Female Master: The Cold Prince

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the entire capital city was covered with a layer of ice and snow. Perhaps because it had snowed all night, the branches outside the houses had been bent by the thick snow.

It was a rare opportunity for the court to give civil and military officials three days off. Except for some royal relatives who needed to pay respects in the palace, all other officials stayed in their mansions and did not want to go out.

Xiahou Jiuyue stood in front of the window, looking at the heavy snow outside, and picked up a cloak from the clothes rack and put it on.

"Master, the carriage is ready, we can enter the palace." Ye Er walked in from outside and said, and a gust of icy cold wind followed her into the house.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Jiuyue nodded slightly and walked out of the house. Ye Er followed closely beside her and held a red umbrella for her.

The two then walked out of the mansion. With every step they took on the thick snow, they could clearly hear the creaking sound coming from under their feet.

Maybe it was because of the snow that the temperature outside was extremely low. Apart from some scattered vendors, there were no pedestrians on the entire street.

Xiahou Jiuyue drew aside the curtains and looked at the deserted street outside the carriage. From time to time, some rain and snow would drift into the carriage. She lowered the curtains and tightened her cloak. There was a heater in the carriage that Ye Er had prepared in advance to prevent her from being too cold.

The entire street was covered with heavy snow. As the road beneath their feet could not be seen clearly, the carriage was moving very slowly. It was really pitiful for Ye Er, who was driving the carriage. She had to endure the biting cold wind brought by the snowstorm while controlling the carriage to prevent it from sliding.

Half an hour passed like this, and the carriage finally arrived at the palace gate. At this time, Ye Er's hands were almost frozen to the point of losing consciousness. Xiahou Jiuyue got off the carriage and threw her a hand warmer. Ye Er took the hand warmer and felt a hint of warmth in her heart.

It was still snowing. Ye Er didn't have time to warm her hands and wanted to hold an umbrella for Xiahou Jiuyue. Unexpectedly, Xiahou Jiuyue was one step ahead of her and held the umbrella herself.

Seeing her red hands from the cold, Xiahou Jiuyue frowned slightly and said, "Let's go!"

Ye Er didn't dare to share an umbrella with Xiahou Jiuyue, so she slowed down and followed behind her, letting the rain and snow fall on her body.

Just as the two took two steps, a secret guard came out from the darkness and handed Ye Er an umbrella. Seeing this, Xiahou Jiuyue raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at the secret guard, but didn't say anything.

After entering the palace, Xiahou Jiuyue first went to the imperial study to pay her respects to the empress, and then moved to Yuling Palace.

The palace was bustling today, as many families of royal relatives and ministers brought their sons to Fengyi Palace to pay their respects. Xiahou Jiuyue would naturally not join in the fun, even though Feng Jun was the father of a country, and no one would say anything even if Xiahou Jiuyue did not go to pay her respects.

When I arrived outside Yuling Palace, I heard several familiar voices coming from inside the palace.

It seems that Yuling Palace is also very lively today. After the palace servant who reported came out, Xiahou Jiuyue took off the cloak stained with rain and snow and handed it to Ye Er, then entered the palace.

In the hall, Ling Yiqing sat alone in the main seat, and the rest of the people sat down below.

With the arrival of Xiahou Jiuyue, everyone in the hall couldn't help but look at her. She was wearing a dazzling red dress just like yesterday. At the moment when everyone was distracted, Xiahou Jiuyue had already arrived in the center of the hall.

"Your son greets you, father, and hopes you are in good health."

Ling Yiqing nodded with a smile as bright as spring breeze on his face, "Well, sit down!"

"Yes." Xiahou Jiuyue sat down at the bottom closest to him.

"Xu'er meets my cousin." Ling Chuanxu couldn't help but said shyly with a slightly blushing face. Every time he saw his cousin, he couldn't help but blush and his heart beat fast.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the palace said in unison: "Greetings, His Royal Highness Prince Chen."

"Yeah." Xiahou Jiuyue nodded to everyone, indicating that they didn't need to be polite.

Ling Yiqing looked at her cold expression and smiled helplessly. This child was good in every way except that her personality was too cold.

In the entire palace, besides Ling Chuanxu, Ji Muyan was also there. It should be because of the engagement that he came to the palace to pay his respects to his future father-in-law.

In addition, many noble children from the capital also came, and at this time they were chattering and saying a lot of nice things to Ling Yiqing.

Xiahou Jiuyue ignored everyone and her eyes fell on the person at the back. As soon as she entered the hall, she saw Yu Suyuan sitting alone at the back.

Everyone had a smile on their face, except for him, who had a look of loneliness in his eyes. In the bustling hall, he seemed a little out of place.

Seeing the grievance and resentment in his eyes, Xiahou Jiuyue felt a little complicated.

When Yu Suyuan saw that he was looking at him, he felt a little bitter in his heart. The two of them just looked at each other from a distance of several people.

It was almost noon when the snow outside had stopped. Everyone then dispersed and left Yuling Palace. Xiahou Jiuyue hurriedly caught up with the man. Seeing him leaving in a hurry, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Ji Muyan looked at Xiahou Jiuyue's anxious expression, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Seeing this, Ling Chuanxu, who was standing next to him, was even more furious. What a damn bitch! If it weren't for him, how could his cousin be granted marriage and Ji Muyan would have gotten it for nothing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel jealous and crazy, and he became more and more displeased with Ji Muyan beside him.

"Master Ji, look at your cousin. She didn't even wait for you, her fiancé, and actually left you behind to chase after Prince Nanyang. If you didn't know, you would think Prince Nanyang was her fiancé."

Hearing his sarcastic words, Ji Muyan's eyes flashed with sarcasm, but his face did not show it at all.

"Your Highness is the Crown Prince's sister, so it's inevitable that she cares about him. Maybe Your Highness has something to say to him, so she left in a hurry. Mr. Ling is Your Highness's cousin, so please don't speak carelessly, lest you bring criticism to Your Highness."

After saying that, he left with a wave of his sleeves, leaving Ling Chuanxu alone gritting his teeth, "Bah! You look like a villain who has succeeded. Don't think that you can marry my cousin just because you are her fiancé. You are just dreaming!"

Damn Ji Muyan, he seemed to be a very low-key person before, but he never thought that he was also the one who was eyeing his cousin.

Here, they arrived at a place with few people. Xiahou Jiuyue reached out and grabbed the person in front of her, asking him to stop.

Yu Suyuan's hand was held, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He didn't want to see her now, and just wanted to go back home and stay in his own house.

Seeing that his eyes were slightly red and full of stubbornness, Xiahou Jiuyue sighed slightly in her heart, then gently embraced him in her arms.

At first, Yu Suyuan had some intention of resisting, but under Xiahou Jiuyue's strong arms, he was held tightly and could not move, so he could only let her hold him.

After a while, Xiahou Jiuyue let go of the person in her arms and looked at him with distressed and helpless eyes.

"Trust me, okay?"