"Who does she think she is? Why is the princess so concerned? She wasn't like this before!" A'lu pouted. She and Zidai often bickered.
"A'Luo, don't be rash! Don't try to compete with others before you've achieved my goal," Xueying said, looking at herself in the bronze mirror.
A'Luo looked at Xueying in the bronze mirror and pouted, saying, "Princess wasn't always this calm and gentle! Even though you've always backed down, Fucha Mingyu still acts like I'm the mistress of this place."
Xueying gave a half-smile, then chuckled and said, "She's engaged to the Fourth Prince, so naturally she feels this place belongs to her. It's normal, isn't it? What's there to be upset about, A'Luo?"
“But the Fifth Prince also loves the Princess, he loves her so much that he would give his heart to her. He is also the son of Prince Yong, so why should this courtyard belong to her?” A’Luo quickly defended herself.
Xueying lowered her eyes and glanced at A'luo, saying, "Stop talking nonsense and comb your hair!"
When Lanqin arrived, she saw Fucha Mingyu standing at the entrance of Changchun Immortal Hall, wearing a bright yellow cotton robe and a magenta cotton cloak. Her hair was styled in two buns, and begonia flowers inlaid with gemstones and jade were inserted on the headdresses on both sides.
"Mingyu!" Lanqin exclaimed in surprise when she saw her standing there.
"Consort! Mingyu greets Consort!" Mingyu saw that Lanqin had finally arrived; she had been waiting for quite a while in the biting cold wind. When she went out, no one was up yet, but now it seemed that someone inside had gotten up.
"Did you come all this way just to wait for me?" Lanqin asked, looking at Mingyu's slightly red nose.
“Since Consort Fu is here, Mingyu should respectfully welcome her!” Fucha Mingyu said, bowing her head.
The meaning of her words couldn't be clearer: she was treating her like a future mother-in-law. Lanqin took Fucha Mingyu's hand and smiled, "It's so cold. Look how cold your hands are. Come inside with me."
The two walked in hand in hand, and saw that the water around Changchun Immortal Hall had been covered with a thin layer of ice, and the entire Immortal Hall was indeed somewhat frozen and desolate, with all sounds silence.
"Mingyu, are you getting used to living here?" Lanqin asked kindly.
“Everything is provided here, and Mingyu is quite used to it. It’s just that the weather is so cold, and the concubine has had a long journey, which makes Mingyu very uneasy,” Mingyu said.
"No need to trouble yourself. I missed Ushiha and the others. That's why I brought you these fur cloaks as soon as they were finished. Yours is white fox fur!" Lanqin thought Mingyu really did resemble Bechuk somewhat. Hongli was destined for great things, and his wife should be a dignified, elegant, and well-mannered woman.
"Mother!" After getting up, Bechuk wanted to call Mingyu to get up, but when he got there, he found that she wasn't in the room at all. After asking the people in her room, he learned that she had gone out early in the morning.
"Biechuk, your sister Mingyu came out early this morning to wait for Mother!" Lanqin said with a smile.
“Sister is always so thoughtful! Mother! Bechuk missed you!” Bechuk grabbed Lanqin’s arm and said.
"Well, are you all doing well here? You'll have to go back soon, it's almost New Year's! Mingyu, your mother and father will miss you terribly," Lanqin said.
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