Chapter 361 After recognizing He Zhaojun’s identity, Wen Ziduan proposes to her again!
Shao Shang was already six months pregnant, her belly visible. She held her belly, supported by a palace maid, as she walked into the palace. She glanced to her right and pursed her lips, "Princess Zhao, that drunk guy is the Fifth Prince."
He Zhaojun frowned deeply under the mask. She always felt that this place was very familiar, as if she had lived here for many years. Especially when walking with Mrs. Huo, she seemed to know in advance where to turn and where there would be bumps on the road.
Little did she know that this was the result of Wen Ziduan's specific instructions. He feared that He Zhaojun would one day return to find everything changed. Therefore, every plant and tree in Yongle Palace remained exactly as it was when she left. Even withered flowers were replaced with plants of the same variety and size, not to mention every brick and tile, pavilion, and terrace.
He Zhaojun naturally performed the Central Plains etiquette towards the two people at the top. She also felt strange that she was able to do it more smoothly than those who had just learned it in South Vietnam.
"Princess Zhao of Nanyue pays respects to Emperor Wen and Consort Yue. On behalf of my brother and the people of Nanyue, I respectfully wish the Han Dynasty prosperity, prosperity, and good weather. I also wish you two a large family with many children and grandchildren, and a deep and loving relationship."
She had practiced these etiquettes several times when she was in Nanyue. She just felt that she couldn't let the emperor and his ministers in the Central Plains think that she was arrogant and unreasonable, and bring shame to Nanyue.
Who knew that everyone in the hall would sigh with emotion, and Concubine Yue's eyes would suddenly turn red. After He Zhaojun saw their attitude, she couldn't help but lower her head - it must be because she was just like the wonderful woman they said she was, He Zhaojun.
Emperor Wen, however, calmed himself down and secretly reached for Concubine Yue's hand. Since she was the sister of King Zhao Hu of Nanyue, how could she possibly be He Zhaojun, who had been missing for a year? "Well, Jun'er, I have a question for you. You wrote in your previous letter that you already had a prince in mind. May I ask which of my sons is so lucky to have been favored by the Saint?"
He Zhaojun looked around. Almost everyone was sitting upright, hoping to make a good impression. Only the Fifth Prince seemed drunk. It seemed that he had no desire for her. If she married him, she would surely be able to escape quickly.
Thinking of this, she saluted Emperor Wen again and said, "Your Majesty, I have made up my mind. The person I want to marry is Wu..." Before she finished her words, she felt someone suddenly grab her wrist. A tall and thin man in an indigo robe knelt down beside her with a plop.
She struggled in vain, and the man said, "Excuse me," and then reached out to lift her sleeve, revealing a small section of her slender arm. He stared at the scar on it again and again, and his hands began to tremble as he looked at it.
He Zhaojun was horrified. You know, she had not slacked off for even a single day in the past year. Even when she left, her whip skills were already very good. This kind of soft weapon required a lot of strength and skill to use, and even five or six young and strong soldiers could not get close to her.
But this seemingly slender man's hands were like pliers, and she couldn't break free no matter what she did. She also felt as if she had experienced this all before, ever since she was about to choose the fifth prince.
But the words of this young man who had burst into the palace shocked her even more: "Father, Mother, I will not endure this any longer! Please grant me the marriage. I am willing to marry Princess Zhao!"
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