Qin Zhilan agreed respectfully and then left.
Walking aimlessly along the secluded path into the back garden, it rained a bit heavily at night and there was moisture everywhere in the garden. There were leaves and flowers blown down by the wind everywhere in the garden, and it was a mess that had not yet been cleaned up.
Qin Zhilan walked to the corridor and sat down, staring blankly into the depths of the garden. The mess left by the storm last night was just like her state of mind at this time.
Qin Zhilan felt endless unwillingness and bitterness in her heart.
She is the granddaughter of the Grand Tutor and comes from a noble family. She has been carefully cultivated by her family since she was a child. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her appearance is no worse than anyone else. Why is it so difficult to marry someone you like?
"Miss." The personal maid standing next to her said with a bit of hesitation, "Will the letter you wrote last night still be sent to Prince Zhan's Mansion?"
Qin Zhilan closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time before she seemed to have made up her mind and nodded slowly: "Send it off."
She wanted to give herself one last chance, at least... she should at least let him understand her feelings, otherwise she would never give up.
"Yes." The maid turned and left.
This letter is for Rong Cang, not Chu Yunfei.
So when Grandma Xiong stood hesitantly in front of Chu Yunfei with the letter in hand, she quickly aroused Chu Yunfei's confusion.
Raising his head, Chu Yunfei looked at her strangely: "What's wrong?"
"Miss Qin handed over a letter to His Highness the Crown Prince." Mother Xiong handed over a beautifully-looking letter, "Would the Crown Princess want to see it?"
Chu Yunfei frowned: "Did Qin Zhilan send it?"
Grandma Xiong nodded: "Yes."
Chu Yunfei didn't have much interest and said in a calm voice: "Put it down and keep it for the prince to come back and see."
"Yes." Mother Xiong put down the letter, turned around and walked out.
"A noble girl from an aristocratic family who is not yet married to Yunying has no shame at all in openly writing to His Highness the Crown Prince." Sheng Xia snorted coldly, "The granddaughter who Qin Taifu has somehow taught is nothing like a noble girl from a noble family should be. Some are reserved and self-respecting.”
Bao Chan walked in with sour plum juice. Hearing this sentence, he turned to look at Sheng Xia in confusion: "Aren't the noble daughters of aristocratic families taught by their mothers? It shouldn't have much to do with Taifu Qin."
Shengxia choked: "Who made Qin Taifu's son have no future? When outsiders mentioned Qin Zhilan, they said she was Qin Taifu's granddaughter, and it must be the Qin family's lax family tradition that led to the son having no future and the granddaughter not knowing how to be reserved. .”
Baochan felt that what she said made sense, so she walked over and placed the sour plum juice in front of Chu Yunfei, and stood aside quietly.
Summer has entered these days, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Even if it rains at night, it is still extremely hot during the day.
Chu Yunfei's belly was getting bigger day by day, and her pregnant body couldn't stand the heat anymore. She looked a little nervous. Fortunately, Baochan and Shengxia took good care of her. The ice cubes in the room were not broken, and Baochan was still there. I made iced plum juice with my own hands to relieve her from the heat.
However, for the sake of the child in her belly, Chu Yunfei would wait until the plum juice was no longer so cold before drinking it.
After taking a sip of sour plum juice, Chu Yunfei said: "Don't worry about other people's affairs, just take care of our own."
"yes."
Chu Yunfei glanced at the beautiful letter. Driven by curiosity, she really wanted to know what Qin Zhilan would write to Rong Cang, but out of respect, she decided to wait for Rong Cang to come back and read it with him.
Don't tell me this is Qin Zhilan's secret.
As a girl who has not left the court, she dares to write to other people's husbands so inappropriately, which is not worthy of respect.
At this moment, a report came from outside: "Princess, His Royal Highness is back!"
Said Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.
Chu Yunfei turned around and saw Rong Cang, dressed in black robes, stepping in from the outside. He was tall and thin, with a cold and dignified appearance. His brows and eyes were full of magnanimity, and there was an intimidating coercion flowing from his whole body. People are intimidated.
Chu Yunfei looked at him, and suddenly felt a sense of pride in her heart.
Such an excellent man is her husband.
Not only does he have good looks, the most important thing is that he is responsible, powerful, and has a noble status. He is also a rare man among thousands of men in the world who respects his wife and treats her as an equal.
"What are you looking at?" Rong Cang arrived in front of her in a blink of an eye, raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Not seeing her for one day is like three autumns."
Chu Yunfei came back to her senses and smiled coquettishly: "Who made you look so good-looking? It makes me lose my mind."
Rong Cang raised his lips: "Today, Uncle Xie impeached the Minister of Rites in court."
The maid came in with water, Bao Chan raised her hand to help Rong Cang take off his coat, and then helped Rong Cang wash his hands and face.
There was no surprise on Chu Yunfei's face. After he dried his hands, he came over and picked up a glass of sour plum juice for Rong Cang to relieve the heat: "This is the sour plum juice made by Bao Chan. It tastes good, sour and sweet, and ice cold." Cool, drink some and try it."
Rong Cang took it and took a sip: "This is what Baochan prepared for you. I'll just drink the tea."
While he was speaking, his eyes suddenly fell on the letter paper placed on the table. On it was clearly written "Your Highness the Crown Prince personally expresses his signature" in small regular script with hairpin flowers. The handwriting was beautiful and elegant.
Rong Cang's heart suddenly pounded: "What is this?"
"Qin Zhilan's letter to you."
Rong Cang's expression was subtle, and he looked at Chu Yunfei's calm-looking face: "Aren't you angry?"
"Angry?" Chu Yunfei raised his eyebrows, "Why am I angry? This is a letter she wrote to you, not you writing to her. I am not such an unreasonable person."
Rong Cang picked up the letter and was about to burn it: "There's nothing interesting to see."
"Open it and take a look." Chu Yunfei said in time, "I'm a little curious about what she wrote."
Rong Cang opened the letter with no expression on his face and handed it to Chu Yunfei. There were only two sentences on the letter:
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.
Chu Yunfei stared silently at the two lines of poetry on the letterhead, saying nothing, and her expression did not distinguish between joy and anger.
Rong Cang looked cold, turned around and opened the incense burner without saying a word, threw the letter in, and watched coldly as the flames devoured the letter.
The swaying flames reflected his handsome and cold face, making people feel a chilling air.
"Are you angry?" Chu Yunfei leaned on the soft couch and glanced at him casually.
Rong Cang was silent for a moment, then turned and walked to her: "Aren't you angry?"
"What should I have to be angry about?" Chu Yunfei raised her hand and stroked her abdomen, "I should be calm now and raise the baby. Being angry is not good for the baby. What if I give birth to a child with a bad temper in the future?"
Rong Cang looked worried: "Don't let these messy letters enter the house in the future."
Chu Yunfei smiled: "If she wants to write, let her write. I heard that she is very talented, and I can learn from it in the future."
"You don't need to learn these things. When you enter the palace in the future, you have to learn to deal with political affairs. These petty poems are not suitable for you."
Chu Yunfei raised her eyebrows: "You haven't even ascended the throne, and you've already started supporting the harem in politics?"
Rong Cang sat down next to her with the same attitude as before: "Prince Zhan's Palace is Prince Zhan's Palace for the two of us, and the East Palace is the East Palace for the two of us, and the country will be the same in the future."
