The Imperial Palace of Laifeng Kingdom, the Yixia Garden of the East Palace.

"Reporting to Si Liang Ce, Situ Ce Jun has made all the arrangements. I will ask you to come over."

At four quarters past nine, Xingyao from Qiyuntai (Situ Ye's courtyard) came to deliver the message as expected.

"Go back and report to your master and tell him that I will be there soon." In the hall, Si Chengfeng nodded slightly, looking gentle and elegant.

"Yes, Si Liangce."

Xingyao bowed to Si Chengfeng, then bowed and left.

"Jiang Yi, Chu Wei, change your clothes!"

"Yes, Si Liangce."

After Xingyao left, Si Chengfeng returned to his bedroom. Looking at the cabinets full of luxurious and elegant palace and court robes, Si Chengfeng didn't choose a single one. In the end, he only chose a moon-white cloud brocade robe that he liked.

At 5:15 PM, Si Chengfeng arrived at Qiyuntai. A quarter of an hour later, he and Situ Ye boarded a carriage bound for the Imperial College, arriving there before noon.

At noon, the bell for the end of the morning class at the Imperial College rang on time.

About a cup of tea later, Hua Qingcheng and Wu Chen walked out of the Imperial College gate together, but there was a handsome man behind them, who was Si Lingyun, the second son of the Si family.

"Alluring~"

As soon as Hua Qingcheng stepped out of the gate of the Imperial College, Situ Ye came forward to greet her.

"Aye, the weather is cold. From now on, I will eat lunch in the academy's dining hall. This will save you the trouble of running back and forth several times a day."

"It's not hard, I'm happy to do it."

Situ Ye smiled brightly at Hua Qingcheng, his eyes shining like stars.

His voice was filled with masculine energy, warming the heart. Although he didn't say many words, all his affection was contained in his gentle eyes and woven into his warm smile.

Wu Chen, standing by, saw the two holding hands and looking at each other, and only curled his lips slightly. He had long known that his "good sister" was very sentimental, but who made him rush to love her? No matter how bitter his heart was, he had to endure it...

Si Lingyun, who came a step slower, glanced at Situ Ye and Wu Chen leisurely. In his mind, these two were the competitors he was about to face.

Si Lingyun just nodded slightly to Hua Qingcheng. When he was about to walk towards a noble and luxurious carriage not far from the East Palace carriage, he suddenly stopped in his tracks because of a voice.

"Alluring~"

Si Lingyun looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bony hand gently lifting the curtain of the East Palace's carriage. Then a man holding a folding fan and wearing a moon-white brocade robe got off the carriage and walked slowly towards the direction where Hua Qingcheng was standing.

But the man had seductive eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and stood like a delicate orchid and a jade tree, his smile like the bright moon in one's arms. His high, dark hair was tied with a moon-white gold headband, which echoed the moon-white brocade clothes he wore. As he walked, the headband fluttered and the sleeves of his clothes danced, making him look elegant, handsome, and suave.

The person who came was none other than his half-brother whom he had met in the morning, and the object of his greatest envy since childhood - Si Chengfeng.

Although Si Lingyun was handsome and a refined young man with a refined demeanor, there was still a huge gap between him and Si Chengfeng. Like a firefly candle that aspired to rival the sun and the moon, whenever the two appeared together, he suddenly seemed dim.

Si Lingyun and Si Chengfeng's eyes met again. Though it was only a fleeting glance, it was already a flash of lightning, a flash of swords. A single glance was enough to encompass endless hatred and resentment.

"Afeng, I thought you weren't coming!"

Seeing Si Chengfeng coming, Hua Qingcheng immediately walked towards him. The two people running in both directions soon met together, holding hands and walking together.

"Qingcheng, since it's a promise, how could Chengfeng go back on his word? Just like Qingcheng promised Chengfeng something, she won't go back on her word, right?" Si Chengfeng looked at Hua Qingcheng with charming eyes and a sweet smile.

"That's natural."

Hua Qingcheng followed the corner of Si Chengfeng's eye, glanced at Si Lingyun in front of her, and then scratched Si Chengfeng's nose.

After Hua Qingcheng and Si Chengfeng became husband and wife in Huaqiao Village, she made a promise to him that she would never let him down.

Si Chengfeng had been in poor health since childhood, and his father had passed away at an early age, all thanks to Nangong Chen and Si Lingyun. That was the enemy who had harmed Afeng, so how could she be related to Si Lingyun?

In the carriage, the charcoal stove was still simmering with food over a low flame. Not only Hua Qingcheng herself, but also Situ Ye, Si Chengfeng, Wu Chen, and Feng Qiyan who came out later were eating with her. After lunch, Hua Qingcheng was in a very good mood.

However, Hua Qingcheng felt a little puzzled. Why hadn’t the Feng Mansion’s carriage arrived yet after she had finished lunch?

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Jingyang and Feng Lingyan, whose carriage wheels had broken down, were still waiting for the coachman to repair the carriage on a wide street at the junction of the east and central cities.

"It seems that it's too late to go and bring them food." Feng Lingyan, who was wearing a veil, said with a little regret after getting off the carriage.

Yesterday at noon, Hua Qingcheng went to Tai'an Restaurant in the city with Mu Lige for lunch. Feng Lingyan did not meet with Hua Qingcheng. She thought she could see her daughter today, but unexpectedly the carriage broke down halfway.

"She is not a child anymore. Her husband at home will come to bring her food. She will eat first and won't wait foolishly." Yu Jingyang comforted him.

"That's true." Feng Lingyan, who didn't want Yu Jingyang to worry, smiled slightly.

He was not worried that Hua Qingcheng had nothing to eat, but that he had missed an opportunity to see his daughter.

"It's okay. Jingyang will send someone to the Imperial College later to tell her to rest assured. We will go back home first and then go to see her in the evening. It will be the same." Yu Jingyang saw that Feng Lingyan was a little lonely, so he patted his shoulder and said.

"Master, Second Young Master, the carriage is ready!" At three o'clock in the afternoon, the coachman came over to invite the two of them to get in after repairing the carriage.

"Feng Shuang, ride your horse to the Imperial College and tell the eldest lady that the carriage has broken down and I will pick her up when I get her home from school." Yu Jingyang instructed an accompanying guard.

After all, telling Feng Qiyan would be the same as telling Hua Qingcheng. Some things didn't need to be said explicitly; they would understand.

"Yes, Master Husband."

After Feng Shuang received the order, he quickly rode away.

"Go back home!"

"Yes, Master Husband!"

However, just as Yu Jingyang and Feng Lingyan were about to get on the carriage, a cry for help suddenly came from the front.

"Kind sir, my grandson is ill and needs to go to the city clinic urgently. Could you please give us a ride? If we don't save him, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."

Feng Lingyan looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was an old man in his sixties, who was indeed holding a boy who looked listless in his arms.

"No, our master has something important to do. You should hire another carriage!" The guard Feng Quan, holding a sword, looked at the grandparents with a wary look on his face.