He made no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction with the two princes, which caused them to fly into a rage at the mansion. However, because Emperor Xuande doted on his nephew Fu Hanlai, the two princes were powerless to do anything about it.
If they do anything, not to mention Fu Hanlai and Jiang Xuelin, even Prince Ping will not let it go easily.
Behind the arrogance of spoiled brats always stands an unreasonable and troublesome master.
Jiang Xuelin sat in front of the dressing mirror, letting Zilu remove the complicated jewelry from her head, while she looked down at the exquisite invitation in her hand.
The characters inside were in elegant small regular script, which Jiang Xuelin recognized as a letter written by Fei Qing himself.
The text only mentions the inconveniences of being in the palace in the past, but now that he has finally established his own residence, he invites Jiang Xuelin to reminisce about their past.
Jiang Xuelin looked at Fei Qing's handwriting, read the contents, and then put the post down.
"Prince Princess?"
Zilu called out in confusion, wondering what Jiang Xuelin was thinking. Was he going to refuse, or had he agreed to the manor's request?
Regardless of which one, you have to reply to the post.
Even if someone declines, they usually reply to the post explaining that they have something to do and therefore cannot accept the invitation.
"Um."
Jiang Xuelin rested her chin on her hand, looking at herself in the bronze mirror. Fu Hanlai hadn't returned yet; he was probably making a scene with Fan Yundi.
"Put the post away, there's no need to reply."
There was really no need to reply to the post. I believe Fei Qing should know what happened since he didn't receive a reply.
Fu Hanlai learned of this the next day and immediately snorted coldly.
"I thought you would come over."
Do I look that stupid?
"No, it's just that I'm too soft-hearted." Otherwise, Fei Qing wouldn't be as carefree as he is now.
Jiang Xuelin: "..."
Forget it, she won't argue with a fool.
Anyway, she wasn't planning to keep her appointment with Fei Qing.
In fact, Fei Qing had been out of the palace for several days, but had not invited Jiang Xuelin. Fu Yunhui was getting impatient and urged her, so she had no choice but to write an invitation and have it sent to the Prince of Ping's residence.
Two days passed, and she still hadn't received a reply, making her very anxious.
She didn't know how much Jiang Xuelin actually knew, otherwise, given Jiang Xuelin's personality, she would have come to the housewarming party, and even if she didn't come, she would have come if invited.
But none of them were there.
Fu Yunhui was very dissatisfied with Fei Qing's speed.
In the backyard, the favored concubines and maids, relying on Fu Yunhui, did not take Fei Qing, the mistress who was clearly not liked by Fu Yunhui and had no children, seriously.
Therefore, when Fu Yunhui inquired again, Fei Qing gritted his teeth and sent another invitation.
However, this time they were not arranged to come to the Prince's Mansion, but instead agreed to go to Yuanshan Temple to offer incense together.
The maple forest next to the peach grove at Yuanshan Temple is now red, making it a good time to enjoy the scenery.
Fu Hanlai scoffed after receiving the invitation, unable to understand why Fei Qing would send an invitation to Jiang Xuelin. Wasn't Jiang Xuelin's attitude obvious enough?
"Are you going?" Fu Hanlai asked Jiang Xuelin, waving the invitation in his hand.
Jiang Xuelin hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.
"Go."
Fu Hanlai: "..."
“If I don’t go, another post might come out in a couple of days, and I also have some things I want to ask Qing’er.”
Besides, it's good to talk things out.
Once Fu Hanlai understood Jiang Xuelin's meaning, he knew that Jiang Xuelin really just had a few questions to ask, and it wasn't that she had suddenly softened her heart. He felt sorry for Fei Qing's situation in the Prince Cheng's mansion.
That's right. Jiang Xuelin is extremely soft-hearted towards her own people, but she's not someone who can't distinguish right from wrong. And she's not so easy to talk to outsiders.
Fu Hanlai said he also wanted to go and see what was going on.
"turn down!"
She had some things to clarify with Fei Qing; this was a matter between the two of them. What was Fu Han doing there? Was he mocking her in a sarcastic tone?
Fu Hanlai: "..."
She felt wronged but didn't say anything, and was very angry.
Fei Qing, who was anxiously waiting at the Prince Cheng's residence, received a reply and learned that Jiang Xuelin had agreed. He breathed a sigh of relief, still holding onto a sliver of hope.
...Sister Xue Lin probably doesn't know, right?
Two days later, Jiang Xuelin, accompanied by Hongluo and Luluo, rode in a carriage out of the city to offer incense.
Upon reaching the outskirts of the city, Jiang Xuelin immediately stepped out of the carriage, mounted her beloved horse led by a guard, and galloped away, her bright red rabbit fur cloak fluttering in the wind with her movements.
She didn't rush to Yuanshan Temple, but instead rode her horse around the foot of the mountain first. As a result, Fei Qing had been waiting for her for a long time when she arrived.
Seeing Jiang Xuelin, dressed in riding attire and wearing a cloak, striding towards them, Fei Qing's eyes lit up, and her smile became much more genuine. She personally poured Jiang Xuelin a glass of water, "Sister Xuelin is here? Please sit down and have a drink of water. You must be tired from your journey."
Jiang Xuelin nodded and sat down, but did not accept Fei Qing's tea. Green Ivy stepped forward and offered the tea that had been prepared in advance, and then quietly stood behind Jiang Xuelin again.
Seeing that Jiang Xuelin didn't answer, Fei Qing was stunned for a moment, then put on a smile again.
"It's been quite a while since I've seen Sister Xuelin."
"Didn't we just see the family banquet in the palace during the Mid-Autumn Festival? It was less than half a month ago."
It wasn't really that long.
“Indeed, it’s just that the timing wasn’t right, and we couldn’t have a proper chat.” Fei Qing pushed a plate of pastries in front of Jiang Xuelin. “Here, have some to fill your stomach, otherwise you’ll get hungry later. These are Yu Rong Zhai pastries that you’ve always liked.”
However, Jiang Xuelin was not someone who cared about formalities, otherwise she wouldn't have acted so outrageously.
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