Once Li Jian left the Shen family, there was no more excitement to see. Long'er threw Xiangxiang and Dani'er onto the roof and used her light-footed skills to travel back to the palace in a flash.
The girl made a bet that Li Jian would soon come over and ask her if she agreed to the marriage.
"Okay, when are you going to marry me?"
Long'er sat on the dragon throne, kicked the night clothes she had just changed out of under the table a few times, and then said with a face full of agreement.
"Tomorrow," Li Jian replied.
"What the hell? Tomorrow?"
Huo Xiaolong admired Li Jian quite a bit. You're getting married, but whether you're officially married or not, you can't just admit it today and get married and do the wedding tomorrow.
"Yes, it's tomorrow, so I beg Your Majesty to grant me an imperial decree to bestow a marriage upon me."
The girl stood up from the dragon throne, then walked down, helped the sword up, pulled it to the steps, pressed it down to sit, and then sat down next to it herself.
Long'er said earnestly to the sharp sword:
"This is a major life event and should not be taken lightly. In other words, you need to be prepared, even if both families agree to give their blessings."
Huo Panlijian understood what Long'er was talking about, but it was too late. Lord Shen was about to set off for Dongyu, and she had to keep Shen Qinghe in the capital no matter what.
She might only have this one chance in her life, so she had to seize it as soon as possible.
"I will heed His Majesty's instructions."
The sword lowered its head and then continued:
"The day after tomorrow."
"..."
Huo Xiaolong vigorously wiped his face a few times.
She now feels that she is the most normal one.
All those mental illnesses are nothing compared to the people around her; she's destined to be the empress, and the throne must be hers.
"Sword, do we really have to get married in these few days?"
The woman nodded and said:
"Yes, Your Majesty, or it will be too late. I must marry Shen Qinghe before Lord Shen sets off. This is my only chance. I love him and want to be with him for life. If he has no ill intentions towards you, we will definitely live in harmony."
The imperial edict issued by Long'er stated that they should depart immediately.
There is no specific time for this; it all depends on how much the emperor likes the person.
If the emperor doesn't like you, he means "immediately"—he'll leave as soon as possible.
If the Emperor thinks you're alright, he'll allow you two days to pack your bags.
If the emperor likes you, then you can leisurely prepare everything before setting off.
Whatever is said and whatever decision is made depends on the Emperor's will.
The girl walked back to the dragon throne, picked up a brush at the table, and wrote an imperial edict for the sword.
As she wrote, Long'er said:
"There's no time to make wedding clothes, but the palace prepared wedding clothes for the Princess before, and there are two sets left. Her figure is similar to yours, so you and Shen Qinghe can make do with them."
"Since you are currently living in the palace and have no residence in the capital, we will use the palace's astrology hall as your wedding home, since your grandfather is living there anyway."
"I've set the wedding date for the day after tomorrow. I'll have my mom prepare for you these next two days. We need to make sure the betrothal gifts are generous enough."
“Lijian, you are going to be a prime minister in the future, and I don’t want anyone to criticize you because of this.”
“I’ll pay for the betrothal gifts. You and Shen Qinghe can live in the Astrology Hall forever.”
“We grew up together. Although you always talk about being a master, I have never treated you as a servant, not even for a second.”
Long'er placed the brush on the inkstone, looked at Huo Pan's sharp sword, and then continued:
“You said you like him, so treat him well. Even if there are things you don’t like, you should verify them first. Never directly question or interrogate him.”
"Trust is the most important thing in a marriage. He is the person you chose. Whether it's bitter or sweet, you have to swallow it yourself."
Huo Xiaolong said these words because he was worried that Huo Panlijian was cold towards Shen Qinghe because of her.
The court is a treacherous place, and there are countless ways to operate from within the inner quarters.
Hearing these words, the woman below the steps couldn't help but tear up.
Her back was still so straight, just like the hawthorn tree next to the dilapidated temple when Long'er, who was still a little dumpling, met her that year.
The reddest fruit on the hawthorn tree is hers.
That's what Long'er thought back then.
The hawthorn hair tie from back then is worn out, and the hawthorn decorations on it have been taken off by the sword and tied around its waist.
From beggar to prime minister
This is the path Huo Xiaolong has given her.
"Your Majesty's teachings will be remembered by your humble servant. Long live the Emperor!"
Li Jian knelt down below and bowed deeply to Long Er.
She accepted the imperial edict with both hands and led Eunuch Wang back to the Shen residence.
After Li Jian left, Shen Qinghe went back and told his parents the news.
"Father, Scholar Huo promised me he would plead for the Shen family."
Madam Shen, standing nearby, clutched her handkerchief tightly, her hands red from the pressure. She asked:
"Lord Huo wouldn't help our family for nothing, Qinghe, you..."
"What terms did you negotiate with her?" Mr. Shen asked directly.
Shen Qinghe felt a little embarrassed at the thought and said with a blush:
“I said, if she pleads for us, I am willing to be her patron.”
"A male concubine?!"
This time it was Madam Shen's turn to be stunned, and the woman slumped straight down in her chair.
He kept punching the Minister of Personnel with his hand, muttering complaints incessantly.
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could my son have fallen to the level of a male concubine?"
"You have to be stubborn! What's wrong with the new emperor? What good will it do you to try and please her?"
Shen Qinghe stood beside his father, looking at his anxious mother and his silent father lost in self-reproach, and explained:
“Mother, the sword will not let me be a gigolo.”
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