The Emperor glanced at the Ninth Princess and asked, "What's so interesting about this? If you want to see it, you can see it at the palace banquet after the festival."
The Ninth Princess tugged at his arm and shook it a few times, saying sweetly, "I'm just curious. I wonder what this Qin family girl is like that makes Lord Gu so fond of her. Besides, Seventh Sister has already gone, why can't she take me with her?"
Unable to resist her persistent pleading, the emperor finally had no choice but to agree.
"Go then, but don't cause trouble. Your elder brother, the Crown Prince, has been unwell lately, and your mother is unhappy. Don't let her worry."
The Ninth Princess sighed.
"The Crown Prince's poor health isn't a recent development, and what worries Mother is nothing more than the Empress Dowager's..."
The Emperor glanced at her, and the Ninth Princess fell silent.
The head eunuch stood to the side with his eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought, as if he hadn't heard a word the father and daughter were saying.
The fact that the Ninth Princess and the Seventh Princess were ordered to visit the Marquis of Dingbei's residence was quite troubling for Gu Jinghui.
No new patients have been admitted to the manor. The existing patients are slowly recovering. Gu Liuye's two children have also improved a lot. However, the Dingbei Marquis's manor cannot open its doors yet. How should we welcome the princess then?
"Hmm," Lord Gu glanced at Hongye and Yang Jian, who were engrossed in their abacus work, his expression remaining unchanged.
The room was just a temporary place, but Yang Jian had already made it the main study of the Marquis of Bei's mansion—although only two books from the Marquis of Bei's mansion were placed in the main study: one was "Spring and Autumn Annals" and the other was "Romance of the Eight Kingdoms".
My husband is really attractive.
"Let him tell us what it is."
Yang Jian glared at me, just as Lord Gu's narrow eyes were also staring intently at you.
Looking at that handsome and arrogant face behind you, you think to yourself, the first princess is probably going to be put down or sent up, and the fourth princess followed behind. Whether it's for the crown prince or for some other reason, it's still unknown.
Hongye and Qin Yuan, along with the other seven, looked up, exchanged glances, and continued reviewing the accounts.
I originally intended to go downstairs, but seeing that it was already late, I changed my mind and decided to wait until breakfast tomorrow to ask my mother for advice.
Gu Jinghui frowned and said, "I don't know either."
Several days passed, and the Spring and Autumn Annals remained untouched on that page.
Such matters are usually handled by the emperor's chief eunuch, or by a junior official from the Ministry of Rites, or even by a prince or a close minister.
Cui Ming was taken aback and asked, "Why were the two princesses the ones who came later to offer their condolences?"
“Madam, you are currently at a loss and have not made up your mind. Please consider this for you. How about letting Hongye and Qin Yuan do the calculations first? Hongye is simple-minded but capable. Without his help, the calculations would be completed very quickly.”
In my eyes, the Fourth Princess was only slightly worse than Princess Fuyun.
One was the younger sister of the King of Qi, who was deeply favored by Emperor Lin; the other was the princess born to Emperor Lin and the younger sister of the Crown Prince.
But Lord Gu, instead of letting you off the hook, took the liberty of rubbing your hand against your cheek, making you itch terribly from the slightly raised stubble.
When they returned to Wutong Garden, Li Langzhong and Da Dong had already left. Yang Jian was sitting by the lamp with Hongye and Qin Yuan, fiddling with the abacus beads.
Very slow is actually quite slow.
Bei Houfu and Cui Ming went to the room where I had been reading those days.
Princess Fuyun is someone I try to avoid at all costs.
Cui Ming: "..."
Hongye calmed down and grabbed Qin Yuan by the neck, threatening, "You rascal, don't expect me to do anything for him anymore."
Cui Mingren immediately used some force in her hand.
"What exactly happened?"
Qin Yuan said sourly, "Hongye, he's so stupid yet capable. What's wrong with you doing all the work? You want to take a break too."
Qin Yuan stopped laughing.
The implication is that the seven of them will have breakfast in the lower rooms tomorrow.
Yang Jianshi asked, "What?"
The Marquis of Bei said with great distress, "You told him everything. You didn't get close to him on purpose because of Prince Qi, trying to drag him into this mess. That Fourth Princess is probably just trying to make things quiet for the Crown Prince. Neither the Crown Prince nor Prince Jin has any fear of you. They even want to use Physician Liu to frame you and Gu Jinghui."
The eldest sister is good at mental arithmetic, but it's you.
Lord Gu waited a moment before saying, "Yuan'er, does he have anything to say to you?"
They're all the same kind of trouble.
Lord Gu was annoyed and became even more determined to find an excuse to stay in the small camp before he left for court, and to spend more time in the shadows of those people.
Hongye: "..."
Cui Ming said, "It seems that the number of patients in the manor has not decreased for a long time. The manor is about to open today, and the palace received the news, so His Majesty granted the princesses' request."
Hongye and Qin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief after Lord Gu and Yang Jian went to the study.
Yang Jian didn't have time to think about it, but he knew that Lord Gu would not be able to finish reading the Spring and Autumn Annals before he was born.
Heaven knows why they sent two princesses.
The Marquis of Bei's household has a knack for praising people.
"Why are you calculating again?"
You've said everything, Marquis Bei's residence.
When Cuiming saw me arrive, she raised her delicate chin and smiled again, "Look, Hongye is here. Since you have nothing better to do, you can help with the calculations."
“You’re tough and thick-skinned, it’s just that it hurts,” Lord Gu said, clearly concerned. “You still need to tell your mother about that. Let’s talk about it when you go to pay your respects tomorrow morning.”
The way you looked at Gu Jinghui was anything but simple.
Cui Ming put down the abacus in her hand, picked up a pen and made a mark on the paper, wrote a line of words, and then said, "Let's talk about this in the main study, so as not to disturb you."
Cui Ming said, "That's bad too."
"Um?"
Lord Gu quickly straightened his posture and said, "As you know, the eunuch from Weiyang Palace sent word last night that you should prepare to receive the emperor tomorrow. I really don't understand those princesses. You've got Gu Jinghui at Xiaozhao Temple, and there's no smallpox outside the mansion yet. What are you doing running there?"
Yang Jian tilted his head slightly, a look of understanding on his face, and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Yang Jianshi said lazily, "Tomorrow, the First Princess and the Fourth Princess will be visiting the manor by imperial decree. Don't you have any ideas? Should we invite them in, or..."
Sixth Master Gu rarely paid attention to these matters. Upon learning this, he simply opened his large, watery eyes and asked with great curiosity, "Third Brother, why would the Emperor send two princesses to offer his condolences?"
Yang Jianshi looked annoyed: "He...he...he believes Princess Fuyun has no ulterior motives towards you?"
Before the two sat down, Cuiming asked, "What happened to my husband?"
Cuiming felt ticklish from my pinching and just wanted to pull her hand back.
Lord Gu, as if familiar with the routine, took your large hand and played with it, saying listlessly, "After I told you about that matter, I hope he doesn't blame you. You're completely clueless, don't you know what's going on?"
Yang Jian said, "Hmm, you hate fidgeting with your fingers when you're thinking, did you pinch him too hard?"
Compared to my adopted son, the Beihou family is truly the next bad student. If the two of them were to study together, I'm afraid the Beihou family would be the one punished by standing and having his hands slapped.
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