Su Bai opened his eyes wide, "You are so heartless, so cold, and so unreasonable!"
He Yanting: “…”
"If you keep using that tone, you won't be able to leave in the future."
Su Bai immediately sat up straight and complained in a low voice: "It's been several days. I want to go out. I want to see Zhiyu again."
He Yanting's fingertips moved slightly.
Su Bai narrowed his eyes slightly. Before he could speak, He Yanting said, "Jiang Zhaorong went to Jinzhou to verify Song Shiwei's identity."
"Oh? So what did he find out?"
"What can be found? Of course, Song Shiwei is a princess of the previous dynasty, and she holds the key to the previous dynasty's treasury."
Su Bai looked at him suspiciously. "Is this true? Song Shiwei has framed Zhiyu so many times. If you do this, won't Jiang Zhaorong love her even more?"
"No, I added one more."
Su Bai immediately clicked his tongue: "Although I don't know what you added, it's definitely not something good."
"Speaking of which, who exactly is this Song Shiwei? Who gave her the identity of a princess from the previous dynasty? And why did Jiang Zhaorong believe it so firmly?"
Su Bai felt that his brain was almost not enough.
A hint of sarcasm flashed in He Yanting's eyes: "Who knows."
Su Bai tilted his head slightly and looked at him nonchalantly. Knowing that he couldn't get anything out of him, he picked up the wine bowl beside him and drank it all in one gulp.
"This Third Assistant Minister is quite interesting. He has one in his eyes and another in his heart. He has no achievements whatsoever, yet he still marries the princess."
Su Bai raised his eyebrows frivolously: "You said so."
He Yanting raised the corners of his lips and lowered his eyes slightly: "Put aside your useless speculations. The emperor has never discussed the matter of granting marriage with me."
Seeing through her suspicions, Su Bai blinked slightly, "Indeed, although the Third Assistant Minister is fond of Zhiyu, Zhiyu doesn't seem to be fond of him."
Su Bai sat up and said, "The Minister of Works is already preparing. According to the Emperor's wishes, the days when the Imperial Observatory observes the sky will definitely not exceed this month."
"It's really sad that the emperor's favorite princess is now getting married in such a hasty manner."
He spoke words of regret, but his eyes were cold.
"Don't be sad," He Yanting said with heavy eyelashes, "The mask is ready for you. There is something I need you to do."
…
Inside the Prime Minister's residence, Song Shiwei kept tapping the table with his fingers, obviously unable to calm down.
After the incident with Emperor Lü Daizong, how could Lady Anle have considered recommending herself to the Empress Dowager? Perhaps, perhaps Lady Anle had already forgotten about it. What should she do then?
If she couldn't catch the Empress Dowager's eye, she would have to stay in this deep house. Jiang Zhaorong didn't want to marry her off now, but his affection for her was waning day by day. And there was that slutty maid Taohong around to instigate her. If one day Jiang Zhaorong was persuaded by her words, he would just send her away...
The more Song Shiwei thought about it, the more anxious he became.
She kept licking her dry lips. No, she couldn't just sit there and wait for death. She had to take the initiative!
She sat at her desk and wrote a letter.
It was dusk, and Xiao Lingyu had just returned to the East Palace when the serving boy presented him with the visiting card.
Xiao Lingyu didn't take it. He just glanced at it and asked, "Who sent it?"
"Your Highness, this was sent by Miss Song from the Prime Minister's residence. She said that the incense stone given to Your Highness that day had some flaws."
Xiao Lingyu sat at the desk, his hand holding the pen paused.
Are you losing your patience so soon?
Seeing that Xiao Lingyu didn't reply, the servant tentatively asked, "Your Highness, did I refuse?"
"No need," Xiao Lingyu came back to his senses, "Just let her come."
Since she wants to catch the Queen Mother's eye so much, I will give her this opportunity.
…
In the imperial palace, inside the imperial study.
The Imperial Astronomical Observatory's director was kneeling on the ground, reporting, "Your Majesty, I have observed the celestial phenomena these past few days and nights, and the moon is high in the sky, which is a very ominous sign. It is not suitable for marriage."
The emperor reviewed the memorial without looking up: "Then I will read it again."
The Director of the Imperial Observatory: “…”
He thought about what Concubine Duan said, and said with a stiff upper lip: "Your Majesty, there really aren't many auspicious times in the past month. Perhaps the princess's marriage can be arranged..."
Before he could finish his words, he was frightened by the emperor's eyes and swallowed them back.
"The princess's marriage must be arranged as soon as possible. I don't care about any bad omens. The princess's marriage must be completed this month. Do you understand?"
The emperor's voice was calm, but the director of the Imperial Observatory felt a chill in his heart.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will go back and take another look."
The emperor waved his hand, and Fu Ping took the opportunity to say, "I'll go see the Supervisor off."
After leaving the Imperial Study, the Director of the Imperial Observatory suddenly looked worried: "Eunuch Fuping, what happened to the Emperor? It was so sudden, there was no good time."
Fu Ping chuckled. "How can a servant guess what His Majesty is thinking? His Majesty has made his intentions clear enough. All you need to do is follow His Majesty's wishes."
As they walked, they both tacitly chose a road with fewer people. The director of the Imperial Observatory was looking at Fuping and stuffed something into his hand: "I am a dull person by nature. I hope that Master Fuping can give me some guidance."
Fu Ping was pleased and chuckled softly, saying, "Master Supervisor, what are you talking about? I see that Master Supervisor is kind, so I'll have some heartfelt words with you. Master Supervisor, don't worry too much about the princess's wedding, and don't worry about Concubine Duan either."
The director of the Imperial Observatory looked up at him in disbelief. "But isn't Princess Qingwu His Majesty's favorite princess? Although His Majesty is a little angry now, it will eventually subside."
"Master Jianzheng," Fuping looked at him and sighed softly.
He looked around and saw that there was no one around. He hooked his finger, motioning the director of the Imperial Observatory to come over and whisper something in his ear.
"What?!"
After hearing Fu Ping's words, the director of the Imperial Observatory felt as if a thunderclap had sounded in his ears. He could not control his shock and cried out in surprise.
"Oh, my Lord Supervisor, please keep your voice down." Fu Ping stopped him in panic, and was relieved when he saw that he did not alarm the patrolling guards.
The director of the Imperial Observatory lowered his voice and asked, "Are you serious? Has His Majesty also learned about this?"
"Of course. Otherwise, why would His Majesty marry the princess off so hastily? Without even considering an auspicious time?"
It’s such a big deal, no wonder Concubine Duan spoke so ambiguously!
The director of the Imperial Observatory looked very unhappy.
If he had known earlier, he would never have accepted Concubine Duan's favor and come to the imperial study!
He suppressed his anger and bowed to Fu Ping. "Thank you, Eunuch Fu Ping, for your advice. As for His Majesty..."
Fu Ping personally helped him up: "Master Jianzheng, there is no need to be so polite. I will be there for the emperor."
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