"I will strive to manage our home well, my Prince and I!" Her eyelids slightly lowered, a faint blush rose on Yang Mengchen’s delicate features.
In the following time, the Empress Dowager shared with Yang Mengchen about the royal family and some of the important ministerial nobilities, imparting her personal experiences to educate her, from which Yang Mengchen benefited greatly.
Upon reaching the outskirts of The Capital, Long Xuanmo first discreetly escorted the Empress Dowager back to Huangjue Temple, as it was well-known to all that the Empress Dowager went to pray for blessings. Then he entered The Capital with Yang Mengchen and Yang Chenghong.
Yang Mengchen had originally planned to go to the Yang Mansion in the city with Yang Chenghong to await the summoning of the Emperor, but Long Xuanmo offered various reasons to persuade her. In the end, Yang Mengchen agreed to stay at Chen Prince Mansion, while Yang Chenghong returned to Yang Mansion and notified Yang Chengyou at the same time.
"The household servants respectfully welcome Ms. Yang!" Butler He Junyuan, who had received the news early, led some guards and servants waiting at the entrance.
It was well-known that Ms. Yang was the first and only girl the Prince had ever brought back to the mansion. Besides, despite outsiders possibly being unaware, the people of the mansion were very clear about the Prince’s pursuit of Ms. Yang. They not only had to be respectful toward this future princess but also needed to serve her immaculately.
If they were to spoil the Prince’s good fortune, it would be an unforgivable error for which they might die a thousand deaths.
Yang Mengchen smiled and lifted her hand slightly, "Dispense with the formalities." Then, in a lowered voice, she asked Long Xuanmo beside her, "I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?"
"Very good," Long Xuanmo said with an indulgent smile on his face.
Seeing the smile on the Prince’s face, He Junyuan and the guards and servants were both astonished and pleased, increasing their respect for the future princess.
The Prince Mansion was indeed vast, with ancient trees touching the sky, strange rocky outcrops, pavilions, towers, corridors that twisted and turned—everywhere were landscapes of mountains, water, forests, and stones complementing each other. Whether it was towers, small pavilions or artificial hills, all were crafted with intricate railings and jade-like stones, skillfully made and lifelike, making the entire mansion appear exquisite and elegant.
Yang Mengchen couldn’t stop admiring it, knowing that although she had been worth billions in her previous life, she had always lived in a room no more than a hundred square meters. Even the villa she bought for her mother-in-law was not as beautiful as one-tenth of Prince Mansion.
Noticing that Yang Mengchen seemed to like it, Long Xuanmo’s smile grew even thicker. This was their home, and of course, he would make sure it was well decorated.
Along the way, they encountered many well-dressed servants and guards who, upon seeing them, put down their work and stood respectfully in place. After they passed, the workers continued their duties, displaying excellent etiquette and strict discipline.
Yang Mengchen nodded inwardly, seeing that, as Sister Jin had described, there were only a few older maids in the mansion and not a single young maid. She felt secretly delighted.
"Ah Jiu, see if there is anything unsatisfactory, or if there is something you would like to add? Tell me, and I will arrange it immediately," Long Xuanmo said, leading Yang Mengchen into a courtyard called Vine Garden.
Yang Mengchen waved her hand, "I like it a lot; there’s nothing I need to add." The courtyard was decorated very quietly and elegantly; she particularly liked the blooming purple wisteria flowers in the yard.
"As long as you like it," Long Xuanmo said warmly. "I live in the neighboring Zhiyuan Pavilion; Ah Jiu can come to find me at any time."
Coquettishly shooting Long Xuanmo a look, Yang Mengchen entered the room with Sister Jin and a group of ten others.
Long Xuanmo followed them, "Rest well for a bit, and after a stick of incense, I will come and have dinner with you." Seeing Yang Mengchen nod, he then turned and left.
The dinner was sumptuous, and the cooks were quite skilled, almost all of the dishes were to Yang Mengchen’s liking, and her behavior was very elegant.
Long Xuanmo finished eating quickly but did not lay down his chopsticks; instead, he watched Yang Mengchen eat with a smile and occasionally helped her with her food and soup. freёwebnoѵel.com
After dinner, Long Xuanmo gave Yang Mengchen a few reminders and left with Mo Yun and others towards the Imperial Palace.
Yang Mengchen quickly fell asleep after a simple wash, lying on the bed. In the past few days, the travel party had rushed by day and rested in inns by night. Sometimes, when they missed housing hours, they would camp out in the open air. She was indeed a bit tired.
When Long Xuanmo returned from the Imperial Palace at midnight, he quietly avoided the night-watching Hai Tang and Bai He and entered the room. Lifting the bed curtains, he sat gently by the bed, gazing tenderly and lovingly at the peacefully sleeping Yang Mengchen, the corners of his lips curved in a gentle smile.
The next day, Yang Mengchen woke up at the same time she always did. Just after she had freshened up, Long Xuanmo entered, "Ah Jiu, good morning. Did you sleep well last night?"
In Yang Mansion, he had often heard Ah Jiu greet her family like this in the morning, so he naturally adopted the habit. However, he only greeted Ah Jiu this way.
"Good morning, my Prince. I slept very well," smiled Yang Mengchen.
Not long after, He Junyuan personally brought breakfast. After the meal, Long Xuanmo suggested taking Yang Mengchen for a walk in the streets, as the Emperor would be too occupied with state affairs to summon her until three days later. Meanwhile, the Empress Dowager said she would return to the palace tomorrow.
Yang Mengchen had no objection.
As they slowly walked the bustling, lively streets, Yang Mengchen was secretly amazed. Although The Capital was not as crowded with cars and towering buildings as Beijing from her previous life, it had an ancient charm and a unique flavor.
"Ah Jiu, just ahead is Huimin Hospital and Apricot Forest Hall," Long Xuanmo pointed to a building some ten meters away in front of them. "Beyond that is Chujing Hotel and Chujing Supermarket."
Yang Mengchen smiled. After leaving the business and hospital to Sixth Brother and Seventh Brother, she only provided some advice at the outset. She let them make all other decisions and execute them, though she clearly knew the location of each shop and hospital.
The group walked into the hospital entrance, and Yang Mengchen suddenly sensed a sharp and unfriendly gaze on her, as if from a sword. She looked in its direction following her intuition.
Not far to the left, stood a young woman around twenty years old, with picturesque features, a powdered face, cherry lips, a graceful figure, skin whiter than snow, dressed in a carmine long dress with a white fox fur coat draped over her shoulders, enhancing her entire appearance to be particularly soft and charming.
The young woman appeared startled that Yang Mengchen would look her way and quickly lowered her head, scurrying off in haste.
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