After seeing Lianhua and Lianqin off, the marriages arranged for them naturally fell through, and Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief. However, Zhong Muyu heard that the soldiers she had chosen seemed quite disappointed.
However, none of this concerns her anymore; Zhiyu will handle these trivial matters.
Lianhua and Lianqin were just a minor incident in the Prince's mansion, and no one took it seriously except for those in Tingfeng Hall.
Yin Ruixin and her maid could not leave Tingfeng Hall, but that did not mean they would not inquire about things in the mansion. They naturally knew about this matter.
After reporting the results of the two cases to Yin Ruixin, Qiu Kui was filled with worry: "The Princess Consort is indeed not someone to be trifled with, and the Prince is deeply in love with her. It's difficult for ordinary people to interfere. Miss, what should we do? Will we be next?"
"No, we're not slaves sold under a death contract, how could we be sold? Besides, we've been locked up in Tingfeng Hall all day, doing nothing."
Yin Ruixin didn't seem to care and continued writing on the paper.
Lu Ziyuan has everything she needs. Now she eats and drinks well, and can write, paint, or embroider as she pleases. She seems content with her current situation.
Okra said anxiously, "I'm afraid it's just a matter of time. In my opinion, the princess is a very jealous person."
"What's wrong with that? It's only natural not to want to share a man with another woman, but reality forces us to bow our heads. However, the Princess Consort is indeed someone who cannot tolerate any injustice. His Highness Prince Ling is her Achilles' heel; no one else can even dream of him."
Yin Ruixin put down her pen, quite satisfied with the poem she had written.
"The prince is indeed devoted to the princess, but it can't go on like this forever, can it? What if the prince falls for someone else one day? What will happen to the princess then?"
"Who can say what will happen in the future? In short, we should just behave ourselves and wait for the right opportunity. Don't forget, we didn't come here to engage in any of those petty power struggles."
Yin Ruixin threw the poem she had written into the charcoal brazier, concealing her true thoughts.
On this day.
The weather was sunny and windless.
On a rare day of warm weather, Zhong Muyu, dressed in smart clothes, arrived at Xiuyu House.
Seeing her dressed like this, Lu Ziyuan asked, "Are you going out again?"
"Yes, I'm going to Qingshui Village to harvest my crops. Do you want to come along?"
Although it was a question, the expectant look in her eyes practically screamed "Come with me!"
This was the first time Lu Ziyuan had seen her like this, and he suddenly wanted to tease her, so he pretended to be troubled and said, "Let me think, today's official duties still include these, these..."
“Go ahead, go ahead, going to Qingshui Village is a good option. It’s rare to have time to relax, and I’d really like to show you the new crops. Aren’t you interested? The corn is so big, and the kernels are all neatly arranged in rows…”
Zhong Muyu leaned closer, pleading pitifully with her words, but her hands didn't stop; she put all the things Lu Ziyuan had just pointed to into a bag.
It turns out they had been prepared for this all along.
However, what Zhong Muyu said was indeed intriguing. He also really wanted to see the rows of corn kernels, and the white houses and red fat guys growing underground...
In the blink of an eye, the official business on the table was almost tidied up, and Zhong Muyu smiled broadly, showing her teeth.
"Alright, alright, let's go together. I've been wanting to see for myself what this thing you're talking about really is."
"Just be curious, you won't be disappointed!"
After packing their things, along with Chengfeng, Zhiyu, and Zaochun, the two drove to Qingshui Village.
A group of people descended from the sky, which kept Uncle Zheng and his wife very busy. Fortunately, they were low-key and did not attract the attention of the villagers.
While Uncle Zheng and his wife were busy cooking, Zhong Muyu took Lu Ziyuan to the large farmland that belonged to her.
Today, the farmland is covered with lush vegetation, and the leaves have turned yellow because the harvest season is a little past.
Zhong Muyu forcefully broke off an ear of corn, looked at it, and said, "It's really old. Let's keep it for next year as seed."
Lu Ziyuan asked, "Is this the corn you were talking about?"
“Good, go find a basket to break them apart, I’ll pick a few that are still tender and cook them.”
Lu Ziyuan went to get a basket, and the two of them soon harvested a full basket of corn.
Although farm work is tiring, it seems quite fun when two people are doing it together.
After harvesting the corn and other crops, the two spent almost a whole day clearing the backyard.
In the evening, Zhong Muyu made one of each kind and shared them with everyone to try.
People readily accept whole grains like corn and peanuts, but no one seems to care about the stir-fried tomatoes.
Zhong Muyu asked, "Why aren't you eating? This is delicious too!"
Chengfeng gave a complicated look: "Uh, but it doesn't look very appetizing. The prince once said that you shouldn't eat things that are too brightly colored."
"That's a mushroom, and this is a tomato. They're not poisonous. I ate one when we harvested it, and you all saw that. It was fine, wasn't it?"
Just then, Lu Ziyuan reached for his chopsticks and took the first bite.
"It's not bad, but it's a bit sour, which I don't really like."
"Indeed, because tomatoes are sour."
Zhong Muyu knew that Lu Ziyuan didn't like sour food, so she didn't force him to eat it.
It wasn't until he took the first step that the others gradually started trying it out. As it turned out, Chengfeng, who was initially the most worried, ended up eating the most.
After a satisfying meal, Lu Ziyuan went to handle his remaining official business, while Zhong Muyu went back to her bedroom to read, but soon became sleepy.
In a daze, she found herself back in a dream.
She hadn't been summoned into her dreams for a long time since the incident with the Shadow Witch.
"Red Bamboo?"
Zhong Muyu was surprised to see the figure from her dream.
"I hope I haven't bothered you. I really do have something to ask you."
Zhong Muyu said, "I won't bother you. I'm in Qingshui Village right now. If you need anything, I can come to you tomorrow. There's no need to waste this dream."
"I entered your dream because I sensed you were in Qingshui Village. There is something I need your help with in Yanshan. Remember to go there alone tomorrow."
"What's going on? Why are you being so secretive?"
"It's related to those maids you met. It's a long story, but don't worry, it's not dangerous."
The mention of those four maids left a deep impression on Zhong Muyu.
So she agreed, "That's good, but it won't be easy to sneak into the deep mountains and forests alone without anyone else knowing. Tsk, it feels like I'm doing something sneaky."
Thinking about this, Zhong Muyu felt it was very troublesome.
If Lu Ziyuan found out, he definitely wouldn't allow it, but if I don't let him know...
Chi Xuanzhu smiled and said, "Don't worry, even if there are other people, I will find a way to help you."
"That's good!"
Anyway, I'm just idling around.
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