He had deliberately said that he was infatuated with Rou'er. The Crown Prince was arrogant, which was why he had previously favored Yinzhi. Once he said that, the Crown Prince's interest, which had been aroused by him, would be deterred from investigating due to his disdain. Of course, this was not a sure thing. Thinking of the people he had arranged in Chuxiu Palace, Yinzhi felt slightly relieved.
However, now that the Crown Prince has made it work out, Father Emperor and Mother Emperor should also be informed.
As a result, Yinzhen caused a great disturbance in the palace. Even Qingyin, who had been in Chuxiu Palace for a few days, heard about all sorts of "famous things" that Yinzhen did to anger Emperor Kangxi.
Qingyin secretly marveled at the Ninth Prince's wild behavior. It was only because of his own son's protection that the Ninth Prince would have been kicked out long ago. However, she still had to show concern for her cousin, Guo Luoluo Minghui.
"I don't know what's wrong with my cousin lately. He keeps making the Emperor angry." Guo Luoluo Minghui worriedly propped her chin on her hand and looked in the direction of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the palace where Emperor Kangxi handled state affairs.
"You're really good at making a scene." Qingyin, who was quick to speak, covered her mouth. Looking at Guo Luoluo Minghui's curious expression, Qingyin was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't take back what she had said, so she gave a perfunctory smile.
What does this mean?
"It just means praising Ninth Prince for being brave and daring," Qingyin explained without changing her expression, suppressing her thoughts of corrupting the children.
"Oh, I see. My cousin was such a troublemaker! When we were kids, he was the only one who dared not to recite his lessons and would sneak out to play. He even got a beating from Mother and the Emperor, hahaha." Guo Luoluo Minghui smiled broadly and told another "funny" story about Yinzhen's childhood.
Qingyin raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected that just casually reciting a line would lead to her learning about the Ninth Prince's embarrassing childhood history. A slight smile appeared on her lips as she listened to Minghui's description. Having never seen the Ninth Prince of this little world, Qingyin actually imagined a cocky, arrogant little boy who was getting beaten up in her mind. She chuckled.
Her smile was like the melting of snow on a winter mountain and the first bloom of a hundred flowers. The crowd, stunned by her beauty, was immediately captivated by her stunning appearance.
Meanwhile, the palace maid/spy, who had overheard Minghui Gege recounting the prince's dark history to Qinrou Gege, was simultaneously infatuated with the future Ninth Prince's wife's beauty. She firmly believed Qinrou Gege was a likely candidate for the primary consort, and even if her status were lower, the prince wouldn't mistreat her. Such a beautiful woman—the prince was truly blessed! At the same time, the spy felt deep sympathy for Minghui Gege. How dare Minghui Gege speak ill of her master, especially the future Ninth Prince's wife, given the prince's vengeful nature? Tsk, this was truly a case of karma catching up with her; retribution was yet to come.
Having learned of Qingyin's current situation from his spies, Yinzhen looked at the copied imperial rules, all "results" of his provocation of his father, the Emperor. As a son, he deeply wounded his father's sore spot, and the "filial" Emperor Kangxi assigned his "good son" his favorite "book-copying homework."
Looking at the densely written, long, and tedious rules of the clan that he hated most, Yinzhen gripped the ink brush in his hand, his slightly upturned fox-like eyes narrowing dangerously.
"She is truly my good sister. I must prepare a 'generous' gift for Minghui."
Seeing the increasingly dangerous situation facing the prince, Li Desong couldn't help but offer a prayer for Guo Luoluo Minghui, who was far away in Chuxiu Palace, hoping for good luck for Princess Minghui.
Meanwhile, Guo Luoluo Minghui, who was being thought of at Chuxiu Palace, couldn't help but yawn. "Who's thinking about me?"
Qing Si, who was assigned by Consort Yi to protect Princess Minghui, twitched her lips slightly. During this time, the Ninth Prince contacted her. On the surface, she was Princess Minghui's person, but in reality, she was already the Ninth Prince's person.
Looking at the yawning Princess Minghui, Qingsi couldn't help but think that the princess had just told the prince about his dark history. She knew that anything about Princess Qinrou would reach the prince's ears, so the princess was probably thinking about the prince! Looking at the unlucky and unconscious Princess Minghui, Qingsi felt a deep sympathy for the princess for a second, and then continued to recall Princess Qinrou's unparalleled beauty.
The morning sunlight was warm but not scorching, shining evenly on everyone. Qingyin seemed to be the one the light favored most, standing in the light like a holy and beautiful angel. This stunning beauty attracted everyone's secret glances.
As the day of the second round of selection approached, Granny Wu, who taught etiquette, became less strict, and the young women were often left to figure out and practice the rules on their own.
Especially when facing Qingyin, Granny Wu greeted her with a big smile and warmly and respectfully told Princess Qinrou to rest if she was tired. Everyone was already used to this stark difference in treatment, and they would steal a few glances at Qingyin to relax between practice sessions.
However, today is probably a little special.
Qingyin looked at the round-faced girl who suddenly walked up to her. This girl was the same one who had been ranked ahead of her in the preliminary selection. At this moment, she walked up to Qingyin with a red face and a sullen expression. Her eyes were unfocused and her hands and feet looked a little uncoordinated.
Not far away, several young girls in cheongsams cast encouraging glances and rather faint, unusually expectant looks at her.
There were so many people gathered that Qingyin couldn't tell which girl was looking at her.
"Hello, Sister Qinrou, Princess, my name is Fucha Yuebin." The girl, who looked to be about fourteen years old, was annoyed that she had almost used the wrong title. This brief introduction seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and she still made a mistake. Her slightly round and cute little face lowered her head in shame.
"Sister Yuebin, you were ranked ahead of me in the preliminary selection, right? Is there something you need from me, sister?" Qingyin smiled, her eyes crinkling, and earnestly asked the girl who was a few centimeters shorter than her.
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