The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

"Xing Yu"

A mellow voice came from behind.

Wei Xingli did not stop.

The man shouted again in a heavier tone, then disappeared into the dark night with his red sleeves.

The light in the cage flickered, and the study in the Dong Mansion was filled with dim light.

Dong Yanwan was so ashamed that she burst into tears, "I won't enter the East Palace!"

"I would rather die than share a husband with Sister Yan!"

"Nonsense!"

Dong Ruicheng scolded, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is the crown prince of a country, and the women in the harem are both wives and concubines as well as assistants. Don't say that you and the one from the Zuo family are not sisters, even if you are biological sisters, Ehuang and Nvying, haven't you heard enough?"

Dong Ruicheng's face was solemn. Although he scolded, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

He had only one daughter, whom he doted on, and only wished for her safety and happiness, not for a good family background.

I have never had the intention of currying favor with the rich and powerful.

To put it nicely, his daughter is simple and kind, but to put it bluntly, she is a brainless fool.

How to survive in a palace...

"But I don't like the prince... wuwuwu" Dong Yanwan felt like the sky was falling. She was still feeling sorry for Chen Yingyue in the afternoon, and now this bad luck has come to her...

Dong Ruicheng sighed, "If the Zuo family was in Beijing, given your friendship, if you asked her to persuade the prince, there might be a way to turn things around. Unfortunately, she is gone..."

Dong Yanwan's crying stopped abruptly.

Sister Yan...

Dong Yanwan suddenly remembered yesterday when Zuo Suiyan asked her if she had a good man in her heart...

After a while, he burst into tears.

"Dad, please think of a way. I don't want to go to the palace, wuwuwuwu."

There is no good in that couple.

Seeing how much she resisted, Dong Ruicheng pressed his forehead.

"There is a way."

"If she doesn't want to marry the prince, then she will marry someone else. No matter how capable the Shen family is, they dare not take someone else's wife."

"Does it have to be this way? But I..." Dong Yanwan sobbed, her voice choking, "I don't want to get married..."

Her mother said she would keep her until she was eighteen, but she was only sixteen and had never thought about marriage.

Dong Ruicheng rubbed her little head and said, "It doesn't matter. It's the same with engagement."

She raised her red eyes, revealing worry, "But will the prince...feel that we are deliberately shirking our responsibilities..."

She didn't want to bring trouble to her family.

"Don't worry. Your father has been in the imperial court for decades. If he can't even withstand this little pressure, then he is a waste."

Dong Ruicheng remained calm and composed.

He was not a man who followed the rules. When he was young, he rebelled against his family and started his own business. Even his wife was snatched from the street.

What a shitty Shen family.

The Chen family fell into decline, and they wanted his Mingzhu to take his place as a concubine.

If he were young, he would have come to argue with a sword in hand, but he is old now, a family with three generations of history, and he cannot be so reckless.

Dong Yanwan was deeply moved. Her father's majestic figure became even taller in her eyes, until he said something that poured cold water on Dong Yanwan.

"Zhang... Zhang Yanqiu?"

"yes"

When talking about this man, Dong Ruicheng's eyes and eyebrows were full of satisfaction. "This boy is knowledgeable and talented, proficient in both civil and military strategies, gentle in temperament, and of excellent character. He will definitely be the top scorer in the imperial examination."

"By the way, you were the one who recommended him to me, so he should be familiar to me."

"How is it, how about him?"

Dong Ruicheng is full of expectations for a talented and ideal son-in-law.

Dong Yanwan suspected that he had gone through so much trouble just to marry Zhang Yanqiu to her.

He shook his head decisively, "I don't like the top scholar, I like the third scholar."

"Tanhua..." Dong Ruicheng hesitated, "Who is Tanhua..."

Suddenly, a sharp sound came out, "Superficial!"

"Appearance is nothing but an external thing, can it be eaten?"

"Twenty years later, with wrinkled skin and gray hair, everything will be the same."

"How is it the same?" Dong Yanwan retorted.

Good-looking people are at least good-looking...

Moreover, "I see that Uncle Ling and Uncle Qin are still charming even though they are over 40. Dad, you can't put yourself in their shoes."

She spoke with such sincerity that Dong Ruicheng felt as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart.

He pointed at Dong Yanwan, his nostrils smoking with anger.

"Who taught you to use the word 'extend yourself to others'? Go out and copy the Analects of Confucius thirty times."

"You are not allowed to sleep until you finish copying!!"

...

The eighth day of the winter month.

Gongs and drums are beating and red silk is fluttering.

The common people formed a circle with the main gate of Yuxian Tower as the axis, and there were strong guards on both sides holding sticks to maintain order.

The onlookers who came to watch the fun blocked the east-west intersection of Shanglin Street. Zhao Qu led the yamen runners to maintain order at the east entrance of the street. He was wearing a dark blue uniform, a black sand crown on his head, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and he was tall and thin.

People were coming and going around him, light and shadows were scattered across his angular face, his right hand was casually placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his deep eyes suppressed the people who were ready to make a move.

The thunder hidden behind the dark clouds,

If you don't make any sound, then forget it.

Chu Yizhao saw this scene from afar.

She had seen Zhao Qu before. That night he lowered his head so her face could not be seen clearly, but his aura, as sharp as a bow, was unforgettable.

While Zhao Qu was inspecting, he inadvertently met a pair of phoenix eyes that were looking at him. He paused slightly, then nodded in greeting, and Chu Yizhao closed his head in return.

Across the turbulent crowd, they looked at each other from a distance and then moved away.

Dong Yanwan said beside him, "Lord Zhao even does things like patrolling the streets himself, no wonder he was able to ascend to the third rank."

She walked by Chu Yizhao's ear, crickets chirping.

"I heard that Lord Zhao is very strict in his official duties. He often stays in the government office for half a month without going home because of a case."

"I get up early in the morning. Fortunately, I am young, otherwise my body would have been ruined long ago."

He does not mean that.

Her folded hands hung in front of her pink skirt, curled up unnaturally.

The two of them entered Yueshiju with their maids and attendants.

Yueshiju is located opposite to Yuxianlou. The private room on the second floor of Yueshiju is an excellent viewing platform for the Xiutai bride-recruiting ceremony.

Chu Yizhao teased her, "Lord Zhao seems to be unmarried yet, and his appearance and figure are also very outstanding. You..."

"Don't," Dong Yanwan interrupted, "That's just bullshit to deceive Daddy. I'm not a sex-hungry ghost."

"Besides, I don't have the right to choose people. Dad may have a nice dream, but people may not necessarily like me."

She is self-aware and has a simple mind.

Her parents gave her a good-looking face but forgot to give her any intelligence. She is cowardly, stupid and impulsive.

He has studied hard for ten years and made a difference in the world, so naturally he should marry a talented woman. Wouldn't it be unlucky for him to marry a fool like her?

"As for me, I just want to marry a man who loves and cares for me. I don't need to be extremely smart and capable. It's enough for me to just go home when it rains."

Chu Yizhao laughed out loud at her, "Nonsense, if you don't know how to go home, then you are a fool."

"You, don't underestimate yourself."

"Bang!"

A strange noise coming from the right wing interrupted the two people who were about to enter.

"What's that sound?" Dong Yanwan looked at it curiously.

Nothing can be seen through the closed door.

There was only one sound in the room, as if the host had accidentally broken a teacup.

Gravel falls into the water, and there is tranquility after the sound of spring water.

Chu Yizhao felt something was not right. He had just taken half a step when he was stopped by a voice calling "Miss Amin".

On the left side, near the stairs, Wei Xingche walked up step by step with a woman wearing a veiled hat.

"I've met the prince."

"No need to be polite."

Wei Xingche stood still, wearing a blue robe and a jade crown, with his delicate lips curved into a straight arc.

"Miss Amin, what a coincidence."

"You come and watch the fun, too."

Having said that, he paused and looked at Dong Yanwan.

The latter understood and bowed, "My name is Dong Yanwan, and my father is Dong Ruicheng from the Ministry of Revenue."

"Miss Dong." Wei Xingche nodded politely and turned his gaze to Chu Yizhao again. "Have you booked a private room? Do you want to join us? This is my distant cousin. You are about the same age, so you should have a lot of common topics."

He pointed to the woman wearing a veiled hat behind him.

Chu Yizhao noticed this woman. She looked over and the person in the veil seemed to be looking at her as well.

The flowing misty veil tilted slightly.