Watching Song Yue's departing figure, Zhao Zhiyan hesitated, wanting to say something but holding back.
"Brother Zhiyan..."
Princess Lian'an stepped forward and muttered softly, "Why does Yue seem unhappy? If it's because of me, there's no need to worry."
She raised her delicate, palm-sized face, her eyes brimming with tears: "I only ask that Japan not casually betroth me to someone else. Once the Japanese envoy leaves, I will leave the Eighth Prince's residence and will never affect the two of you."
Zhao Zhiyan came to his senses and said, "What are you talking about? Since I have promised you that you can stay, I will not easily send you away. The little girl is not a jealous person. She will understand after a few days."
Princess Lian'an trembled slightly, and Zhao Zhiyan noticed it: "It's windy outside, let's go inside."
"good."
The two entered the mansion one after the other.
…
"Miss, they've entered the manor." Yun Dong lowered the curtain and withdrew her gaze, angrily saying, "A lone man and a lone woman living together, who knows what kind of trouble they might cause."
A cold smile crept across Song Yue's lips.
She was never the one who was chosen.
"Go to the Prince of Guangjia's residence."
"Girl?" Yun Dong asked in surprise.
Song Yue's gaze remained firm.
The carriage finally stopped in front of the Guangjia Prince's Mansion. Song Yue got off the carriage. Several guards were standing guard in front of the grand Guangjia Prince's Mansion. When they saw her coming, they automatically made way.
The elderly butler stepped forward: "Third Miss?"
"You recognize me?" Song Yue asked, puzzled.
The butler smiled and said, "I met you by chance on the street. You're here to visit the Prince, right? Please come in."
Song Yue nodded, then asked how Prince Guangjia had been lately, which elicited a long sigh from her.
The Guangjia Prince's Mansion covers a vast area and is exquisitely decorated, but it lacks a sense of human presence, appearing solemn, desolate, and empty.
Climbing the steps, we arrived at a courtyard called Ink Garden.
To the left is a lush bamboo forest, the only verdant green in late autumn. A gentle breeze rustles through it, and a dark figure emerges from the gaps in the bamboo grove.
As they continued along the path, the figure in black grew ever closer.
"Your Highness, the Third Miss has come to visit you," the steward said.
The figure in black suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with surprise, a smile playing on his lips: "Cousin, what brings you here?"
Song Yue smiled slightly: "I just happened to be passing by."
She looked Guangjia Wang up and down. His thin body was becoming increasingly frail. The jade belt around his waist was loosely tied. He wore a black robe and had a string of dark beads wrapped around his hand. His slender, white fingers held one bead, which made his skin appear even more strikingly white.
A delicate face was so close, with jet-black hair casually tied up and secured with a wooden hairpin, exuding an air of scholarly refinement.
Those eyes remained clear.
Every time Song Yue saw that look, she would unconsciously look away, afraid of tarnishing that purity with her own blemishes.
"Uncle Fu, go and get some tea and snacks," said Prince Guangjia excitedly.
Uncle Fu nodded.
Song Yue sat down opposite Prince Guangjia and heard him say with a smile, "It's too stuffy in the room. We haven't seen the sun in a long time, so we came out to get some fresh air."
The bamboo grove is tranquil, with a pavilion set up there. Opposite the pavilion, you can see a pond with several large koi carp in it, and blooming daffodils planted on both sides of the water.
It's too quiet.
Soon, Uncle Fu brought tea and snacks, and looked at Prince Guangjia with a troubled expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head back.
Uncle Fu whispered a few words.
Prince Guangjia frowned slightly, propped himself up to stand, and said to Song Yue, "I'll go to the front first and come right back."
Song Yue calmly picked up a pastry: "Okay!"
This wait lasted for an hour.
Tea has been served three times already.
The wind outside was getting colder and colder. She stood up and left the bamboo forest, finding a warm place to stay. The courtyard was sparsely furnished.
"If you're bored, young lady, you can go sit in the study," said Uncle Fu.
After thinking for a moment, Song Yue nodded.
Upon entering the study, one is greeted by the aroma of books. The spacious study is filled with all kinds of books, and there are some unfinished writings on the table.
Song Yue was genuinely surprised after reading the contents.
She had copied it many times in her past life and knew it by heart. She could tell at a glance that it was the Meditation Sutra.
He wrote each stroke with utmost care.
Be neither arrogant nor impatient.
Steady and orderly.
Before she knew it, Song Yue was engrossed in watching, and her mood calmed down.
"What are you looking at?"
The voice of Prince Guangjia rang in my ears, slightly out of breath, as he walked to the table and stopped: "This is what the Empress Dowager asked me to copy a few days ago."
"Empress Dowager?" Song Yue frowned. The Empress Dowager was not someone who liked to chant scriptures.
"Are you hungry? The kitchen sent over some wild game today, have a taste," said Prince Guangjia with a smile.
Meeting that expectant gaze, Song Yue couldn't bear to refuse and nodded. Prince Guangjia immediately looked at Uncle Fu.
"Your Highness, rest assured, this old servant will go and prepare immediately."
Song Yue stood up, remembering her purpose: "I have some medical skills in my courtyard, and I've learned quite a bit from them recently. If you trust me, cousin, could you let me take a look?"
Prince Guangjia smiled and said, "It's an old problem, nothing to worry about."
"Cousin, do you not trust me?" Song Yue feigned anger.
Prince Guangjia shook his head repeatedly and obediently offered his wrist. Song Yue stretched out her delicate fingertips and placed them on his wrist, her smile vanishing instantly.
His body was three times weaker than when she last saw him.
The body is chilled to the bone, and in late autumn, the body feels like a block of ice, with varying degrees of damage to the internal organs.
“It’s been the same all these years, it’ll be fine with some rest.” Prince Guangjia withdrew his hand and smiled at her: “No need to worry.”
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