Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

The next half month passed surprisingly peacefully.

Since that night at the ancestral pagoda, Zhu Qing fell seriously ill and was bedridden for quite a while.

After she recovered from her illness, everything was back to normal. She took Zhu Zheng to write and read poetry, appreciate flowers and play the piano, and make clothes. There was no trace of evidence of the tears that day, as if everything was just a dream Zhu Zheng had.

Whenever Zhu Zheng wanted to leave the house, her sister's maid Zhaoxiang would appear and try to stop her in various ways. In the next few days, she followed Zhu Zheng closely.

Zhu Zheng knew why. She was just afraid that she would go to Jinxiang Tower again.

Whether to go to that place or not may not be important anymore.

Zhu Zheng could only pretend that nothing had happened, as if she was trapped in a strange, stagnant dream, and she tried her best to play the role of her past self.

In a pool of stagnant water, I wonder what kind of waves are brewing in the dark.

Soon, there was a chill in the wind.

On the 15th of August, the weather gradually became cooler, the sky was blue and the water was clear, the magnificent mountains and rivers could be seen at the foot of Qilu Mountain, and the good men of Dayong gathered there.

This was a rare opportunity. If one could show his skills, he would gain the favor of the royal family and be admired by his peers. Therefore, the young men and ladies from various families all dressed up, eager to give it a try.

Except for the two sisters of the Zhu family who were mixed in the bustling crowd.

Zhu Zheng's idea was very simple. She wanted to stay close to Zhu Qing. All that was left was to stay in the autumn hunting ground for three full days and behave in a proper manner to make up the numbers.

Grandmother had been preparing for today's event for more than half a month. She went around and bought two identical hunting suits for the two of them, with silver armor and soft gold-embroidered banners, and golden tassels. They were rich, elegant, and impressive.

Although it was a rare set of good clothes, the two sisters of the Zhu family were too outstanding in appearance. After putting them on, they looked like two nimble golden peacocks.

Fortunately, Zhu Zheng had made plans in advance. She prepared two ordinary-style narrow-sleeved skirts in advance, and deliberately chose a warm color that was neither gray nor white.

She wasn't going to compete, and she was determined not to do anything out of the ordinary, so there was no need to dress so conspicuously.

As soon as they arrived at the hunting ground, Zhu Zheng looked everywhere for a place to change clothes. After great difficulty, she found an empty tent and quickly pulled her sister in.

On the way here, Zhu Qing looked a little depressed, with his brows furrowed all the way. Now, his whole face was pale and almost bloodless.

"Sister, are you feeling unwell?" Zhu Zheng didn't bother to change her clothes and quickly helped her sit down. "You don't look well."

"Maybe it's because of the bumpy ride in the carriage. I feel a little dizzy." Zhu Qing waved his hand. "It will be fine after a while."

Zhu Qing had a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, and Zhu Zheng took out a handkerchief to wipe it off for her. "Why don't we just rest here? We won't go on the autumn hunt."

Zhu Qing smiled bitterly, "Then Grandmother, all your efforts were in vain, right?"

"My grandmother won't know anyway." Zhu Zheng smiled slyly, "I can tell her a wonderful story when I get back, right?"

As he was speaking, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and a woman dressed as a eunuch came in.

"So there are other people here." The eunuch held up a thick and large booklet, "Can I see your jade slips?"

The names of those invited to the autumn hunt are strictly recorded, and each invited person will receive a small white jade plaque with his or her name engraved on it as a certificate.

Zhu Zheng and Zhu Qing each took out their jade slips and showed them to the attendant.

After checking, the attendant asked, "Why haven't you two received the holy wreath yet?"

"What wreath?" Zhu Zheng was puzzled.

"According to the rules of the autumn hunt, guests must wear a string of sacred flowers, which symbolizes complete victory and invincibility." The attendant explained briefly and urged, "Hurry up, you two, we have to see His Majesty soon, there is no time to waste."

"My sister is not feeling well." Zhu Zheng stood up and took the two jade slips handed to her by the attendant. "I'll go get them."

The attendant nodded, "Miss, please follow me."

"I'll be back soon." Zhu Zheng stood up and said to Zhu Qing, "Sister, you should take a good rest here first. We can go to a restaurant outside the mountain and order some wild game to replenish our body."

Zhu Qing smiled gently, "Okay."

Zhu Zheng followed the attendant out, and when she reached the tent door, she heard Zhu Qing calling her again.

"Zheng'er."

Zhu Zheng turned around and saw Zhu Qing sitting in the dark. The expression on her face was unclear, and all she could hear was her gentle voice giving instructions.

"Be careful in everything you do and be cautious in what you say and do."

Zhu Zheng nodded and said, "Wait for me to come back."

The Autumn Hunting Ground is located on the north side of Qilu Mountain, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with colorful forests. Compared with the prosperity of Shengjing, this place is vast and boundless, as if the blue sky above is three thousand feet higher.

The people in the event have already worn the sacred flowers, which are dazzling orange and bright, and they contrast beautifully with the yellow flags fluttering in the wind.

Most of the female members of the family wore long skirts with wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, with their skirts rising and falling. They wore holy wreaths around their necks and flowers in their hair. Each of them looked like a flower goddess or a fairy descended to earth.

Zhu Zheng was dazzled as she walked through the crowd. She sighed in her heart that she had worried that she was dressed too ostentatiously, but it seemed that she had worried for nothing.

This autumn hunting ground is just one of the millions of places where men compete. As always, women are dressed up beautifully to serve as a pleasing embellishment on the field.

My grandmother didn't understand this principle. Instead, she prepared a proper hunting outfit, with narrow sleeves, a slim fit, soft armor, a breastplate, goggles, long boots, and wrist guards.

It’s a pity that the good steel was used on the handle of the knife.

Zhu Zheng had no interest in the show. She exchanged the jade slip for a garland, hung it around her neck and prepared to leave, but the attendant at the door blocked her way.

"Your Majesty's procession has arrived at the foot of the mountain. Please take your seats as soon as possible."

"People have three urgent needs."

"Even in an emergency, the emperor must not be disturbed. The distinguished guests should not move around casually."

Zhu Zheng was stuck at the door for a long time, with no way out, so she had to find a seat near the door and sit down.

"That must be the prince of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion." The idle chat of the people sitting next to me suddenly floated into my ears.

Her voice was so high-pitched that Zhu Zheng couldn't help but turn her head to look.

Not far away, there was a tall and strong man dressed in dark blue heavy armor sitting at the opposite seat, with his eyes closed and resting as if no one was around.

Zhu Zheng recognized this man.

The only impression I remember from my previous life was that I was a young warrior who built up his career step by step, continued the glory of the Zhenguo Mansion, and protected the peace of my brothers and sisters. I was a qualified son of a famous family and a qualified eldest brother of the family.

He is Wen Boqiu's elder brother, the Prince of Zhenguo, Wen Fenghan.

Because it was named "Fenghan", Zhu Zheng remembered it after hearing it once.

That face was somewhat similar to Wen Boqiu's, but perhaps due to the wind and sun, his complexion was not as pale and delicate as before, and it looked a bit more heroic.

There was only a long scar running diagonally from the brow bone to the nose bone, and he didn't wear any mask to cover it, just letting people look at him indifferently.

No one sat down within seven feet.

Although it was human nature, it was a bit too straightforward. Zhu Zheng sighed and thought that it didn't matter where she sat, so she might as well go and help him out.

But soon, Zhu Zheng realized that she was thinking too much.

Maybe it was because he felt the scrutiny, but Wen Fenghan suddenly opened his eyes and glanced over sharply. Zhu Zheng was sitting opposite him, but she was glared at for no reason.

She didn't have the courage or the intention to glare back. As the saying goes, less trouble is better. Zhu Zheng picked up some fruits on the table and started eating.

Sitting next to him were two young ladies, who were counting the heads of people across from them with their fingers raised. "The eldest son, the second daughter, the third daughter, the fourth son, and the fifth daughter are all here, but why is the sixth son not here?"

"Haven't you heard of this?"

"what?"

"Sixth Master Wen is under restraint."

"why?"

"Just a few days ago, Mr. Wen Six suddenly proposed to get married. His elder brother hasn't married yet, so how can it be his turn?"

"The Crown Prince is in that state... he can't let his brothers and sisters be delayed at the same time. The Sixth Young Master is also old enough to discuss marriage."

"What marriage are we talking about? Even if the prince of the Duke's Mansion gets married, the Sixth Young Master is still engaged."

"what?"

"What? You don't know? The Sixth Young Master has an arranged marriage since he was a child!"

"Marriage? To whom?"