Chapter 137 The Emperor's Personal Letter

After hearing Rong An's question, Lu Haozhi did not get angry. He just gently stroked the tea bowl and let out a long sigh, "What do you like about her? ... I can't really say."

Ever since that stunning glimpse outside the Ning family clinic, he could never forget that bright figure, as if a ray of morning sunshine in summer had shone into his life.

Since birth, Lu Haozhi has been burdened with the shackles of the noble identity of the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou.

The best people and the best things in the world will be sent to him, but no one will ever ask him whether he likes them or not.

His likes and dislikes are not important. It is enough for him to accept all of this and do his duty as the Crown Prince of Zhou.

Lu Haozhi never complained. He had understood from a very young age that this was his fate.

The late Queen, Wang, was also the wife chosen by the late emperor for him.

The daughter of a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River, she was beautiful, intelligent, gentle and respectful, and the Wang clan had made great contributions to the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Such a woman is impeccable.

However, Lu Haozhi's heart was not moved by her at all, and he couldn't even consummate their marriage with her.

Wang Shi didn't complain about this, but simply said to him, "It's alright if the Crown Prince doesn't like me, but please prioritize the succession of the throne. It doesn't matter who among the concubines you choose, as long as she's of noble birth and gives birth to a son."

Lu Haozhi respected Wang very much, but there was no romantic feeling between them.

Getting Meng Yan was a blessing for Lu Haozhi. He finally had a partner in his life who was what he wanted and whom he had actively sought.

Although, this may not be fair to Meng Yan, she has no choice.

He was happy when he was with her.

Her cuteness, liveliness, straightforwardness, even her little temper and jealousy, all made him happy and made him understand what true happiness was.

Moreover, she is the only one who truly cares about him, Lu Haozhi, and not the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou.

Anyone who sat on this throne would be greeted with cheers and flattery by the ministers and concubines of the previous dynasty, but not her. She had never considered him merely the crown prince or emperor, but had truly loved him as her husband.

He doted on her, pampered her, and protected her to the point of partiality, thinking it could go on forever.

No matter how the former dynasty and the harem criticized him for favoring Meng, he ignored them. Even the empress dowager could not persuade him, because Meng Yan was the one he asked for, the only trace of willfulness in his heart, and his obsession.

But thinking about the final outcome of the two of them in their previous life, he seemed to have done something wrong.

Since he wanted Meng Yan to see the world with him, how could he blindly use pampering to imprison her and prevent her from growing?

In the harem, the only thing she had, and the only thing she could rely on, was his love. In her previous life, she was worried about gains and losses, sensitive and suspicious, and eventually lost her mind and embarked on a path of self-destruction.

Did he harm her?

Rong An carefully watched the emperor's expression from the side. Under the candlelight, his handsome face looked a little haggard and melancholy.

Thinking that he might have touched a sore spot for the Emperor, he quickly whispered, "Your Majesty, I was wrong. Please don't take it to heart. The Imperial Concubine hasn't come to her senses yet. Once she does, she will surely come back. After all, how much did the Imperial Concubine care about Your Majesty in the past?"

Lu Haozhi smiled indifferently. This kid had followed him for many years, and his ability to read people's expressions had improved a lot.

"You don't have to comfort me. If she really cared that much, why would she leave me? No matter how I tried to persuade her to stay, she wouldn't turn back."

Rong An smacked his lips, thought for a moment, and then said cautiously, "Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the Imperial Concubine didn't go to the garden because she didn't care about Your Majesty. It's actually best for Your Majesty and Your Majesty not to meet at this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor's cold eyes swept over him.

Rong An panicked and quickly knelt, still saying, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being so nosy. The Imperial Concubine is always quick-tempered, and you don't have much patience either. You two always bicker when you're together, and now is the time to be quiet. The Imperial Concubine said she wants some quiet time, but do you think she can really be quiet if she stays in the palace all the time?"

After he finished speaking in a panic, he raised his fat hands and slapped himself left and right, "Slave, you are too talkative. You deserve to die."

Rong An's words made Lu Hao silent for a while.

What would he do if Yan'er was still in the palace?

If he had not been busy with government affairs that day, he might have immediately forced Yan'er to accept him again and would not have been able to wait even a moment longer.

"Get up, you're right."

Lu Haozhi said this lightly, but picked up the wolf-hair brush again, took a piece of jade paper, and dipped it in thick ink.

Since it is difficult to speak, why not write?

Although I had made up my mind, when I picked up the pen, I didn't know where to start.

She was lost in thought for a long time, looking at the bright moon outside the window, wondering if the moonlight was also falling on her?

Why not start writing from this moonlit night?

In a moment, a letter was completed. Lu Haozhi sealed it with his own hands and handed it to Rong An. "Tomorrow, you will go there in person and give this letter to the imperial concubine when you deliver the Poria Cocos Cream."

Rong An quickly took it with both hands, agreeing readily, thinking to himself, "The Emperor has really gotten the point. That's right, women only like this kind of gentleness and softness."

After finishing the letter, it was already past midnight, so Rong An helped Lu Haozhi to go to bed.

The next day, Rong An left the palace as expected, carrying the emperor's personal letter and Poria cocos cream, and took two young apprentices with him, and headed towards Shanghe Garden.

After entering the garden, he first paid his respects to the Empress Dowager, who rewarded him with tea and fruit, and then he went to see the Imperial Concubine.

Meng Yan was taking Doukou and Bai Yuxin to the top floor of Chunze Zhai, watching the lake view and enjoying the summer breeze. When she heard that Rong An had arrived, she ordered them to bring him up.

Rong An went upstairs and paid his respects to his two masters, then said, "The emperor sent me to bring your majesty a basket of Poria cocos cream tributed from Liaoning, as well as a letter written by the emperor himself. Please take a look at it." As he spoke, he took out the letter from his arms and presented it with both hands.

Meng Yan was very surprised, because Lu Haozhi had never done such a thing before.

She took the letter, but was reluctant to open it in front of so many people.

Bai Yuxin noticed this and smiled at Rong An, "Under such a scorching sun, it must have been difficult for you to ride all the way from Beijing. You must have been sunburned. We have some freshly made iced glutinous rice wine downstairs. I'd like to offer you a glass. It's the perfect way to cool down."

Rong An understood very well that he had sent himself away so that the Imperial Concubine could read the letter in peace and at ease. He hurriedly said with a smile, "Lady Bai is worthy of being the Imperial Concubine's follower. She is the most considerate of us servants. I will go downstairs to wait for the instructions of the two masters." After saying that, he turned and went downstairs.

Bai Yuxin also pulled Doukou to the outer corridor to enjoy the scenery.

Meng Yan opened the envelope and unfolded the folded letter paper. The smell of ambergris and the strong and powerful handwriting hit her face, and Lu Haozhi seemed to be standing in front of her.