Fu Yijing raised his head to look at Ling Shumo. His beautiful and clear eyes seemed to be filled with infinite tenderness. "Your Highness the Crown Princess may not remember me, but I will always remember the scene when I first met Your Highness. When the tide was high in Qingyang Lake in Dingzhou, I was almost swept to the bottom of the lake. It was Your Highness who pulled me ashore and specifically instructed his men to escort me back home. After that incident, I secretly decided that Your Highness the Crown Princess would marry me. I would not marry anyone else except Your Highness."
After listening to Fu Yijing's words, Ling Shumo seemed to have some impression of the first meeting he described.
At that time, she went to Dingzhou to find Dr. Li to treat Pei Jiusheng's illness. When she was coming down from Qingyang Mountain, she happened to see the tide at the foot of the mountain. She saved a young man whose shoes and socks were soaked.
The young man wore a moon-white robe and a silver-white veiled hat, revealing not an inch of skin from head to toe. Even when she pulled him ashore, she held his arm through the fabric of his clothes. At that time, Fu Yijing's clothes were so disheveled that it was impossible to tell whether they were men's or women's.
The reason why she knew that she had saved a young man, not a young lady, was because the Adam's apple belt wrapped around Fu Yijing's neck fell out from the veil in front of her face.
Seeing Ling Shumo remained silent, Fu Yijing lowered his head for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Ling Shumo, as if he had made a great decision. "If Your Highness feels that I am not worthy of being your legal husband, I am willing to be your concubine. As long as I can stay by Your Highness's side, I will do anything."
Before Ling Shumo could answer, two voices rang out at the same time, "No, this is absolutely not possible."
"Even if you never get married, you can't serve someone else." This was Fu Rong's voice.
"Xiao Jing, I will never allow you to suffer that injustice. If you want to get married, you must be the principal wife." This was the voice of Xuan Ming Fairy.
Fu Yijing looked at Fu Rong, then at Xuanming Fairy. He lowered his head and said in a wronged voice, "But I really want to stay by His Highness's side."
Xuan Ming Fairy pulled Fu Yijing up from the ground, "You are such a fool, kid! The princess hasn't said anything yet, why are you belittling yourself here?"
Fu Rong didn't say anything, but her thoughts were similar to Xuanming Fairy's. Nangong Yingshan, the lover she and her sister shared, had only one child, Fu Yijing, and his health deteriorated, making it impossible for him to have more children.
Fu Rong loved Nangong Yingshan dearly. Besides Nangong Yingshan, the person she cherished most in her life was Fu Yijing. Even her deceased son, Fu Yichen, was not as important as this nephew. If Fu Yijing were unhappy in the future, Nangong Yingshan would be devastated, and that was something she absolutely did not want to see.
Ling Shumo looked across at Fu Yijing. The woman before her had rosy cheeks, graceful eyebrows, and clear, radiant eyes. A high nose bridge, red lips, and white teeth made her look like a fairy from a painting. He was even more beautiful than Fu Yichen, once the most beautiful woman in the capital.
Ling Shumo smiled and said, "You can't choose your birth, and you are not at fault. Besides, I have never said that I don't want to marry you as my princess."
Fu Yijing's eyes suddenly brightened up. He looked at Ling Shumo without blinking, and even the ending of his tone was full of joy. "Really? Your Highness did not lie to me?"
Ling Shumo smiled and nodded.
If other men had a life story as complicated as Fu Yijing's: his biological mother and aunt were involved with the same man, and his father was fickle and married two sisters at the same time, it would probably be a very shameful thing.
But if Fu Yijing’s biological mother is the Fairy Xuanming and his adoptive mother is the Prime Minister of the Chisha Empire, then that would be a different matter.
The current emperor did not believe in ghosts and gods. Even after listening to Shen Ci's suggestion and summoning Xuanming Fairy to the palace, he was still skeptical about her words and treated her with indifference. However, this did not mean that Xuanming Fairy had no status in the imperial capital.
On the contrary, Xuanming Fairy was extremely famous in the Chisha Empire and even in several surrounding empires. She was a guest of honor among most of the nobles in the imperial capital.
When Fairy Xuanming heard Ling Shumo say that she was willing to marry her son as her legal husband, she was visibly relieved.
The smile on Fu Rong's face became more sincere than ever before. "Look at us, we are so engrossed in our conversation that the food is getting cold. Your Highness, please take a seat. I will go out and have someone prepare a new table."
The door of the private room was opened, and the cold dishes on the table were removed. Soon, the servants brought steaming hot dishes that were obviously fresh from the pot to the table.
Xuan Ming Fairy raised her glass to toast Ling Shumo, "Xiao Jing was raised in the Prime Minister's Mansion until he was five years old, and then I took him out of the mansion.
Over the years, I have traveled almost all over the beautiful land of the Chisha Empire, and Xiaojing has also followed me to many places. She is not like other noble ladies who are pampered in their boudoirs and never go out of the front door or the back door.
But Your Highness, please do not be prejudiced against him because of this. Xiao Jing has always kept his appearance secret when he goes out to meet people. Before today, no woman had ever seen his appearance.
Xuan Ming Fairy said this and looked at Fu Rong who was sitting across from her. "They say that a dragon gives birth to a dragon and a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix. Xiao Jing is my spiritual son. He has learned the Three Obediences and Four Virtues of a man very well. Unlike some people, who may have some dirty things in their blood, they are not at all content after getting married. Out of jealousy and hatred, they even dare to harm their own wives."
Fu Rong's face looked a little ugly.
The "some people" mentioned by Fairy Xuanming were naturally Fu Rong's eldest son Fu Yichen.
As for the dirt in Fu Yichen's blood, it is easy to understand. His blood must be inherited from his mother, Prime Minister Fu Rong.
Xuanming Fairy would never forget the hatred of having her husband stolen from her. If her son hadn't revealed his affections for the current Crown Princess, she wouldn't have been able to sit down at the same table with her sister, Fu Rong, in peace. She had gone to the palace to denounce Shen Hefeng as an evil spirit in order to help her son's future wife, and had nothing to do with Fu Rong, the Prime Minister's sister.
Fu Yijing was at a loss for what to do in the private room. His mother and aunt were both very kind to him, but every time he felt this way, he felt uncomfortable, yet he had no way to deal with it.
Ling Shumo had just picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and was about to put it in her mouth when she felt someone was staring at her.
Ling Shumo raised her head and met Fu Yijing's eyes, which were filled with pleading.
Fu Yijing's beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak. He was silently begging her to say something to ease the tense atmosphere between Fairy Xuanming and Fu Rong.
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