Chapter 38: The Princess' Letter
The memorial was written and sent in. However, there was no response. The Ministry of Rites simply sent someone to the palace, gave a few simple instructions on etiquette, and then left. Xiao Si passed the telescope in through the palace gate, but he didn't know if it reached the princess.
The entire capital seemed peaceful, with people bustling about on the streets. It was as if the plague had never come, and the Jurchens had never invaded the capital's environs. Everything seemed peaceful.
Zhao Xiaofei stayed in the Ming Dynasty for three days. Feeling that there was nothing to do, he decided to return to the modern era to see how the company was doing. As soon as he left, Xiao Si knocked on the door outside the courtyard and said, "Master! Master! Are you there?"
Li Sihong had just sent Zhao Xiaofei away, and before she went upstairs, she came to the door and said, "Young Master is in seclusion practicing, tell me if you have anything to say!"
"Madam! The letter sent from the palace said that the young master should read it personally." Xiao Si said.
"Give it to me! I'll talk to the young master." Li Sihong opened the door and took the letter.
"Yes! Madam!" Xiao Si handed the letter and went out.
Li Sihong glanced at the envelope and knew it was written by a woman. The handwriting was elegant, but lacked strength, suggesting she was young. It could only have been from the princess. The letter was unsealed, revealing its contents. Li Sihong hesitated, wondering whether to read it or not. She longed to know what kind of person her future mistress was, so she could know how to deal with her later.
Finally, curiosity made her open the letter. She sat in front of the dressing table and carefully looked at the letter.
My heart wrote: My dear Prince Consort, all is well. Kunxing was delighted to receive the gift. The moon was just as you said. There was no palace, no Chang'e, and no Jade Rabbit. Only that round, cratered mountain.
Every time Kunxing looks at the moon, he thinks of you. Is you okay? Are you hungry? Are you sleepy? Are you thinking of me too?
Whenever I miss you, Kunxing turns on his music box and listens to the music, as if he is seeing you in person. May you and I be of one mind and love, and may you always be with me every day.
After reading it, Li Sihong felt truly distressed. It was obvious the princess was falling ill with longing for him. If she married him, she would monopolize her husband every day. She put the letter away, folded it, and put it back in the envelope.
At this time, in Yonghe Palace, Kunxing and Zhaoren were looking at the distant scenery through a telescope. The highest point they could see here was Jingshan.
"Sister! I saw a squirrel jumping! It wants to eat, and a palace maid and a eunuch are feeding it!" Zhaoren said as he watched.
"Of course! You can see the moon in the sky clearly, let alone the scenery in the distance!" Kunxing said with a smile.
"Ask the prince consort to give me one too. I don't want to share one with you. Just write a letter to the prince consort and tell him about it!" Zhaoren shook her sister's hand and acted coquettishly.
"Next time the prince consort comes to the palace, I'll talk to him, okay?" Zhu Mianzhu said.
"The next time the prince consort comes to the palace, you will have to leave. I don't want to see that day, and I don't want you to leave." He was fine just now, but when he mentioned the next time the prince consort came to the palace, Zhaoren immediately hugged Kunxing and started crying.
"Okay! Okay! I'll write another letter to the prince consort tomorrow and ask him to send you a pair, okay?" Seeing her sister crying, she immediately softened her heart and quickly agreed.
"Well! Sister, actually I want to go with you. I don't want to stay here either. Sister, why don't you talk to father and let me marry you. Can we not separate?" Zhaoren said.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Mianzhu gently pushed Zhaoren away and said, "Since the founding of our dynasty, has there ever been a case of a prince consort marrying two princesses? Never mention this matter again! If anyone hears this, my mother and father will punish you!"
Zhaoren immediately shrank upon hearing the reprimand. She was terrified of Empress Zhou, who was very strict with her children. She had been disciplined quite a bit. "I won't say that again!" Zhaoren lowered her head, feeling dejected.
Zhu Mianzhu was now on guard, thinking: The next time the Prince Consort comes to the palace, I must not let Zhaoren see him again. I can give my things to my sister, but I absolutely cannot share them with my sister. Ehuang and Nvying share a husband, this is absolutely impossible! From a distance, I watched my sister playing around and saw her dirty her clothes. She also wondered if the Prince Consort would even look at Zhaoren like this. I wonder how many maids are serving in the Prince Consort's house? Are they young and beautiful? Will the Prince Consort like them?
Just as she was lost in thought, a young eunuch from the palace came over, knelt down and said, "There's a letter from the princess's husband outside the palace!"
Zhu Mianzhu took the letter and said to the eunuch, "I understand. Go away!"
After the eunuch left, Zhu Mianzhu hid the letter. It was not until Zhaoren had played too late and wanted to return to his own palace that he returned to his room and took out the letter to read.
The letter read: "Princess, I wish you well. I have received your letter and I miss you with all my heart. I am doing well, please do not worry, Princess!"
There were only a few words, but reading each one, it was as if he could see the prince consort. Pressing the play button on the speaker, Kunxing hugged the letter written by the prince consort and fell asleep happily.
Of course, the reply was written by Li Sihong. She deliberately wrote with force and made the handwriting rough so that the princess could not tell that the letter was written by a woman.
The next morning, Zhu Mianzhu woke up and saw through the curtains a little boy rummaging through her trunk. He was eating something. Several young eunuchs were waiting around, not daring to speak.
Zhu Mianzhu frowned slightly. It turned out to be her third brother, Zhu Cijiong. She stood up, and after the maid changed his clothes, she opened the curtains. Zhu Cijiong was five years old, chubby and adorable. He was a bit of a glutton, though. Whenever there was a pastry, he was the fastest to eat it. After finishing his meal, he would ask for more from others. He was born to Empress Zhou, and except for his eldest brother, Zhu Cilang, no one dared to mess with this little ancestor.
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