Shen Yunjiao was captivated by the beautiful scenery before her, and she suddenly remembered a scene she had seen in a TV series.
"Lotus flowers can be picked in Jiangnan, their leaves so lush and green."
Shen Yunjiao couldn't help but hum a tune.
Xiao Anle was amazed by the poem recited by Shen Yunjiao. "Your two lines of poetry are truly excellent."
As a talented woman well-versed in poetry and literature, she also wanted to have a match with Shen Yunjiao.
After pondering for a moment, Xiao Anle slowly recited, twirling the handkerchief in his hand: "Dewdrops gather emerald green, fragrance fills the waterside."
"What beautiful lines of poetry!"
A clear male voice came from not far away.
Xiao Chen and the other person turned around at the same time.
A man dressed in a light blue, round-necked, wide-sleeved official robe was seen carrying a stack of books as he walked towards them.
The man looked handsome, with beads of sweat on his temples, probably from rushing along the road.
The maid beside Xiao Anle quickly stepped in front of him, frowning and scolding, "Who is this person? Why don't you kneel before the princess?"
"Ming'er, it's nothing." Xiao Anle said calmly, her eyes involuntarily glancing at the man.
This man had a very special air about him; he was tall and thin, with a long neck that stood upright like a green bamboo.
"Your humble servant Wen Zisong greets the princess and the noble lady." Upon seeing that he had encountered a member of the royal family, the man hurriedly and clumsily placed the books he was carrying on the ground and performed the kowtow.
Just then, a breeze picked up, causing the books on the ground to flip and the hand-drawn illustrations inside to float away and drift down the corridor.
In his panic, Wen Zisong disregarded etiquette and order, and in a disheveled state, he stood up, clutching his official hat, to chase after the blueprints.
"I've seen ladies chasing butterflies, but this is the first time I've seen someone chasing paper," Xiao Anle said to Shen Yun with a secret smile.
Shen Yunjiao felt a strong sense of familiarity upon hearing the name Wen Zisong, and then she turned her gaze to the princess's radiant and gentle smile.
She instantly thought of him—this guy! He'll be the princess's ideal husband, the prince consort of Dayong!
This is a marriage destined for the princess!
While Xiao Anle was still watching Wen Zisong with great interest, Shen Yunjiao suddenly had a plan.
"Oh dear, I forgot something for you." Shen Yunjiao patted her forehead and said, "Anle, why don't you play by yourself for a while? I'll go back to the carriage to check."
"It's alright, you can bring it next time—"
"That won't do. This is pearl powder that I carefully made. I need to let you try it as soon as possible."
After saying this, Shen Yunjiao walked straight ahead without giving Xiao Anle a chance to say anything more.
"Why has Yun Jiao suddenly become so strange?" Xiao Anle was still thinking of winning her back, but that Lord Wen had already gotten his hands on the blueprints.
He rushed to the princess, bowed, and apologized.
“Princess, I was rude just now. However, this drawing is a sketch I made for the renovation of Huaqing Palace. It was a work that took me a lot of effort to complete, and I don’t want it to get dirty.” Wen Zisong replied humbly with his head bowed. His voice was gentle but firm, and he had an inner confidence and composure.
Xiao Anle's heart skipped a beat. She replied, "It's alright, but the renovation of Huaqing Palace is a huge project, so you must be working very hard."
"It wasn't hard work at all. I spent three or four months drawing the sketch, and I'm already very confident about it. Would the princess like to see the drawing?" Wen Zisong asked calmly, but his fingers gradually tightened, revealing his nervousness.
Xiao Anle paused for a moment, then smiled gently, "Okay."
Seeing this scene from behind the vermilion palace wall, Shen Yunjiao nodded with satisfaction.
Not bad, not bad. Even with the uncertainty surrounding Shen Yunjiao, Xiao Anle will still find her true love. She won't just silently like Pei Zhixuan like she did with a possessed body.
That way she won't have to worry.
Shen Yunjiao was secretly watching when she suddenly felt a warm breath brush against her ear.
A low male voice, laced with teasing, rang in her ear, "How come I didn't know that the young lady of the Shen family liked to eavesdrop?"
Shen Yunjiao was startled. She turned her face slightly, but could only catch a fleeting glimpse of his jade-like profile.
Realizing that the person who came was Xiao Huaijin, and that he was once again very close to her, Shen Yunjiao pursed her lips and slipped out from under his arm like a nimble little snake.
"This humble woman was unaware that Your Highness enjoyed sneaking up behind people like a thief." Shen Yunjiao deliberately stood far away from Xiao Huaijin.
This guy likes to get physical at the slightest provocation. If someone sees it, it's fine if she gets scolded, but what if it brings trouble to the Shen family?
Xiao Huaijin's dark eyes flashed with a cool light, but his face held a smile. "If I hadn't secretly gotten close to you, how would I have had the chance to see you?"
Xiao Huaijin asked directly, and Shen Yunjiao didn't know how to answer.
However, His Highness the Crown Prince did not insist on getting to the bottom of things. Instead, he asked about something else, "Is the injury on your foot healed?"
Shen Yunjiao quickly curtsied, "Thank you for your kind medicine, Your Highness. I feel much better after applying it for two days."
Xiao Huaijin added, "Your husband is utterly useless. He can't even protect you properly. I really don't know what you see in him."
Shen Yunjiao was stunned for a moment, then a gentle and serene smile appeared on her face. "Everyone has their own preferences. Can matters of the heart be decided by reason? I believe that when His Highness the Crown Prince meets his true love in the future, he will understand this principle."
"I--"
Xiao Huaijin was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.
He wanted to tell Shen Yunjiao, "You are not me, how do you know I don't understand this principle?"
Is Shen Yunjiao her real name, Tiannv?
He didn't know, nor did he want to find out.
All he knew was that he desperately wanted this woman and hoped that Shen Yunjiao could belong to him completely.
Xiao Huaijin suppressed his turbulent emotions and said softly, "Miss Chen is indeed an experienced person, but how does Miss Chen know that I haven't met her yet?"
Just as Shen Yunjiao was speaking, she secretly glanced at Xiao Anle and Wen Zisong and saw them walking over while talking. She casually replied, "Anyway, His Highness will choose the one he likes today."
She had to leave quickly and not become a third wheel for the princess and Lord Wen.
"Your Highness, I must go now." Shen Yun was a little nervous and didn't even bother to bow to Xiao Huaijin.
Unexpectedly, as he brushed past Xiao Huaijin, Xiao Huaijin grabbed him, saying, "That's a dead end."
"Ah? Then I—" Shen Yunjiao was a little flustered.
Xiao Huaijin's gaze fell on her slender, white wrist, which was tied with a seven-colored rope adorned with pink jade.
His previously gloomy mood instantly cleared up, and he said calmly, "I'll take you somewhere."
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