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Seeing He Yu like this, Yang Yunqing couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy in his heart. He thought about his own upcoming wedding and feared that he would have no room for choice at all. The so-called affection between children and parents was simply too extravagant for their family.
Yang Yunqing shook his head, clearing away the chaotic thoughts, and discussed some current strategies with He Yu. Only then did they both take their leave. The Crown Prince needed to return to the palace before the gates were locked, and fortunately, the Emperor seemed to be sleeping later these days. As long as he returned before the third watch, it shouldn't be a problem. Moreover, he was the Crown Prince.
After bidding farewell to Yang Yunqing, Zhao Hezhong cautiously approached He Yu. "Your Highness, are you going to Xiao Residence or back to the manor?"
"Forget it, let's go back to the manor," He Yu waved his hand.
Thinking about how Xiao Mo Yi had made a round at Hanlin Academy, originally just to report in, but ended up being assigned a task, although those old fellows had released him early, they must have given him quite a bit of instruction. It was better for him to rest well.
On the way back to the manor, just as they reached his courtyard, He Yu noticed a faint blue figure not far away. He stopped in his tracks and squinted ahead. "Who is there?"
With a glance from Zhao Hezhong, someone immediately went up and dragged that person out. When He Yu focused his gaze, he smiled. "I thought who had the audacity to sneak around my Xuanping Prince's Mansion. It turns out to be my lady."
Cheng Yuezhu blushed and lowered her head to give a half-bow to He Yu. "I greet Your Highness. I saw that the evening colors were quite nice today, so I came out for a stroll. I didn't expect to run into Your Highness by such coincidence. If I have offended Your Highness, please forgive me."
He Yu did not respond or let Cheng Yuezhu rise; he merely scrutinized her from head to toe several times with his eyes. After squatting for too long, Cheng Yuezhu began to sway slightly, and her expression was no longer as calm and beautiful as before. Only then did He Yu scoff, "You came out just to play these tricks for whom? Do you think your master is a fool?!"
Cheng Yuezhu's face turned pale; she bit her lip, her body still swaying unsteadily.
However, her heart felt icy cold. Just now, He Yu did not refer to her as his wife but as "my lady." This clearly indicated that their relationship was merely that of master and servant, even if she was a lady.
He Yu snorted coldly. "In the future, if there's nothing important, stay indoors more often. Just because this prince is not pursuing it now doesn't mean I won't in the future!"
She waved her sleeve and left, leaving Cheng Yuezhu behind, slowly getting up with the help of a maid, her eyes filled with tears.
In fact, she was anxious. A few days ago, her father had sent word that the Emperor had already arranged a marriage for Xuanping Wang. This was something she had expected; Cheng Yuezhu had never fantasized too much about Consort Xuanping's position. After all, her father was merely a prefect, and being able to secure the position of a lady without falling to the status of a consort was already quite satisfactory for Cheng Yuezhu.
However, what shocked Cheng Yuezhu was that the princess the prince was about to marry was just the daughter of an ordinary merchant! Although this woman had an older brother who was the current Sovereign's appointed Top Scholar, his official rank was merely an Editor at the Hanlin Academy, and he had no significant background. How could a girl from such a family suddenly rise to such heights?
This naturally made Cheng Yuezhu feel uneasy. Although the prince had not touched her since she entered the manor, she believed that given time, he would inevitably come to her, as men could not withstand loneliness. However, she never expected that before the prince could favor her, he would marry a common girl as his princess during just one Southern Tour!
How could she accept this? Thus, she decided to take a gamble and find a way to win the prince's heart before this girl entered the manor. That way, both she and her family would have a support.
Cheng Yuezhu considered herself not unattractive; her looks were above average. Otherwise, how could she have been chosen by Consort Chen during the selection of talented women to be given to the prince?
That night, Cheng Yuezhu dressed herself beautifully and went out to create an encounter with the prince as she had just done. However, she never anticipated that the prince would react this way.
Could it be that the prince truly fell for that wild girl who appeared out of nowhere? Why were the Emperor and Consort Chen so indifferent? Why did they even agree to this marriage?
As her thoughts grew more tumultuous, Cheng Yuezhu became increasingly unwilling to accept it. Since any random woman could become a princess, why couldn't that woman be her? A surge of resentment welled up in her heart; she simply could not accept it.
He Yu stormed into the courtyard, reeking of perfume. "Did I not pass by? Make sure those two women in the back courtyard are kept under control! What? Can't you understand?! Why let them wander around freely?!"
Zhao Hezhong shrank back; he too had his own grievances. The consort was manageable since she was merely a woman sent in by the Eldest Prince without any title or status. But Madam Cheng was another matter entirely.
After all, she was a lady with status; her father held an official rank. Usually, they only needed to follow the prince's orders. If it really came down to managing things, they did not have that authority. Moreover, without a princess in the manor now, Madam Cheng held the highest position. Although daily affairs were still managed by the steward, it wasn't unusual for a lady to inquire about matters occasionally. In other royal manors without a princess, it was often the lady who managed everything herself.
He Yu looked at Zhao Hezhong and knew what he was thinking. He said, "I know what you all want. You're just waiting for the princess to enter the residence so that these matters can be conveniently handed over to her, right? This way, you can say you've done your part, can't you?"
"Prince... I would never dare to think that!" Zhao Hezhong's legs went weak, and he knelt in front of He Yu. "Moreover, Your Highness knows that I have always been by your side serving you! How could I possibly manage the affairs of the residence? This... Madam Cheng wants to come out and enjoy the scenery; we servants can't really keep Madam Cheng tied up!"
This tearful complaint made He Yu feel a wave of annoyance. He waved his hand and said, "Enough, enough! Don't kneel there looking so bothersome! Go, bring me some water! You come back smelling of perfume; I need to take a good bath! It's bad luck!"
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