Chapter 28: Private Conversation at Night

Just because she turned a blind eye to the private contact between Aqiu and Buyan doesn't mean Aqiu can act unruly in front of her.

Ah Qiu felt a chill in his heart.

On the one hand, the young lady had a frosty face, and on the other hand, she did not speak for the prince's instructions.

She was caught in the middle, feeling torn.

"Miss."

Thinking of the benefits promised by the prince, the balance in her heart gradually tilted, and she mustered up her courage and said, "The prince and Miss Lu have always been friends. If I can get the prince's sincere blessing on this festive day, it will undoubtedly make up for some regrets and add a lot of color to Miss Lu's wedding."

Gu Zhen's brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes revealed a deep indifference, like the biting cold wind that suddenly came down on a winter night, making people shudder.

Make up for the regret?

Add color?

Are you sure it's not bad luck?

She saw clearly what Ah Qiu was thinking.

"Lu Mingchao has his family and me, so how can there be any regrets in the wedding?"

"Ah Qiu, when we return to Beijing, you will serve me at Qishan Court. The temple next to me is too small to keep a big Buddha like you."

She gave Qiu a chance.

Under Gu Zhen's cold gaze, A Qiu's face turned pale and he left the room in a restless state.

"Lu Mingchao, I'm sorry to make you laugh." Gu Zhen's tone was a little unnatural.

Lu Mingchao smiled and said, "What kind of joke is this?"

"Everyone has their own aspirations. I only see that Zhenzhen is a kind person with a good heart, and I just want to help others achieve their goals."

Gu Zhen's face was filled with smiles again, and he raised his eyebrows. "You are so smooth-talking. If you had done this earlier, I wouldn't have had to confront you for several years."

As he was talking, Gu Zhen began to yawn.

No matter how comfortable the carriage of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion was, it could not change the fact that the road was in a hurry.

Lu Mingchao took Gu Zhen back to his room.

Gu Zhen looked around again, and finally his eyes fell on the simple and old yellow wooden bed. He sighed softly, "Lu Mingchao, why don't you come back to Beijing with me?"

"I promise to raise you fair and tender. As long as I have something to eat, you will never go hungry."

Lu Mingchao: ...

"I think your brain is a little fuzzy, why don't you go to sleep first."

Lu Mingchao gave Gu Zhen a light push.

Gu Zhen lay on the bed, sighing in his heart.

She was not convinced that Lu Mingchao was superior to her, but she never thought that Lu Mingchao would suffer so much.

If she had known that Lu Mingchao would only have ten more years of wealth and luxury to live, she would have been more humble and accommodating. Why would she fight for everything?

The endless stream of random thoughts surged like a river, overflowing endlessly and drowning all sleepiness.

Besides, she couldn't get used to the cold house.

For a moment, Gu Zhen was frighteningly sober.

Gu Zhen was shivering as she huddled in a quilt with Lu Mingchao. Her cool little feet were secretly pressed against Lu Mingchao's calves, and she breathed a sigh of relief with contentment.

Lu Mingchao didn't pay attention to Gu Zhen's little action.

When she wakes up tomorrow, she's going to get married. It would be a lie to say she's not nervous at all.

Gu Zhen leaned close to Lu Mingchao, his voice trembling slightly, "Mingchao, let's talk."

Lu Mingchao turned his head and looked. The thin and weak moonlight in the room made Gu Zhen's face look a little hazy and difficult to see clearly.

"good."

Gu Zhen climbed up the pole and simply held Lu Mingchao's soft white hand. "Let me tell you what happened in Yongning Marquis' Mansion during this period."

In the darkness, Lu Mingchao blinked.

It just so happened that she wanted to hear about Lu Minghui.

"After entering the palace, the wife of Marquis Yongning took great pains to invite back an old nanny from the Empress's side to be Lu Minghui's foster nanny."

"Lu Minghui was not only disrespectful of the manners of a concubine, but also busy attending various families' snow-walking plum blossom-seeking parties, always treating herself as her brother's fiancée."

"It's a pity that there are very few people who can really like her."

"Those eyes are too messy and too cloudy."

Lu Mingchao narrowed his eyes and said nonchalantly, "Your brother likes it."

The book clearly states that the real daughter of the Yongning Marquis's mansion and the prince of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion overcame all odds to form a happy marriage and live hand in hand until old age.

"Perhaps Lu Minghui is your brother's destined person."

Gu Zhen pouted in disgust. "I originally thought that my brother would take this opportunity to cancel the engagement, but who would have thought that he would allow the wife of the Marquis of Yongning to exchange the engagement letter and token with my mother again and acknowledge Lu Minghui."

"My brother may have an eye disease and not know it."

"I always feel that Lu Minghui will use her own strength to disrupt the Yongning Marquis's Mansion and the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion so that they can't live in peace."

Intuition.

It was her irrational yet extremely sharp intuition.

Lu Mingchao said calmly, "What if he is just a troublemaker?"

"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty!" Gu Zhen emphasized loudly.

Lu Mingchao: I have to say that Gu Zhen’s intuition is still very accurate.

So accurate, go get your fortune told.

"As for the wife of the Marquis of Yongning, whenever she was at a banquet or watching an opera, she would always wave her handkerchief with tears in her eyes, and tell you in a sad and miserable voice that she had raised you with great difficulty for more than ten years, hoping that you could continue to be the second lady of the Marquis's mansion, but you did not remember the old friendship and only recognized the grace of giving birth to you."

"When the wife of Marquis Yongning cried, Lu Minghui followed suit, tears welling up in her eyes. It's true that people from the same family are alike."

"To be honest, she cries quite vigorously, even more melodiously than actors on stage."

"I can see the exaggerated acting skills of this mother and daughter, but who would have thought that there are so many blind people in the circle of noble ladies in Shangjing City who are so serious about praising the mother and daughter."

"You are in Changxi Village, which is far away from the capital, which is good. At least you can stay away from the outside world."

"I don't even like going out to play anymore."

Gu Zhen's voice was filled with resentment and he did not conceal his disgust.

"It's better to stay away from Lu Minghui and be more careful." Lu Mingchao instructed softly, his voice tinged with a hint of sleepiness.

Lu Minghui has no bottom line when it comes to harming others.

Gu Zhen nodded, and gradually, the room became silent.

…

Ah Qiu slept in a temporary room that had been cleaned up. He tossed and turned, sighed constantly, and frowned. Then he got up, wrapped his clothes, lit a candle, and began to write quickly.

As the lady's personal maid, she naturally has some knowledge of literature.

Now, she has caused the young lady to become suspicious and disgusted with her, so she must firmly hold on to the support of the prince.

In time, the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion will eventually belong to the Crown Prince.

Even if she couldn't stop tomorrow's wedding, she had to send the news back as soon as possible to let the prince see her attitude.

Ah Qiu wrote down the marriage and Lu Mingchao's attitude in a concise manner, then put it in an envelope. He leaned against the door frame, looked left and right to make sure that all the lights were off in the rooms, then tiptoed and knocked on the door of the two guards.

In the dead of night, even the faintest and deepest knock on the door is more audible than in the daytime.

Lu Yao, who had not fallen asleep yet, moved his ears and sat up.

The action of standing up woke up Lu Lei who was sleeping nearby.

Angry and insulting