Along the way, the Fourth Prince's wife often called Heyue over for a short rest, and occasionally went to pay her respects to Consort De. With a few sarcastic remarks, Heyue let them go in one ear and out the other, always appearing obedient. After a while, Consort De became too lazy to pay attention to her, and Heyue was able to relax.

The Fourth Prince's wife laughed at her, saying she was like a slippery eel, clearly not very old but with a lot of cunning ideas. She was more composed and tactful than the Fourteenth Prince's wife, who was proud and easily broken. She even brought up the troubles He Yue had caused when she was young to make a comparison, saying that she had grown up.

Little did they know that He Yue was always too lazy to deal with people she didn't care about. As long as she didn't touch the people she cared about, she was content with the idea that it was better to avoid trouble.

Occasionally, things didn't go as planned. Since the Tenth Prince was also among those accompanying the emperor, and Consort Yi often came to talk to Consort De, the Tenth Prince would inevitably run into Heyue when he came to pay his respects.

He didn't care about the past entanglements. When they met, they treated each other as ordinary uncle and sister-in-law, simply nodding and exchanging greetings without saying a word more.

But as they met more often, every time they met, the other person would stare at her with those resentful eyes for a few moments, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself. Even the most tolerant He Yue couldn't help but be cautious.

Several times, unable to bear it any longer, she glared at him fiercely, but the Tenth Prince would quickly look away as if nothing had happened, only to repeat the same behavior the next time.

Heyue gradually lost her temper after being teased, and when she saw him again, she simply ignored him and returned to her carriage.

A few days later, Heyue could no longer see him. The reason was simple: Thirteenth Prince had gone to chat with Tenth Prince about life. Whenever Heyue went to Consort De's place, she would always see Tenth Prince being pestered by Thirteenth Prince.

He smiled secretly.

This jealous person is becoming more and more adorable.

One night, Thirteen slipped into the carriage where Heyue was resting. Heyue was startled and opened her eyes, but he had already pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you guarding the Emperor? What are you doing here?"

Thirteen wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms, kissing her until she was breathless. After a long while, he finally released her, panting as he gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear, "From now on, you are not allowed to speak to Tenth Brother again!"

He Yue's lips twitched. So that's what it was about. Was it really necessary? But she chuckled and agreed, "I know!"

Thirteen was satisfied, but he still didn't let go of her. He quickly took off her lower clothes, accompanied by the rustling sound of the clothes rubbing together.

He Yue's face darkened. "That barbarian!"

But she couldn't resist his brute force. He took a few random bites before finally getting her water. After cleaning her up, he soothingly stroked her face, kissed her cheek, and then his figure disappeared into the night like a leopard.

Hailan and Chunya came in and quietly helped Heyue to rest. Heyue blushed crimson, covered her face with her hands, and sighed, "I'm so ashamed to face anyone."

On the first day in the border region, the sky was blue and the clouds were white, the land was vast and boundless, the green grass stretched to the horizon, and a gentle breeze blew, accompanied by the neighing of horses.

Large and small white yurts stretched out in rows, densely packed together, while in the distance, cheers echoed from Mongolians competing in horseback archery and wrestling.

Heyue couldn't wait to change into her bright red riding outfit, and once out of the tent, she mounted her horse and galloped towards the boundless grassland.

After traveling for a while, they came to a place with lush water and grass, and unsurprisingly saw the Eighth Prince's wife standing by the water, stroking the horse's mane.

The Eighth Prince's wife, dressed in a royal blue riding outfit, was aloof and noble. When she heard the noise and turned around, she smiled with a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

Hailan and Chun Ya each rode a horse, slowly following Heyue on either side. Heyue dismounted and went straight to the Eighth Prince's wife.

The two of them strolled along, leading their horses, a gentle breeze caressing their faces, the surroundings serene and tranquil, with four maids following at a respectful distance behind them.

He Yue chuckled, "It certainly has a unique charm in a place like this."

"I wonder how your horsemanship and archery are going? How about we have a contest?" The Eighth Prince's wife raised an eyebrow and suggested, looking quite interested.

He Yue nodded readily, her eyebrows dancing with excitement, eager to try: "Okay!"

They mounted their horses nimbly, exchanged a smile, and with a flick of their whips, both horses shot off like arrows.

Blue sky and white clouds, green grass stretching to the horizon, the scenery shifts and changes in an instant, like fleeting clouds, ever-changing.

One in red, one in blue—two figures, each with a distinct style yet equally dashing, stand out strikingly against this backdrop.

A quarter of an hour later, the Eighth Prince's wife finally took the lead, while Heyue lagged behind a few steps.

My mood was as light and joyful as the wind. In the distance, I saw several figures leading horses, standing on a high grassy area, seemingly looking in my direction as well. I wondered how long they had been standing there.

He Yue immediately recognized one of them as the Fourth Prince, and the person next to him was the smiling Eighth Prince. There were also several tall Mongolian princes on their sides and behind them. Her heart skipped a beat.

The Eighth Prince's wife also saw them, her expression calm, and she walked towards the Eighth Prince with a gentle smile.

Heyue calmed herself down, handed the reins to Hailan, and followed behind.

The Eighth Prince's wife was overjoyed and exchanged a smile with the Eighth Prince.

"Fourth Brother." Heyue raised her hand in greeting, her face beaming. Seeing his stern face and displeased expression, she tugged at his sleeve affectionately, blinked her eyes, and smiled ingratiatingly, "When did you arrive, Fourth Brother?"

Concentrating only on pleasing the obviously angry future emperor, she was completely unaware of how inappropriate her actions were. The Eighth Prince lowered her eyes and remained silent. The Eighth Prince glanced at the Fourth Prince with great interest, then looked back at He Yue's face, his expression quite meaningful.

Several Mongolian princes looked at Heyue with curiosity and were full of amazement. One of them boldly spoke to the Fourth Prince, but it was in Mongolian.

He Yue looked completely bewildered. Seeing the Fourth Prince frowning, she looked at him with great confusion.

The Fourth Prince sighed helplessly and spoke to the man in Chinese: "This woman is the wife of the Thirteenth Prince, not my own sister."

He Yue then realized that they had mistaken her for the Fourth Prince's sister. She was stunned for a moment, then smirked. But when she met the Fourth Prince's eyes, which were filled with hidden anger, she immediately suppressed her laughter, completely bewildered.

It's just a matter of mistaking someone for someone else, is it really necessary to get so angry? But in the end, she stopped and stood obediently beside the Fourth Prince.

The Mongolian prince looked embarrassed and fell silent, while the other Mongolian men also withdrew their admiring gazes.

"This is Lobzang Gunbu, the eldest son of Prince Darhan of Khorchin, and several other princes," the Fourth Prince introduced to Heyue, introducing the boy who had spoken to him in Mongolian and the other boys.

He Yue suddenly realized what was happening and curtsied, saying, "Greetings, Your Highnesses."

Lobsang Gunbu smiled gently and returned the Mongolian greeting: "Greetings to the Eighth Prince's wife, greetings to the Thirteenth Prince's wife. The Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince are truly blessed. Both of your wives are as pure and beautiful as flowers on the grassland."

Heyue accepted the compliment with a smile, saying, "Your Highness is too kind." She then winked her left eye at the Eighth Prince's wife.

The Eighth Prince's wife shook her head and chuckled softly.

The Fourth Prince stared at the playful smile on Heyue's lips, his dark eyes flashing, a hint of gloom flashing across them in an instant.

The awkward atmosphere didn't last long, and was soon broken by a cheerful voice: "Oh! So this is the Eighth Prince!"