Ye Panjiu looked at the noble lady with some doubt. Had she forgotten that her carriage had just collided with Sheng Ping's carriage?

What's all the excitement about?

Sheng Ping didn't let her get up. "So it's Chen Jiazhao'er. Do you know your mistake?"

Chen Zhao's face turned pale instantly, only then remembering that his carriage seemed to have bumped into another carriage.

It seems to be this simple horse-drawn carriage right in front of me…

She was always in a hurry when she went out, and she would yell at the coachman to cut her way. She never expected that today she would bump into Princess Shengping's carriage!

She hurriedly knelt down and said subconsciously, "It's all my fault for being blind and not recognizing Your Highness. If I had known it was Your Highness, I wouldn't have dared to do it even if you gave me ten lives!"

Sheng Ping retorted sharply, "Is this how the Chen family taught you? To fawn over the powerful and be subservient to the weak, with your eyes only looking up to the heavens?"

Chen Zhao was so anxious that sweat poured down his forehead. "Your Highness, please calm down. It's all my daughter's fault."

Sheng Ping looked at Ye Panjiu, "Sister Panjiu, what do you think is the best way to punish her?"

This action will definitely be punished, but she wants to see how Sister Panjiu will punish her.

Ye Panjiu was quietly playing the role of a background figure; she didn't want to incur the wrath of these noble ladies so soon after arriving in the capital.

Suddenly asked the question, she looked at Sheng Ping, wondering why she felt that Sheng Ping's actions were intentional.

She thought for a moment and replied, “The essence of propriety is to humble oneself and respect others. Even a peddler must be respected, let alone the rich and noble. It would be better to copy the Book of Rites to correct the laws of propriety.”

Sheng Ping smiled, "Very good. Chen Zhao, you are not allowed to leave the house until you have finished copying the Book of Rites."

Chen Zhao lowered her head, her lips pouting, "I've got it."

"Let's go," Sheng Ping said.

The driver cracked the whip, and the carriage continued forward.

Chen Zhao watched the carriage disappear into the distance, his eyes filled with gloom.

She accepted Sheng Ping's punishment; after all, Sheng Ping was a princess, holding a high position and great power, and someone she respected.

The woman next to her knew almost all the noble ladies in the capital, but she had never seen this person before.

What gives you the right to lecture her?

They really think too highly of themselves!

She will remember this humiliation!

Sheng Ping smiled at Ye Panjiu, "Panjiu, don't worry. Chen Zhao is just the second daughter of the Chen family. If she holds a grudge and dares to bully you, I will definitely help you!"

Ye Panjiu looked at her and said, "Your Highness, I do not wish to be involved in the conflict and only wish to stay away from the court. If there is a next time, Your Highness need not write to me again."

She knew that Sheng Ping simply wanted her to stay in the capital, preferably with an identity arranged for her to attend court directly, which would be a great help to Sheng Ping.

But how could she possibly be so savvy as to get involved in court intrigues?

Even if she did, she didn't want to let these things wear down her brain cells.

This is what royalty is like; no matter how amiable they appear on the surface, they are still weighing the pros and cons on the inside.

Su Yan is truly an exception.

Sheng Ping paused, looked at Ye Panjiu for a long time, and said, "It's been a long time since I've been rejected so decisively. Sister Panjiu has made me much more clear-headed."

Ye Panjiu smiled and said slowly, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? Your Highness, are only members of the royal family the ones who live the best lives? Are only those with power the ones who live comfortably? Your Highness, think of His Majesty."

Sheng Ping didn't say anything more.

Ye Panjiu didn't pay any attention and continued to look at the capital city outside the car.

She never owed Sheng Ping anything, and she only ever helped him.

If she owed anyone anything, she only owed Su Yan a great deal.

Even a princess is still a head, two eyes, and one mouth; she is a human being, and she cannot simply fawn over someone.

When they were almost at the capital, Shengping spoke again, "Sister Panjiu is right. I have been confused lately. Please don't blame me, Sister Panjiu."

Ye Panjiu smiled and said, "It is very good that Your Highness can say such things."

Sheng Ping couldn't help but move closer to her again. "My mother passed away early. I just liked Sister Gan Jiu too much, so I got impatient."

I hope Sister Jiu is kind-hearted, intelligent, and helpful. She also guides me through my difficulties, and her conversations make me feel very comfortable.

How could she not want to keep Sister Panjiu by her side?

The higher one's position, the more isolated and lonely one becomes.

How many people does the Emperor truly trust?

She felt increasingly lonely.

Ye Panjiu grasped her hand, "Your Highness, no matter when or what status we hold, trust can only be earned with sincerity."

Otherwise, this trust will always be just a bubble, and it will eventually burst.

Sheng Ping nodded solemnly, "Okay."

The carriage arrived at the main tent. Sheng Ping helped Ye Panjiu down from the carriage, and then they slowly moved into the main tent.

The main tent was filled with the strong smell of medicine. Su Yan was leaning against the couch, holding a book in his hand, and was turning to look in this direction.

A smile involuntarily appeared in his eyes.

"Your Highness, this humble subject pays his respects."

Sheng Ping waved his hand, "Brother Su, please skip this formality. Sister Pan Jiu just woke up and wants to come see you."

Ye Panjiu, who had been smiling, glanced at Sheng Ping upon hearing this.

This young girl, why does she like playing matchmaker?

Sheng Ping helped Ye Panjiu sit down beside Su Yan's bed. "Brother Su, Sister Panjiu, you two have had a very tiring journey. You should rest well and leave the rest to Father and me."

Su Yan couldn't raise his hand yet, so he could only lower his head and say, "Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."

Sheng Ping looked at Su Yan, then at Ye Panjiu, glancing back and forth several times.

Finally, she smiled brightly and said, "Sister Panjiu, from now on, let me call you sister-in-law?"

Ye Panjiu coughed lightly.

Su Yan said calmly, "Your Highness has been away from the palace for a long time, and His Majesty must be very worried about you."

The subtext is: Get out of here, don't get in the way.

Sheng Ping sighed, turned around and waved his hand, "Alright, alright, I'm leaving. If you need anything, have Minister Lin contact me."

Once only the two of them remained in the main tent, Ye Panjiu leaned forward and looked at Su Yan's injuries.

Wrapped in layers of white cloth, his body was almost wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

How are you feeling now?

Su Yan reached out and grasped Ye Panjiu's hand firmly. "I feel great now."

Ye Panjiu raised an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything.

Su Yan softened his voice, "Pan Jiu, I've already given the order that no one is allowed in the main tent. Sitting like this isn't good for your recovery. Come and lie down on the couch with me."

Ye Panjiu raised her eyebrows even higher, a smile playing on her lips. "You're covered in wounds, what if I touch them?"

Su Yan turned to look at the bedside, "This area is quite spacious, you won't bump into anything."

His voice grew weaker and weaker, filled with endless pitifulness.

If Ye Panjiu's arm hadn't hurt, she would have definitely pinched his cheek.

Why are you like a wolf in sheep's clothing, all serious in front of others, but pitiful and aggrieved in private?

She stood up, sat on the edge of the tatami mat, kicked off her shoes, moved one leg onto the mat first, and then the other.

She was sitting a little taller than Su Yan, and looked down at him.

His face was pale, but his eyes were very bright.

Ye Panjiu looked away from his gaze, which was burning her eyes, and looked at the book in his hand.

What are you looking at?

Su Yan's smile never faded, and the sight of their clothes touching stirred his heart.

How could I make him so happy without doing anything?