Fang Ruotang thought of the truckload of gifts Wei Xuan had given her and offered a humanitarian reminder, "Well, I can read faces, as you know. I can tell that your love life is full of hardships. You absolutely cannot marry a woman surnamed Zhao, otherwise you will be living a life of misery in the future. You'd better listen to your family and not make decisions on your own regarding marriage."

In any case, the Marquis of Yongyi's family could never find a match for a daughter of a fifth-rank official who had lost her mother. It was almost impossible for Zhao Zhen'er to climb to a higher social status than Wei Xuan by using Wei Xuan as a stepping stone. In the end, she would find that Wei Xuan was still the best choice, so she would marry him with a condescending attitude and look down on him.

Yeah, it's probably like the PUA techniques in storybooks!

Just thinking about Wei Xuan's future makes me feel terrible.

Wei Xuan looked at Fang Ruotang with emotion. His gifts, which he had sent in several cartloads, had not been in vain. Even the spirit of the artifact did not want to save him, but the Grand Preceptor had actually given him some advice.

He plans to collect even more novelties and send them to the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

"Your Majesty, you should really give your opinion on the Fourth Princess's marriage!" Fang Ruotang sighed, practically pointing her finger at the Emperor to tell him to be more mindful and stop focusing solely on cultivating immortality.

The Emperor acted swiftly and decisively, praising Wei Xuan for handling the task well, and then directly bestowed a marriage upon Wei Xuan and the Fourth Princess.

Fang Ruotang was startled and quickly poked the small mirror.

[W-What's going on? Why did the Emperor suddenly bestow this marriage upon them? They each have someone else in their hearts; won't this union result in a miserable couple?]

[Oh, it's not that serious! Not everyone is Consort Yu. One is a princess, the other a legitimate son of a marquis. They have basic political acumen. With the marriage already arranged, they can't cause any major trouble. After all, they both have families they want to protect.]

The Emperor himself bestowed this marriage upon us; dare we cause trouble?

Are you out of your mind?

【And what about them...?】

Fang Ruotang glanced quietly at Wei Xuan, who had already knelt down to receive the imperial decree.

[Don't worry about it. They're both love-struck. They'll sleep together on their wedding night, and naturally, they'll fall for each other and find someone else.]

Fang Ruotang: ...

Wei Xuan: ...

Does he look down on anyone? Is his sentiment so shallow?

He only respected her because she was his first love, and she was his wife; it wasn't simply a case of him falling in love with someone else.

Wei Xuan was unconvinced, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

Fang Ruotang didn't pay much attention, because the little mirror had started talking to someone else again.

[Did you see that boy with feminine features? He's Gu Jiaren, the youngest son of Lord Gu, and he's about to die.]

【古佳人, sounds like a young lady's name.】

Gu Jiaren had fair skin and a small face, making her more beautiful than most women. At this moment, she looked at the Grand Preceptor with slightly worried eyes.

The name is not important.

I think I can still be saved.

Why don't you tell me about my misfortune first, so that I can escape it?

Gu Jiaren's eyebrows are different from most men's sword-like eyebrows. He has thin eyebrows, and when he frowns slightly, they look somewhat like Xi Shi holding her heart, making him look pitiful.

In the original timeline, a few days later when he went to the docks, he encountered a group of drunkards who mistook him for a woman and tried to do *that* to him.

Fang Ruotang asked nervously.

So he was subjected to this and that?

Little Mirror: ...

Is this the key point?

Gu Jiaren has fair skin, and when her face turns red, she looks as alluring as a ripe peach.

All the officials in the court looked at him, and unconsciously pondered that with such a shy and demure appearance, it was no wonder that people misunderstood him.

Oh, no, you saved the original timeline.

Fang Ruotang breathed a sigh of relief, then her eyes widened in surprise.

Didn't I tell you that you're not allowed to talk like that?

Little Mirror: ...

My happiness for today is gone again.

You saved him, and he fell in love with you. Later, while trying to save you, he was murdered. Don't ask who murdered him; just look at the six most outstanding young men in the court. The murderer is among them.

Fang Ruotang's gaze swept over the Crown Prince, the Heir Apparent Rong, the Young Prince, as well as Prince An and Minister Ye, before finally settling on Huo Zhige.

Is it Huo Zhige?

It wasn't him this time.

[Wait, who's that? It can't be my brother, the Crown Prince, can it?]

Little Mirror: ...

If anyone calls you stupid again, I'll get angry.

"It definitely wasn't my brother, the Crown Prince. He's such a good person, how could he kill someone!" Fang Ruotang muttered to herself.

courtier:……

Do you want to see what nonsense you're spouting?

Two months ago, did you forget about the blood at the entrance of the vegetable market that had dried into a layer of mud? There are still many vacant official positions in the court, waiting for the imperial examination in September to select talented people to fill them.

[Brother Ziqi? No way, he's such a gentle, cheerful boy, what bad intentions could he possibly have!]

[Prince Rong? Even more impossible. My elder sister used to say he was like a Buddhist monk, aloof and detached from worldly desires. How could he possibly kill? He only saves people.]

[Ah! It's Minister Ye? No, no! He didn't even dare to resist being cuckolded, he must be a pitiful little thing who's easy to bully, why would he kill someone?]

"Ah! I know, it must be the young prince, right? It must be him! After all, he's a member of the royal family; killing people is as easy as cutting vegetables."

Little Mirror: ...

Aside from the young prince, do you have an 800-meter-thick filter for the other five masters?

The world was now at peace with only the young prince injured, and the other five, including the usually aloof Prince Rong, couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.

"Little Ruoruo," the young prince suddenly called out to Fang Ruotang, his face breaking into a smile, "Do I look good when I smile?" He was also a man who loved to smile, so why did he have such wicked thoughts?

Fang Ruotang stared blankly at the young prince, who was smiling like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, but she had to admit, he was extremely handsome.

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