The sunlight gradually shone obliquely, Ning Yunzhao finished reading a book, and his homework for the day was completed.

He moved slightly and his eyes fell on the calendar on the desk.

"Xiao Ding Xiao Ding." he shouted.

Xiao Ding ran in from outside.

"What's the matter, young master?"

"Has the gift been sent?" Ning Yunzhao asked.

"Of course the young master sent it. You've reminded me so many times, I won't forget." Xiao Ding said aggrievedly.

Ning Yunzhao smiled.

"Is the door open?" he asked.

"It's open." Xiao Ding said, "I told you, Master."

Ning Yunzhao stood up and walked to the window, looking at the deep green.

Yes, Xiao Ding said so, the gifts have been delivered, the store opens very early and there are not many people.

It can be said that there is no one at all.

It's better this way, keep a low profile and people will pay less attention to it.

After all, this is not Runan, and there is no time limit to cover up and resolve the Fang family's affairs. This time I really want to open a clinic, so I might as well take it slow and steady.

"Let's go and have a look," he said, turning and walking away.

"What are you going to see?" Xiao Ding asked.

"Let's go and see how the clinic is being cleaned up." Ning Yunzhao said.

Xiao Ding regretted asking the question, thinking that he was still too young and naive and shouldn't have asked such a question.

What can I watch? I can watch anything. Even if I have watched it yesterday or the day before, I can watch it again today.

Don’t these students often recite the saying that when you don’t see someone for a day, it feels like a long time.

He smiled and said yes.

But when he arrived at Miss Jun's Jiuling Hall, he saw a closed door.

Ning Yunzhao and Xiao Ding were both stunned.

"That's right." Xiao Ding hurriedly looked up at the plaque, and then saw traces of scattered firecrackers in the cracks on the ground.

Why did it close just after opening?

Where did she go?

Ning Yunzhao stood in front of the door with a frown on his face.

…

The usually quiet Yu Street was crowded with people. The soldiers patrolling the city lined up in the street, but this time they did not drive the people away, but simply blocked them on both sides of the road.

"Here they come." There was a commotion on the other side of the street.

As the sound spread, people on the street looked over. They saw a group of people coming out of a house, led by the groom with a tall head, a big horse and a wide robe with big sleeves, who was none other than Lu Yunqi.

The noise disappeared instantly, and all eyes fell on Lu Yunqi.

Today, Lu Yunqi no longer wore the complicated and gorgeous Feiyu suit, but a black long gown, a yellow skirt, and a crown with pearls and jade hanging on his head.

Under the heavy wedding dress, his face was still frighteningly white, but the overall lines were much softer.

It was not the first time that Lu Yunqi wore a groom's suit to welcome his bride. But that seemed to be a long time ago. In recent years, his reputation has become more and more famous. At first glance, the people of Lu Qianhu were very unfamiliar with him.

A festive procession was walking through the silence. It looked very strange.

"Master Qianhu is very happy." I don't know who shouted first, and then the voice spread among the crowd like stars.

Many people who wanted to stare blankly were stabbed hard on the shoulders and backs at the same time.

"What are you doing?" The people turned around in dissatisfaction, but saw a face with sinister eyes.

"The commander is very happy." said the owner of the face.

"Great joy..." the people stammered.

The combination of these stuttering voices made the whole street lively again.

"Master Qianhu is very happy."

"Master Qianhu is very happy."

Lu Yunqi had a calm expression. He didn't care whether the street was quiet or bustling.

The street was not very long, and we soon arrived at the other side of the street, in front of the Prince Huai's Palace, which was also decorated festively.

The gate of Prince Huai's Palace had been opened, and rows of eunuchs and palace maids stood there, with bright yellow notice boards and flags everywhere, demonstrating the royal style.

Lu Yunqi dismounted in front of the door and walked in alone.

He had no friends, and apart from the Royal Guards who accompanied him, he had no other companions to welcome the bride.

Crowds gathered in front of Prince Huai's mansion and looked inside following Lu Yunqi's figure.

The Prince Huai's Mansion was like a forgotten place in the capital. Only at this time did everyone remember that there was such a place and that there was a prince there.

This prince was supposed to be the emperor.

The last time the door of Prince Huai's Mansion was opened was when Princess Jiuling got married. People stood on tiptoe and looked inside with curiosity and excitement.

There are long and wide corridors, red walls and yellow tiles. It is said that the emperor specially built this place like a miniature version of the imperial palace, with front halls and rear palaces, and it is said to be magnificent.

All of this is just hearsay, and no one in the public has ever had the chance to see it.

People took the opportunity to explore and chat, and some children bravely squeezed through the guards to look at the billboards and flags out of curiosity, but of course they were quickly scolded and sent back.

This also added a bit of liveliness to the front door, as well as the bustle of a wedding.

It didn't take long before the crackling sounds of firecrackers and gongs and drums began to rang out again.

“It’s out!”

"Look, Princess Jiuli is coming out."

The people in front of the door shouted one after another, causing another crowd. Many people were caught off guard and were squeezed to the ground.

"Oh you little girl."

They looked at the person who squeezed past them. It was a girl of fifteen or sixteen, neatly dressed and slender, but she was squeezing through the crowd like a ruffian, with considerable strength. She soon stood at the front amid the curses.

The groom Lu Yunqi has already crossed the threshold, with the bride being carried on someone's back behind him.

The bride's veil covered her face, and her black and yellow skirt covered her body. Although she was being carried on someone's back, she still looked dignified.

Miss Jun only felt her breathing quicken and her throat become hoarse. She reached out and grabbed her collar, staring at the bride intently.

"It's the Third Prince who's here to pick up the bride."

People were whispering in my ears.

The one carrying Princess Jiuli on his back is the third son of the current emperor. He has been crowned king even before he got married and is deeply loved by the emperor and empress. He is a few years younger than Princess Jiuli.

Along with the bride and groom came the wedding procession of other princes, princesses, county matrons and other royal relatives, making the front of Prince Huai's palace sparkle with jewels and gems, drawing gasps from the people.

"The emperor gave Princess Jiuli such a grand ceremony."

"It's more than just a grand occasion. You didn't see the wedding dowry before."

"It is indeed a golden branch and jade leaf."

"I heard that the Imperial Concubine was entrusted by the Emperor and Empress to come to the Prince Huai's Palace in person to escort the princess to her wedding."

Yes, many people came, but one person was missing.

The most critical and important person.

Miss Jun glanced at these people, and Jiuqi was not there.

He is a person who is to be forgotten by the people and cannot appear in the sight of the world.

Even when his sister was getting married, he couldn't send her off in person.

Princess Jiuli had already sat in the flower sedan chair, which was a unique ceremonial carriage used when a royal princess got married. It was extremely magnificent and moved slowly amidst envy and exclamations.

The people on the street followed the convoy like a tide, and Miss Jun, who was standing still, was knocked around like a small boat in the ocean.

The wedding procession will circle the city halfway.

She watched Princess Jiuli's carriage drive away, then turned her gaze back to Prince Huai's Palace.

The princes, princesses, and nobles chatted and laughed as they got on their carriages.

Of course, they would not go with the wedding procession. They would either go straight to Lu Yunqi's house or just leave.

As these nobles left, the gate of Prince Huai's mansion closed again. In almost the blink of an eye, the originally bustling front of the door became deserted, with only floral confetti and traces of firecrackers left on the ground.

"Miss, Miss."

Liu'er was finally able to squeeze out of the crowd and stand next to Miss Jun.

"Hurry up, let's follow."

She pointed at the convoy of carriages marching on the street and urged them on joyfully, saying that the scene of the princess's wedding was indeed different from anything she had seen before.

Miss Jun looked at the convoy over there, which was getting farther and farther away from her sight. She suddenly turned around and walked quickly in the other direction. At the end, she simply picked up the hem of her skirt and ran.

"Miss." Liu'er was thrown to the ground before she could react, and hurriedly shouted to chase after her.

Miss Jun ran very fast and turned the corner in the blink of an eye.

"Miss, where are you going?"

Liu'er's voice called from behind.

Going around an alley and climbing over a low wall, you can arrive at the backyard of Prince Huai's Mansion. There is an artificial hill in the backyard of Prince Huai's Mansion. Standing on the small pavilion on the hill, you can overlook half of the street.

At this time, there was a small child on the pavilion.

Miss Jun stopped suddenly.

Although she couldn't see his face clearly, Miss Jun knew that he was concentrating on watching the wedding procession on the street, just like the time when she got married.

The only difference is that his sister was with him that time, but this time he was alone.