Since the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Rouyin's beauty has become widely known in the capital, and people are discussing it extensively.

In a teahouse, several men dressed in brown short-sleeved shirts were chatting. "Let me tell you," one of them said, "the Fourth Prince's wife is simply a celestial being descended to earth; she should be the most beautiful woman in the capital."

"You've never seen it, how do you know? You're not just bragging, are you?" the young man in the dark brown dress next to him asked suspiciously.

“My uncle’s niece’s nephew works in the Fourth Prince’s residence, so of course he has seen the Fourth Prince’s wife’s face.” The man in the brown short jacket immediately retorted with a flushed face and great enthusiasm. Such scenes were all over the country.

As Yinzhen listened to the servants' reports, he slammed his thumb ring-wearing hand down on the wooden board beside him, causing the entire wooden table to shake. The servant who had reported the incident immediately knelt down in fear. Su Peisheng chimed in, "Please calm down, Your Majesty. It's just hearsay among the people. Someone must be stirring things up behind the scenes."

"Su Peisheng, I order you to find out the source. If you can't find it, you don't need to stay with me anymore," Yinzhen said angrily.

"Yes, Your servant obeys." Su Peisheng responded solemnly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes as he thought about the increasingly exaggerated rumors. Who dared to cause trouble in the capital? The rumors were spreading that the Princess Consort was a femme fatale.

Rouyin was leisurely admiring the blooming plants in the garden. The flowers in the prince's mansion were all rare varieties; although they couldn't compare to the imperial garden, they were still quite precious. Clumps of red and green, exuding a delicate fragrance, tempted people to appreciate them closely. Gazing at these vibrant and beautiful flowers, she felt refreshed. Indeed, she really needed to go out for a stroll. Unfortunately, no matter how much she enjoyed herself in ancient times, it couldn't compare to modern times. She should choose fewer ancient missions in the future.

Hua Rui, who had just returned from purchasing supplies outside the palace, walked over quickly, her face full of worry and confusion. Rou Yin noticed and asked, "Hua Rui, what's wrong? Is something wrong at home?"

"Your Majesty, ever since the Mid-Autumn Festival, rumors have been circulating outside the palace that your beauty surpasses that of the late Emperor's Consort Dong'e. Consort Dong'e was known as..." Hua Rui said angrily and worriedly.

"Is this what everyone outside the palace is saying? Where did this rumor come from? Tell me everything." Rouyin's eyes widened, fearing that someone was stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

"It's just rumors circulating in the capital outside the palace. At first, they only said that Your Majesty's beauty was unparalleled, but later they started comparing you to the likes of Consort Dong'e of the late Emperor. It's all over the teahouses outside the palace, a chaotic mix of people, and we have no idea where the rumors came from." Hua Rui looked at her mistress, who was so beautiful that she was filled with anger. Her mistress was clearly a fairy descended from heaven, not the femme fatale that those people were talking about.

Rouyin calmly pondered for a while, and Liu Qing and the others dared not make a sound so as not to disturb their master's thoughts.

"Granny, these days we've turned down all invitations from outside the manor except those from the palace. During this time, we've also warned the servants not to gossip in private. If anyone does, we'll send them away immediately," Rouyin said to Granny Wang.

"Yes, madam. Please think about the master..." Wang Mama reminded Rouyin after some thought.

“Yes, Liu Qing, go and report to the master…” Before Rouyin could finish speaking, her words were interrupted by footsteps. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Cao Chao. Cao Chao arrived, and Yinzhen strode over. Upon seeing this, Rouyin immediately prepared to bow, but Yinzhen helped her up. “Yin’er, get up quickly. We are husband and wife, there’s no need for such formalities.”

"I thank you for your understanding, sir, but I was a little worried after hearing some news today." Rouyin gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, looking as delicate as a willow in the breeze.

Hearing this, Yinzhen felt a pang of heartache and took her hand. He knew that Rouyin already knew about the rumors outside the palace. "Yin'er, don't be afraid. I already know about the news outside the palace. I will definitely give you an explanation. But Yin'er, you should lay low for a while. After I resolve this matter, I will take you out for a proper stroll." After saying this, he hugged his little wife's slender waist tightly. She had become so thin and needed to take good care of herself. His eyes were full of tenderness. Earlier, when the master wanted to have some private words with his wife, Su Peisheng and the other clever servants had already retreated to wait.

Rouyin buried her head tightly in his arms and murmured, "I'm not afraid. I'm just worried about what bad things I might do to you, Master." Hearing Rouyin's soft Wu dialect, Yinzhen gently stroked her head. "I am your husband, and I will always protect you."

After the conversation, Yinzhen rested in his wife's room as usual. However, looking at his beautiful young wife, his anger rose even more unconsciously. He silently got up and kissed Yin'er's fair and delicate face again, then went out and asked Su Peisheng to take a cold shower.

Upon hearing this, Su Peisheng, thinking of Yinzhen, sighed inwardly. "The master has been avoiding other households for the sake of his wife. I hope he doesn't get too stifled. After seeing such a stunning beauty as his wife, how could he possibly be interested in those ordinary women?"

A few days later, Su Peisheng, with a dark face and some worry, reported to Yinzhen: "Your Majesty, at first the news was only spread by the ministers and their wives that the Princess Consort was exceptionally beautiful, but later there was obstruction from the palace, making it difficult to investigate."

Upon hearing this, Yinzhen slammed his hand heavily on the chopping board. "Which palaces!"

Upon hearing this, Su Peisheng lowered his head even further and said in a hoarse voice, "There is Consort De in the palace, and Consort Hesheli in the Xihe Palace." After he finished speaking, the atmosphere became as still as stagnant water. Sensing the dangerous atmosphere, Su Peisheng prostrated himself even more respectfully.

"Tell me, what exactly is Mother thinking that she still can't satisfy? The Fujin is just my wife, does she want to interfere?" Yinzhen said in a seemingly calm tone, but his words concealed a hidden danger.

Su Peisheng did not answer. After an incense stick had burned, Yinzhen asked him to take his leave. When he came out, a gust of autumn wind blew and he felt a chill all over his body. It turned out that Su Peisheng's back was already soaked with sweat.