"Who is this Zhao Xiangyi you speak of? Could she be the person you're looking for? Why does she share the same name as Guo Luoluo?"
Han Chinese had very strict requirements for women, and they would never easily tell their maiden names to men outside the family. Manchus, on the other hand, had no such taboos. Therefore, the Fourth Prince was not surprised to know Guo Luoluo's maiden name.
However, He Yue was so shocked by his words that her heart jumped into her throat.
She knew that the Fourth Prince and the Eighth Prince were irreconcilable enemies. Although she didn't know what their relationship was like now, if the Fourth Prince knew that Lady Guoluo might be the person he was looking for, who knew what would happen? Would he even start to suspect her?
She still needed to hold onto the Fourth Prince's lead and absolutely couldn't let him suspect her, so she quickly denied it: "What joke are you talking about, Fourth Prince? I've only known Princess Dorog for a short time. How could she possibly be the person I'm looking for? There are so many people in the world with the same name. Didn't I meet two people with similar names before?"
He Yue was inwardly flustered, but outwardly appeared sincere.
The Fourth Prince stared at her intently for a few more moments. Seeing that her eyes were innocent and she didn't seem to be lying, he stopped asking questions: "In that case, you don't need to have much contact with her in the future. If you need to find someone, I will help you."
He Yue nodded repeatedly and smiled brightly: "Then thank you very much, Fourth Master."
She was still unsure if the person was the one she was looking for, but with the Fourth Prince's help, she naturally wouldn't refuse.
Heyue did not linger any longer, and after sitting for a while, he bid farewell to the Fourth Prince.
The Fourth Prince raised his hand and touched her hair, a slight smile playing on his lips: "From now on, you are not allowed to throw tantrums at me. Come visit my residence often when you have time."
The Fourth Prince's actions conveyed a sense of intimacy, which made He Yue feel awkward, but not dislike it.
Putting aside the misunderstanding that happened a few days ago, he's still been quite good to me.
Now that the Fourth Prince has taken the initiative to show goodwill, why should I keep pressing him? That would be too ungrateful.
So Heyue nodded with a smile and left the Fourth Prince's residence.
Back at the manor, Heyue pondered the Fourth Prince's words and finally decided to follow her intuition. She summoned Hailan, wrote a note, and handed it to her, earnestly instructing her: "Find a way to personally deliver this to Princess Dorog of Prince An's manor. Remember, do not let anyone know."
Hailan blinked her confused eyes, said "Oh," "Oh" twice, and then nodded firmly: "Don't worry, Princess, I will definitely hand her over to Princess Duoluo."
Watching her turn and leave, Heyue returned to her room to rest with peace of mind.
Although Hailan is lively and not as composed as Yuying, she is simple-minded and obedient, and rarely asks or overthinks. Heyue trusts Hailan more.
Chunrui had just arrived at the manor, and Heyue still needed to test her for some time. Therefore, Heyue now mostly entrusted Hailan with the tasks that needed to be done outside.
Yu Ying came in from outside and helped He Yue lie down.
"Princess, why did Hailan go out just now?" Yu Ying asked in confusion.
He Yue yawned and waved her hand: "I'll have her go out and buy some things."
Yu Ying nodded, asked no more questions, lay down peacefully, covered herself with the blanket, and quickly fell asleep.
In the dilapidated garden, a disheveled man sat on a rock, holding a jug of wine, and gulped down several mouthfuls of it.
The garden was desolate, with many withered leaves on the ground and bare tree trunks with only a few scattered withered leaves, creating a bleak and desolate scene.
Suddenly, the disheveled man picked up a sword and swung it around, his face showing pain, resentment, and anger. He Yue vaguely felt that the face was somewhat familiar, but she could not see it clearly. Only the lone wolf-like resentment in his eyes shook her heart.
She clutched her chest, pressing down on her wildly beating heart, as if all those surging emotions had rushed into her body. She clearly felt the man's grief and despair, and couldn't help but feel sad for these emotions.
Just then, a woman came over and gently reminded him, "Sir, please stop practicing. It's time to eat."
The man ignored her and continued to draw his sword. The woman called out a few more times, and the man suddenly pointed his sword at her, roaring, "Eat? What food? I'm deprived of my freedom every day. What am I living for? I've had enough of this dark and hopeless life! Why have I ended up like this? What did I do wrong? Tell me, what did I do wrong?"
"Sir, why are you still saying these things now? Things have come to this, life still goes on." The woman patiently comforted him, her tone gentle and calm, as if she had long been accustomed to such questioning.
"Ha! Yes, what's the use of saying all this? No one will listen, no one cares." The man smiled sadly, tears welling in his eyes. "You don't understand, you don't understand. Who can understand the bitterness and grievances in my heart? They've all abandoned me, but what did I do wrong? Why are you still standing here? Why don't you leave? Leave! Leave!"
The man roared furiously, wildly brandishing his sword. The woman, terrified, dodged backward. After a moment's hesitation, she turned and hurriedly left the scene.
"Go, all of you, go. I don't need anyone. Just leave one by one." The man smiled bitterly, sat down again, tilted his head back and took another gulp of wine, then leaned back and lay on the ground, his hands outstretched, tears streaming down his face.
As He Yue watched this scene, although it was someone else's situation, she felt as if she were experiencing it herself, and her heart ached.
Suddenly, the red thread in her palm began to burn, as if on fire, making her furrow her brows.
A red thread flew out from the palm of his hand, the other end of the thread flying straight towards the man lying on the ground, landing between his eyebrows and disappearing in a flash.
He Yue watched this scene in surprise, not understanding why.
The man suddenly opened his eyes, as if seeing something, and muttered to himself in a daze, "Is this a dream? Who are you?"
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