"This is a fine bamboo from the northern frontier. I specially picked it, polished it into a flute, and gave it to you as a gift."
Song Yue gazed at the emerald green flute. She also had one, which she had also polished herself. The difference was that it was inlaid with a row of various beautiful gemstones. It was wonderful to hold and play with without even blowing it.
She reached out and took it: "Thank you, Eighth Imperial Uncle."
Zhao Zhiyan also pointed to the boxes under the corridor and asked people to bring them in. They were filled with all sorts of strange little trinkets.
Kaleidoscopes, Western Region bronze mirrors, music boxes...
But Song Yue already had these two years ago.
Prince Guangjia specially sent people to collect them, saying it was to amuse her.
"Thank you, Eighth Imperial Uncle," Song Yue said, lowering her eyes.
"What's wrong? You look so preoccupied." Zhao Zhiyan teased with a smile, "You've grown up, and you have things on your mind now."
Song Yue looked up and saw the reflection of herself in Zhao Zhiyan's eyes. In his eyes, she was still a child who hadn't grown up.
And he was ruthless.
Three years ago, someone said that taking Princess Lian'an away was not only to guard against other powerful figures in the capital, but also to protect her!
Song Yue smiled reservedly.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhiyan changed the subject: "Where is the Princess Consort of Zhennan being imprisoned?"
Song Yue's smile froze, and she frowned. After three years apart, he would actually ask her this question. Zhao Zhiyan said, "I just met Prince Pei in the palace. He met me and mentioned that the Princess of Zhennan went missing after coming to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion. Little girl, the Princess of Zhennan has a noble status, so some jokes should be stopped."
"Why is Eighth Imperial Uncle so certain that the person is in the Duke of Jingguo's mansion?" Song Yue asked in return.
Zhao Zhiyan glanced at Song Yue, then hesitated, "Never mind, perhaps there's some misunderstanding."
He stood up, his tall figure looming over Song Yue, his eyes dark and menacing: "Why haven't you written a single letter in these three years?"
He quelled the barbarians, subdued the Japanese pirates, and reclaimed his military power. For three whole years, Song Yue didn't even send him a single letter.
Are you still angry?
Does that mean I'm not important to her at all?
"Write a letter?" Song Yue feigned ignorance: "With the Eighth Imperial Uncle in his arms, how could I possibly disturb him?"
Zhao Zhiyan's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly explained, "It's not what you think."
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