“I dressed like that at the time, but Chen Wa has practiced martial arts for many years and can recognize people by their body shape, so he recognized me very easily.”

“After recognizing me, he didn’t speak to me. We didn’t communicate at all, and no suspicious people approached us during this time.”

"Otherwise, the shadow guards would have reported it long ago."

"But this morning... the monk Guanghua from the temple in front brought over a basket of pears, saying he picked them in the mountains."

"Of course I don't believe it. It's only May, where would wild pears come from?"

"After asking around for a while, I found out that it was sent by Chen Jiajun."

“It wasn’t just sent to us; some of the elderly, women, and children among the disaster victims also received it. This way, no one will suspect anything. It’s the same as donating food; everyone gets some.”

However, Gan Qiongying and Gan Lin exchanged a glance, both of them fully aware of the situation.

This must be Chen Wagang's.

Buying so many pears, especially at this time of year, and all to avoid suspicion that he was sending them under the guise of helping disaster victims... it's quite remarkable that someone as rough and unrefined as him could be so meticulous.

Gan Qiongying sighed and took a sip; it was truly refreshing.

It's both sweet and sour, and very appetizing.

She laughed again, remembering how she had tricked Chen Wa into making a name for himself when she left the capital, saying that she and Gan Lin would fight their way back to the capital... Now Chen Wa must have understood.

They just acted like cowards.

However, he already understood... yet he still went to such lengths to deliver the items. This bond between master and servant moved Gan Qiongying to tears.

People in ancient times...were indeed exceptionally sincere and passionate.

"It's fine," Gan Qiongying murmured.

Everything is fine now, the only bad thing is... Shadow Nine delivered the wrong letter.

Moreover, according to Manyue, Lihua's leg has been completely healed, and he has become the Crown Prince of Jinchuan!

Wow, that's impressive. No wonder he's the male lead.

Gan Qiongying took a sip of pear juice and chatted with Manyue again, but Manyue seemed to be thinking of something and looked somewhat hesitant.

He also speaks haltingly.

Gan Qiongying couldn't get anything out of her, but she always felt that Manyue was hiding something from her.

She waited until she finished her postpartum confinement period, and her body recovered wonderfully, even better than before she was pregnant. She took a comfortable bath, and her back was wiped by the care given to her during her full-month confinement. All the wigs were then re-braided into her hair.

Princess Duanrong's stunning beauty was completely restored, and her temperament even took on a gentle quality she had never possessed before. As Manyue watched, tears welled up in her eyes again.

“The princess is so lovely like this…” She hugged Gan Qiongying’s neck from behind.

Gan Qiongying looked at the hair she had braided. In the past six months, her hair had grown very fast and had reached the length of a bob. With Manyue's skillful hands, her hair was now no different from before.

“Princess, there’s something I need to tell you,” Manyue said.

"I already told you not to call me princess. If you insist on calling me that, then call me young lady."

"What is it? You've been holding it in for days, haven't you? There are spare ribs tonight, from a castrated pig raised by the villagers down the mountain. They're delicious braised!"

"Hurry up and tell me, then I'm going to eat ribs."

Man Yue still felt a little reluctant, after all, Gan Qiongying had just given birth and finished her postpartum confinement. At this time, this news might be a devastating blow to her.

However, Manyue decided to tell the truth. The princess could not be kept in the dark. The princess was a person who dared to love and hate, and would never be heartbroken over romantic love.

"When I came from the south, I heard some news... The crown prince of Jinchuan is choosing a consort."

Gan Qiongying was combing the ends of her own hair, or rather, the ends of her wig.

He paused for a moment after hearing this.

Then Man Yue told Gan Qiongying everything she had heard.

After she finished speaking, her round eyes turned into crescent moons with fear.

Gan Qiongying was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

She tapped the wooden comb she was holding on the dressing table a few times.

Then she put down the comb, raised an eyebrow, and asked Manyue, "Is this all you wanted to tell me? You've been holding this in for so many days?"

"Hmm..." Manyue felt that her master's reaction seemed a bit off?

Gan Qiongying turned to the side, looked at the full moon, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"You're usually quite clever, so how did you make such a foolish mistake?"

"The Crown Prince of Jinchuan is now the Imperial Son-in-Law. Don't you know what kind of person he is? Where did you hear this news? Has Jinchuan issued an imperial edict?"

"They say it's an imperial decree! Princess, don't be sad. The prince consort is just so-so; there are plenty of good men in this world!"

The full moon was a way for her to comfort her master, and she racked her brains to find something to say.

Gan Qiongying retorted, "Who said that! There are plenty of good men in this world, but which one can give you 200,000 taels a month?"

"Besides, the prince consort is so handsome, good at making money, and has a good personality..." He's also quite good at sex.

"But he's going to marry other women! Thirty at once! And he'll choose five hundred beautiful maids!"

Gan Qiongying shook her head and said, "I wanted to tell you that day. According to Ying Jiu, he was seriously injured at the time, but the prince consort missed his shot. The people sent to chase him fought with him several times, but they let him go."

"He clearly recognized Ying Jiu, which is why he didn't kill him. He also received that letter."

Gan Qiongying turned back to the front of the chair, looked at the full moon in the mirror, picked up a comb and combed her hair, a smile on her face.

The person in the mirror had a fair complexion, radiant and beautiful, and her phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, making her look like a cunning, shrewd little fox.

"Thirty concubines and five hundred beautiful maids, as if they're afraid others won't know. They don't restrict anything, only beauty. Does Jinchuan think they don't have enough spies in their country?"

"He's not choosing any concubines, he... he probably just can't find her, so he's trying every means to force her to come to him."

Gan Qiongying slammed the wooden comb down, as if she were telling a story, accompanied by the accented notes of musical instruments during the climax of a play.

It's like when a case is being heard in court, and the judge strikes the gavel when crucial evidence is presented.

"Don't worry about this, I have my own plans."

It's time to explain and clarify everything that happened between them, and all that Gan Qiongying was worried about.