Xiangyue Courtyard.
Xiangli Mingzhu patiently advised Jiang Bailu: "Xiao Qi is right. You are the Crown Princess. You can't only think about romantic love. You also have to think about the responsibilities on your shoulders. You are the Crown Prince's wife. Since the Crown Prince is very busy, you have to help His Highness manage the household so that His Highness has no worries. You also have to take good care of the Crown Prince's health. Don't ask about things that the Crown Prince doesn't talk about."
Jiang Bailu nodded, feeling wronged: "I know, this is the only way things can be."
Xiangli Mingzhu nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, if you keep making trouble like this, the Crown Prince will get angry with you. Remember my words, manage the Eastern Palace well and take good care of the Crown Prince's health."
Jiang Bailu was still very sad. Although she had figured out the reasons behind these things, she still felt very wronged.
Xiangli Mingzhu was afraid that she would do something rash, so she gave her a lot of advice: "...Xiao Qi didn't say that your fate with the Crown Prince was over, which means you are fine. You just need to wait patiently."
These words completely dispelled Jiang Bailu's worries.
Peony Residence.
Jiang Jiulu subtly inquired about Jiang Bailu from Yuan Qi.
Yuan Qi knew that as long as she told Jiang Jiulu, the entire Jiang family would soon know that Jiang Bailu was not doing well.
So she refused to say anything, no matter how much Jiang Jiulu inquired, she just wouldn't talk about Jiang Bailu.
Jiang Jiulu had no choice but to give up, pouting unhappily, and said, "I'm bored at home, I want to go set up a stall with you."
"Go if you want, but lately I've been hosting ordinary people. If you don't mind, you can come along." Yuan Qi lifted his foot and walked out.
Seeing that Jiang Jiulu had also come out, Wen Zhujun glanced at her and asked, "Fifth Miss, you wouldn't happen to want to learn fortune telling too, would you?"
Jiang Jiulu and she chatted occasionally, but not much, so they weren't very close. However, those who could be kept by Yuan Qi were no ordinary people, and she didn't dare to underestimate them.
"I just went there to relieve my boredom."
The two didn't say much along the way, following Yuan Qi at a leisurely pace.
When they arrived at the big locust tree on Tianshui Street, Jiang Jiulu's legs felt like they were filled with lead, and she couldn't take another step.
She sat directly on Yuan Qi's fortune-telling stall: "If I had known it was this far and this tiring, I would have called a carriage to come along."
Yuan Qi chuckled: "You came here of your own accord. Don't sit here and delay my stall. Go rest over at the noodle stall."
Jiang Jiulu reluctantly snorted and slowly stood up to move to a different spot.
She looked at the shabby conditions at the noodle stall and felt quite disgusted.
Wen Zhujun was the first to walk over and plop down, showing no sign of disgust. Jiang Jiulu sat down first, but she still had a look of disgust on her face.
Seeing that Jiang Jiulu was dressed in fine silk and satin, Meizi knew that she was a young lady from a wealthy family, so she didn't dare to be negligent: "Miss, would you like something to eat? We only have noodles here."
Jiang Jiulu had never eaten at this kind of roadside stall before. Looking at the table and benches of the noodle stall, which didn't seem very clean, she figured the noodles must be dirty too.
Wen Zhujun naturally understood the thoughts of a young lady like her. Ignoring Jiang Jiulu, she readily ordered a bowl of noodles and asked for extra pieces of meat.
Meizi stared at Jiang Jiulu, who seemed quite disgusted, so she didn't say anything and turned to cook noodles for Wen Zhujun.
Jiang Jiulu was tired, thirsty, and hungry after walking for so long. She waited for Meizi to bring noodles to Wen Zhujun, and since the noodles looked decent, she ordered a bowl.
Wen Zhujun was made of paper and didn't need to eat. She simply handed the bowl of noodles in front of her to Yuan Qi: "You eat it, it looks good to me."
After Yuan Qi finished eating a bowl of noodles and had her fortune told by an old lady, a young man in a blue robe came over, bowed respectfully to her, and spoke very politely: "Seventh Miss, Sixth Young Master invites you to have dinner at Baihelou Restaurant."
She recognized the young man; he was Bai Fujun's personal servant.
"Walk."
Jiang Jiulu, who was sitting idly at the noodle stall, also recognized the servant. She couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes and secretly felt that she had made the right choice to come today. Otherwise, how could she have the opportunity to have a meal with the Sixth Young Master?
She leaned closer and whispered in Yuan Qi's ear, "I'm going too."
Yuan Qi turned to look at her, taking in all her thoughts, and coldly reminded her, "Don't do anything shameful, understand?"
Jiang Jiulu's smile vanished instantly, and she gave an unhappily "Oh," saying, "I know."
Upon arriving at Baihelou, Bai Fujun was alone in a private room, dressed in a white brocade robe with his hair tied up in a small silver crown. He had a bright smile on his face, which widened even more when he saw Yuan Qi enter.
He stepped forward with a smile: "Seventh Sister, I saw your stall when I passed by Tianshui Street just now, and I was thinking that I haven't properly thanked you for the help you gave me the last two times, so I wanted to treat you to a meal. I wonder what Seventh Miss would like to eat?"
He also noticed Wen Zhujun and Jiang Jiulu, and gestured to them with his hands clasped, inviting them to sit down.
Jiang Jiulu gracefully curtsied to Bai Fujun, saying, "Jiang Jiulu greets Sixth Young Master."
Bai Fujun is a famous gentleman in the capital. Not only is he handsome, but he also has a noble status. Jiang Jiulu has long been secretly in love with him and thought that if she didn't marry the Crown Prince, marrying him would be quite a good choice.
She was too shy to look at Bai Fujun.
Bai Fujun didn't pay much attention to Jiang Jiulu and said generously, "Fifth Miss, please don't stand on ceremony, have a seat."
Yuan Qi stood next to Jiang Jiulu and secretly pinched her arm. Jiang Jiulu winced in pain, which snapped her back to reality, and she sat down properly.
Wen Zhujun smiled slightly at Bai Fujun, clasped her hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Sixth Young Master, you are too kind."
Bai Fujun had met Wen Zhujun before and found her to be extraordinary, so she asked, "May I ask who this lady is...?"
Wen Zhujun introduced herself: "I am Wen Zhujun, and I am considered half a disciple of the Seventh Miss. I am from a hundred years ago."
Yuan Qi chuckled, forcing a smile, and explained to Bai Fujun without the slightest embarrassment, "That's right, she died a hundred years ago. This body is made of paper, so it can't eat or drink. Please don't be offended, Sixth Young Master."
Jiang Jiulu looked at Wen Zhujun in surprise and blurted out subconsciously, "Made of paper?"
Bai Fujun was also quite surprised, unable to hide the astonishment on her face. However, out of politeness, she did not ask any further questions, only saying, "Seventh Sister has many hidden talents around her; I was being presumptuous."
Wen Zhujun knew that others would react this way when they found out her identity, so it was already quite remarkable that Bai Fujun wasn't afraid.
To prevent Bai Fujun from misunderstanding, Yuan Qi specially explained, "Sixth Young Master, don't underestimate her. A hundred years ago, she was a female general who dominated the battlefield. You can find out who she was by checking the history books when you get back."
"I vaguely remember her name, but it seems she was a man who married a princess?"
It was rare for Wen Zhujun to run into someone who knew her, so she started talking: "That's right, it's me. I admire your extensive knowledge, Sixth Young Master."
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