure it.

    ¡°Thank you.¡±

    The woman watched as he stepped into the flower field, smiling when he suddenly collapsed face-first into the blossoms.

    ¡°Ah, how forgetful of me. I forgot to warn you¡ªthese flowers are poisonous. Their scent induces unconsciousness.¡± She walked over to the unconscious messenger, pulled a rope from her sleeve, and tied him up tightly before dragging him out of the field.

    ¡°According to the laws of the Great Cheng, impersonating a noble¡¯s servant for fraud and deceit warrants at least ten years of hard labor¡ªtwenty, at most.¡± The Second Master clapped her hands, nudging the unconscious man with her foot before looking up at the Eldest Master perched on the roof. ¡°Eldest Sister, have the authorities arrived yet?¡±

    ¡°They¡¯ll be here soon.¡± She nibbled on the pastries the messenger had brought up the mountain and sighed. ¡°Such a foolish yet wealthy scammer¡ªso useful.¡±

    ¡°Indeed.¡± The Second Master nodded. ¡°I hope two more come along next time.¡±

    Scammers this good were hard to come by.

    ¡°Your Highness.¡± A blue-robed eunuch hurried into the courtyard, spotting the Fourth Prince¡¯s consort and promptly bowing. ¡°Greetings to Your Highness and the Princess Consort.¡±

    ¡°At ease.¡± Yun Yanze turned to Sun Caiyao. ¡°Caiyao, the peach blossoms outside are in full bloom. Why not take Bai Shao for a stroll?¡±

    ¡°Very well.¡± Sun Caiyao recognized this eunuch¡ªit was he who had informed Yun Yanze of Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s whereabouts at the Taoist temple half a month ago.

    ¡°What happened?¡± Once Sun Caiyao left, Yun Yanze¡¯s smile vanished.

    ¡°Eleventh has been thrown into prison.¡±

    ¡°What?¡± Yun Yanze thought he¡¯d misheard. ¡°Explain.¡±

    ¡°He¡­ he was exposed.¡± The eunuch shrank back. ¡°The masters who raised the Princess Consort of Chen realized he was a fraud and reported him to the authorities.¡±

    ¡°Two old women from the remote mountains¡ªeven if they noticed something off, he should¡¯ve escaped. How did they even get the chance to report him?¡± Yun Yanze took a deep breath. ¡°Make sure he keeps his mouth shut.¡±

    ¡°Your Highness need not worry. We¡¯ve already arranged it.¡±

    ¡°Not worry?¡± Yun Yanze let out a mocking laugh, glaring at the eunuch. ¡°How can I not worry?¡±

    Each of these men was a carefully trained agent, yet they¡¯d been outsmarted by a pair of old women and handed over to the authorities. What a joke.

    Sun Caiyao sat in the courtyard, watching the dejected eunuch leave before lowering her gaze. ¡°Bai Shao, tell me¡ªwhat is so special about Ming Jiuzhu?¡±

    Bai Shao bowed her head. ¡°This servant does not know.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re not a man, so of course you wouldn¡¯t understand.¡± Sun Caiyao stood and walked toward the peach grove¡ªrumored to have been planted by the Emperor himself for Empress Su.

    Bai Shao followed behind her: "The Princess Consort of Chen spends all her time with Prince Chen. Even if she is truly likable, it¡¯s Prince Chen who finds her so. There¡¯s no need for you to dwell on what makes her appealing to men."

    "Aunt Bai Shao," Sun Caiyao stopped and turned to look at her, "your words sound as if you¡¯re defending Ming Jiuzhu."

    "This servant wouldn¡¯t dare. I merely wish to spare you the trouble of concerning yourself with irrelevant people." Bai Shao curtsied. "Your Highness, the Princess Consort of Chen, now married, can never be a threat to you."

    "Yes, she never was." Sun Caiyao suddenly deflated, standing outside the peach grove. She knew none of this had anything to do with Ming Jiuzhu.

    But if she couldn¡¯t blame her, who else was there to resent?

    Herself? Or His Highness?

    That white-robed young man on horseback had been so dazzlingly radiant. For the first time in her dull, rule-bound life, she had secretly allowed herself to fall in love.

    "The peach blossoms are about to wither."

    "Reluctant to see them fade?"

    "Flowers bloom and fall as they should. I¡¯m just counting how many months until we can eat peaches."

    "Come here."

    "What for?"

    "Jump up. I¡¯ll carry you on my back."

    "Won¡¯t others see?"

    "Let them see. It¡¯s only natural for this prince to carry his own wife. Who would dare gossip?"

    "Alright!" Jiuzhu happily threw herself onto Prince Chen¡¯s back, resting her head against his shoulder. After just two steps, she clutched her head. "Your Highness, lower yourself a bit¡ªquick, quick! My hair¡¯s caught on the peach branches!"

    Sun Caiyao watched from a distance as Ming Jiuzhu, her hair tangled in the branches, exchanged silly smiles with Prince Chen. She silently retreated a few steps, ensuring they wouldn¡¯t notice her.

    "My fault for being too tall." Prince Chen eyed the stray lock of hair dangling in front of Jiuzhu¡¯s face, suppressing a laugh as he bent his head toward her. "Here, you can pull my hair if you want."

    "No, that would hurt." Jiuzhu blew at the unruly strand, then took Prince Chen¡¯s hand. "Never mind. Just lead me back."

    The palace maids and eunuchs behind them stifled giggles.

    Prince Chen glanced at the snickering attendants, then swept Jiuzhu into his arms. "Let¡¯s go back to the palace. No more laughing for them."

    Jiuzhu nestled against his chest, laughing first herself.

    Sun Caiyao watched as peach blossoms rained down upon them, as if such beauty, such liveliness, such joy were always meant to be theirs.

    Even disturbing this warmth would feel like a sin.

    "Bai Shao," Sun Caiyao murmured dazedly, "I¡­"

    I envy her.

    The realization filled her with shame.

    When had she become so ugly?

    Back at Kirin Palace, after her nap, Jiuzhu sat before the mirror fixing her hair. A servant announced that Consort Zhang and Princess Roude had arrived with gifts.

    "Invite them in."

    Outside ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Kirin Palace, Consort Zhang repeatedly warned her daughter not to provoke the Princess Consort of Chen.

    "That woman is ruthless¡ªshe once stabbed a doll inscribed with her birthdate without batting an eye." The memory still made Consort Zhang¡¯s legs tremble.

    She had always bullied the weak and feared the strong, and Ming Jiuzhu was the kind of strong she dreaded.

    Women who made empty threats weren¡¯t truly formidable. Those like Ming Jiuzhu were the real danger.

    "Mother, you don¡¯t need to remind me. I remember." Princess Roude gazed at the Kirin Palace plaque. More than Ming Jiuzhu, she feared her younger brother, Yun Duqing.

    "Your Highness, Princess Roude, Consort Zhang, our princess consort invites you in." S§×arch* The ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Princess Roude knew Ming Jiuzhu had little interest in idle chatter. After exchanging greetings, she cut straight to the point. "I¡¯ve come to thank you, sister-in-law."

    The incident involving witchcraft¡ªa grave taboo in the palace¡ªwould have implicated countless servants had Ming Jiuzhu not dismissed the cursed doll as a mere cloth plaything. Thanks to her, Consort Zhang and Princess Roude could still sit here unharmed.

    "No thanks are necessary. I only spoke the truth." Jiuzhu set down her teacup. "Please don¡¯t dwell on it."

    "There¡¯s another matter I wished to share." Princess Roude continued, "A maid in my service has a fellow villager working in the Palace Administration Bureau. She recently learned that someone has been inquiring about your handwriting and the location of the Taoist temple where you stayed in Lingzhou."

    "I don¡¯t know their intentions, but I thought you should be aware, so you can take precautions." Princess Roude stood. "Now that my message is delivered, I¡¯ll take my leave."

    In the palace, no secret remained hidden forever¡ªonly the willingness to keep it varied.

    "Thank you for telling me." Jiuzhu rose.

    "No need. You helped my mother greatly. Repaying you with a tidbit of information is my gain."

    In the palace, debts of gratitude were best settled early.

    After Consort Zhang and Princess Roude departed, Chunfen whispered to Jiuzhu, "Miss, Princess Roude likely knows who¡¯s investigating you."

    "That doesn¡¯t matter." Jiuzhu rubbed her chin. "What puzzles me is why they¡¯d go through the trouble of asking the Palace Administration Bureau when they could simply check the Imperial Astronomical Bureau for such details?"

    If someone so inept truly intended to scheme against her two masters¡­

    "Supreme Taiyi, Deliverer of Calamities." Jiuzhu murmured the Taoist incantation.

    If anyone sought out her masters, it would be their own karma to bear.

    They sowed the cause; her masters would deliver the consequence.

    No delay in between.

 Chapter 95

    It is well known among scholars that aristocratic families love to host refined gatherings where they don wide-sleeved robes, drink wine, and sip tea, all in an air of cultivated elegance.

    Yet they look down upon scholars of humble origins, considering them vulgar and unworthy of sitting among their company.

    "The imperial princes are all confined within the palace. We can only guess at His Majesty''s intentions," Family Head A remarked, flicking his wide sleeve as he lifted a wine cup and admired the scenery. "The peach blossoms bloom late in the mountains¡ªfar more enchanting than the view below."

    A maidservant at his side refilled his cup.

    "Brother Du," Family Head A raised his wine cup. "Come, let us drink."

    "Wine is unnecessary. The tea here is excellent, and the view even better," Du Qingke swirled the tea in his cup. "I wonder, are the esteemed family heads in good spirits today?"

    "What do you mean by that, Brother Du?"

    "Nothing in particular. Only that I¡¯ve heard a certain prince in the palace has been assisting His Majesty in reviewing memorials lately," Du Qingke poured his tea onto the grass beside him. "If you keep debating like this, you¡¯ll still have nothing useful to say by the time the new emperor ascends the throne."

    "What a pity the Fourth Prince has fallen from favor. Had he remained, his temperament would have ensured our aristocratic families were treated with respect upon his enthronement," Family Head B sighed. "Ruined by the Zheng family¡ªhe¡¯ll never touch the throne now."

    "It must not be Prince Huai. Over the years, he has grown close to those upstarts from humble backgrounds, often ignoring us old aristocratic families altogether."

    A servant poured Du Qingke another cup of tea. As the family heads murmured among themselves, he lazily observed a pair of butterflies flitting through the distant flowers.

    "If it weren¡¯t for the assassination attempt on the Fourth Prince, none of the subsequent troubles would have arisen."

    "Who can say who was truly behind it? All four princes had their stipends reduced, and the Fourth Prince was demoted from prince to commandery prince¡ªthere must be more to it than meets the eye."

    Du Qingke smiled faintly but paid them no mind. He reached out, attempting to catch a butterfly fluttering past him, but such beautiful creatures have wings¡ªhuman hands can seldom grasp them.

    His smile faded slightly as he noticed figures approaching along the distant path. His relaxed posture straightened into one of dignified composure.

    "Well, Fifth Brother?" Prince An panted as he climbed the hill. "Isn¡¯t the scenery here particularly splendid?"

    He glanced at his composed younger brother and sister-in-law, then at his own energetic princess consort, before stiffening his back to feign ease. "The peach blossoms below have already withered, but up here, they¡¯re still in full bloom."

    Upon ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????hearing that Princess Consort of Chen enjoyed peach blossoms, he had gone out of his way to find this spot and invited them for a hike.

    Brotherly affection, after all, is nurtured through such gestures.

    Jiuzhu looked at Prince An, whose legs were visibly trembling from exhaustion, yet he pretended otherwise. Unable to bring herself to deny the beauty of the place, she nodded. "The verdant hills and vibrant blossoms make for a rare and splendid sight."

    Pleased by her praise, Prince An smiled in relief¡ªhis efforts had not been in vain.

    The mountain wind was strong, their sleeves fluttering noisily. In the distance, Jiuzhu spotted a flat clearing where several men sat on the ground, dressed in loose, carefree robes that should have lent them an air of scholarly abandon. Instead, their hair was tousled wildly by the wind, some strands thinning so much they looked almost¡­ unsavory.

    A young attendant, unfamiliar with Prince Chen and Prince An, stepped forward to intercept them. "Esteemed guests, several family heads are holding a refined gathering here. Might you kindly take another path?"

    "Ha!" Prince An stared at the attendant. "Under the Son of Heaven¡¯s very feet, someone dares to shoo us away?"

    "Is this mountain private property?" Prince Chen asked.

    The attendant shook his head.

    "Then why should we take another path?" Ignoring the attendant, Prince Chen took Jiuzhu¡¯s hand and strode past him toward the family heads.

    "Even if it were private, your masters should welcome us with open arms," Prince An chuckled at the attendant¡¯s indignation. "All land under heaven belongs to the sovereign¡ªdon¡¯t you know that?"

    Even the Emperor¡¯s bedchamber was open to Prince Chen at will, let alone a mere mountain.

    "Noble guests, please sto¡ª"

    With a metallic hiss, the Imperial Guards drew their blades. The attendant fell silent at the sight of the gleaming steel.

    Hearing the unsheathing of weapons, the conversing family heads startled, setting down their cups to scrutinize the unexpected arrivals.

    "Your Highnesses Prince Chen, Prince An." Du Qingke rose and approached with a bow. "This humble official greets you and your princess consorts."

    Prince Chen spared him a glance before looking past him at the seated family heads.

    "How unfortunate," Prince Chen arched a brow. "I¡¯ve interrupted your leisure."

    The family heads hurried to their feet to bow.

    "You honor us too much, Your Highness. We were merely enjoying tea and the scenery. If you would deign to join us, we would be honored to share a humble cup," one said, eyeing the armed guards. "But blades are perilous¡ªspare the poor attendant his fright."

    "Yet the moment we ascended, you demanded we detour," Prince Chen laughed softly. "One might think your presence alone bars others from passing."

    "Lord Du, this empire bears the surname Yun," he stepped past Du Qingke. "The realm belongs to our Yun family, and to all its people. Your esteemed families act with undue presumption."

    The family heads: "¡­"

    Was it not excessive for him, backed by armed guards, to accuse them of overbearing behavior?

    "The attendant was ignorant. I beg Your Highness¡¯s forgiveness," Du Qingke clasped his hands in apology.

    Prince Chen ignored him, turning instead to Jiuzhu. "Little Ming Pig, shall I have someone catch you a butterfly or two to play with?"

    "Butterflies?" Jiuzhu reached up and effortlessly plucked one from the air, holding it out to Prince Chen but keeping it from his touch. "Though beautiful, this kind feeds on poisonous plants. The powder on their wings is toxic¡ªbest not to touch it, Your Highness."

    With that, she opened her fingers, and the butterfly fluttered away in haste.

    "You grabbed a poisonous butterfly with your bare hands?" Prince Chen¡¯s expression darkened as he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her hands clean. "Have you lost your senses?"

    "You mentioned wanting to catch one, so I thought I¡¯d show you," Jiuzhu replied, washing her hands with water poured by an attending eunuch.

    Prince An gaped at the scene. His sister-in-law had caught a butterfly¡ªalive!¡ªwith her bare hands. What manner of skill was this?

    Prince Chen had seen palace ladies chase butterflies in the imperial gardens and assumed Jiuzhu might enjoy the same. He hadn¡¯t expected this reaction. Fetching a fresh handkerchief, he dried her hands. "Very well, my mistake."

    His mistake for bringing it up.

    Jiuzhu¡¯s gaze drifted to where the family heads had been seated. Wine cups and fruit lay scattered about, and several thinly clad women knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed to the earth, their faces and ages indiscernible.

    The mountain wind howled, and she feared it might sweep them away.

    "Who are these women?" Princess Consort An also noticed the kneeling figures.

    "Reporting to Princess Consort An, these are the wine-pouring girls purchased from Lingzhou," answered a drunken Family Head A with a tipsy grin. "Lingzhou boasts not only beautiful landscapes but even more beautiful women. The wine poured by their delicate, boneless hands carries an exceptional fragrance."

    Hearing this, Du Qingke frowned. What an idiot¡ªhow could he say such things in front of the two princess consorts? Especially when Princess Consort Chen had grown up in Lingzhou.

    "Speaking of Lingzhou women, their waists are soft, their beauty unmatched¡ª"

    Prince Chen kicked him hard, sending him tumbling across the ground, his drunkenness knocked out of him in an instant.

    "Your Highness, forgive this lowly official! I spoke recklessly under the influence of wine!" The man scrambled to his knees, not daring to stand.

    The other family heads fell silent, none daring to utter a word.

    Du Qingke sneered inwardly at their cowardly display.

    These useless, spineless fools still dream of restoring their families'' former glory?

    "Drinking harms the body, and drunkenness leads to loose tongues," Prince Chen said coldly, not even glancing at the man he had kicked. "Though you hold no high-ranking court positions, you are still officials of the court. Drinking and reveling in the wilderness¡ªwhat kind of behavior is this?"

    He gestured to the Imperial Guards. "Check who among them is drunk. Record their names and report them to the Ministry of Personnel¡ªstrip them of their positions."

    "Your Highness¡ª" Another family head gasped in shock.

    "What?" Prince Chen arched a brow. "You don¡¯t seem drunk. Would you like to join them in being dismissed?"

    The man, who had intended to plead for his companions, immediately lowered his head in silence.

    Prince An, standing nearby, glanced at the family heads and shook his head inwardly.

    The saying "wine brings trouble" held truth. Had they not been drunk, who would have dared to speak of Lingzhou women in such a way in front of Prince Chen?

    Was there anyone left in the capital who didn¡¯t know of Prince Chen¡¯s deep affection for his princess consort?

    "The most beautiful scenery is meaningless without the right mood to appreciate it," Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu. "Jiuzhu, let¡¯s go elsewhere¡ª"

    Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream tore through the air.

    Jiuzhu turned in surprise, but Prince Chen swiftly covered her eyes.

    "Don¡¯t look," he murmured, pulling her into his embrace as he watched the family head convulse on the ground, clutching his neck.

    In extreme pain and terror, a person¡¯s face could twist into something monstrous. Embedded in the man¡¯s neck was a golden hairpin¡ªits entire length buried deep, leaving only the ornamented tip visible.

    The one who had stabbed him was none other than the "delicate, boneless" wine-pouring girl he had praised moments ago.

    No one could fathom the depth of hatred that had driven this frail-looking woman to strike so viciously.

    "Stay back!" The wine-pouring girl retreated to the cliff¡¯s edge, her voice trembling. "When you bought me, you promised to treat my little sister¡¯s illness. But the moment I signed the contract, you threw her from the carriage!"

    "You beasts¡ªyou all deserve to die!" Her shoulders shook violently¡ªnot just from fear, but from fury. She had hesitated before, knowing that if she acted, the other Lingzhou girls would suffer.

    But when this prince and his consort appeared, when Prince Chen kicked that beastly family head to the ground¡ªshe knew her chance had come.

    With nobles like them present, these monsters wouldn¡¯t dare retaliate against the other girls.

    "You call yourselves noble families, lofty and untouchable, but you¡¯re nothing but animals!" Her thin robes fluttered in the wind. "You will pay for this!"

    With that, she turned to leap off the cliff.

    "Stop her!" The Imperial Guards lunged forward¡ªbut they were too late.

    Or so they thought.

    Princess Consort Chen yanked her back.

    Wait¡ª

    Princess Consort Chen had pulled her back?!

    "No matter the grievance, it should be resolved by the authorities," Jiuzhu pinned the desperate girl to the ground, preventing another attempt. "Don¡¯t you want to see these criminals face justice?"

    "Princess Consort, this woman is a murderer," Du Qingke spoke up, studying the seemingly naive royal consort for the first time. "Even if handed to the authorities, as a servant who killed her master, she faces execution."

    "Her guilt and punishment are for the law to decide," Jiuzhu replied without looking up.

    "If she helps uncover major crimes, she may yet redeem herself," Prince Chen ordered the Imperial Guards to take the wine-pouring girls away. The convulsing family head was also restrained¡ªshielded from the princess consorts¡¯ view.

    He leaned close to Jiuzhu¡¯s ear. "You," he whispered, "are trying to scare me to death, aren¡¯t you?" She had darted out faster than a monkey before he could react.

    "Don¡¯t worry, Your Highness," Jiuzhu whispered back. "I¡¯m strong. These family heads should all be thoroughly investigated."

    "Second Brother," Prince Chen approached Prince An. "Today¡¯s scenery was indeed... unique." S§×ar?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Prince An¡¯s face was ashen. He clung to his princess consort, unable to speak for a long moment.

    He had only wanted to follow his younger brother for a pleasant outing¡ªnot witness a hairpin stabbing.

    Du Qingke watched the arrested family heads being led away, his smile vanishing entirely.

    What kind of fools were these?

    Instead of being useful, they had only dragged everyone down.

    "Second Brother," Prince Chen asked quietly, "who told you the peach blossoms here were in full bloom?"

 Chapter 96

    "Who said that?" Prince An was utterly baffled by Prince Chen''s question. "My mother told me. Is there... a problem with that?"

    Though there had been a minor mishap, the scenery here was indeed quite lovely.

    Princess Consort An and Jiuzhu both turned to look at him, while Prince Chen''s expression grew inscrutable. "Consort L¨¹ has long resided deep within the palace. How would she know the flowers here bloom so beautifully?"

    Princess Consort An sensed something amiss. Seeing her husband still oblivious to the gravity of the situation, she quickly interjected, "Fifth Brother, my prince has always been a bit absent-minded. Why don¡¯t we return to the palace and ask your mother directly?"

    "Second Sister-in-law is right." Prince Chen nodded, glancing at the noble family heads who were now muffled by the Imperial Guards and could no longer wail. He motioned to one of the guards and whispered a few instructions.

    "Little Piglet, let¡¯s go back to the palace." Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu and noticed her gaze lingering on the wine-serving maids. Leaning close, he murmured, "Don¡¯t worry. The magistrate of the capital¡¯s administrative office is a fair and upright official, born of humble origins. He won¡¯t favor the noble families."

    "I know." The first time she had walked the streets of the capital, she had recognized this as a prosperous and peaceful era.

    Yet even in such times, some still suffered.

    Fortunately, there were those who could bring them justice.

    Suddenly, she understood why her father and uncles, even when their entire family was exiled, had refused to yield to corrupt rulers.

    To serve a wise sovereign and protect the peace of the people¡ªthat was their choice.

    When she was first reunited with her family, her parents had been full of remorse. But she knew that even if given another chance, they would make the same decision.

    And she bore no resentment.

    Only with more officials like her father and uncles could the common people enjoy true peace and stability.

    "Your Highness." She placed her hand in Prince Chen¡¯s palm. "His Majesty is a good emperor."

    Prince Chen was momentarily taken aback before smiling. "You¡¯re right. But you left something out."

    "What did I miss?"

    "Yun Duqing is an excellent prince."

    "Yes." Jiuzhu nodded. "Your Highness is an excellent prince."

    Yu Jian led the Imperial Guards up the mountain, trailed by two physicians carrying medicine chests.

    "These noble families come all the way up here just to drink tea and wine, and now they¡¯ve been ambushed. Getting them back down will be a nightmare," one guard muttered to his companion. "Wasn¡¯t that scholar Prince Chen publicly mocked over a year ago also from a noble family?"

    As he recalled, it had started when a noble-born scholar ridiculed a military officer, sparking a dispute. The situation had escalated so badly that the Imperial Guards had dispatched two full squads, fearing an outright brawl. But by the time they arrived, the officer hadn¡¯t clashed with the noble family¡¯s guards¡ªinstead, Prince Chen, astride a towering white horse, had verbally eviscerated the scholar until he slunk away in shame.

    From then on, Prince Chen¡¯s already shaky reputation among scholars and literati had plummeted further.

    "I remember that! We were both there," the other guard chimed in. "Those noble scholars were silver-tongued. If not for Prince Chen, those officers would¡¯ve been at a disadvantage."

    "Wait¡ªisn¡¯t that Prince Chen coming down the mountain now?" The first guard squinted at the approaching entourage. "It really is him."

    Yu Jian halted, his only thought: Not him again.

    "Greetings to Prince An, Prince Chen, and their esteemed consorts." Yu Jian clasped his fists in salute.

    "Perfect timing." Prince Chen, unsurprised to see him, gestured toward the mountain. "Arrest every noble family head up there."

    "All ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????of them?" Yu Jian hesitated. "Your Highness, you mean to take them all to the capital¡¯s administrative office?"

    "Investigate first. Release those proven innocent."

    "Fifth Brother." Prince An tugged at Prince Chen¡¯s sleeve, lowering his voice. "Du Qingke enjoys a sterling reputation among scholars, and he¡¯s the elder brother of Third Brother¡¯s wife. Wouldn¡¯t detaining him cause complications?"

    He had always known his younger brother was bold, but this was beyond reckless.

    "If he¡¯s innocent, the authorities will let him go. If guilty, his connections won¡¯t save him." Prince Chen replied. "Second Brother, don¡¯t worry. If Third Sister-in-law complains, she can take it up with me."

    Whether he¡¯d humor her was another matter entirely.

    "It¡¯s not just that. Since we¡¯re in this together, we share the responsibility." Remembering the plight of the wine-serving maids¡ªand his own need for Prince Chen¡¯s support¡ªPrince An steeled himself. "You¡¯re right. Regardless of status, guilt or innocence is for the law to decide."

    Prince Chen turned to him, a faint smile playing on his lips.

    "Second Brother, such valor."

    Prince An managed a strained smile.

    Valor was irrelevant. What mattered was that he couldn¡¯t turn a blind eye now.

    When the Imperial Guards reached the mountaintop, the two physicians examined the nobleman with a hairpin lodged in his neck¡ªnow unconscious from pain¡ªand exchanged grave looks.

    "Young Commander." One physician bowed to Yu Jian. "This injury is dire. His chances are slim."

    "Do your best to save him." Yu Jian had little sympathy for this lecherous tyrant who oppressed the common folk. Were it not for the risk to the maid who¡¯d stabbed him, he wouldn¡¯t bother.

    "Lord Du, please come with me." Yu Jian approached Du Qingke and saluted.

    "Who dares authorize you to arrest me?" Du Qingke glared at this lowly sixth-rank guard, clasping his hands behind his back. "When servants assault officials, you target me instead?"

    "I act by the law. I beg your understanding." Yu Jian¡¯s hand brushed the manacles at his waist, their metallic clink deliberate. "Given Lord Du¡¯s renowned virtue, I¡¯d prefer not to resort to restraints."

    Du Qingke sneered. "Very well, let¡¯s go."

    A mere guard wouldn¡¯t dare this without backing.

    Who was behind it?

    Prince Chen?

    Consort L¨¹ was secretly enjoying a pungent but delicious street snack in her chambers when her son requested an audience. She hastily ordered the maids to remove the food, rinsed her mouth, and washed her hands.

    "Light the incense too," she added, recalling the fragrant gifts from Consort Wei. "Those sachets from Consort Wei are quite pleasant."

    The moment Jiuzhu stepped into the main hall, the overpowering incense sent her into a sneezing fit. Prince Chen immediately shielded her nose and mouth with his sleeve, guiding her back outside. "Consort L¨¹, my wife cannot tolerate incense. Please remove it."

    "Quickly! Take the censers away and open all windows!" Flustered, Consort L¨¹ waited until the scent dissipated before inviting them back in. "Is Her Highness feeling better now?"

    "Thank you for your concern, Your Grace. My apologies for the trouble." Jiuzhu caught a faint, peculiar odor lingering in the room.

    "Everyone, please take your seats, don''t just stand there." Consort L¨¹ secretly glared at her son. Inviting Prince Chen over without giving her any prior notice¡ªwhat a useless boy.

    "Mother, your daughter-in-law bought some trinkets outside the palace earlier. Would you like to see if you like them?" Princess Consort An cheerfully sidled up to Consort L¨¹, coaxing her into delight with just a few words, quickly making her forget about her son.

    "Luckily, Mother told us about the scenic spot, or we wouldn¡¯t have been able to enjoy such beautiful views." Princess Consort An handed tea to Consort L¨¹. "Mother is so impressive, knowing all the beautiful sights in the capital without even leaving the palace."

    "It wasn¡¯t me who knew about them." Consort L¨¹ took a sip of tea and explained with a smile, "A few days ago, when Consort Xu fell ill, Consort Wei and I went to visit her. We heard about it from the people in Consort Xu¡¯s palace."

    "So it was someone from Consort Xu¡¯s palace who mentioned it." Princess Consort An glanced at Prince An. "How is Consort Xu¡¯s health now?"

    "Still the same. She¡¯s been bedridden for years, but fortunately, the Empress pities her and keeps her on good medicine. Though her spirits aren¡¯t the best, at least her life isn¡¯t in danger." At this, Consort L¨¹ smiled at Prince Chen and Jiuzhu. "Over the years, the Empress has always treated us well. If it were anyone else, our lives wouldn¡¯t be so comfortable and carefree."

    Half of this was flattery for the Empress in front of Prince Chen, and the other half was genuine.

    More importantly, she had made mistakes in the past while still in the imperial household, and all these years, she had been too guilty and uneasy to approach the Emperor.

    "We won¡¯t disturb Your Highness and Second Brother¡¯s family time. We¡¯ll take our leave now." Prince Chen stood up to bid farewell.

    "Stay for lunch before you go," Consort L¨¹ offered politely.

    "Alright, thank you for your hospitality." Jiuzhu immediately accepted.

    Prince Chen gave her a puzzled look but didn¡¯t question her, sitting back down instead.

    Consort L¨¹ was momentarily stunned¡ªwasn¡¯t that just a polite remark? Who actually takes those seriously?

    "It¡¯s my honor to have the two of you dine here." Consort L¨¹ quickly composed herself and ordered the kitchen to prepare the meal.

    Though she couldn¡¯t help but wonder¡ªPrince Chen never dined in other consorts¡¯ palaces. What was different today?

    Prince An, however, was inwardly thrilled. Did Fifth Brother¡¯s willingness to dine here mean he had successfully latched onto the right person?

    "You young people chat among yourselves. I¡¯ll go change my clothes." Consort L¨¹ leaned on her maid¡¯s arm and left the main hall. Only after stepping out did her smile fade. She turned to the eunuch who had accompanied Prince An earlier. "What happened when His Highness went out today?"

    They had specifically gone out to enjoy the scenery, yet they returned before noon. Something must have occurred.

    The eunuch glanced back at the main hall and quietly recounted the events to Consort L¨¹.

    "It¡¯s hardly surprising that those noble families would do such things." Consort L¨¹¡¯s tone dripped with undisguised disdain. "Back in the late Xiande era, the noble families were even more arrogant. I thought they¡¯d learned to behave after His Majesty ascended the throne, but it seems they still haven¡¯t learned their lesson." S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    The eunuch whispered, "Princess Consort Jing¡¯s uncle was also taken to the capital¡¯s magistrate office. That was¡­ His Highness and Prince Chen¡¯s decision."

    Consort L¨¹ fell silent for a moment before replying, "My son did well."

    All these years, she and her son had stayed out of court and harem affairs, not because they were weak, but to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Xiande era¡¯s end.

    "The order has been given. If Princess Consort Jing holds a grudge, I¡¯ll take responsibility." Consort L¨¹ glanced at the slightly uneasy eunuch. "Besides, Prince Chen is backing us up. What is there to fear?"

    "Sister-in-law," Jiuzhu said to Princess Consort An after Consort L¨¹ left, "the incense in Consort L¨¹¡¯s palace smells a bit odd."

    "R-really?" Princess Consort An hesitated to explain that her mother-in-law secretly indulged in street snacks, so she simply replied, "Thank you for the reminder. I¡¯ll have the imperial physician check the incense."

    Prince An, unaware of his mother¡¯s habits, paled at Jiuzhu¡¯s words and immediately sent for a physician skilled in medicinal herbs.

    "When I entered earlier, I also thought the incense smelled off," Prince An murmured to his wife. "Could someone have tampered with it?"

    Princess Consort An¡¯s smile stiffened. There was no tampering¡ªit was just that Consort L¨¹ had been sneaking snacks and hadn¡¯t fully aired out the smell.

    As for how she knew? Well, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law shared the same guilty pleasure of eating in secret.

    When the physician arrived and saw Prince Chen and his consort present, he paused briefly.

    The last time he was called to examine Consort Zhang¡¯s problematic sachet, these two had also been there.

    What kind of fate was this?

    "Your Highness, don¡¯t worry. The incense shouldn¡¯t be a major issue," Princess Consort An reassured her husband, whose face was still tense. "Perhaps Her Highness just changed the blend, and you¡¯re not used to the scent¡ª"

    "Your Highnesses, this incense does have a problem," the physician interrupted, setting down the incense and bowing. "Due to the preparation method, two of the herbs counteract each other. Prolonged exposure could weaken the spleen and stomach, leading to weight loss."

    "What?" Princess Consort An blurted out. "The odd smell wasn¡¯t because Mother was secretly eating?"

 Chapter 97

    The gazes of Jiuzhu, Prince Chen, and Prince An all turned toward Princess Consort An.

    Princess Consort An silently turned her head to look at the imperial physician, the only one who hadn¡¯t directed his gaze at her. "Sir, how many times has Her Highness used this incense in recent days? Could it harm her health?"

    "A few times won¡¯t have much effect," the physician glanced at her. The fact that she could still sneak snacks in secret meant her spleen and stomach were completely unaffected. S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "That¡¯s a relief." Princess Consort An exhaled in relief and had a palace maid give the physician a token of gratitude. She then turned to Prince An. "Your Highness, this incense was sent by Consort Wei. Should we¡­?"

    Since this involved another imperial consort, they, as juniors, dared not make a decision lightly.

    "Fifth Brother," Prince An, though timid by nature, found courage when it came to his mother¡¯s safety. "I wish to report this matter to the Empress."

    The Empress was the master of the inner palace. No matter how things unfolded, they could not bypass her.

    He didn¡¯t understand. Since childhood, he had been mediocre in both literary and martial pursuits, neither competing for power nor standing out. The most outrageous thing he¡¯d ever done was follow his brothers to Fourth Brother¡¯s residence to cook hotpot while the latter was injured.

    But it was Fifth Brother who had come up with the idea, and Eldest Brother who had ordered the servants to prepare everything. Even if Fourth Brother held a grudge, he shouldn¡¯t be the primary target.

    As for his mother, after the Emperor ascended the throne, she was granted the title of Consort. Over the years, her rank had never been promoted. The Emperor wouldn¡¯t even spare her a second glance when passing by.

    Who would go to such lengths to scheme against them?

    What was the point?

    Could it be to save the Emperor the expense of supporting their household?

    Suddenly, his expression changed, and he sharply turned to look at Prince Chen.

    Had someone discovered his successful attempt to latch onto Prince Chen¡¯s coattails and grown resentful?

    Or perhaps someone hated Prince Chen but couldn¡¯t touch him, so they took it out on him instead?

    He had always known that competing for the crown prince¡¯s position was fraught with danger, but he never imagined that even attaching himself to someone powerful carried risks.

    "It seems we won¡¯t be able to enjoy Consort Wei¡¯s lunch today," Prince Chen stood up and turned toward Consort L¨¹, who had just returned to the doorway. "Consort L¨¹, let¡¯s go pay a visit to Her Majesty the Empress."

    Consort L¨¹ hadn¡¯t expected that stepping out briefly would result in such a shift in the younger generation¡¯s demeanor. Uneasy, she asked, "What happened?"

    Had Prince Chen discovered her secret indulgence in stinky tofu, roasted pancakes, gray water rice cakes, and river snail noodles¡ªcommon street foods forbidden in the palace?

    Though palace rules prohibited outside food, such regulations were loosely enforced. Which consort hadn¡¯t secretly eaten something from beyond the palace walls?

    "Mother," Princess Consort An¡¯s face paled. "The incense Consort Wei sent you¡­ it¡¯s problematic."

    Of course, she didn¡¯t mention that she had accidentally let it slip.

    Consort L¨¹ paused briefly, then nodded at Prince Chen and Jiuzhu. "We should indeed visit Her Majesty. My matter will trouble the Empress."

    She looked at the four young people in the hall and sighed inwardly.

    The imperial family¡¯s descendants would inevitably reach this point.

    She only hoped the tragedies of the Xiande era would not repeat themselves with these princes.

    Consort Wei sat at the dining table, while Princess Consort Jing stood beside her serving dishes, her complexion noticeably pale.

    After a few servings, Consort Wei motioned for her to sit. "You look unwell. What¡¯s the matter?"

    "Mother, my family just sent word¡ªmy uncle was taken by the Imperial Guards to the capital¡¯s magistrate office for questioning," Princess Consort Jing replied with her head bowed, her tone exceedingly deferential. "I didn¡¯t mean to disturb your meal. Please forgive me."

    "What happened?"

    "I¡¯m not certain, but the order came from Prince Chen and Prince An." Princess Consort Jing forced a smile. "Prince Chen has had conflicts with noble families for the past two years. Perhaps another dispute arose."

    "Yun Duqing giving such an order doesn¡¯t surprise me, but Prince An? Since when did he have such nerve?" Consort Wei frowned.

    "Prince An has been trying to ingratiate himself with Prince Chen lately. Perhaps¡­" Princess Consort Jing lowered her voice, "he¡¯s pledged his allegiance."

    "Is he so certain Prince Chen will inherit the throne?" Consort Wei scoffed before adding, "Don¡¯t worry. The capital magistrate is an upright man. Even if it¡¯s Prince Chen¡¯s order, as long as Du Qingke is innocent, he¡¯ll return unharmed."

    Princess Consort Jing hesitated. "I¡¯m concerned¡­ Prince Chen might fabricate charges."

    Consort Wei gave her a mocking look. "Do you really think Yun Duqing needs to frame someone to deal with an official?"

    "Mother¡­"

    "Enough." Consort Wei cut her off. "No one in the palace is a fool. Don¡¯t play your little games in front of me."

    Princess Consort Jing¡¯s face whitened further.

    "Your Highness," a eunuch hurried in. "The Empress requests your presence."

    Consort Wei¡¯s brows furrowed. It was mealtime¡ªSu Meidai summoning her now couldn¡¯t mean anything good.

    She glanced at Princess Consort Jing. "Return to your palace and stay there. Don¡¯t meddle in affairs outside."

    With that, she hastened to Bright Moon Palace.

    Bright Moon Palace was the most unique residence in the imperial harem.

    The Emperor¡¯s dwelling was named Taiyang Palace, symbolizing the highest central point¡ªlike the sun at its zenith.

    The ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????sun and the moon were equals, peerless in dignity. What did that make the other palaces?

    Unremarkable stars in the night sky?

    Consort Wei gazed up at the plaque of Bright Moon Palace, inscribed by the Emperor himself after his ascension. From the very beginning, His Majesty had made it clear¡ªSu Meidai stood apart from all other consorts.

    "Consort Wei, please come this way." A palace maid ushered her inside.

    And then¡­ she saw a table full of people dining together, with Consort L¨¹ seated in a corner, eating with evident satisfaction.

    "Your humble servant greets the Empress," Consort Wei performed a deep bow.

    "You¡¯re here?" The Empress pointed to the empty seat beside Consort L¨¹. "Sit and eat with us."

    "Your Majesty, I¡¯ve already dined." Consort Wei¡¯s eyes swept over the gathering before settling on Ming Jiuzhu.

    Noticing her gaze, Jiuzhu looked up and met her eyes.

    Consort Wei smiled at her.

    "What are you staring at?" Prince Chen placed Jiuzhu¡¯s favorite dish into her bowl.

    Jiuzhu shook her head and leaned in to whisper, "Prince Jing and Consort Wei look so alike."

    "When it comes to insults, Little Pig Ming, you¡¯re a master." Prince Chen chuckled. "The palace says that among the five princes, Prince Jing is the most ordinary-looking. Yet you claim he resembles Consort Wei¡ªisn¡¯t that an insult?"

    "Who¡¯s judging by appearance?" Jiuzhu poked his shoulder lightly. "As the Buddhists say, ¡®Red cheeks today, bleached bones tomorrow.¡¯ Even the most beautiful become mere skeletons in death."

    "A girl raised in a Taoist temple quoting Buddhist philosophy?" Prince Chen handed her a bowl of soup. "Drink this first."

    At home, her mother watched her drink soup; in the palace, His Highness watched her drink soup¡ªJiuzhu felt like she had become a soup kettle. She lifted the bowl and gulped it down in one go, then set it aside and continued softly, "Buddhism and Taoism share kinship, but what I''m referring to isn''t their appearance¡ªit''s the feeling between that mother and son."

    They were clearly present, yet so easily overlooked.

    Her master once said that everyone in this world has a purpose for existing. If a person is consistently ignored in any setting, it can only mean they are deliberately minimizing their presence.

    Such a person was unlikely to give poisoned incense to other consorts in the palace, as it contradicted her usual low-profile behavior.

    Lunch took quite some time, and though the Empress Dowager hadn¡¯t told Consort Wei why she had been summoned, the latter stood quietly, posture humble and respectful, showing no trace of impatience.

    Whether it was the late Lady Zheng, executed by the Emperor, or Consort Zhang, both had been visibly nervous when visiting Bright Moon Palace alone.

    After observing Consort Wei for a while, Jiuzhu turned to Prince Chen and said, "I sense she has an affinity with Buddhism."

    With such a serene temperament, it was a shame she wasn¡¯t chanting sutras.

    "You, a traitor to Taoism, are now worrying about promoting Buddhism?" Prince Chen chuckled. "What if this is just false compassion? Wouldn¡¯t that tarnish Buddhism¡¯s reputation?"

    "Duqing, Jiuzhu, what are you two whispering about?" The Empress sighed as she noticed their heads close together. This was supposed to be a serious investigation in the imperial harem¡ªcouldn¡¯t they at least pretend to be solemn?

    "Your Majesty, we were discussing the future development of Buddhism and Taoism," Prince Chen declared shamelessly. "Since we have no say in harem matters, please don¡¯t mind us."

    The Empress: "..."

    She didn¡¯t want to mind them, but their blatant whispering was downright brazen.

    "Consort Wei," the Empress turned to her. "Are you aware that the incense you gave Consort L¨¹ was poisoned?"

    Jiuzhu noticed the flicker of genuine shock on Consort Wei¡¯s usually composed face¡ªan expression of unexpected disbelief. But she quickly exaggerated it, as if wanting everyone to witness her reaction.

    "Your Majesty, this concubine knows nothing of this," Consort Wei knelt. "Consort L¨¹ and I have no grievances¡ªwe even visit each other often. Why would I ever wish to harm her?"

    She then looked pleadingly at Consort L¨¹, but being naturally inarticulate, she could only stammer, "It wasn¡¯t me," and "Please believe me."

    "Calm down first. Tell us how this incense was made," the Empress took a sip of digestive tea. "Until the truth is uncovered, I won¡¯t wrong any innocent person."

    "Your Majesty, before being sent to the Eastern Palace by the Dowager Empress, I was a perfumer in Her Majesty¡¯s service." Speaking of her past in front of juniors clearly discomforted her.

    Truthfully, among the imperial consorts, aside from the executed Lady Zheng, none held particularly high status.

    "The incense I gave Sister L¨¹ was made by my own hands," Consort Wei explained. "But I use the same blend myself¡ªhow could I have poisoned her?"

    The Empress gestured, and a maid brought forth the incense from Consort Wei¡¯s quarters. The imperial physician examined it carefully.

    "Your Majesty, honorable ladies, the incense from Consort Wei¡¯s palace is indeed very similar to Consort L¨¹¡¯s, but one floral ingredient differs," the physician reported. "The substituted flower bears an almost identical scent but has properties that clash with another component."

    Hearing this, Consort Wei realized she had been framed.

    Who had set her up?

    "Consort Wei, do you have anything to say in your defense?" The Empress¡¯s tone held no particular anger.

    Even Consort L¨¹, the victim, showed little resentment toward her.

    "Your Majesty, I truly don¡¯t know how the incense I gave Sister L¨¹ became tainted." Consort Wei kowtowed, resigned to her fate.

    "Your Majesty," Jiuzhu spoke up, "perhaps the ingredients were switched during preparation, or Consort Wei made an accidental mistake."

    A skilled perfumer wouldn¡¯t confuse ingredients.

    Most present suspected Consort Wei had been framed, but without evidence, she had no choice but to accept the blame. Jiuzhu¡¯s words merely offered a graceful way out.

    "Indeed, Your Majesty," Consort L¨¹ quickly added. "Sister Wei and I have been close for years¡ªshe wouldn¡¯t harm me."

    "Since both Consort L¨¹ and Princess Consort Chen plead for leniency, I shall reduce your punishment by three parts. However, consequences must follow." The Empress turned to Xiangjuan. "What does palace law dictate for attempted harm against a consort?"

    "Your Majesty, the light penalty is demotion and relocation from the main hall. The severe penalty is death by beating."

    At the mention of "death by beating," Prince An and Princess Consort An shuddered, instinctively leaning closer to each other like frightened children.

    "Consort Wei¡¯s offense doesn¡¯t warrant such extremes," the Empress smiled faintly.

    Prince An stole a glance at the Empress. She didn¡¯t even address her as "Consort Wei" anymore¡ªclearly, Her Majesty had no intention of going easy.

    "Effective immediately, Wei is demoted to Concubine Wei, to reflect on her actions." The Empress smiled gently at her. "Are you satisfied with my judgment?"

    Prince An shrank further.

    Demoting someone from a second-rank consort to third-rank concubine and then asking if they were satisfied¡ªthat was twisting the knife.

    "This concubine thanks Your Majesty for your mercy." Concubine Wei kowtowed gratefully, as if she had been granted an immense favor.

    "The matter is settled. All of you may leave." The Empress yawned. "I¡¯m tired."

    The crowd hastily withdrew.

    Once the hall emptied, the Empress scoffed. "The spy who infiltrated my son¡¯s residence to tamper with incense back then was likely under Wei¡¯s command."

    "Your Majesty is too kind¡ªmerely demoting her," Xiangjuan chimed in. "What more could she ask for?"

    "Indeed." The Empress lazily arched a brow. "Whether she did it or not, she¡¯s involved either way."

    As the notoriously domineering favored Empress, why should she bother with fairness?

    "What a pity," Jiuzhu sighed as they left Bright Moon Palace.

    "What¡¯s the pity?" Prince Chen asked.

    "Such a fine candidate with Buddhist affinity, yet still a concubine¡ªunable to take monastic vows." Jiuzhu shook her head. "Perhaps this is fate."

    At the mention of Buddhism, Consort L¨¹ recalled last year¡¯s scripture-copying ordeal and subtly edged away from Jiuzhu.

    Prince An and Princess Consort An stared at Jiuzhu in horror. The Empress had only wanted to demote Wei, but Princess Consort Chen wanted her to become a nun.

    Cruelty truly was Ming Jiuzhu¡¯s forte.

    Prince Chen glanced at the couple, and they immediately averted their terrified gazes.

    "Little Pig Ming, why do I feel like you''re somewhat averse to the Wei family?" Prince Chen reached out, wrapping an arm around Jiuzhu''s waist as he led her aside. "Come, tell your prince about it. I''ll help you figure it out."

    "Perhaps because I was raised by Daoists," Jiuzhu said with an air of mystery. "It''s the competitive instinct Daoists have when facing someone with Buddhist karma."

    "What nonsense is this?" Prince Chen poked her forehead. "Speak plainly."

    "I just don¡¯t like her."

    An hour later, Concubine Wei, who had just been demoted, received another imperial decree ordering her to move to a new palace within three days.

    The new palace wasn¡¯t anything special¡ªjust exceptionally, exceptionally far from Kirin Palace.

    "Su Meidai really seized this chance to strip Wei of her rank. She acts without restraint, relying on the Emperor¡¯s favor."

    "Your Highness, Concubine Wei¡¯s relocation is a good thing. She¡¯s now far from Consort L¨¹."

    "What use is Consort L¨¹? She¡¯s a cowardly fool. With Su Meidai¡¯s temperament, demoting Wei was enough¡ªwhy go out of her way to move her?"

    "This servant doesn¡¯t know, but the person who tampered with the incense has already been dealt with."

    "What a pity. I had hoped to use this incident to turn Prince An and Prince Jing against each other. Who knew the incense plot would be discovered so quickly? A wasted pawn."

    "Yes, such a shame for Your Highness¡¯s pawn."

    When she heard that her longtime maidservant had died suddenly, Concubine Wei didn¡¯t even pause as she combed her hair. She let out a cold laugh and murmured, "I think I¡¯ve caught the rat."

    After hiding for so many years, the fox¡¯s tail was finally showing.

    "You dare scheme against me and expect to walk away unscathed? Not so easy."

    "Your Highness!" Jiuzhu crouched by the wall, watching two ants fighting, each biting off the other¡¯s leg. She quickly called Prince Chen over. "Come look¡ªants fighting!"

    "Why watch ants fight?" Prince Chen scooped her up by the waist. "Let¡¯s fight instead."

    "Your Highness, you can¡¯t beat me." Jiuzhu wrapped her arms around his neck, thinking seriously for a moment. "I¡¯m probably the better fighter."

    "You¡¯d really hit me?" Prince Chen set her down on the bed, caging her in with his arms before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Then he wrapped her tightly in the blankets. "Still think you can fight like this?"

    "Your Highness, this is a beauty trap!" Jiuzhu struggled free from the blankets, tossing aside her hairpins before pulling Prince Chen down triumphantly. "Your Highness, do you know what it means to overpower skill with sheer strength?"

    "And do you know what a real beauty trap is?" Prince Chen grinned, dragging Jiuzhu back under the covers.

    In the Grand Palace.

    "Your Majesty, the Qingming Festival is in five days," Li En said with a bow. "Shall this year¡¯s ancestral rites follow the usual arrangements?"

    "No." Emperor Longfeng looked up. "This year, Prince Chen will perform the rites in my stead."

    Li En¡¯s eyes widened. "Your Majesty?!"

    "What, is my son unworthy?" Emperor Longfeng said leisurely. "Sooner or later, it will be his duty. Better he grows accustomed now."

    Li En¡¯s legs nearly gave out.

    Good heavens, was this something he was meant to hear?

    Your Majesty, please say these words to your trusted ministers instead!

    This humble servant is not worthy!

 Chapter 98

    Li En returned to the Ministry of Rites in a daze and saw Ming Jingzhou holding several books. Without thinking, he asked, "Jingzhou, what are these books for?"

    "Oh, I found some books for Prince Chen to copy," Ming Jingzhou dusted off the books and noticed Li En''s odd expression. "Minister Li, is something the matter?"

    "Jingzhou, now that Prince Chen has married your daughter, isn''t it a bit inappropriate to make him copy books?" Li En wanted to tell Ming Jingzhou that the Emperor had hinted at appointing a crown prince. He worried his friend might offend Prince Chen and bring trouble upon himself.

    The hearts of emperors were the most complex in the world. The Ming family had always been loyal, and he couldn''t bear to see their downfall caused by making a future emperor copy books.

    "Prince Chen is young and restless. He never focused on studies as a child. Having him copy books now will cultivate his character and reinforce his memory¡ªit''s a win-win. Why shouldn''t he?" Ming Jingzhou smiled and bowed slightly. "Precisely because he married my daughter, I¡¯ve prepared these books for him."

    For a moment, Li En couldn¡¯t tell whether Ming Jingzhou had any grievances against Prince Chen or not.

    "Prince Chen memorized the entire Agricultural Chronicles in five days¡ªproof enough of his brilliance," Ming Jingzhou said with a smile. "It would be a shame not to nurture such talent with more reading and copying."

    "Jingzhou," Li En called out as Ming Jingzhou prepared to leave after bowing. "You know Prince Chen never liked studying since childhood. I fear he might resent this."

    Ming Jingzhou laughed, his demeanor carefree. "I act with a clear conscience, nothing more."

    Li En was taken aback. Watching Ming Jingzhou walk away, he sighed heavily, his emotions tangled.

    He had been foolish. With the Ming family¡¯s sharp instincts, how could they not discern the Emperor¡¯s intentions? Perhaps it was precisely because they understood that they insisted on Prince Chen copying books¡ªto temper his character.

    Such was the integrity of the Ming family.

    Ming Jingzhou entered the palace. The Kirin Palace held a special status, and as the Prince¡¯s Consort, his daughter could see him far more easily than imperial concubines could meet their families.

    The moment he arrived at the Kirin Palace¡¯s gates, eunuchs and palace maids hurried to welcome him into the main hall, where tea and refreshments were already laid out. The servants bowed and scraped, their attentiveness bordering on excessive.

    "Lord Ming, please wait a moment. Chunfen is helping Her Highness dress," Yang Yiduo said with an ingratiating smile. "Her Highness usually naps in the afternoon, but upon hearing of your arrival, she refused to rest a moment longer."

    "Thank you for informing me," Ming Jingzhou nodded to Yang Yiduo.

    Yang Yiduo hastily expressed his unworthiness, not daring to slacken in the slightest.

    From the servants¡¯ demeanor, Ming Jingzhou could tell his daughter held great authority in the Kirin Palace. They weren¡¯t flattering him¡ªthey were using him to curry favor with her.

    Hurried footsteps sounded outside. He looked up to see his daughter rush in, her dark hair hastily pinned up with golden hairpins¡ªclearly, she had dressed in haste.

    "No need to hurry," Ming Jingzhou said, standing to bow to Jiuzhu in front of the servants.

    "Father," Jiuzhu caught his wrist. "Sit, please. There¡¯s no need for formalities between us."

    Yang Yiduo served fresh tea and withdrew after bowing, leaving only Chunfen to attend them.

    "The servants here seem to hold you in great awe?" Ming Jingzhou reached into his robe and pulled out a letter.

    "My lord, the entire Kirin Palace answers to the young mistress. Naturally, the servants revere her," Chunfen bowed deeply.

    "That¡¯s good," Ming Jingzhou nodded. "As the Prince¡¯s Consort, you must balance strictness and kindness in managing subordinates."

    Too harsh, and you lose humanity.

    Too lenient, and they may grow presumptuous.

    "Mother taught me much about governance before the wedding. I¡¯ve remembered it all," Jiuzhu noticed the unopened letter in her father¡¯s hand. "Father, whose letter is this?"

    "From the two Daoist masters," Ming Jingzhou handed it to her. "Your mother is a remarkable woman. Her advice on governance is always sound."

    Jiuzhu nodded with a smile, tilting her head. She decided not to mention that when her mother lectured on governance, she often used her father as an example.

    A woman must know not only how to manage subordinates but also how to guide her husband.

    Opening the letter, Jiuzhu confirmed the handwriting belonged to her masters before reading carefully. Sear?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Noticing her expression growing increasingly strange, Ming Jingzhou asked, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    "Someone impersonated me to write to my masters, trying to lure them to the capital. But they saw through the deception." Jiuzhu recalled Princess Roude¡¯s recent warning¡ªsomeone had been inquiring about her past residence. To think they¡¯d use it for this!

    What a laughable scheme. Her masters had raised her for years and despised the capital¡¯s intrigues. She would never summon them over trivial matters, let alone drag them into this den of snakes.

    Even worse, the letter claimed Prince Chen mistreated her¡ªfavored other women, left her lonely, and threatened the Ming family, reducing her to weeping nightly under the moon.

    "How dare they portray His Highness so unfairly!" Jiuzhu smacked the letter onto the table indignantly. "When has my husband ever been lustful? I live with him every day¡ªhe doesn¡¯t even glance at other women!"

    "And this¡ª¡®tyrannical, berating her at every turn¡¯? His Highness is gentle and considerate! He¡¯s never once raised his voice at me, let alone insulted me!" Jiuzhu fumed. "This person is clearly trying to tarnish His Highness¡¯s reputation before my masters!"

    Ming Jingzhou looked at his daughter, sorely tempted to point out that Prince Chen had no such reputation to tarnish.

    After so long in marriage, how had his daughter still not seen through Prince Chen¡¯s true nature? Was her judgment clouded, or had the prince hidden his flaws exceptionally well around her?

    "You mentioned living with His Highness?" Ming Jingzhou asked, surprised. "You¡¯ve shared the same residence since the wedding?"

    Jiuzhu nodded. "Is that unusual?"

    Her parents had always shared a courtyard.

    It was highly unusual.

    By imperial custom, a prince and his consort maintained separate residences¡ªeven among high-ranking officials, husbands and wives often had their own courtyards. The Kirin Palace had ample space and multiple compounds; the Palace Administration wouldn¡¯t neglect such basic etiquette.

    Unless Prince Chen himself had insisted otherwise.

    "Nothing unusual," Ming Jingzhou glanced at the sky outside. "Is Prince Chen not here?"

    "He was summoned to the Taiyang Palace earlier," Jiuzhu folded the letter and recounted Princess Roude¡¯s warnings. "Are they trying to use me against His Highness?"

    As a father, Ming Jingzhou wished to shield his daughter from the palace¡¯s dirty schemes¡ªbut fate seldom obliged. "Yes."

    "Some people in the capital have truly filthy hearts," Jiuzhu mused, then added, "and rather poor judgment."

    If they wanted to play at intrigue, they should¡¯ve at least studied her habits before forging letters to her masters.

    "Who would have thought Master managed to swindle a hefty sum from that con artist¡ªenough to renovate the entire temple and even gild the statues." Jiuzhu shook her head. "With such poor wits, he still dared to try deceiving both Masters."

    "People in desperate straits often act with reckless abandon," Ming Jingzhou remarked, not having read the letter but piecing together the events from Jiuzhu''s words. "Perhaps it wasn¡¯t stupidity but sheer desperation. A drowning man will clutch at even a straw. Such a person is no different from a madman."

    "If his scheme failed, might he try to harm His Highness?" Jiuzhu stood up abruptly.

    "Come back. Even a true madman knows who can and cannot be provoked, let alone the mastermind behind this," Ming Jingzhou said. "There¡¯s no safer place in the entire palace than Taiyang Palace."

    "So the road from Taiyang Palace back to Kirin Palace isn¡¯t very safe?" Jiuzhu quickened her pace. "Father, wait here a moment. I¡¯ll go fetch His Highness for you."

    "Fetch him for me?"

    Ming Jingzhou: "..."

    Was that really for him?

    He didn¡¯t tell Jiuzhu that the Emperor had already assigned shadow guards to Prince Chen. With the palace so heavily fortified, assassinating him would be harder than scaling the heavens.

    The best opportunity for an attempt had been at the royal hunting grounds.

    That failure meant Prince Chen would now be surrounded by countless protectors.

    The royal hunting grounds had been their last chance¡ªunfortunately for them, luck wasn¡¯t on their side.

    Or rather, Prince Chen¡¯s luck was simply too good.

    He didn¡¯t stop Jiuzhu this time, instead leisurely sipping his tea.

    When it came to the antics of young couples, elders had to learn to turn a blind eye if they wanted to live to a hundred.

    In Taiyang Palace, Prince Chen refused the stack of imperial edicts Emperor Longfeng had delegated to him.

    "Imperial Father, you tasked me with leading the ancestral rites. Shouldn¡¯t I focus on memorizing the prayers?" Prince Chen pushed the memorials further away. "One mind can¡¯t handle two tasks. A single me can¡¯t accomplish both."

    "So you¡¯re saying you¡¯ll take my place in the rites?" Emperor Longfeng nodded in approval. "In that case, you¡¯re temporarily excused from reviewing these memorials."

    Prince Chen stood. "Then this son takes his leave."

    Since he couldn¡¯t escape the rites, avoiding paperwork was the next best thing.

    Though his father had always doted on him, once the Emperor made up his mind, even kneeling and clinging to his leg wouldn¡¯t change it.

    "Wait." Emperor Longfeng called after him. "There are a few people I specifically assigned to Kirin Palace¡ªnot to spy on you, but for your safety."

    Between ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????imperial father and son, once suspicion took root, it became difficult to erase.

    "Are you referring to Yang Yiduo, or the tea-serving eunuch in my courtyard?" Prince Chen rubbed his hands together. "Imperial Father, you know my temperament¡ªI tend to offend people easily. And now that I¡¯m married with a princess consort..."

    Hearing this, Emperor Longfeng sighed inwardly. His child had grown up, yet still worried over such matters.

    "How about assigning me a few more?" Having spent so much time with Jiuzhu, Prince Chen had picked up her knack for shrewd calculations.

    Anyone his father sent would undoubtedly be a master in their field. With them around, he and "Little Pig Ming" would be even safer.

    More importantly, maintaining such experts cost a fortune.

    But if they were dispatched by the Emperor? Not a single coin from his pocket.

    If he missed this chance to recruit more experts, Jiuzhu would surely scold him for being wasteful.

    When Emperor Longfeng remained silent, Prince Chen eyed him suspiciously. "Imperial Father, you¡¯re not¡­ reluctant, are you?"

    "Fine. For your princess consort¡¯s sake, I¡¯ll send a few more," Emperor Longfeng chuckled. "Should I include two palace maids trained in medicine?"

    "Many thanks, Imperial Father." Prince Chen nodded eagerly, then added, "But since you¡¯ve suspended my stipend and I now have a household to support, their salaries and expenses should still be¡­ heh heh heh."

    "Get out." Emperor Longfeng laughed, swatting him away. "So this was your scheme all along."

    Watching his son scamper off grinning, the Emperor shook his head with an amused sigh. "Grown man with no sense of decorum, still scheming to pinch pennies from his old father."

    "Your Majesty, the entire empire is yours. Prince Chen is your child¡ªwhat¡¯s more natural than children eating and spending their father¡¯s wealth?" Liu Zhongbao gathered the memorials back onto the imperial desk. "You can¡¯t fault His Highness for that."

    After laughing, Emperor Longfeng suddenly grew pensive. "I told him about the agents in Kirin Palace to prevent future distrust if he discovered them himself."

    Liu Zhongbao neatly arranged the memorials, not daring to comment.

    "I overthought it." The Emperor¡¯s smile was serene and content. "Officials criticize my son, but what do they know of his pure-hearted kindness?"

    As Prince Chen exited Taiyang Palace, he spotted "Little Pig Ming" waiting by the white marble balustrade.

    Seeing him emerge, Jiuzhu lifted her skirts and hurried over. "Your Highness, I¡¯ve come to escort you back to the palace."

    "Escort me back?"

    Jiuzhu nodded, whispering by his ear, "There¡¯s been some minor trouble. I won¡¯t rest easy until I¡¯ve brought you home."

    Between his father assigning shadow guards and his princess consort personally fetching him, just how fragile did they think their once-unstoppable prince was?

    "Oh, and Father brought you many books. He¡¯s waiting at Kirin Palace."

    Prince Chen¡¯s steps grew leaden.

    Escaping paperwork only to face transcription¡ªwas this the fate of a mature prince?

 Chapter 99

    When Prince Chen met Ming Jingzhou and received several yellowed books from him, he understood one truth: you can escape your father, but not your father-in-law¡ªthere will always be someone who can make you write like the wind.

    "Father, what kind of books are these?" Jiuzhu curiously took one and flipped through it. After a moment, she handed it back to Prince Chen with a pained expression. "I recognize all the words, but I can¡¯t understand a single sentence. Your Highness, doesn¡¯t your head hurt reading books like this all day?"

    "What¡¯s so difficult about it?" Seeing Jiuzhu¡¯s admiring gaze, Prince Chen instantly felt refreshed and invigorated. "Shall I explain it to you tonight?"

    "Really? That would be wonderful!" Jiuzhu¡¯s large eyes sparkled with delight. "Your Highness is so amazing!"

    "It¡¯s nothing." Prince Chen slightly lifted his chin. "Not even worth mentioning."

    A man who earns his wife¡¯s admiration is a truly outstanding man.

    Ming Jingzhou watched this scene with a smile.

    It turned out that even the most unruly man could compromise for the sake of a single glance.

    At this moment, as a father, he finally felt completely at ease.

    When a man changes his old habits and strives to be better, just to earn a single admiring glance from her, it means this woman already holds the most unique place in his heart.

    That kind of thing is often called¡ªlove.

    "Your Highness, the books have been delivered. This official takes his leave." He stood to depart.

    Seeing him about to leave, Jiuzhu tried to persuade him to stay for dinner, but Ming Jingzhou refused. "Your brother is handling a case at the Court of Judicial Review today and will return home late. I must go back to accompany your mother for the meal."

    Hearing this, Jiuzhu immediately stopped insisting and nodded with a smile. "Father is right. Mother shouldn¡¯t dine alone."

    "I¡¯ll escort Father-in-law out." Prince Chen stood and whispered in Jiuzhu¡¯s ear, "Tonight¡­ I¡¯ll explain the book to you."

    With that, he walked away smiling.

    Jiuzhu froze for a moment before slowly covering her face.

    Her celestial prince had just been so improper!

    "Father-in-law." Once outside Kirin Palace, Prince Chen spoke. "His Majesty has asked me to perform the sacrificial rites in his stead. I¡¯ve agreed."

    Ming Jingzhou paused. Between him and Prince Chen, there had always been the proper distance between a minister and a prince. By no means could he be considered a "confidant" in Prince Chen¡¯s eyes. He hadn¡¯t expected the prince to share an unannounced matter from the Emperor with him.

    "Your Highness is already a grown man of integrity. As His Majesty¡¯s son, there is nothing improper about you performing the rites in his place." Ming Jingzhou cupped his hands respectfully. "This official believes Your Highness will perform flawlessly."

    The wind lifted the hems of their robes. After a moment of silence, Prince Chen said, "I only wish to be my father¡¯s child."

    "Your Highness has always been His Majesty¡¯s good son." Ming Jingzhou understood Prince Chen¡¯s meaning. "This official believes His Majesty thinks the same."

    Prince Chen looked at him without responding.

    With that, Ming Jingzhou bowed to Prince Chen. "Your Highness, this official takes his leave."

    "I ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????thought Father-in-law¡¯s views might differ from His Majesty¡¯s."

    "Perhaps they once did. But when Your Highness stepped into the Ministry of Rites and diligently recited what this official gave you, my perspective changed greatly." Ming Jingzhou paused. "This official saw in Your Highness some of His Majesty¡¯s finest qualities."

    "In the past, this official was mistaken." Ming Jingzhou performed a deep bow. "Rumors are fearsome, and I too fell prey to hearsay."

    Prince Chen returned the gesture as a junior. "Father-in-law is not at fault. This prince truly was idle and unlearned."

    "No. Your Highness possesses a sincere and benevolent heart." Over this period, he had carefully investigated the rumors surrounding Prince Chen¡ªaccusations of oppressing scholars, bullying noble heirs, and humiliating military officers¡ªonly to find each incident had just cause.

    The scholar he "oppressed" was a heartless man who deceived women¡¯s affections.

    The noble heir he punished had ridden his horse into a child.

    The officer he "humiliated" had privately slandered Empress Su and attempted to force a commoner¡¯s daughter into becoming his concubine.

    Each incident had been twisted into evidence of Prince Chen¡¯s arrogance. Every faction had eagerly tarnished his reputation.

    The fault lay not with the straightforward prince, but with the corruption hidden beneath false propriety.

    As for himself, though he had never spoken against Prince Chen at court out of respect for imperial decorum, neither had he ever sought to understand him.

    The arrogance ingrained in scholars had blinded him with prejudice¡ªunaware that the very prince he misjudged had once saved his daughter¡¯s life.

    Were it not for Jiuzhu, he might never have recognized Prince Chen¡¯s virtues.

    "Father-in-law, today you¡­" Why such sudden praise?

    Were there even more books waiting to be copied?

    Prince Chen grew uneasy.

    "Your Highness need not worry. The Ministry of Rites officials will oversee the sacrificial rites." Ming Jingzhou laughed heartily. "With them present, no one can play tricks."

    After seeing Ming Jingzhou to the palace gates, Prince Chen encountered Prince Huai and Princess Huai on his way back, having just left the inner palace.

    Prince Huai looked unwell, his sleeves stained with traces of medicine.

    "Fifth Brother." Seeing Prince Chen, Prince Huai forced a smile.

    "Eldest Brother, Eldest Sister-in-law." Prince Chen offered a perfunctory salute.

    Prince Huai didn¡¯t mind. For him, Yun Duqing¡¯s half-hearted courtesy was already an improvement. "Where is Fifth Brother coming from?"

    "Just escorted Father-in-law through Vermilion Bird Gate." Prince Chen noted Prince Huai¡¯s exhaustion. "Eldest Brother should rest more."

    "Thank you, Fifth Brother." Princess Huai spoke first. "Her Highness Consort Xu has been gravely ill these past days. His Highness has been attending to her tirelessly and has grown quite weary."

    "Consort Xu is ill again?"

    The word "again" carried layers of meaning.

    He remembered Consort Xu¡¯s perpetual poor health¡ªalways falling ill yet persisting through the years.

    Hearing of her current condition surprised him not at all.

    "Fifth Brother." Prince Huai spoke again. "I¡¯ve heard there¡¯s an elderly imperial physician in the academy who, in recent years, only attends to His Majesty and Her Majesty. This brother shamelessly begs you to help summon Imperial Physician Liu to Zhaoxiang Palace to examine my mother."

    The physician Prince Huai mentioned was over ninety, surrounded by descendants, yet still clear-minded.

    Out of compassion for his age, the Emperor and Empress had declared he would only attend to them, though in truth they rarely summoned him.

    Prince Chen hadn¡¯t expected Prince Huai to make such a request. Their fraternal bond hardly warranted it.

    Had sharing hotpot in Yun Yanze¡¯s quarters that one time fostered such brotherly affection?

    "This matter isn¡¯t mine to decide. The elderly physician is advanced in years. If Eldest Brother insists, send a palanquin to invite him respectfully." Prince Chen didn¡¯t make difficulties. "I¡¯ll speak to His Majesty and Her Majesty on your behalf. But regardless of whether Imperial Physician Liu agrees, you must not pressure him."

    "Thank you, Fifth Brother." Prince Huai bowed deeply, his sincerity evident in the curve of his spine.

    "Consort Xu¡¯s health comes first." Prince Chen waved it off, giving the matter no further thought.

    Prince Huai watched his retreating figure, lost in thought for a long while before turning to the equally exhausted Princess Huai and saying, "You should return to the Kirin Palace to rest. I¡¯ll send someone to fetch Imperial Physician Liu."

    Princess Huai sighed as she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. "Your Highness, Consort Xu¡¯s health hasn¡¯t improved yet. You mustn¡¯t exhaust yourself."

    "I know." Prince Huai, never one for subtlety, failed to notice the tender concern in his wife¡¯s gaze and simply urged her to go rest.

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    After arranging for someone to summon Imperial Physician Liu, Prince Huai returned to Zhaoxiang Palace.

    Consort Xu was already awake, propped up against the headboard, the room thick with the bitter scent of medicine.

    "Mother, are you feeling any better?" Prince Huai set down what he was carrying and strode to her side.

    "It¡¯s nothing, just an old ailment that¡¯s plagued me for years." Consort Xu coughed lightly. "You needn¡¯t trouble yourself here. Let Princess Huai attend to me¡ªyou should go and rest."

    "How could she understand your needs as well as I do?" Prince Huai missed the deeper meaning in her words and dismissed the suggestion outright. "Bring the medicine. I¡¯ll help you take it."

    A palace maid glanced at Consort Xu, who gave a slight nod.

    "Earlier in the palace, I ran into Fifth Brother," Prince Huai said after feeding her the medicine, setting the bowl aside. "He seems to be on good terms with the Ming family."

    Consort Xu smiled weakly. "It seems the Ming family still holds some regard for their daughter, Jiuzhu."

    "I had assumed they would abandon Jiuzhu to protect their family¡¯s reputation. It seems I was wrong." His expression twisted briefly before settling into calm resignation. "Now that Fifth Brother is the only legitimate son among us, favored by Father, I have no choice but to let go of my ambitions."

    Perhaps he should have given up long ago¡ªon the day their father ascended the throne, when he saw the emperor in his dragon robes carrying Fifth Brother on his back.

    Consort Xu coughed again but remained silent.

    "Mother, you¡¯re ill. I shouldn¡¯t burden you with such matters." Noticing her pallor, Prince Huai assumed the medicine was too bitter and handed her a piece of candied fruit. "Earlier, I asked Fifth Brother to speak to Father on my behalf and request Imperial Physician Liu to examine you..."

    Consort Xu seized his hand. "This is just a minor ailment. We mustn¡¯t trouble the old physician."

    "You¡¯re seriously ill¡ªhow can you call it minor?" Prince Huai insisted. "Mother, I know you¡¯re considerate, but for your health, I must be selfish this once."

    "Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ve already sent a palanquin to fetch him. He won¡¯t be overexerted."

    "What?" Consort Xu¡¯s grip tightened, her nails digging into his skin. "You mean he¡¯s already on his way?"

    "By now, he should be close." Prince Huai winced but didn¡¯t pull away, relieved that her strength suggested her condition hadn¡¯t worsened.

    "No." She released his hand abruptly. "Liu An, send Imperial Physician Liu back. I don¡¯t need his examination."

    She knew of this physician¡ªa master of his craft, capable of diagnosing any illness with precision.

    "Why?" Prince Huai frowned. "Are you worried Father or Empress Su will disapprove? There¡¯s no need. Fifth Brother never agrees to anything unless he means it..."

    "I said no, and that¡¯s final!" Consort Xu¡¯s voice rose, sharp and strained. "Liu An, listen to me. Send him back."

    At her shrill tone, Prince Huai¡¯s expression shifted as realization dawned. "...Very well."

    The room fell silent. Consort Xu motioned for the attendants to leave. "It seems you¡¯ve guessed?"

    Prince Huai¡¯s lips parted, but no words came out.

    Just then, a eunuch¡¯s voice sounded outside the door. "Your Highness, Imperial Physician Liu is unwell and unable to come."

    Consort Xu visibly relaxed.

    "However, his granddaughter has inherited his skills. Would you like to summon her instead?"

    "A woman? What use is she in medicine?" Prince Huai replied through the door. "Since Imperial Physician Liu is unwell, we¡¯ll wait until he recovers before inviting him to the palace."

 Chapter 100

    Physician Liu heard Prince Huai''s words. She lowered her head, bowed slightly toward the door, and turned to leave.

    Though she was a woman, the Liu Family had practiced medicine for generations, saving countless lives. Outside the palace, she had always been treated with respect¡ªno one had ever been as rude to her as Prince Huai.

    A physician''s heart was compassionate, dedicated to healing and saving lives, but that did not mean a physician could be humiliated.

    The young apprentice who had accompanied Physician Liu into the palace hurried after her, carrying the medicine chest, not daring to speak.

    When they arrived, they had been welcomed with great fanfare, but now they were dismissed without a second glance. Prince Huai¡¯s behavior was truly excessive.

    Worried that Physician Liu might be upset, the apprentice wanted to comfort her but stumbled and nearly fell.

    "Child, be careful where you step." Someone caught him from behind, lifting him into the air. His arms and legs flailed briefly before he was set back on the ground.

    Looking up, he saw a fairy-like woman dressed in exquisite robes.

    "Are you frightened?" Jiuzhu noticed the plump child staring at her in awe. She reached into her pouch, pulled out some snacks, and placed them in his hand. "Here, have something to eat to calm your nerves."

    The apprentice blushed, clutching the treats, and glanced shyly at Physician Liu.

    "Many thanks, Your Highness." Physician Liu observed the unfamiliar noblewoman, noting the attendants behind her¡ªpalace maids and eunuchs¡ªand guessed she must be someone of high status. She bowed respectfully.

    "No need for thanks." Jiuzhu laughed softly and turned to Physician Liu. "Are you a physician, miss?"

    Having just had her skills questioned by Prince Huai, Physician Liu hesitated. "How did Your Highness know?"

    "You carry the scent of medicine." Jiuzhu was particularly sensitive to the smell of herbs. "To study medicine and recognize herbs from a young age¡ªyou are truly remarkable."

    "I do not deserve such praise." A faint smile appeared on Physician Liu¡¯s face. "I merely inherited my family¡¯s legacy."

    "Besides..." She gave a self-deprecating laugh. "As a woman, young and with only average skill, how could I be called remarkable?"

    "What does being a woman have to do with medicine?" Jiuzhu found some candies in her pouch and handed another handful to the apprentice. "My own master is a woman. Not only does she understand medicine, but she also cultivates her own herbs. She is extraordinary."

    Physician ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Liu¡¯s expression brightened. "Does that mean Your Highness is also skilled in medicine?"

    "I only know the basics. I cannot treat or save people." Jiuzhu held great reverence for those who excelled in medicine.

    "Why not?" Physician Liu was surprised.

    "My master said that someone like me, who only grasps the surface, would harm rather than heal if I tried to treat others." Jiuzhu smiled sheepishly. "I have no talent for the art of medicine."

    Her master had told her that everyone had strengths and weaknesses. Though she lacked aptitude in medicine, her second master had never blamed her.

    Her first master, fearing she might feel disheartened, often reassured her, saying her second master¡¯s crude medical skills were hardly worth learning anyway.

    Still, Jiuzhu believed her second master must have some skill¡ªafter all, she had cured her childhood illnesses.

    Physician Liu was puzzled. Among the nobility in the palace, who would take on an apprenticeship?

    "Your Highness¡¯s master must be a highly skilled physician." Physician Liu thought to herself¡ªotherwise, why would a noblewoman treat a mere physician like her with such courtesy?

    "She is unknown to the world. Only at the end of each month does she leave the mountains to offer free consultations and medicine to nearby villagers." Jiuzhu smiled. "But in my eyes, she is indeed a remarkable physician."

    Leave the mountains?

    Villagers?

    Physician Liu realized who this noblewoman must be.

    The Princess Consort of Chen.

    At first, rumors had claimed that the Princess Consort of Chen had been raised in a Daoist temple, ignorant of the world, and that she had groveled before Prince Chen and his mother for wealth and status.

    Later, the rumors changed. Some among the common folk said the Princess Consort and Prince Chen were a match made in heaven¡ªhe a celestial lord descended to earth, she an immortal fairy, destined to be together.

    Her grandfather had once mentioned that the Emperor and Empress adored their daughter-in-law. After Prince Chen became engaged to her, he had grown diligent and ambitious, altering many officials¡¯ opinions of him.

    She had wondered what kind of extraordinary woman could bring about such a change in Prince Chen. Yet now, seeing her in person, she seemed... pure.

    Pure in a way that felt out of place in this palace.

    Perhaps, as a physician, she was especially drawn to someone so full of vitality.

    "The Princess Consort is right. Healing knows no rank. A physician who treats villagers for free, even if unknown to the world, is truly remarkable." Physician Liu smiled gently and beckoned to her apprentice. "Child, the Princess Consort of Chen helped you just now. Thank her properly."

    "Thank you, Princess Consort." The apprentice bowed obediently.

    "No need for thanks." Jiuzhu chuckled. "I wasn¡¯t saving you¡ªI was saving a future great physician for the people."

    The apprentice¡¯s cheeks flushed. Did the fairy-like Princess Consort truly believe he would become a skilled physician one day?

    "Yes!" He nodded vigorously. "I will study hard under my master and not disappoint you."

    "This child has talent in medicine, but he is young and easily distracted." Physician Liu patted his head. "With Your Highness¡¯s encouragement today, he will surely become more diligent."

    Prince Chen had gone to Bright Moon Palace to inform his mother about Prince Huai¡¯s request for Imperial Physician Liu. On his way back, he spotted Jiuzhu standing by the palace wall and quickened his pace. Just as he was about to cover her eyes from behind, she turned around, smiling at him.

    "Your Highness."

    "Weren¡¯t you resting in Qilin Palace? Why are you here?" Prince Chen clasped his hands behind his back. "Not tired?"

    "I couldn¡¯t sleep, so I took a walk." Jiuzhu glanced at Physician Liu. "I happened to meet this physician and spoke with her for a while."

    "This official greets His Highness Prince Chen."

    Physician Liu held a distinguished position in the Imperial Medical Bureau, equivalent to a sixth-rank official. Thus, even as a woman, referring to herself as "this official" before a prince was not improper.

    Jiuzhu saw determination and resilience in her expression.

    Prince Chen turned to Jiuzhu and raised a hand. "At ease."

    "You look familiar." He took Jiuzhu¡¯s hand, tucking it into his sleeve. "What is your relation to Imperial Physician Liu?"

    "He is this official¡¯s grandfather." Physician Liu cupped her hands respectfully. "My grandfather is advanced in years and has been unwell lately. Upon hearing of Consort Xu¡¯s grave illness, he was deeply concerned, but his own condition prevented him from entering the palace. Thus, he sent me in his stead to treat Her Ladyship."

    "How is Consort Xu¡¯s condition?" Out of the faintest brotherly obligation, Prince Chen asked.

    "Your Highness, please forgive me. Prince Huai doubted my abilities due to my youth and gender, so he refused to allow me to examine Consort Xu. I never had the chance to see her."

    "Tch." Prince Chen couldn¡¯t help clicking his tongue. Noticing Jiuzhu¡¯s disapproving look, he added, "Medicine has nothing to do with gender. Do not take it to heart, Physician."

    "This official would not dare."

    "Would not dare" and "would not" were two different things.

    "Since you are already here, Physician, might I trouble you to examine Her Majesty the Empress as well?" Jiuzhu interjected. "With the weather fluctuating between warm and cold, perhaps you could prescribe some mild tonics for her."

    "I obey your command." Physician Liu bowed deeply to Jiuzhu.

    If word spread today that Prince Huai had questioned her medical skills, many others would follow suit in doubting her abilities. For a woman to practice medicine was already difficult¡ªa single remark from someone in power could undo years of her hard work.

    By inviting her to examine the Empress, the Princess Consort of Chen had effectively rescued her from this predicament.

    She bowed deeply to Jiuzhu once more before leading her apprentice away, following the palace attendant toward Bright Moon Palace.

    "My eldest brother¡¯s temperament hasn¡¯t changed in all these years." Prince Chen seized the moment to distance himself from his brother without hesitation¡ªafter all, the bond between them was thinner than paper. "I¡¯ve never agreed with his way of thinking, even as a child."

    "Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and people are divided into men and women. Yet every man in this world was born of a woman." Prince Chen reached out and pinched Jiuzhu¡¯s cheek. "Take our little piglet here, for example¡ªbeautiful, kind-hearted, and incredibly capable. You can identify poisons by scent alone. No man in the world could compare to you."

    "And Her Majesty the Empress¡ªgentle, lovely, and full of kindness." Jiuzhu stood obediently, letting him pinch her cheek. "Your Highness, that tickles."

    "Silly girl." Unable to bear using too much force, Prince Chen cupped her face and planted a loud kiss on her forehead. "Come, let¡¯s go back and read together."

    "Your Highness, I don¡¯t like reading." Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "I have the newest romance novels. Want to read those?"

    "Is it about a domineering prince?"

    "..."

    "Your Highness, Your Highness!" Jiuzhu tugged at his sleeve. "I want to read about a domineering prince!"

    Prince Chen looked down at her. "What¡¯s so interesting about a domineering prince? You should just look at me instead."

    Jiuzhu turned her head away. "Then I won¡¯t go read with you. I¡¯ll go help Her Majesty pick out jewelry instead."

    "Come back here." Prince Chen wrapped an arm around her waist. "I¡¯ll have Yang Yiduo buy you all the novels you want¡ªdomineering princes, domineering young masters, domineering martial arts alliance leaders. Whatever you like."

    "No young masters or alliance leaders. Just princes."

    Prince Chen: "..."

    "Fine!"

    Other men worried about their wives not getting along with their mothers, but he had to worry about the two women bonding so well that they left him out entirely.

    Ah well. A man had to be adaptable.

    If buying novels about domineering princes would make his wife happy, so be it. If necessary, he could even play the role of a domineering prince for her.

    "Your Highness is the best!" Jiuzhu nuzzled against his chest, her voice softening into a sweet, coquettish tone.

    "Hmph." Prince Chen turned his head away. A woman¡¯s words were as deceptive as a ghost¡¯s.

    Yet his hands still carefully steadied her shoulders, lest she stumble.

    "Your Highness, didn¡¯t you say Prince Huai is very filial toward his mother?" Jiuzhu suddenly remembered something and lifted her head from his embrace. "How could a filial son refuse a physician when his mother is seriously ill?"

    When consumed by worry and desperation, one would grasp at any possible hope.

    Yet while Consort Xu lay gravely ill, Prince Huai had the leisure to fuss over the physician¡¯s gender¡ªhardly the behavior of a devoted son.

    Even if Physician Liu couldn¡¯t cure Consort Xu, why not let her examine her first before calling another physician? Why refuse outright?

    "Indeed. How could a filial son be so picky about a physician at a time like this?" Prince Chen sighed, gently patting Jiuzhu¡¯s back. "Eldest Brother... truly is filial."

    "Your Highness." A eunuch in blue robes approached Prince Chen and whispered, "Prince Huai remains at Zhao Xiang Palace, keeping Consort Xu company."

    "Has he summoned any other imperial physicians for her?"

    "Before this servant left, no other physicians had been called."

    "See, little pig?" Prince Chen sighed. "Human hearts are so disappointing."

    Just then, Prince An¡¯s energetic voice rang out behind them.

    "Fifth Brother!" Spotting Prince Chen, Prince An jogged over. "What a coincidence, running into you here."

    Jiuzhu hesitated to speak.

    She had seen Prince An pacing back and forth behind the palace gate earlier.

    It wasn¡¯t much of a coincidence.

    "I¡¯ve just received some venison. How about we brothers gather tonight for a barbecue and drinks?" Prince An grinned warmly. "I remember how much you loved grilled meat as a child. I wonder if your tastes have changed."

    To secure his younger brother¡¯s favor, Prince An was pulling out all the stops.

    "Very well." Prince Chen lowered his gaze. "Let¡¯s invite Eldest Brother too. A proper reunion among brothers."

    Meanwhile, the very brother they were thinking of¡ªPrince Huai¡ªsat in silent bewilderment, staring at his mother as she leaned weakly against the bed. Not a word escaped his lips.