Drunk Flower, Sunken Jade

After several days of snow, it finally stopped, and the carriage moved northwest towards the capital. At the border, they often saw Yan people in tall hats and wide sleeves due to trade, but now they encountered Rong people wearing turned-up collars, narrow sleeves, and felt or fur hats, making them stand out.

Upon their arrival at the capital, officials announced that the Great Khan had sent the Fourth Prince to welcome them. Wei Lin had heard this but paid no mind. However, when she stepped down from the carriage and saw the Fourth Prince, she was stunned.

Despite changes in clothing and hairstyle and even a slight beard, she recognized him as Yuan Jing Shen, the young master from Yuan’s medicinal shop in Huo City. It turned out Yuan was an alternative name; his actual surname was from the Rong royal family, who sometimes retained their name as Tuoba.

The Fourth Prince showed no sign of recognition, as if he did not remember the doctor who had treated him. Wei Lin was grateful she had worn men’s clothing at the time.

Their accommodation was an old residence of the national father, impressive yet somewhat rough.

“After your long journey, Jing Shen will not disturb you further. I will take my leave now to report to my imperial father. Please rest and prepare, as my father will likely meet you in a few days. If any servants are unsatisfactory, inform Jing Shen, and I will handle it.” The Fourth Prince’s voice carried its usual seductive tone.

After he left, Xi Lin Xuan and Wei Lin were busy. Xi Lin Xuan discussed matters with his officials in the front hall, while Wei Lin arranged personnel in the inner courtyard. Despite being hostages, they could not be careless in a foreign land. Maintaining a certain demeanor was essential for earning respect, as many judge based on appearances.

Once everything was arranged, Wei Lin felt too tired to speak, regretting not bringing Yu Mo with her, who would have managed everything thoughtfully. For now, she had to rely on Feng Shou to run errands.

Sitting down, Wei Lin gently massaged her waist, pondering the Fourth Prince’s purpose in Huo City. Why did he associate with Xi Zhao Ting? Was it intentional? Despite the underhanded methods often involved in diplomatic strategies, why would a prince of his status personally intervene?

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