Was Jing Fei helping her? He was completely torturing her, making her learn these damned rules. Used to freedom in modern times, she had now come to an era where she had to learn this and that. This was not what she had imagined.
“I’d rather be locked up by Yun Yichen. At least I could drive him crazy,” Ling Zhou muttered. “Nonsensical ennoblement…”
“Miss, just learn a bit. Many generals and officials will be watching the ennoblement ceremony the day after tomorrow.”
“Watching? Watching me make the emperor angry?” Ling Zhou raised her upper lip in a disdainful expression.
“Princess, you are now the princess of Night Yu. Your status is different,” the yellow-clad woman replied respectfully.
“None of your business. Go stand aside,” Ling Zhou glared at the woman, disliking the interruption from someone unfamiliar.
The yellow-clad woman was stunned. “Yes, Princess.”
Indeed, they were people from the palace. Seeing her show such disrespect yet remain calm under pressure, they were only slightly shocked. Jing Fei truly showed her face by calling over a tough character.
“I want to go out and explore. I’ve never properly toured Meng Du before, and now I finally have the chance to do so.” Although she used to run around the streets, it was always to avoid Yun Yihen; she had never truly explored the place. Now her identity was different, and she had fewer concerns. As for the ceremony Jing Fei mentioned, she would go if she wanted or just sleep in the royal mansion if she didn’t.
“But Miss, the Prince said…”
“Hey, hey, hey, you three better get this straight,” Ling Zhou snapped, becoming displeased. “I’m the one who brought you from Yun Yihen’s mansion, not Jing Fei. Now I’m your master, not Jing Fei. So you’ll all listen to me! I’ll go wherever I want, and you’ll just follow.”
“Yes, Miss,” Jing Yi nodded helplessly, having heard this line of thinking before.
“Excellent! Change into men’s clothing, let’s go.” This time she was going to disguise herself; carrying a sword and walking through the street would look so cool.
Ling Zhou and her group rushed out of the pavilion, leaving behind the woman in yellow and several palace maids. This was probably the first time…
time they’d seen such a princess.
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“Alright, stop causing trouble. Go back to the mansion and learn some manners, at least to save my face.” Xia Lingzhou was a girl who couldn’t be persuaded by either soft or hard tactics. No matter what was said, if she didn’t want to do something, it was useless. Jing Fei had discovered this very early on.
“But I really like this oil-paper umbrella,” Lingzhou turned and smiled especially sweetly at Jing Fei.
“Jing Yi, buy all these oil-paper umbrellas and take them back to the mansion.” Understanding Lingzhou’s meaning, Jing Fei instructed Jing Yi.
“Jing Fei ge is so understanding. Let’s go.” Lingzhou clapped her hands, “Is this the carriage?”
Suddenly… time froze at the moment Lingzhou lifted the curtain. She saw Yun Yihen sitting exhausted in the carriage. How could he be here?
“Jing Fei ge, I suddenly don’t want to go back to the mansion. You can go back yourself. I want to continue shopping.” She dropped the curtain and turned to walk away.
What was wrong with Jing Fei ge? He clearly knew that Yun Yihen was the last person she wanted to see right now, yet he was sitting so leisurely in the carriage. Didn’t he know Jing Fei had come down to look for her?
“This won’t do. You just agreed.” Jing Fei blocked Lingzhou’s path. “Go back early. There’s still time.”
“Hmph! What does the ennoblement ceremony have to do with me? I’ll go if I want to, and if I don’t want to, no one would dare manage me, even if I sat in the royal mansion taking a dump.” Lingzhou deliberately spoke loudly for Yun Yihen in the carriage to hear.
“Young Miss…” Tian Wu leaned close to Lingzhou’s ear and whispered something.
“Really? You said this. If you go back on your word, I’ll punish you.” Hearing Tian Wu’s words, Lingzhou’s mood immediately brightened.
“If I go back on my word, Tian Wu is not worthy of following the Young Miss.”
“Good! I
“I’m doing this for your sake.” Saying this, Ling Zhou lifted the curtain again. She disdainfully glanced at Yun Yi Hen, climbed into the carriage, and sat in a corner far from him.
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“By the way, Ling Zhou, tomorrow I’ll have a tailor come to the mansion to make the clothes you’ll wear for the investiture ceremony.” Seeing that neither of them had anything to say, Jing Fei took the initiative to change the subject.
“Really? Great! I love new clothes the most.” Hearing about new clothes, her previously poker-faced expression turned into a smile. “I like sky blue; it must be made in that color.”
“Okay, okay. Make as many as you want.”
Yun Yi Hen stared blankly at Ling Zhou’s smile, wondering when she had ever given him such a sweet smile. Her gentle side had never belonged to him; she had only ever looked at him with eyes wanting to escape. Because she was such a person, he wanted to keep holding onto her and unknowingly fell in love with her.
“Yi Hen, you’re back.” Li Bi Han stood at the mansion entrance to welcome Yun Yi Hen, who was returning from court, and immediately approached him as he descended from the horse carriage.
“Brother Jing Fei, when will you also have such a considerate wife?” Ling Zhou teased Jing Fei with a grin.
“Me?” A sudden smile flashed across Jing Fei’s mouth, thinking of a similarly stubborn face.
“Rui Feng, let’s go. Someone will help the drunk general back to his room.” She smiled sarcastically and dropped the curtain.
Yun Yi Hen looked at the dropped curtain, feeling a sudden pain in his heart.
“Yi Hen.” Li Bi Han’s gentle voice almost melted Ling Zhou, who was sitting in the carriage.
“Ugh! Let’s go.” Ling Zhou
Zhou coldly issued an order from behind the curtain, and Rui Feng cracked the whip.
Hmph, still lying that they hadn’t consummated the marriage? If they hadn’t, would his wife be waiting for him at the mansion entrance? Looking at his exhausted appearance, he definitely did something last night and was tired during the day. He’s just a liar! A love deceiver! If she were Li Bi Han, she would divorce him right now!
Losing her target of attack, Ling Zhou suddenly became weak, truly wanting to leave and never see Yun Yi Hen again.
“Brother Jing Fei, let me leave Ye Yu right after the investiture ceremony. I want to go out and play.”
Jing Fei nodded, thinking perhaps letting her go out would help.
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Too many people… theoretical simulation can still be taken tomorrow… Ugh…
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Here’s the English translation:
“Don’t trouble the Emperor, Ling Zhou already has a sweetheart, and her sworn brother has already agreed to the proposal.” Ling Zhou was startled and immediately tried to decline.
Damn, are ancient people crazy about getting married? Why does the Emperor love matchmaking so much? She never thought about getting married. She had finally escaped all her troublesome identities to go out and travel and didn’t want to be bound by marriage.
Ling Zhou’s words scared both Yun Yihen and Jing Fei to death. Was she not afraid of death? She actually dared to deceive the Emperor! And she said it so smoothly, so matter-of-factly.
“Oh? The Cold King?” Long Ni inquired.
“Reporting to the Emperor, yes.” Jing Fei had no choice but to agree. Now how could he find the sweetheart Ling Zhou mentioned?
“I see. Then I won’t trouble myself.”
