"I have plenty of time to wait." Mulansheng looked at him.
He knew that he had real talent.
Even though the facts were already before him, he still wanted to hear Jian Yinzhi give him an answer.
Unexpectedly, Jian Yinzhi put down his hand and suddenly stared at Mu Lansheng with strange eyes: "Why is the Third Prince so obsessed with a dead person?"
"Is she really... dead?" Mu Lansheng's only hope, long awaited, was instantly shattered upon hearing this. Although he already had an answer for this outcome deep down, he still refused to accept it. He stared intently at Jian Yinzhi, trying to detect any trace of joking on his face.
Who knew that Jian Yinzhi put his hands behind his back and sighed: "If it is destined to happen, it will happen. If it is not destined to happen, don't force it. Those who are destined to be together will meet again no matter how far apart they are. If they are not destined to be together, no matter how far apart they are, they will not get married in the end. So! What does it matter whether you are dead or alive? Third Prince, you should go back!" Jian Yinzhi waved his hands.
However, after hearing his words, Mulansheng calmed down: "Since she is dead, why would Tianshi give me such nonsense?"
"Hiss! You..." Jian Yinzhi felt that Mu Lansheng was a cunning man and was not easy to deal with. He swung his sleeves and said, "This celestial scholar is spreading some truths to His Majesty, so that you won't make a wasted trip."
"No need to listen to the nonsense, goodbye!" Mulansheng bowed with both hands.
Jian Yinzhi looked at his stubborn expression and said angrily, "Go away! You stinky stone. There are so many beauties in this world, but you're staring at a... dead person. Yes! A dead person, what's the point? I heard that Haicheng will hold a goddess banquet in a few days. It will be a grand occasion with a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending. It's a pity that I'm already an old man. Otherwise, I would definitely go to this flower show to take a look..."
Mulansheng's figure had disappeared into the bamboo forest.
Jian Yinzhi's angry expression immediately turned into an unfathomable one, and he murmured to himself with a smile, "Auspicious signs of dragon and phoenix! This kid has good taste. I just wonder what kind of storm will arise in the world when this Fulian Phoenix girl appears in the world! Interesting, very interesting!"
Inside the palace.
A well-maintained middle-aged woman, wearing a gorgeous palace gown, was gracefully trimming the branches of an orchid on the table. Facing the gloomy man sitting below, she acted as if she didn't hear him: "It's so rare for me to see my mother, so why am I so dignified?"
"Mother, don't you think you've been interfering too much in your son's private affairs?" Mu Linyuan had just received the information about the flower show when he learned about everything his mother had secretly planned.
Although he had ambitions for power, he disdained the way of relying on women for marriage.
Even Mulansheng disdained such a thing, so he would never go down this path.
Meng Yuqin paused with her scissors at her son's words, accidentally slicing a petal. Looking at the shattered orchid, she set down the scissors and spoke slowly, "Do you think your mother is truly happy guarding this magnificent palace? No matter how talented you are, your mother only sees your father once a month. How many women have wasted half their lives within these palace walls? It's like walking on thin ice, so be careful. Without power, our lives are always controlled by others. You must climb up, no matter what. You may disdain marrying the daughters of low-class people, but these low-class people hold civil rights and wealth that even the royal family lacks."
"So what? No matter how wealthy they are, they can be taken back with just a word from the court." Mu Linyuan didn't understand what his mother was thinking.
Since ancient times, has there ever been a prince who would lower his status and marry the daughter of a low-class person?
But Meng Yuqin said, "The Liu family is a family of scholars. They sell calligraphy and painting at low prices, and have made friends with many talented scholars. Even the poet Yang Lao, who the royal family cannot invite, is willing to give them some face. The Yang family has extensive connections in the Western Territory. All sects listen to them, and each has their own connections. The Luo family is very prestigious in the waterway and is one of the silk masters of Tiansheng Kingdom. They are extremely wealthy. Yes, they are all low-class people, but when other princes are short-sighted and only want to marry the daughter of Prime Minister Gao, don't you offend the people even more?"
Although Meng Yuqin was a girl, she had been familiar with the Five Classics since childhood and was very intelligent.
Although Mu Linyuan expressed disdain, how could he not know the interests involved?
"I will go to the flower show, but whether I will choose a woman to bring back as Mother wishes is another matter." Mu Linyuan slowly stood up. "I am sorry to bother you today. I will take my leave."
Looking at her stubborn son, Meng Yuqin shook her head helplessly.
After a while, he looked at the orchid he had just cut, and plucked the flower with his gloved hands: "You will understand my mother's painstaking efforts."
…
At this time, in Haicheng, not far from the capital.
A team of carriages slowly drove into the city gate.
Looking at the bustling metropolis, the woman sitting in front of a carriage at the rear showed a strange look: "It's worthy of being a big city, it's different!"
The young girl was wearing a pale blue silk dress. Seventeen was the most beautiful age. The pale blue accentuated her fair skin, giving it a lustrous, jade-like luster. Her long, dark hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her profile was breathtakingly beautiful. Unfortunately, when she turned her head, a large scar at the corner of her eye marred her beauty, making her look unbearably ugly.
That’s right, this girl is Yun Miao.
After more than ten days of travel, they finally arrived in Haicheng.
"What a country bumpkin, she looks like she has never seen the world. Yet those people in Liucheng still call her a miracle doctor. I think those people are blind." A coquettish voice rang out from inside the carriage. Who else could it be but Luo Qing'er?
Because the number of carriages was limited and one couldn't bring too many things when traveling long distances to avoid being targeted by bandits, Yun Miao and her two daughters rode in one carriage.
However, Luo Qing'er naturally didn't want to be with Yun Miao. Before she even opened her mouth, Yun Miao sat alone outside and didn't want to sit next to her inside.
She was so angry and upset that she kept cursing in the carriage all the way.
Then, a gentle and soft female voice echoed from the carriage, "Sister, please don't speak of Sister Yun Miao like that. She's always by Grandma's side, entertaining her on the road and making her happy. It wouldn't be appropriate if Grandma heard you say that."
Yun Miao rolled her eyes outside the carriage. Luo Ning'er, this little green tea girl, was really using such low-level tactics.
As expected, the brainless Luo Qing'er became even more furious: "She's the only one who knows how to please Grandma. She's always putting on airs."
Yun Miao was too lazy to reply. When she got tired of listening, she cleaned her ears and chatted with the boy driving next to her.
When she was thirsty, she drank the spring water from the space, a whole pot of wolfberry flower tea. After she finished drinking it, she secretly took more water from the space. Others had no water to drink and could only wait for the next stop to rest and find a place to get water. Only she was refreshed and very free.
When I was bored, I would fiddle with the small herbs I planted in the fields in the space.
What was once a barren field is now a lush green patch.
There is a spiritual spring for irrigation, and the soil is very fertile.
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