After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Lin Zhiyu had a smile on her lips, and her eyes were like ripples in a calm lake. The early morning sunlight slanted on her body, making her feel a little unreal.

"You don't seem too happy about it."

Zhou Zijin forced a smile: "If you talk about selfishness, I am indeed a little unhappy."

He lowered his head and re-bandaged Lin Zhiyu's hand.

"Are you afraid that I will continue with my previous plan after I remember it?" Lin Zhiyu blinked and guessed.

Zhou Zijin said nothing, and one side of his hair fell aggrievedly on Lin Zhiyu's arm.

Lin Zhiyu stretched out her other bandaged hand and pushed his hair behind his ear.

"How come you, obedient, only listen to the latter part and forget the first part?"

There was helplessness in her tone, and another chuckle escaped her words.

Only then did Zhou Zijin raise his head: "Open a shop?"

Lin Zhiyu shook his head: "The previous sentence."

"Have you ever wanted to marry you before?"

"No, one more sentence."

Zhou Zijin was startled: "I..."

As soon as he said the first word, a hint of pink appeared on his earlobes.

As if he finally remembered those words, Zhou Zijin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Lin Zhiyu was not in a hurry to speak, her gaze first fell on his eyebrows, then his eyes, and finally moved to his slightly curved thin lips.

Before Zhou Zijin could stop his smile, the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Zhiyu tapped his lips very quickly, and then quickly pulled away.

"Can you trust me now?"

Before Zhou Zijin could speak, Lin Zhiyu said angrily: "In my hometown, boys take the initiative."

She was also a little embarrassed.

Zhou Zijin looked at her like this and laughed softly at first. Then he could no longer suppress the throbbing in his heart and hugged Lin Zhiyu into his arms.

"I know, I know...I have prepared the things for the wedding early in the morning. There is nothing missing. You can do it whenever you want."

Because there was still wet ointment on her other hand, Lin Zhiyu had no choice but to hug him back.

"How about now?"

Zhou Zijin stood up immediately, put his knuckled hands on her shoulders, and flatly refused.

"That won't work. It's too sloppy. The wedding invitations, ceremony officials, and dishes haven't been decided yet."

But after a while, he said again: "It seems okay. I'll ask them to hurry up."

Before Lin Zhiyu had time to speak, Zhou Zijin asked and answered again: "No, it's still not possible. I promised you that it must be done with great fanfare, and the whole capital will eat our wedding candy."

"That's not a big deal..." Lin Zhiyu was shocked by his idea, "I don't advocate wasting money and people."

"I spend my own money."

Zhou Zijin said aggrievedly.

But when he said it, he was worried that Lin Zhiyu would think that he was talking back and cause trouble, so he added at the end: "I just feel that since I promised you, I must keep it."

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore," Lin Zhiyu said, "But now that General Zhuang's matter has been figured out, what are you going to do?"

The topic suddenly became serious.

But this is also a problem they must face.

"Mother An said that there is a second imperial edict in Shoukang Palace. Although I don't know the content, I think it has something to do with the succession of the throne..."

"Do not."

Before Lin Zhiyu finished speaking, Zhou Zijin knew what she meant and shook his head.

"He is my only royal brother after all. If this fact is really revealed, the people will suffer the most, and maybe more innocent people will be implicated."

Zhou Zijin looked at Lin Zhiyu intently, his expression serious as never before.

"You may think I'm cowardly if you tell me, but I'm not a person who likes to play with power. In the past, I lived like a joke, with brothers and sisters respectful to each other, and parents harmonious. Everyone knew it was a fake image. It’s just me, unaware.”

Lin Zhiyu said: "But in my eyes, you are not a weak person."

In his previous life, he died tragically in the palace, and he broke in with his sword without hesitation, but because that was his royal brother, he eventually blinded himself to prevent his body from being exposed in the wilderness.

"If I were alone, I might not hesitate to rush into the palace with my sword, but now I can't, because I have you."

Zhou Zijin awkwardly tied a small bow on Lin Zhiyu's hand.

When he was eleven years old, he was scratched by a sword and bleeding. Lin Zhiyu, dressed in red, broke into his sight with tearful eyes.

That bow was beautiful and grand. Zhou Zijin was smart and took note of her technique.

"Brother Huang is no longer the person I know. I don't want to put you in danger because of me."

Lin Zhiyu said worriedly: "I don't want you to give up your life because of me."

"This is of my own free will and has nothing to do with you." Zhou Zijin sighed, "He and I grew up together and have the strongest friendship. I can't do it."

"He has been the prince since he was a child. His father, the emperor, and his mother have always been strict with him. I know how much effort he put into this position."

Zhou Zijin paused.

"I am not a political person. After we get married, I will leave the capital on my own initiative."

Lin Zhiyu suddenly raised his eyes.

"In this capital, apart from you, there is nothing I miss anymore."

Everything he said was true. From a young age, whenever his father mentioned him, he would sigh sadly: "If you go too far in benevolence and righteousness, you will eventually be devoured by those ruthless people."

The Zhou family has withered heirs. If the brothers turn against each other, the country will not be able to hold on to it.

……

According to Mrs. Lin's wishes, even if Lin Zhiyu was removed from the family tree, she had been wronged, so she still married from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Grandma has been looking forward to it all her life and wanted to see you get married in style. This can be regarded as fulfilling Yun Jin's instructions to me before she died."

On the day of the wedding, Mrs. Lin looked at Lin Zhiyu who had put on her wedding clothes, her eyes full of joy.

Lin Zhiyu and Wang Yunjin were very similar. Mrs. Lin looked at her as if she had gone back to the time when Wang Yunjin married into the Lin family.

Mrs. Lin sighed again when she thought that Wang Yunjin had ended up like that because of her own insistence.

"Prince Jin, that kid, if you dare to treat you badly, just come back. Grandma will make the decision for you!"

Lin Zhiyu carefully applied cinnabar-colored lipstick, pursed her lips, and said with a smile, "How can he be so brave when grandma is here?"

While talking, I heard Butler Li's scolding voice coming from outside the door.

"Today is a happy day, don't touch the big girl's brows!"

Then a familiar voice said: "I have realized my mistake. I come here this time to sincerely wish the big girl!"

Lin Zhiyu recognized Zhang Xiuli's voice and recalled that when she came back to get married, she didn't seem to see the Zhang family.

Mrs. Lin obviously heard the movement outside and snorted: "I still have the dream of coming back and being the mistress of the house."