Qi Su leaned on the railing and looked into the water.
The lake has flowing water, clear water, and you can vaguely see small fish, about the thickness of a thumb, swimming in it.
Willow trees are planted along the lake, and there is also a small island in the heart of the lake.
Qi Su: "We should release more fish fry, shrimp fry, and crab fry. When summer comes, they won't go anywhere. It would be nice to be a fisherman."
The young man beside her, much taller than her, was fiddling with prayer beads.
"If you like, you may have someone place more."
Qi Su glanced at him sideways.
"That wouldn't be a good idea. What if the princess doesn't like it?"
Qingyan: "Haven't you been clamoring to become a princess? Otherwise, what are you doing here today?"
Qi Su: "I came here to broaden my horizons."
A cool breeze blows as you walk along the waterfront promenade.
This garden alone is no less impressive than the Crown Prince's villa.
…
Qingyan: "Lady Qi, in your opinion, the Princess should live by the lake?"
Qi Su: "Pretty much. This place is so big. It could house three hundred concubines."
Qingyan chuckled.
Ha ha.
After returning from the Crown Prince's villa, before the senior brother could even get angry at her for leaving the group without permission, Lady Qi started to hold a grudge.
She always refers to herself as Princess Anle.
Even with her mouth closed, she was still Princess Anle.
He would sigh mournfully from time to time, looking utterly distressed.
However, she didn't seem to eat less of the vegetarian food at Daxiangguo Temple.
One bowl of braised eggplant wasn't enough; she even snatched half a bowl from Qingyan.
Her outburst caused her senior brother to fall silent.
I stopped scolding her and being mean to her.
They still went along with her in everything.
Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha was right, women are the most difficult to deal with in this world.
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The steward of the Prince's residence had already given instructions to the servants.
His Highness the Prince of Qishan is coming today, so all the unrelated craftsmen left early.
Unexpectedly, as the three of them came out of the garden, crossed the water bridge, and were about to enter the bookstore, they ran into several people inside.
Qingyan did not recognize the young civil official in the blue robe.
Qi Su raised an eyebrow instead.
What a coincidence, it's someone I know.
She followed silently behind, letting His Highness the Prince of Qishan go ahead to draw the fire.
The young civil official was clearly also taken aback.
He was explaining how to arrange the antiques, paintings, and other items in the bookstore when he saw Yun Wuyi, and immediately put down what he was doing.
He straightened his robes and stepped forward to greet them.
"This humble official, Qi Yuanlang, a retainer of the Crown Prince, greets Your Highness. I was unaware of Your Highness's arrival today and apologize for disturbing your enjoyment of the tour."
The King of Qishan raised his hand, indicating that he did not need to be so polite.
"I'm just taking a walk, you go about your business."
Qi Yuanlang truly had no idea that the King of Qishan would be coming today.
"His Highness is worried that these craftsmen have poor taste, so he ordered me to come and review them. If His Highness has any suggestions for modification, please feel free to let me know."
At least for now, the Crown Prince values the Prince of Qishan highly.
He also hoped to win over the former Zhou forces in the court by fostering harmony among brothers.
The Crown Prince values him, so Qi Yuanlang naturally values him as well.
Yun Wuyi never liked these social engagements.
He glanced at the young novice monk beside him out of the corner of his eye and patiently exchanged a few pleasantries.
After declining Qi Yuanlang's offer to accompany him on the tour.
Then he decided to leave.
…
This King of Qishan was aloof and cold-hearted. He grew up in a Buddhist temple and was not used to getting close to people.
Qi Yuanlang, who was by the Crown Prince's side, had naturally heard about it long ago.
Hearing his instructions, they naturally wouldn't be disappointed.
He simply bowed slightly.
"Respectfully seeing off Your Highness."
The King of Qishan was accompanied only by two young novice monks.
One is the familiar young master Qingyan, and the other...
His gaze suddenly sharpened.
This person... looks so familiar!
The young novice monk, who had been walking with Qingyan with his head down, seemed to sense that someone was watching him.
He looked up.
Her eyes were bright and clear, like spring water.
She smiled slightly and gave him a flirtatious wink.
Qi Yuanlang's pupils dilated in shock, and he froze on the spot, unable to move.
That, that just now...
She... this?
Qingyan: "Who was that person? He was just staring at Lady Qi."
Qi Su remained calm.
“That’s my older brother.”
Qingyan was a beat slow.
"who?"
Qi Su: "My elder brother is the heir of the Marquis of Changping's mansion, a retainer of the Crown Prince's mansion, and an upright and honorable young man of Yanchao."
Qingyan was greatly alarmed.
"Then didn't he recognize you just now?"
Qi Su: "So what if they recognize me? Anyway, everyone in the city knows that Third Madam Qi is dead, and her memorial tablet has been returned."
Qingyan's expression was solemn.
"Will he tell the Crown Prince?"
Qi Su laughed.
"If he wants to sue, let him. Anyway, he can't catch me. Just say he's framing me."
When faced with the same situation, His Highness the Prince of Qishan reacted much calmer.
So what if I bumped into you? I like it, who cares who you are?
Qi Su looked around; there was no one nearby.
She stepped forward and took Yun Wuyi's arm, acting coquettishly.
"Master, I'm hungry. Is there any food here? Qingyan ate my breakfast."
Qingyan was so angry that his face instantly turned into a steamed bun.
"You said you couldn't eat anymore and asked me to eat it for you!"
Qi Su let out a howl.
"I don't care. If they don't give me food, I'll just eat this little monk!"
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After the King of Qishan left, Lord Qi was still gazing in the direction he had gone.
The clerk beside him asked cautiously, "Sir, is there something amiss?"
No, no, not at all.
Qi Yuanlang was distracted.
After waiting a while longer, he entrusted his work to the clerk.
He made an excuse that he had something to do at home and left in a hurry.
Qi Yuanlang was always conscientious in his duties, which was why the Crown Prince liked to assign him tasks.
This is the first time that I've had to postpone my official duties because of family matters.
But he just couldn't calm down.
The way that little novice monk smiled just now was clearly Third Sister!
My own younger sister, even though I haven't seen her for a year, is still someone I'm familiar with.
That wasn't a smile at all.
That was clearly a bolt of lightning that struck Qi Yuanlang on the head.
Didn't Third Sister die in Jincheng?
When the memorial tablet was delivered, it was a grand and impressive affair, known to everyone in the entire capital.
How come she didn't die, but is still by the side of the King of Qishan?
Although the King of Qishan was still in the palace, he had spoken so directly earlier that it was not appropriate to go forward and disturb him.
Now, the only thing to do is to go home first.
Let's find out everything that's been going on with Third Sister these past few days before we talk about anything else.
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There was no food at the Qishan Prince's Mansion.
The palace wasn't even finished yet; many parts were just for show, so naturally there was no kitchen or cook.
The person in charge was filled with trepidation.
"Your Highness, please wait a moment in the manor. I will send someone to Fenglelou to buy it right away."
The King of Qishan, twirling his prayer beads, said, "No need for that."
He turned his head to look at the two novices beside him.
"Shall we eat out?"
The young novice monk said, "I will listen to my senior brother."
The steward personally escorted the group to the side gate they had come from.
His expression was one of fear and apprehension.
"When Your Highness comes again, the palace will surely prepare refreshments and vegetarian dishes to await Your Highness."
The blue cloth carriage they had brought was still parked outside the side gate.
Hearing a commotion, a gray-white shadow suddenly emerged from behind the carriage from which they had come.
"—Who is it?"
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