Crown Princess...

I took a deep breath, clenched my fists, and barely managed to maintain a smile.

Peace and happiness are good.

Very bold.

Just two days ago, she laid out her current situation to Anle and explained it to him in detail.

Considering all the arrangements I made for her, this was the best outcome I could achieve for her.

After all, in terms of bloodline, she was a descendant of a traitor from the previous dynasty.

At the time, the Crown Princess felt sorry for her and was unhappy, and never blamed her even though she didn't talk much.

But unexpectedly...

She was kind-hearted and willing to lend a helping hand to women in the palace who knew life was hard.

The premise is that it has to be an obedient and appreciative person, not a troublemaker.

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As night deepened, Yun Wuyi still hadn't returned to his room.

The Crown Prince is steady and calm, so naturally he would not do anything frivolous.

The Fifth Prince and other members of the imperial family alone were unwilling to let him go.

In the past, Master Daoci was like the bright moon hanging in the sky, high above and untouched by the breath of mortals.

His status in the emperor's heart was even comparable to that of the crown prince.

They're all around my age, just like me, so why are they so outstanding?

Now, the bright moon has fallen from the sky on its own.

Even if they don't fall into the mud, at least they can now stand on equal footing with themselves.

A group of people, suppressed by the fame of the King of Qishan, took advantage of their drunkenness to act wildly and unruly.

It's a great joy, a happy occasion.

Even with the crown prince standing in his way, the groom, the Prince of Qishan, drank quite a bit of wine.

A faint blush appeared on her usually cold and calm, fair face.

Seeing the Fifth Prince and his group shouting and making a ruckus in the bridal chamber.

Seeing that things were really getting out of hand, the Crown Prince used his authority as the eldest brother and heir apparent to subdue the group.

He ordered his men to properly escort the Prince of Qishan into his new room.

Such a beautiful time and place, such a lovely night, is hard to find.

Absolutely not! Don't offend the Princess Consort of Qishan on the very first day!

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Guided by the servant, Yun Wuyi walked through the garden to the location of the bridal chamber.

Inside the main courtyard, the warm candlelight flickered faintly beneath the flowering branches.

He stopped in his tracks and raised his hand to press his brow.

This servant was handpicked by the Crown Princess to serve Prince Qishan, and he watched his expression closely.

"Your Highness, have you drunk too much wine and are feeling unwell?"

Yun Wuyi nodded.

"Bring me a bowl of hangover soup."

After saying that, he looked at his sleeves and chest, frowning.

"Is there any way to get rid of the smell of alcohol on me?"

When the King of Qishan was drunk, he became much more approachable.

Unlike when she was sober, she was not distant or indifferent.

And, just as the outside world had said, he was indeed very fond of his newlywed wife.

He had drunk some alcohol and was afraid that his body odor would offend her.

The servant said respectfully, "I will have someone bring Your Highness some hangover soup right away. As for clothes," he smiled.

"This is your wedding attire; it's not customary to change it today."

"How about I get you a dried Buddha's Hand citrus fruit to burn? It has a citrus scent, much fresher than those perfume powders and balls."

Yun Wuyi nodded.

Tell him to go quickly.

The servant left, leaving him alone under the pomegranate tree in the main courtyard of the new house.

The wind blew away the thin clouds overhead.

The waning crescent moon was faint and pale, while the stars in the sky were bright and clear.

The drunkenness on his face had completely vanished.

His fingers unconsciously tightened.

Her wrist was bare; the Buddhist prayer beads she usually wore were not there.

Tonight, he voluntarily descended into the mortal world, and it is not appropriate for gods and Buddhas to be present.

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"Your Highness? Your Highness, the Prince of Qishan!"

The woman's voice came from the shadows of the red pillars not far away.

The voice sounded familiar.

Yun Wuyi raised his eyes.

The slender figure, like a fledgling bird returning to the forest, rushed into his arms.

Yun Wuyi took two steps back and raised his arm to stop the person.

Under the starlight, the woman's fair face was streaked with tears.

Her hair was styled in a double bun, and she wore a light purple maid's dress.

It turned out to be Princess Anle.

Yun Wuyi pursed his thin lips into a thin line.

His dark eyes, cold and icy, gazed silently at her.

Under the moonlight, his silence was somewhat frightening.

He remained silent, but the woman in front of him had no choice but to speak as well.

She begged him, crying.

"Your Highness, please save me."

Yun Wuyi: "You've come to the wrong person. The one who can save you isn't here."

Princess Anle cried, “No, Your Highness can certainly save me! I don’t ask for fine clothes and delicacies, nor for a high status, I only ask for a place of shelter, a bowl of porridge and a bed, that would be enough.”

Yun Wuyi: "Ganjing is so big, and with your decent medical skills, you'll naturally have no problem getting enough to eat."

Princess Anle: "What medical skills? I only learned them to maintain my reputation as a virtuous woman. How could those commoners be worthy of my treatment?"

Yun Wuyi's eyes were deep and mysterious.

It was as if it had seen through all the desires in her heart.

"In the end, you're not begging for a bowl of porridge or a bed; you're begging me to take you in."

Princess Anle's tears fell like beads.

"Your Highness—"

Yun Wuyi looked ahead, at the lights hidden among the flower branches.

Do you know what day it is today?

Princess Anle bit her lower lip, her watery eyes looking at him pitifully.

Yun Wuyi: "Today is my wedding day."

His cold, emotionless eyes fell upon her.

"It's very inappropriate for you to be here."

After saying that, he raised his hand and summoned the servant who had returned.

"Send this girl out."

The servant has been here for a while.

Seeing the two talking, he very obediently stopped where his master could see him, but did not approach.

It won't disturb the owner's mood, and it can adapt to different situations.

Upon being summoned by the King of Qishan, he hurried over.

The words carried a warning:

"Young lady, please stop making a scene. The distinguished guests in the front yard haven't left yet; what kind of behavior is this?"

Princess Anle cried, "Yun Wuyi, I don't ask for the position of princess or concubine, I just want to be a maid by your side. You won't even grant me that? Just let me stay, I'll do anything you ask!"

Yun Wuyi took the dried Buddha's hand from the servant and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Princess Anle's eyes were filled with despair.

"Yun Wuyi, you claim to be a cultivator, yet you stand by and watch me die! I will die right before your eyes today."

After saying that, she pulled a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed it straight into her chest.

The servant beside her quickly broke her wrist and took the dagger back.

Blood had stained her silk sleeves.

Princess Anle sobbed softly.

"You all don't want me, you all don't want me... But what did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?"

Yun Wuyi never looked at her again.

"Suffering is not suffering, joy is not joy. If you cling to a single thought, you will be trapped by that thought; if you let go of that thought, you will find freedom in your heart."

Behind her, a servant stopped Princess Anle, who was crying and trying to catch up.

"Miss, it's getting late. The Crown Princess is looking for you."

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Once all the chaos outside has been resolved.

Yun Wuyi looked up into the courtyard.

Holding a plate of snacks, the bride, who was watching the commotion, showed no embarrassment at being caught.

She waved her paw at him.

She smiled sweetly.

"My husband."

Yun Wuyi stepped forward, and his newlywed wife picked a piece from the pastry plate and put it in his mouth.

Her big eyes were still looking out with lingering interest.

"Why is it over already? Why not say a few more words?"