After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

Without waiting for Chu Yanchen to speak.

Ling Feng immediately patted his chest and assured, "Although the clan residence is heavily guarded, I will definitely find a way to get in and take the things out."

But Chu Yanchen shook his head and said, "No, why take the risk."

Ling Feng frowned, "Then..."

"Watch and wait." Chu Yanchen said, "It's time to send the betrothal gifts, let's get busy with the wedding first."

"I am so busy that I don't have time to care about these things."

Ling Feng was slightly stunned.

The prince's betrothal gift has its own regulations, so just follow the regulations. It will be handled by the steward of the mansion.

How busy can the prince be?

Just when Chu Yanchen was about to think he was stupid, he finally came to his senses.

"Did you intentionally give him a loophole to exploit?"

Chu Yanchen smiled and raised his hand to touch Ling Feng's head, "You're not stupid. It's better for him to take the risk to send the things out than for us to take the risk to go in and get them."

"The Imperial Clan House is Father's territory. We are doing something under his nose. Whether we can get something is secondary. If we anger Father, the loss will outweigh the gain."

Ling Feng nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

Look, look! His prince is very smart!

Who said that his prince was a reckless man who acted recklessly relying on the emperor's favor?

His prince knows when to be unscrupulous and when not to be! This is real ability.

Ling Feng arranged people to keep an eye on both sides.

A team of people was watching the clan house to see when the third prince would make any move.

Another team of people was keeping an eye on their own house, waiting to see when the evidence of accusation would be delivered to them.

Under Chu Yanchen's strategy of watching and waiting.

The day for delivering the betrothal gifts arrived as scheduled.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites and the emperor's younger brother, Prince Rui, went to deliver the betrothal gifts.

The betrothal gift line at Prince Jing’s Mansion was very long, and every piece of it was genuine.

Many people on the road stopped to watch.

"It's finally Prince Jing's turn to marry!"

"It's been many years since Kyoto has seen the grand ceremony of a prince marrying a wife!"

"Prince Jing is a prince who has made great military achievements. His betrothal gift should be more generous, right?"

"The prince's betrothal gifts are regulated, and we must follow the rules."

The people were talking excitedly with their hands in their pockets.

But then a team of imperial guards came riding on horses and blocked the team delivering the betrothal gifts.

"In compliance with the Emperor's order, Prince Jing's betrothal team stops and waits for inspection!" the commander of the imperial guards said in a deep voice with a serious expression.

King Rui, who was delivering the betrothal gift, was surprised when he saw this.

He stepped forward and asked, "Commander Sun, are you mistaken? This is the betrothal gift that Prince Jing wants to send to the Song family."

What is there to check about the betrothal gift to the Emperor's favorite youngest son?

And it happened on the street, and they stopped us for inspection?

Could there be something prohibited in the betrothal gift?

"What we are checking is Prince Jing's betrothal gift." Sun Miao said with a frown.

But his men only stopped the betrothal team and did not send anyone forward to search.

Prince Rui exchanged glances with the official from the Ministry of Rites.

"Why not go back to the palace and ask for instructions?" said the official from the Ministry of Rites.

Prince Rui hesitated for a moment and said, "Hurry up and send someone back to deliver a letter to Prince Jing."

Before receiving the letter from Prince Rui, Chu Yanchen already knew that something had happened.

Because his Prince Jing's Mansion was also surrounded.

His father didn't give him any face at all.

They surrounded Prince Jing's mansion and, with the emperor's oral order, went straight into his study to search it.

"Your Highness..." Ling Feng's expression was tense, "Are we going to the palace now?"

Chu Yanchen was not in a hurry at all, "It's still early, wait a little longer."

Ling Feng looked at him in surprise.

Is it still early? People are blocking the door. Is it still early?

"I haven't looked through my things yet, haven't started looking yet, how come it's not early?"

Chu Yanchen said calmly, "Let them look for it. I will go into the palace after they have searched."

……

Song Yanzhou was waiting for the betrothal gifts to arrive at his home. He was responsible for receiving Prince Rui and officials from the Ministry of Rites who brought the gifts.

It was almost time, but the person delivering the betrothal gifts had not yet arrived.

Song Yanzhou was just about to send someone to check it out when Fang Xun arrived.

"Master, the betrothal gift from Prince Jing's Mansion was stopped by the imperial guards. They said they wanted to inspect it." Fang Xun said with a frown.

"Have you checked?" Song Yanzhou asked.

Fang Xun shook his head, "Not yet, but..."

Fang Xun leaned close to Song Yanzhou's ear and whispered, "Let's start from the study of Prince Jing's Mansion... A few days ago, other embroidered clothes envoys received a mission to keep an eye on Prince Jing's Mansion."

"I guess they have discovered something... and they are deliberately avoiding us."

Fang Xun frowned, "The Emperor doesn't trust us anymore?"

Song Yanzhou's expression remained unchanged. "It's not that I don't believe it, but I want to avoid suspicion."

Fang Xun nodded, yes.

"Disciple will go and get the news now."

"Need not."

Fang Xun turned around to leave, but Song Yanzhou stopped him.

"Since we are asked to avoid suspicion, let's not get involved in this matter." Song Yanzhou waved his hand.

Fang Xun frowned and said, "We are about to send the betrothal gifts. If the team sending the betrothal gifts is taken away...what about this marriage?"

"Good things take time," Song Yanzhou was silent for a moment, "Don't worry about it, just ask someone to keep an eye on it and report to me as soon as there is any news."

"I'm going to go see Mingli."

Song Yanzhou stood up and left the flower hall.

After all, it was her younger sister's wedding, and it was her hard-earned second marriage, and she was marrying into a wealthy family.

Jingyou has been taken to Prince Jing's Mansion. If her marriage encounters any more setbacks, I wonder if she can bear it?

When Song Yanzhou came to see his sister, Song Mingli was sitting and embroidering her veil.

"Brother is here, please sit down." Song Mingli asked someone to make tea for him.

"This veil is almost finished. I won't make tea for you, brother. Shiso makes better tea."

Song Yanzhou looked at the veil in her hand, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Zi Su quickly brought out the refreshing Gu Zhu Zi Bamboo Tea with wisps of white smoke.

Song Yanzhou looked at the white smoke that was gradually dissipating, hesitating on how to start his words so that they would not sound so heartbreaking and harsh.

Before he could think of what to say, Song Mingli put down his needle and thread and looked up at her.

When Song Yanzhou was looked at by his sister's clear and calm eyes, he felt a little nervous for some reason.

"Brother, why are you here with me instead of waiting in the flower hall?" Song Mingli asked.

"Uh..." Song Yanzhou hesitated about how to start.

Song Mingli smiled and said, "It's okay. Prince Jing can take care of it. The betrothal gifts will definitely arrive. Brother, just wait for it."

Song Yanzhou was slightly stunned, "You know?"

Song Mingli didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "On the day when the betrothal gifts came, you didn't receive them in the flower hall, but came to me instead. If there was nothing wrong, were you just coveting a cup of tea from me?"

Song Yanzhou opened his mouth.

"Yes, and you have this expression, as if you want to say something but hesitate." Song Mingli said with a smile, "I'm sure you are embarrassed by what you want to say."

"Do I need to guess? There must be something wrong with the engagement."

"It's okay, Prince Jing can handle it."

After Song Mingli finished speaking, she still calmly lowered her head and embroidered the veil stitch by stitch.

Song Yanzhou looked at her in surprise. When did his sister become so calm and so confident in Prince Jing?

"You're not afraid..."

"I'm not afraid, brother." Song Mingli didn't even raise his head, and his hands kept moving.

Seeing that his sister was calmer than himself, Song Yanzhou finally stood up and said, "Then I'll go wait in the flower hall?"

Song Mingli smiled, "Well, wait and see. He won't give up until he delivers the betrothal gift today."