Chapter 487: Finding a Husband Secret

The next morning, the sky was just getting light.

It's rare for Miaomiao to get up early.

She changed into a simple and elegant willow-colored dress, called Tang Bao and Tang Hua over, and announced seriously:

"From today on, this princess will turn over a new leaf and become a new person!"

"If you want to find a husband that suits your heart, you must first start by changing yourself!"

Tang Bao and Tang Zhan looked at each other, and saw confusion and surprise in each other's eyes.

Tang Hua spoke cautiously: "Your Highness...what are you going to do?"

Miaomiao raised her small chin with a hint of pride.

Then she took out a brocade booklet from her sleeve.

She opened the album, which was covered with densely written words.

A small fox head is painted in the most conspicuous place——

It was the "Secret Book of Finding a Husband" written by Su Yuchen himself.

Rule 1: Be distant yet mysterious.

Article 2: Play to your strengths, avoid your weaknesses, and demonstrate your advantages.

Article 3: Make friends with many people, but don’t be biased.

Article 4: Read to gain knowledge, but don’t be rigid.

Article 5: ...

Article 6: ...

…

Miaomiao took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and looked at him intently.

"First of all, let's start by 'keeping a distance and maintaining mystery'!"

"Tang Bao, go and reply to the invitations to the young ladies from various mansions to enjoy the flowers, and tell them that this princess needs to concentrate on painting recently and is unable to go out."

Tang Bao was a little hesitant.

"Your Highness, the crabapple blossoms at Duke Cheng'en's mansion are in full bloom this year. Aren't you the one who looks forward to admiring them most in previous years?"

“No, no!”

Miaomiao shook her head, tried to keep a straight face, and imitated Su Yuchen's tone when he was preaching.

"Brother Yuchen said that if you are too easy to see, you won't be cherished."

"It should be like... like the painting 'Snowy Stream' that my father secretly hid in his storehouse."

"It only unfolds once or twice a year, that's what makes it precious!"

Tang Bao couldn't help laughing, then quickly covered her mouth and lowered her head.

Tanghua glared at her secretly and turned to ask Miaomiao.

"Then, Your Highness, what are we going to do today?"

Miaomiao flipped through the booklet, and finally her finger was fixed.

"Reading is the best way to gain wisdom! - But don't read those tedious historical records and military treatises."

She looked up with shining eyes.

"Go find me all the new storybooks on the market, especially those about talented scholars and beautiful women!"

"This princess wants to learn what love is!"

As a result, the painting style of Changning Palace suddenly changed.

The palace that once overflowed with sweet fragrance now wafts a faint scent of ink.

Although most of it comes from the smell of ink from newly printed storybooks.

Miaomiao curled up on the soft couch by the window, sometimes laughing out loud and sometimes wiping away tears while reading.

"I see!"

She slammed the table, startling Tang Bao who was napping next to her.

"Look at Miss Li in this storybook. She was too proactive, and that's why Scholar Zhao looked down on her!"

"And Miss Wang, it was only because she plays the zither so well that she was able to attract Master Sun's attention at the Moon Viewing Banquet!"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, as if she had truly grasped some profound knowledge.

The news reached the East Palace within a few days.

Yan Xingtian played chess in silence. After a moment, he looked up at Cui Huailin sitting opposite him with a smile.

"Strange, Miaomiao is actually so calm. She said she wanted to learn painting and improve herself, and even turned down the snacks sent by the Queen Mother."

The white piece between Cui Huailin's fingers paused slightly, and then fell quietly onto the chessboard.

He recalled the day when she and Su Yuchen were whispering side by side in the Imperial Garden, and the thorn in his heart began to ache again.

Learning painting? How come he never knew she had such an interest in painting?

Or... is this some kind of agreement between me and Su Yuchen?

A few days later, a small banquet was held in the palace.

Miaomiao accidentally ran into Cui Huailin head-on.

She changed her habit of coming closer when she saw someone, and just bowed slightly from a distance, her voice light and distant.

"Master Cui."

Then she quietly passed him and sat down below her mother with a dignified posture.

She was wearing a lake green chest-length skirt today.

Her long hair was simply tied up, with only a jade hairpin and a few small peach blossoms pinned on it.

Although I didn't try to lose weight on purpose, I was so engrossed in reading storybooks these days that I forgot to eat snacks.

The cheeks are a little thinner.

Sitting quietly, he actually exudes a tranquil temperament.

During the banquet, the ladies talked about the poetry meeting held this spring.

A lady asked Miaomiao with a smile: "Does Princess Changning have any new works recently?"

If it were usual, Miaomiao would hesitate for a long time and then secretly go to see Cui Huailin.

But this time, she remembered what Su Yuchen wrote, "Strive to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses."

She was not good at writing poetry, but she had an excellent memory and could remember the romantic poems in the dialogue book at a glance.

So she lowered her eyes slightly, smiled and replied:

“It’s not really a new work.”

"I was just reading some casual books recently and came across the line 'My heart loves you, but you don't know it.'"

“Although the words are blunt, the feelings are sincere and touching.”

"It can be seen that the beauty of poetry comes from sincerity, not deliberate embellishment."

She has a soft voice and a humble attitude.

Although the quoted sentence is simple, it fits the thoughts of young boys and girls, and makes it appear clean and sincere.

Several ladies smiled and praised the princess for her fresh and unique insights.

Cui Huailin's fingers holding the wine glass tightened silently.

She can actually read quietly?

Do you understand the true meaning of the poem?

Who is responsible for this change?

His eyes subconsciously swept towards Su Yuchen sitting opposite him.

The young man was giving Miaomiao a thumbs up.

Miaomiao responded with a shy smile and didn't look at him the whole time.

An indescribable irritation spread in his heart.

This is what he should have wanted.

But when she really becomes "quiet", "sensible", or even becomes demure because of another person...

But he didn't feel relaxed at all.

Instead, I felt like I had lost something extremely important, and my heart was filled with emptiness and panic.

Halfway through the banquet, Miaomiao carried out the plan.

He left early on the grounds of "feeling a little tired".

As she passed by Cui Huailin's table, her skirt rippled lightly, wafting a hint of sweet but not greasy floral fragrance—

It was no longer the sweet dessert smell he remembered.

She didn't even look at him.

Cui Huailin's gaze involuntarily followed the lake-green figure until it disappeared from the palace gate.

No movement for a long time.

A few days later, the Prince of Lang’s Mansion organized a polo club.

Miaomiao sat under the awning specially built for her by the palace servants, chatting and laughing with several friendly ladies from the royal family.

Lu Yian ran down covered in sweat and came to her to ask for water.

Miaomiao smiled and asked Tanghua to hand over a cup of warm honey water, and praised softly:

"Brother Lu San is really amazing, that goal was beautiful!"

Lu Yian suddenly smiled so hard that his teeth were showing and his eyes were invisible, and he felt elated.

Su Yuchen played a game and came down to rest.

Miaomiao took the initiative to walk over, handed over a sweat towel and a drink, and spoke in a friendly tone as if he were treating his own younger brother.

"Are you tired, brother Yuchen? Wipe your sweat quickly."

She behaved naturally and generously, and treated young men of the same age with gentleness and courtesy, neither ignoring nor favoring anyone.

Of course, I did feel a little closer to Su Yuchen.

Cui Huailin sat in a seat not far away, watching her smiling sweetly and moving calmly among the crowd.

The nameless fire in my chest burned more and more fiercely.

She is now gentle and considerate to everyone except him.

The little girl who once had her heart and eyes full of him seemed to have completely pushed him out of her world.

He tilted his head back and gulped down several glasses of cold wine.