The young lady turned around, took the flower tea from the maid, blew on it, took a small sip, and felt the heat burn her tongue. She couldn't help but grimace and cry out, "It's so hot, so hot..."
The maidservant quickly offered a handkerchief, took the teacup, and gently blew on it to cool it down for her young mistress, saying with a smile, "My princess, please be careful. Her Majesty has repeatedly warned you because she's worried something might happen to you. Don't burn yourself before you even see your husband..."
It turned out that the woman in the private room on the second floor was none other than Bechuk.
Bechuk covered his mouth and muttered, "It's all your fault for pouring the tea. How was I supposed to know it would be so hot if you didn't test the temperature first..."
The maid smiled and squinted, teasingly saying, "Could it be that the princess was so engrossed in her own world that she forgot the tea was boiling hot, and now she's blaming me..."
Bechuk blushed. Lately, for some reason, everyone had been making fun of him about this. It was always either his father or his mother, and now even a lowly maid dared to tease him. But Bechuk wasn't angry. Whenever he heard words like "imperial son-in-law" or "young master," his heart would flutter slightly.
Enraged, Bechuk stood up, intending to chase after the maid. The maid cried out and dodged all over the room. Unable to escape, she pointed downstairs and said, "Princess, look... the third-ranked scholar is downstairs. Now is the perfect time to see him..."
Bechuk stopped in his tracks, his heart pounding. He walked shyly to the window and cautiously observed the young man parading through the streets.
Surrounded by the crowd, Qin Mo stopped at the entrance of the restaurant to receive congratulations. Only then did Biechuk get a clear look at his face. Beneath his handsome features, a pair of kind eyes always smiled, and his high nose bridge made his features particularly strong. Standing at seven feet tall, although his clothes were simple, his robust physique could not be hidden, especially his broad shoulders, which gave people a sense of inexplicable security.
Bechuk became increasingly embarrassed, his eyes darting away as he recalled what Lanqin had said to him the night before he left the Yuanmingyuan.
Lanqin specifically asked the Fourth Prince for permission to allow Biechuke to personally visit the top-ranking candidates outside the Yuanmingyuan on the day the results were announced. Biechuke was shy and reluctantly protested.
Lanqin smiled and said goodbye to Chuke: "You silly girl, other princesses don't even know what their husbands look like before they get married. You're lucky that you can choose the one you like."
Bechuk lowered his head and whispered to Lanqin, "My daughter has said she won't get married, so why does Mother always want to send her away?"
Lanqin smiled and said, "How could your mother be sending you away? Your mother also hopes that you can stay by your mother's side forever, but you will eventually get married. It would be better if your mother could find a way to help you marry a good husband."
Bechuk pouted, "I'll do whatever Mother says. I don't want to go. It's too embarrassing..."
Lanqin knew Bechuk's girlish thoughts and that women in this era had a low social status and were not allowed to show their faces in public. However, Lanqin did not want her daughter's happiness to be arranged by others, after all, this was Bechuk's lifelong support. Lanqin advised, "Do you know what's most important for a man? Perhaps people will tell you that he must be successful, brave, or from a prestigious family, but these are not the most important things. Your mother hopes that the husband you find is someone you like, who also likes you, someone you can love and respect each other, someone who can protect and cherish you. You need to choose such a man yourself..."
Bechuk looked at Lanqin with a puzzled expression: "Mutual affection? Like Father and Mother?"
Lanqin nodded: "Although monogamy is not possible, true love is essential. Your mother doesn't care about the other person's background or status, but they must be virtuous and well-mannered. Only then can your mother feel at ease letting you marry..."
Thinking of this, Bechuk decided to test the character of this third-ranked scholar. After pondering for a moment, he received a whispered message from a maid in his ear...
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