Seeing the maid staring blankly at her, Qingyin thought she was frightened. She looked at the maid apologetically and gently explained again, "I'm sorry, did I frighten you? I want to go for a walk in the garden. Do you know where it is?"

This time, the little maid heard it clearly, and her ears turned red.

Her heart was pounding with nervousness, but the frail eldest young lady in front of her, who was even more beautiful than the "Miss"—no, she should be called the second young lady—was gently asking her questions.

There was nothing in her eyes that suggested fear; she was asking herself where the garden was.

The little maid seemed to just realize what was happening. She opened her eyes wide, not daring to look at Qingyin, and stammered as she quickly described the direction to the garden.

Listening to the route described by the maid, Qingyin realized that it was a route she couldn't possibly memorize in one go, so she invited the maid, "Could you take me there?"

"Okay!" The little maid stammered when explaining the directions, but when she agreed, she didn't stutter at all and was so quick that the servants who were secretly listening around were jealous.

Everyone secretly sized up the young lady who had been suddenly brought back, and suddenly understood why the servant who had brought her back that day had spoken so confidently that the twin young lady was prettier than the second young lady.

Not to mention her face, the girl's temperament was completely different from that of ordinary rich girls; she was naturally noble and beautiful.

Mysterious and pale, like a snow lotus on the summit of Tianshan Mountain, or an unfathomable breeze, extremely beautiful and ethereal.

On the way, the maid carefully led this unfamiliar young lady to a shady place, also to prevent the sun from shining on this delicate and beautiful young lady.

Qingyin is in good condition right now. With the careful care of her maid, she walks slowly and leisurely without feeling tired.

We've arrived at the garden.

It's not yet the hottest part of summer; it's still late spring.

There are also many flowers that bloom slowly: peonies, irises, roses, and wild roses—these bright buds tremble gently on the branches.

Amidst the trembling, a strong floral fragrance would occasionally waft up.

Qingyin lowered her head, bent down, and gently sniffed, as if she had caught a whiff of her favorite flower fragrance. Her water-red skirt swayed slightly in the breeze, creating ripples among the pink roses.

Qingyin admires the flowers, unaware that she too has become a flower in the eyes of others.

The eldest prince, Xie Mingwen, who had come specifically to discuss important matters with Marquis Weining, watched the scene intently with his deep-set eyes. The features were vaguely familiar; in his memory, Marquis Weining's mansion seemed to have only one daughter.

"Is that a white pearl?"

Following his trusted aide, the young man dared not look at the woman his master had taken a liking to, and said, "Your Highness, it should be. Miss Bai has been in the manor these past two days, it should be."

She's actually gotten even better looking than before.

Xie Mingwen's lips curled up slightly. The spoiled girl in his memory who loved to cry and whine to her parents was replaced by the girl in the distance in front of him who, with her back bent, exuded a delicate and graceful air, ethereal and beautiful.

Perhaps, his future wife's status could be a little lower.

As for the marriage between "White Pearl" and Jiang Chengxi? Xie Mingwen didn't care.

It's just a marriage without an engagement, so what kind of marriage contract is it?

Bai Mojin was originally his person. If he wanted to marry his daughter, the ambitious Bai Mojin would have delivered her to him without him even having to say anything.

Xie Mingwen stood in the courtyard for a long time, until the girl in the distance seemed to have grown tired of the beautiful scenery in the garden and left the garden with the help of servants. Only then did Xie Mingwen leave.

Bai Mojin, who was waiting in the study for the arrival of the First Prince, bowed politely first: "Your humble servant greets Your Highness the First Prince."

"Please don't be so polite, Lord Bai." Xie Mingwen helped Bai Mojin up with great care.

Bai Mojin rarely received such gentle treatment from the Crown Prince, which strengthened his loyalty even more. He stood up with gratitude in his eyes and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Xie Mingwen and Bai Mojin were originally discussing the imperial court's disaster relief efforts today. There had been no rain in the south for several days, and the region was almost out of food.

"Your Highness, this matter concerning the locust tree field is not easy to handle..."

When it comes to serious matters, Xie Mingwen has no choice but to take them seriously.

...

After an afternoon of conversation, Xie Mingwen made his final decision and quietly left the Marquis of Weining's residence.

Bai Mojin was secretly delighted.

He felt that his intelligence had caught the attention of the Crown Prince. Today, the Crown Prince not only treated him with great politeness, but also, when discussing important matters, did not directly refuse him when he disagreed with something. Instead, the Crown Prince nodded gently and expressed his disagreement.

Bai Mojin was smug and increasingly felt that the eldest prince was the future wise ruler.

After Qingyin stayed at the Marquis of Weining's residence for three or four days to recuperate, Bai's parents, seeing that her condition had improved, rekindled their previous thoughts.

"My lord, what do you think about letting Yin'er take Zhu'er's place in the marriage?"

Bai Mojin frowned. He didn't believe that Jiang Chengxi would dislike his eldest daughter's marriage. However, his eldest daughter's looks were such that even higher-ranking imperial relatives could marry her. But she had a fatal flaw: her health was too poor.

There are no children here...

"Wait a minute, let's see."

Seeing Bai Mojin's hesitant expression after thinking it over, Bai's mother dared not say anything more, and her guilt made her not want to bring it up again for the time being.

Bai Zhenzhu, who was hiding outside the door looking for her father and mother, overheard the entire conversation inside.

Didn't Mother say before that she wanted my eldest sister to come back and marry Jiang Chengxi? Why is she not saying it now? Could it be that they feel sorry for her?

But if she doesn't marry, what will happen to her and Chenwei?

Recalling her lover's handsome, gentle, and elegant face from her memories, Bai Zhenzhu secretly made up her mind.

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!