At that moment, Jiang Muyu saw his god coming against the light.

She had to admit that she was moved.

Liang Qingchen walked up to her, slightly leaning forward to stand in front of her, looking at the man opposite, exuding an irresistible domineering aura, "Doesn't Mr. Wei have an engagement with Miss Gu? Why did you come to the poetry gathering?"

Wei Jingkang's arrogance was instantly shattered.

Jiang Muxue said pitifully, "My Lord, I have brought this upon myself. I really can't blame my sister. Master Wei was just acting out of sympathy..."

"Did the king ask you a question?" He looked straight ahead, but his words were as hard as ice.

Jiang Muxue felt a chill in her heart and dared not say a word.

Wei Jingkang immediately bowed and apologized: "I am sorry for being rude. I hope Your Majesty can forgive my fault."

"You should ask the princess for forgiveness."

Wei Jingkang was stunned for a moment, then turned to Jiang Muyu, "Princess..."

Jiang Muyu didn't want to hear him finish. It was just some polite words, not a sincere apology. She wasn't the kind of person who would follow the rules. She waved her hand and said, "You can leave. I won't care."

Wei Jingkang always calls himself a gentleman and a righteous man. He likes to stand up whenever he encounters something. To put it bluntly, he likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

At this moment, he probably had no feelings for Jiang Muxue, he just simply sympathized with the "weak".

Princess Jin'an said at the right time: "Why not have someone help the Eighth Girl to the side hall first? Although the injury is not serious, she still needs to be treated with medicine."

Jiang Muyu said, "Sorry to trouble you, auntie."

"It doesn't matter. After all, it was me who got hurt."

Then two maids came over and helped Jiang Muxue down.

Zhong Lei watched and wanted to follow, but because there were so many people here and it was hard to see why, he had no choice but to sit back in his seat.

Princess Jin'an said, "It's a rare honor for you to come. I just got two jars of peach wine a while ago. Why don't you try it?"

"I have official business to attend to. I passed by Shulang Garden and heard the music of the zither. I came in to take a look. It is not convenient for me to stay for long at this moment. I appreciate your kindness, aunt."

"In this case, it would be bad to delay the prince's mission."

Liang Qingchen nodded slightly as a greeting, "I still have a few words to tell the princess."

Princess Jin'an naturally understood what he meant, "Then I will not bother you two anymore."

Jiang Muyu bowed and followed Liang Qingchen out of the main hall.

The scenery of Shulang Garden is famous throughout the capital, so she couldn't help but look around a few more times. The two of them walked along the path, through the corridor, and came to a fish pond.

"What does the prince want to explain?" Jiang Muyu spoke first.

Liang Qingchen suddenly bent over, put his hands under her armpits, and lifted her up.

Jiang Muyu screamed in surprise and grabbed his sleeves tightly with both hands. She was placed on the railing of the corridor, next to her was a red eaves column that covered most of her body.

Before she could react, Liang Qingchen held her in his arms with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, forcing her to look up at him.

"Liang Qingchen..." She didn't understand what was going on for a moment and could only murmur his name.

He looked into her clear eyes, and his image was imprinted in them.

"You are not Zhao Zhao." His voice was low and a little hoarse, and his tone was firm and unquestionable.

Jiang Muyu's heart shuddered, and she tightened her grip on his sleeve. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Zhao Zhao never calls me by my name, and she doesn't know how to cook. She doesn't love me or my children... No matter how much a person changes, it is always difficult to change their living habits." He seemed to be talking to her, or as if he was talking to himself, gently stroking her face with his fingertips.

Jiang Muyu had calmed down by now, with a hint of coldness on her face. She said in a light tone, "I am her, but not her. This body is hers, but the soul is mine."

"What do you mean?" He frowned, looking puzzled.

"You may not understand what I am saying, but I definitely did not lie to you. What I am going to say next is true. Believe it or not."

"You say."

Jiang Muyu said: "Actually, I am not from your world at all. I came from outside. I have cancer and I don't have many days left to live. I don't know exactly what happened. I woke up here and became Jiang Muyu."

"Outside? Cancer?"

She didn't know how to tell him that this was the world of novels, so she simply said, "You can think of it as a place outside this world. Cancer is what you often call an incurable disease."

Liang Qingchen frowned, as if thinking. After a moment, he asked, "Where did Jiang Muyu go?"

Jiang Muyu pursed her lips and said, "Maybe he went to my world, or maybe... he's dead."

Liang Qingchen put her down and turned around, "I will trust you for now."

Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Muyu stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, "Can you... help me keep a secret?"

"cannot."

Having said that, he strode away.

Jiang Muyu looked at his back, feeling confused.

The protagonists of other novels who travel through time and space either have golden fingers or built-in systems, but she has nothing. It takes a long time for the identities of the protagonists of other novels to be revealed, but she was discovered within a few days, and she was so nervous that she confessed everything.

This time, it's all over. She may not be able to be a princess. In ancient times, being a divorced woman would make people gossip about her. Divorce is not a big deal, but being without money is really hard to do.

She began to think about where to get the money. When the original owner married Liang Qingchen, she had a lot of dowry, and she had always kept these things herself. If she was divorced from the Rui Palace, she could at least take the dowry with her. After all, her current body belonged to the original owner, so it was reasonable for her to take some of the dowry. Liang Qingchen should not be so stingy.

"But...what if the people in the Marquis' Mansion find out? If Liang Qingchen and the others think that I killed the original owner and they unite to avenge me, then wouldn't it be too unfair for me? I didn't choose to travel into the book on my own!"

She paced back and forth anxiously, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind. She slapped her forehead and said, "Am I stupid? If Liang Qingchen tells this to others, I will never admit it. Anyway, I have all the memories of the heroine. I can answer any questions from the people in the Marquis' Mansion. Anyway, they can't open me up to see if my soul is correct."

After this, she was no longer so panicked.

"Jiang Muyu, you can't be afraid. You are all alone in this world. You can just give it up when the time comes. But you still have to do what you have to do now. Don't let others look down on you!"

She straightened her clothes, held her head high, put on a kind smile, and turned to walk towards the main hall.

As soon as she walked through the corridor, she saw Yun Xuan waiting by the Moon Gate. Seeing her, Yun Xuan bowed and said, "Madam, the poetry recital has reached the final stage."

"Well, what is the last step?"

"Write poetry."

"Uh..." This poem would be really boring.

Jiang Muyu walked back the way he came. As he walked, he suddenly thought of something and abruptly changed direction, heading towards the bamboo garden.

Although Yun Xuan felt confused, he still followed her closely.

Jiang Muyu found the bamboo garden according to the description in the original text, and just as he passed through the Moon Gate, he heard a familiar voice coming from there.

"Your Majesty, it seems to be the Eighth Miss." Yun Xuan said in a low voice.

Jiang Muyu made a gesture to keep quiet, and the master and servant moved forward along the wall, finally stopping beside a cluster of bamboos and looking out secretly.

She could just see the two people over there, but she could only hear fragments of what they said.

I don’t know what Jiang Muxue said, Zhong Lei looked very sad. Jiang Muxue turned around and wanted to leave, but Zhong Lei rushed forward and hugged her in his arms.

Jiang Muxue was frightened and screamed, but Zhong Lei picked her up and carried her to the nearby room where guests could rest.