Lu Qingyan raised her eyelids and said lazily, "They say that once a daughter is married, she is like water spilled from a cup. I've only been married for one day, how could Father be so heartless as to make things difficult for me? Blood is thicker than water, and even if bones are broken, they are still connected by tendons. Sending a letter to inform us now would be too formal."
“Yes, Your Highness is right.” Sun Ping nodded and echoed her sentiments.
“There are only two daughters in the family, my sister and I. It’s inevitable that things will be busy when they get married at the same time. It’s not uncommon for the servants to take advantage of the situation when Mother was momentarily negligent. We should explain this to them as soon as possible to avoid any misunderstandings.” Lu Qingyan stroked the carved patterns on the box and walked outside. “Steward Sun, please tidy up these things first. I’m going to write a letter. By the way, has my study been furnished?”
Lu Qingyan turned her head and asked a question.
Butler Sun nodded and said, "Yes. The prince knows that the princess also loves literature and calligraphy, so he specially set up a study in the main courtyard. However, the room is not big. It is fine for practicing calligraphy and painting, but there are not many books. If the princess wants to read, she has to go to the prince's study."
Lu Qingyan nodded, her face slightly flushed, and said, "Your Highness is so thoughtful."
Steward Sun chuckled twice but didn't reply. He decided to save that for when the prince returned.
The study was indeed small, but it was fully equipped with the finest writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. Magpie diligently ground the ink beside her, and Lu Qingyan's wrist moved swiftly, producing exquisite small characters that leaped onto the paper.
Uh, this seems a little different from the original owner's handwriting.
Lu Qingyan noticed the problem immediately when she saw the characters she wrote herself. The font was the same, but the force of the brushstrokes was slightly different.
Lu Qingyan glanced at Xi Que furtively, noticing that her expression remained normal. She thought to herself, this girl has been by Fu Ziwu's side since childhood, and if she hasn't noticed anything wrong, then Fu's father probably won't either, right?
"Magpie, give the letter to Steward Sun and have him take it to Father. Remember to hand it to Father personally, don't just give it to the gatekeeper's servant and have him give it to Madam." Lu Qingyan put the letter she had written into an envelope, but did not seal it.
"Your Highness, shall I keep quiet?" Magpie looked at the envelope in her hand and carefully put it away.
Lu Qingyan shook her head: "No need, it's just some everyday family stuff, nothing secret, who would be spying?"
"Yes, I understand." Magpie carefully put the letter away and delivered it to Steward Sun.
At this moment, Steward Sun also picked out all the fake and inferior items, and was just waiting for the princess to send over the letter.
Judging from the time, Imperial Censor Fu hadn't finished his court session yet, so if he went now, he could still catch up with him at the door.
Steward Sun timed it perfectly; when they arrived in a grand procession, Imperial Censor Fu had indeed not returned yet.
The two large boxes placed in front of the Fu residence's gate were hard to miss.
Steward Sun calmly waited outside for Imperial Censor Fu to return to the mansion, but the people in the Fu household were anything but calm.
The gatekeepers have come over two or three times already, wanting to know what these people really mean. Are they here to deliver gifts? They seem more like debt collectors. The Fu family has always been honest and upright; how could they be in debt? Even members of the main family wouldn't do such a thing!
"What's going on with those people outside? Should we go and tell Madam?" Someone was undecided and prepared to go into the mansion to ask.
"Are you stupid?!" The first servant to notice what was happening outside angrily slapped him on the back of the head.
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