Incurable Chapter 59 Part 2

After seeing Lin Wei off, Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu went over the wedding procedures again. After dinner, they strolled through the back garden, holding hands. They had only walked a short while when Liu Qianxiu received a call.

The call was from Grandma Mei. He listened, squeezing Mu Wan’s fingers slightly in response. After hanging up, Liu Qianxiu said to Mu Wan, “Grandma wants me to take you there now.”

On the wedding day, Mu Wan was to depart from the Mei residence.

Their stroll was only halfway through, and the sky hadn’t even fully darkened yet. Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu, pressed her lips together, and said, “Alright.”

When Liu Qianxiu dropped Mu Wan off at the Mei residence, it was already eight o’clock. The car stopped on the parking lot lawn. Both stayed inside, with no intention of leaving.

The October night carried a damp chill. A night breeze blew in through the window, making Mu Wan squint slightly.

The Mei residence was already decorated for the wedding. Deep red traditional Chinese accents made the mansion look festive and solemn. Everything was arranged for the two of them. Inside, lights flickered warmly, and everyone was joyful.

But the two people it was meant for hadn’t joined in that happiness. They sat in the car, its interior softly lit and quiet. Only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

Mu Wan leaned back in her seat. In this quiet moment, her heart grew lighter and at ease, as if a weight had been lifted.

She turned her head, wanting to look at Liu Qianxiu. Liu Qianxiu was also looking at her. Their gazes met, and a moment of silence fell.

Shadows fell across Liu Qianxiu’s face, making his features look sharper. He watched her quietly, his lips pressed in a small frown.

The quiet parking lot held only the occasional chirping of insects in the grass. Mu Wan broke the silence, tilting her head as she asked Liu Qianxiu, “How many days of wedding leave do you have?”

She wore a coat, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She tilted her head, her eyes bright as she looked at him. Liu Qianxiu felt a flutter in his heart, and the darkness in his eyes softened.

“Half a month. Where do you want to go?”

Hearing his question, she smiled. Her lips curved upward, the corners of her eyes crinkling. She sat down in the passenger seat.

“How did you know I wanted to go out?” she asked.

After asking, she lowered her gaze and smiled to herself, filled with happiness.

“Well, you do know everything I want to do.”

Her face radiated a bright smile as she rose to leave. Her fingers touched the door handle. She opened it and said, “Let me think about it. I’ll tell you when I decide.”

Mu Wan finished speaking and opened the door to get out. The man pulled her hand back just as she was about to leave the seat. The force wasn’t strong, but enough to make her sit back down. She turned to look at him. Liu Qianxiu stared at her, his eyes holding an emotion she couldn’t fathom.

Liu Qianxiu gazed at her brows and eyes, calling her name.

“Wan Wan.” His voice was low and slightly hoarse. “When we meet again tomorrow, you’ll be my bride.”

His words drifted on the night breeze, reaching her ears. Mu Wan looked at him, her heart like a barren grassland swept by spring winds, suddenly bursting with vitality.

Mu Wan’s eyes shimmered as she smiled, her gaze radiant. She reached back to grasp his hand, leaned forward, and kissed the corner of his lips. The warmth of their breath mingled. Her eyes met his, her voice soft and tender, thick with longing.

“Then come early to take your little bride home~.”

No sooner had the words left her lips than he swept her into his arms. She heard his heartbeat, and she heard his final word: “Yes.”

The Mei residence had already prepared a decorated room for her wedding. It was filled with her belongings, as if she had lived there since childhood. There were formal gowns, wedding dresses, and various red accents for the ceremony. Even the wallpaper had been replaced.

After Liu Qianxiu dropped her off, he stayed and sat with her for a while before leaving. Now the room felt empty, with only her inside. Mu Wan sat, gazing at the furnishings. Her calm heart grew tense under the solemnity of marriage.

Incense burned in the room. Mu Wan took deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. When that failed, she decided to take a bath first, hoping to force herself to sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, a knock sounded at the door. Mu Wan looked up and recognized Old Lady Mei’s voice.

“Wan Wan, are you asleep?”

The old lady spoke softly, as if afraid of waking her. Glancing at the clock, it was already ten o’clock, and the old lady was still awake. She hurried up and rushed to open the door.

Grandma Mei stood outside, looking at her with affection. Mu Wan rubbed her hair and called out, “Grandma.”

“Couldn’t sleep, could you?” Granny Mei smiled warmly, gently stroking her cheek.

Mu Wan smiled back, wrapping her arms around Granny Mei’s waist. She helped her into her room, chatting as they walked, “You know everything, Granny.”

“Of course I know. I was married once, too.” Grandma Mei followed her inside, closing the door behind them. Mu Wan went to her bedside, while Grandma Mei sat on the fabric sofa beside it. The light softly illuminated her silver-streaked hair, making her look like a kind grandmother from a fairy tale.

Grandma Mei’s presence settled the unease in her heart. Mu Wan smiled, her spirit calming.

“Lie down. I’ll stay with you. I’ll leave only after you’ve fallen asleep.” As she spoke, she lifted the edge of the quilt and patted the bed gently.

“It’s too late.” Her affection touched Muwan, but she feared the strain on her frail body. Just as she was about to refuse, Old Lady Mei gazed at her and spoke.

“Before Qianxiu’s mother married, I was the one who stayed with her until she fell asleep.”

The words stuck in her throat. Mu Wan gazed at the older woman’s white hair, her heart stirring. She slipped off her shoes, climbed into bed, and lay down. Once settled, she took the old lady’s hand. The hand remained warm and smooth. Mu Wan rested her face against it, gently rubbing it as if to soothe her.

Old Mrs. Mei was visibly moved. She looked at Mu Wan and asked, “Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes,” Mu Wan answered honestly. “I’m also a little excited and nervous.”

“Qianxiu’s mother was the same before her wedding.” Liu Qianxiu’s mother had been her only daughter. She had sent her off to a grand wedding, yet who could have foreseen the outcome she ultimately faced?

The older woman showed little outward emotion, yet her eyes held a sea of complexity. She lowered her gaze, her fingers gently brushing Mu Wan’s hair as she said, “Wan Wan, your grandmother hopes you find happiness.”

Mu Wan thought of her mother. If she had passed away before her, would she have looked on like this now?

“Grandmother,” Mu Wan called softly.

“Hmm?” Grandma Mei’s voice carried a slight upward inflection.

“We will love each other, remain faithful, and live happily together for the rest of our lives,” Mu Wan declared solemnly. “I swear it.”

Grandma Mei gazed at her, a smile gradually blossoming across her face. She gently stroked her cheek and murmured, “I believe you. Now sleep.”

Mu Wan held her hand and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Mu Wan slept soundly through the night. She didn’t wake up in the morning; Mei’s mother roused her. Seeing her dazed as she sat up in bed, Mei’s mother smiled. “Wan Wan, do you know today is your wedding day?”

Mu Wan snapped back to awareness, glanced around, and called out, “Auntie.”

Aunt Mei smiled in response as the makeup team and wedding staff flooded in from outside. She rose from the bed, surrounded by people who helped her with her makeup and changed her clothes. After her makeup was complete, Mu Wan gazed at her reflection in the mirror before the red veil was finally placed over her head.

Once she was fully dressed and adorned, the relatives and friends had all arrived. Lin Wei gazed at her, her eyes reddening as she continued to praise her beauty. Amidst the surrounding clamor, all Mu Wan saw was the vast expanse of crimson from her veil. She straightened her posture, her heartbeat steady and even. Her consciousness felt slightly adrift, momentarily unable to distinguish whether the present scenario was a dream or reality.

Mu Wan felt as if a pair of hands had seized her heart. She instinctively clasped those hands in return.

His touch was cool and dry. His fingers were long and slender, as always, drawing Mu Wan’s hands together and enveloping them—as if cradling her entire being within his palms.

The world around them fell silent as his hands guided her to her feet. Through the veil, Mu Wan saw his deep crimson robe and caught the faint scent of sandalwood on his skin. His hand slipped beneath the veil, brushing her cheek. Her heart leapt as she heard his voice.

“I’ve come to take you.”

“My little bride.”

Mu Wan’s heart dropped heavily. Her “dream” had ended.

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The two spent the afternoon idly, reeling in just three or five fish by the time they hauled in their nets. The smaller ones were released, while the larger ones were brought back to the Taoist temple. For dinner, Liu Qianxiu prepared fish soup.

In the days that followed, Mu Wan experienced what it was like to live freely, like a drifting cloud or a wild crane. Liu Qianxiu took her hiking through the mountains and forests, where they looked out over distant valleys and rivers and admired the bamboo groves and pine trees up close. When he meditated, she read quietly in her room. In the mornings, she brought a cushion and sat beside him as he practiced. On rainy autumn days, she stood nearby, holding an umbrella for him.

The view before the cliff was the most expansive, revealing mist-shrouded mountain ranges and the faint river winding through the gorge. The air was filled with the chirping of insects and pure, refreshing birdsong.

Time seemed to slow. The red sun rose over the horizon, coloring the dawn sky. As the mist faded, the morning sunlight felt cool.

During her days at the Taoist temple, Mu Wan felt her mind grow calm and clear, as if it had been washed clean. Sometimes she almost believed she had gone back in time and forgotten the world outside.

She started to see why Liu Qianxiu followed the path of Taoist cultivation. It wasn’t for immortality or enlightenment, but to stay away from the pull of fame and fortune. He wanted to keep his integrity, calm, and purity in a busy world. That was what his path truly meant.

Five or six days before the wedding, Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu descended the mountain with Xuan Qingzi and Qing Chan. As the car entered the highway, the dense human presence and the aura of the mundane world enveloped them, and everything came alive.

Life at Qingyuan Temple was not dull, and the world outside was not always ordinary either. How one saw the world depended on one’s own perspective.

Grandma Mei had always held Master Xuan Qingzi in high regard. After descending the mountain, Liu Qianxiu and his group first visited the Mei residence. Xuan Qingzi exchanged greetings and then headed back to the Liu residence because he didn’t like big crowds.

The Mei residence buzzed with cheerful activity. Even before entering, Mu Wan could sense the warmth of its inhabitants. Having not seen Grandma Mei for several days, Mu Wan missed her dearly. The living room radiated warmth. As soon as Xuan Qingzi entered, he exchanged greetings with Old Lady Mei. She nodded and made small talk with him, while Mu Wan was pulled over to sit beside her.

Old Lady Mei and Xuan Qingzi chatted casually. In this environment, Qing Chan became well-behaved. Mu Wan had him sit beside her, while Mei Yaozhi played with him nearby.

Liu Qianxiu hadn’t changed out of his Taoist robe. Mei Yaozhi glanced at him and asked Mu Wan, “You sure picked a clever spot for your pre-wedding trip. Aren’t you worried Qianxiu might not come back after visiting the Taoist temple?”

Liu Qianxiu looked up at him. Mu Wan replied, “Then I won’t come back either. Husband and wife should follow each other’s lead, right?”

Everyone laughed. Mei Yaozhi smiled brightly and said, “He hasn’t even changed out of his Taoist robe. I thought you’d dragged him back here by force.”

Mentioning the robe, Mei Yaozhi turned to Liu Qianxiu and said, “Your wedding attire has already arrived. When we head back later, bring it along to try on. If it doesn’t fit, we’ll need alterations.”

There were three sets of wedding attire in total, including one for Mu Wan. Hers was more intricate and had been finalized earlier. Liu Qianxiu’s had been completed and delivered to the Mei residence, but he only found time to try it on today.

After spending some time at the Mei residence, Liu Qianxiu and the others returned to the Liu mansion. After dinner, Xuan Qingzi and Qing Chan were shown to their quarters. Qing Chan, with his childlike spirit, wanted to play as soon as they reached the bottom of the mountain. He had planned to follow Mu Wan to the back garden to see the pond full of koi, but Xuan Qingzi called him back, and they returned for evening practice.

With the master present, Liu Qianxiu joined them for evening practice as well. Mu Wan, exhausted from a day of errands, returned to her room, took a bath, and went to sleep. When she awoke, the sky was already pitch black.

She hadn’t drawn the curtains before sleeping. The inky night sky was adorned with a crescent moon, its pure, cool light spilling across the windowsill. Mu Wan turned around. The wardrobe door was slightly ajar, a warm glow spilling out.

She rose from the bed and walked toward the closet. Before she could open the door, she heard rustling sounds inside. She pulled the door open and stepped in. Under the light, Liu Qianxiu stood there, holding a long robe in black and crimson.

He still wore his blue Taoist robe, accentuating his tall, slender figure. His features softened in the light. He set the robe aside, came over, and gently touched her cheek.

“Did I wake you?”

“No.” Mu Wan rested her forehead against his chest. It wasn’t that she hadn’t woken up; she just wanted to be affectionate the moment she saw him. After leaning against him for a moment, she lifted her face and looked behind him. “Haven’t you started trying them on yet?”

Liu Qianxiu was trying on wedding attire here. He had three sets in total. Their wedding was Chinese-style, with robes meant to match her bright red bridal gown. The other two sets were Western-style suits.

Before he could answer, Mu Wan straightened up and reached to tug at his waistband.

She moved with just the right touch, not too strong or too soft. Liu Qianxiu leaned forward a little, and their bodies met. Liu Qianxiu glanced down at her, his eyes shifting. She looked up at him with a small, playful smile and spoke teasingly.

“Let me help you change.”

He stood upright as she undid his collar, her head slightly bowed in earnest study. Fine strands of hair framed his temples, concealing her delicate, pink ears and earlobes, which gradually flushed crimson.

Mu Wan wasn’t sure how to undo his Taoist robe and thought loosening the sash would do the trick. Her hands moved around his waist, feeling the shape of his body through the thin fabric. At last, she hugged him tightly, her fingers pressing into his lower back as she leaned into him. She smiled brightly, her voice gentle and sweet.

“How do I undo it?”

She pressed gently against his chest, moving with a quiet grace. Her fingers traced his waist as she tilted her head back, her smile bright and a little playful.

Being alone together in the quiet room made the air feel charged with emotion.

He looked down at her, his dark eyes calm but full of hidden feeling. Though his emotions ran deep, he appeared steady and quiet.

He captured her restless hand. Her frame was small and delicate, her slender fingers clenched into a fist, completely covered by his palm. Fresh from sleep, her body radiated warmth, still carrying the scent of sandalwood from the bed.

Liu Qianxiu gently released her arms wrapped around him. Mu Wan’s hands fell empty, and her body rose. She nestled against his chest, and he leaned down to kiss her, his voice low and husky.

“Come to bed. I’ll teach you.”

Mu Wan felt warmth in her chest, and a smile grew on her lips. Resting in his arms, she was gentle but playful. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and softly bit his jaw.

He moved and gently laid her down on the bed. Moonlight shone on the sheets, lighting up his pale features. Mu Wan was caught up in his beauty and in the moment.

Before the wedding, Mu Wan had plenty of free time. Other than practicing the ceremony with Liu Qianxiu, she had little to do. Still, she was never bored. Being with him made her truly happy. The wedding itself felt like just a formality, since they already had their marriage certificate.

The day before the wedding, Lin Wei invited her over. They sat on the second floor of the attic, sipping plum tea while gazing at the scenery outside. The Liu residence was designed like a garden, with lush greenery outside the windows, flowers vying for attention, and a pond filled with koi.

Xuan Qingzi eventually called Qing Chan away from the fish he had been playing with. The two Taoist priests, one tall and one short, further enhanced the residence’s antique ambiance.

Lin Wei sat next to her, quietly admiring the attic’s design and decor. As an interior designer, she was used to studying every space she entered.

“This classical style really needs real antiques to feel grand,” Lin Wei said. As a high-end interior designer, she usually worked with wealthy or influential clients, but most of their decor was affordable modern replicas. Real antiques were hard to find and valuable.

“Why don’t you take a break?” Mu Wan withdrew her gaze from the window and poured Lin Wei a cup of plum tea with a smile.

Lin Wei hummed in response, turning her gaze toward Mu Wan.

“You’re getting married tomorrow? How does it feel?” Lin Wei asked.

Taking a sip of the plum tea, its tartness made Mu Wan’s brow furrow slightly. She picked out a piece of sugar, dropped it in, and held the teacup. “Nothing special.”

“You sure are cool about it,” Lin Wei teased.

Both women were pregnant and at about the same stage, their faces healthy and full. Pregnancy brought cravings, and Lin Wei, who usually avoided sour foods, had eaten dried fruits and plum tea that day—things she normally couldn’t handle.

Mu Wan smiled and countered, “What about you? How did your parents and Lu Feng’s parents get along when they met?”

“Them?” Lin Wei’s eyebrows shot up at the mention of the parents’ meeting. “They hit it off instantly. Both businesspeople share temperaments that mesh perfectly. Lu Feng is the only child, and his parents are eager for him to marry as soon as possible.

After taking a sip of her plum tea, Lin Wei added, “By the way, where are you planning to go for your honeymoon? Give me some ideas.”

The mention of honeymoons drew Mu Wan’s gaze away from the koi outside the window. She hadn’t really thought about it. Though she had more free time lately, she still didn’t know what to do with herself day after day.

After they got married, they could go out and enjoy themselves. Mu Wan still had some freedom while pregnant, but once the baby was born, she would have to care for the child and herself. She knew she wouldn’t be able to leave so easily then.

“I’ll ask Liu Qianxiu about it later,” Mu Wan said.

“Don’t you have anywhere you’d like to go?” Lin Wei asked.

Mu Wan shook her head. Resting her chin on her hand as she gazed out the window, she replied, “Anywhere is fine, as long as I’m with Liu Qianxiu.”

Lin Wei: “......”

She was about to get married herself, but still had to listen to Mu Wan’s sweet words.

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Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 620

~ I’M ENTRUSTING JUN YUE TO YOU ~

Seeing the solemn expression on Yue Wang’s face, Yu Wang couldn’t help but venture a bold guess: “These two shops have expanded their operations tremendously. They must be raking in at least several hundred... or even a million taels of silver each year?”

He wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about embroidered clothing. He was only aware that tea brought substantial profits. However, Bu Xian Lou strictly limited the number of guests it accepted, thereby significantly reducing earnings. Add to that Mu Yunyao’s frequent charity events—distributing rice porridge, donating funds to the Orphanage Bureau, and the previous disaster relief expenditures in Linjiang City—and it was possible that, in the end, there wouldn’t be much profit left at all.

Yue Wang shook his head heavily. “Second Imperial Brother, Yunyao nets over ten million taels annually.”

Yu Wang’s eyes widened in shock, nearly losing his composure. “Fourth Imperial Brother, you must be joking?” Over ten million taels? That was over ten million taels! A third of the entire Dali Dynasty’s annual tax revenue! Could embroidery and tea really be that profitable?

“I hadn’t realised it before either. But recently, while helping Yunyao organise the accounts, I discovered how narrow my perspective had been. Though Ni Yun Fang appears to deal only in embroidery, and its garments are primarily sold to noble ladies and young misses, it secretly operates in raw silk, textiles, cloth, embroidery thread... The scope is vast. As for Bu Xian Lou, hosting guests is only a fraction of its income. The bulk comes from the tea gardens and tea trade. With Bu Xian Lou’s golden reputation, it commands a share from most tea gardens in Jiangnan. And because these two businesses have expanded so widely, they’ve even branched into river transport, shipping, and land transportation...”

Yu Wang felt he needed to collect himself: “Fourth Imperial Brother, stop. If you keep talking, I’ll be tempted to seize Ni Yun Fang and Bu Xian Lou for myself.”

Yue Wang sighed: “Second Imperial Brother, do you think I have the backbone for that?”

Yu Wang sighed and spat, hesitating before saying, “Fourth Imperial Brother, a true man knows when to yield. Besides, Yao’er making money is a good thing. When your Second Imperial Brother here grows poor, I might need to borrow some from you.”

As they spoke, Yu Heng entered to report, “Your Royal Highness, Miss Mu has arrived.”

“Quickly, usher Yunyao in.”

Mu Yunyao entered and curtsied. Noticing Yu Wang staring at her with an odd expression, she turned to Yu Wange in confusion.

Yue Wang cleared his throat uncomfortably, signalling Yu Wang to restrain himself.

Yu Wang tried to avert his gaze, but now, looking at Mu Yunyao, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she radiated a dazzling, golden light: “My sister-in-law...”

Mu Yunyao paused, then a faint smile graced her eyes. “What’s wrong, Second Imperial Brother?” She felt shy in front of Yue Wang, but never let her composure falter before outsiders. Besides, she and Yue Wang were about to marry—calling him Second Imperial Brother was perfectly appropriate.

Yu Wang hastily responded: “Ah, Fourth Imperial Brother and I were just discussing you. You see, he’s rather taciturn by nature, seldom speaking. It’s thanks to your keen insight that you recognised his uniqueness. Don’t be afraid of his cold demeanour. Should he ever dare mistreat you, I, as your Second Imperial Brother, will certainly stand up for you and uphold justice.”

After speaking, Yu Wang shot Yue Wang a look of deep regret. He had always thought being Emperor was all glory, but now he realised how difficult it was to run a household. And ruling a great house is even harder. The biggest problem is the lack of silver. In recent years, the Dali Dynasty has mostly enjoyed favourable weather and bountiful harvests, yet the imperial treasury remains far from abundant. There are too many demands on the funds. In the future, I will need Yunyao’s continued support. That is why I must sacrifice my Fourth Imperial Brother.

Mu Yunyao’s smile was unmistakable. “Please rest assured, Second Imperial Brother. I will treat His Royal Highness Yue Wang with the utmost care.”

Yu Wang nodded repeatedly. “Good, good. I must take my leave now—the Northern Frontier envoys require my attention.”

“Understood.”

After Yu Wang departed, Mu Yunyao turned to Yue Wang with a smile. “What did Fourth Imperial Brother discuss with His Royal Highness Yu Wang?”

“Second Imperial Brother spoke of how a true man should stand tall and upright, and of restoring the authority of the husband...”

Mu Yunyao studied Yue Wang, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on her lips. “Reinforce the husband’s authority?”

Yue Wang nodded. “Yes, that’s what Second Imperial Brother said. But I don’t think it’s right. From now on, within the prince’s residence, Yao’er, you make the decisions. Everything will be as you wish.”

Mu Yunyao couldn’t help but laugh aloud: “As a wife, I naturally should regard my husband as heaven. The household still belongs to my lord.”

Yue Wang reached out to pull Mu Yunyao closer: “Then come here, my dear, and let your husband kiss you, kiss you.”

Mu Yunyao cupped his cheeks with both hands and pinched them playfully: “Your Royal Highness is becoming more and more shameless.”

Yue Wang held her close and kissed her cheek. “Yao’er, I’ve shared some matters concerning Ni Yun Fang and Bu Xian Lou with my Second Imperial Brother.”

Mu Yunyao nodded. “Yes, His Royal Highness Yu Wang will certainly investigate these matters in the future. Rather than letting him uncover them and breed suspicion, it’s better to be open from the start. That way, it appears straightforward and natural.”

Even the closest relationships require careful nurturing. Take the Emperor and Grand Princess Yi De, for instance. Without years of mutual concessions and understanding, even the deepest familial bonds would have worn thin.

“Right. Now that Second Imperial Brother is busy with the Northern Frontier envoys, they’ll likely be bogged down in formalities for a while. Have the Shadow Guards investigate the backgrounds of those envoys. Second Imperial Brother suspects their identities may be suspect.”

“Understood. I’ll dispatch the Shadow Guard. By the way, any news from the Third Prince?”

“He’s secretly reaching out to court officials, but few are willing to support him. For reasons unknown, he hasn’t yet spread word of his recovered eyesight.”

Mu Yunyao’s eyes flickered. “He might be plotting something significant.”

“Any word from Qi Ming?”

“Yes, news finally arrived yesterday. Fourth Imperial Brother’s earlier guess was correct—the Li family did suspect him. However, the situation isn’t as dire as we anticipated. The Li family hasn’t uncovered the connection between Yi Bao Xuan and us, but they find his sudden allegiance suspicious. Unable to verify it, they’ve decided to sacrifice him as a scapegoat—shifting the blame for the iron trafficking charges onto Yi Bao Xuan. The question is, who will they ultimately pin it on? They might even throw Yi Bao Xuan under the bus, too.”

Yue Wang’s mind stirred: “Weren’t you just thinking about rescuing Qi Ming? Isn’t this opportunity perfect?”

Mu Yunyao lifted her eyes, her lips curving slightly: “Are you planning to use the Third Prince, Your Royal Highness?”

“He’s the best excuse. We already used him once when planting Qi Ming; one more time won’t hurt.”

“Very well. The waters are already murky enough; one more incident won’t make a difference. Dragging the Third Prince into this is perfect. I’ll have Liu Liang send a secret message shortly. Your Majesty should still avoid court attendance these days. Since you’ve decided to stay out of it, stay out completely. Just focus on attending to His Majesty.”

“Understood.”

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Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 619

~ STAND FIRM AND UPRIGHT, UPHOLD HUSBAND’S AUTHORITY ~

Upon arriving in the Capital, the envoys from the Northern Frontier were lodged at the postal station, where officials were responsible for their care. The reception proved far less attentive than anticipated, prompting the envoys to vent their frustrations incessantly. Their constant clamour to see Yu Wang left the station clerks utterly exasperated, forcing them to seek the prince’s intervention.

Upon hearing this, Yu Wang let out a cold chuckle inwardly, though his face remained composed with a smile. “Very well,” he said. “It is indeed time for me to meet the envoys from the Northern Frontier.”

The Northern Frontier had dispatched sixteen envoys on this mission. In addition tos the chief envoy, Tu Jie, who oversaw all diplomatic affairs, there were six deputy envoys and nine other accompanying personnel.

Upon arriving at the guesthouse, Yu Wang surveyed the Northern Frontier delegation seated in the main hall and frowned. “So many people? Where is Envoy Tu Jie?” With such a large group gathered without any clear hierarchy, did they truly believe he would receive just anyone?

The guesthouse official hurried forward. “Your Royal Highness, the one seated in the centre is the chief envoy, Lord Tu Jie.”

Yu Wang’s expression shifted to one of sudden understanding as he smiled and stepped into the hall. “So this is Envoy Tu Jie. It’s a pleasure to meet you finally.”

Tu Jie rose to his feet, his expression cold. “Your Royal Highness, we of the Northern Frontier have come with sincerity to seek an audience with Your Majesty, the Emperor. Why have we not been granted an audience at the Palace, but instead kept lodging at the guesthouse?”

Yu Wang shot Tu Jie a puzzled look: “Your words are strange, Lord Tu. I meant well, thinking you needed a few days to rest. How dare you turn the tables on me?”

“The men of our Northern Frontier are strong and resilient. When marching and fighting, we can battle for seven days and nights without sleep and still slaughter our enemies until the rivers run red. Now we’ve merely travelled a bit—we need no rest at all.”

As Tu Jie finished speaking, stifled laughter rippled through the crowd: “Heh. I hear the scholars of the Dali Dynasty claim to be weak and powerless, and they’re not ashamed of it, but rather quite proud of it....”

“Quite right. Those men wouldn’t last a single blow from my fist...”

Though the murmurs were hushed, Yu Wang heard every word clearly.

Tu Jie’s lips curled in a smug smile. “Your Royal Highness, I hope you’ll arrange for us to present ourselves before His Majesty at the Palace as soon as possible.”

Yu Wang nodded. “Very well. Since the envoys wish to proceed without rest, preparations may begin.”

“Preparations? What more is needed? Our gifts are already prepared. We’re ready to enter the Palace at any moment.”

The smile vanished from Yu Wang’s lips, his gaze sharpening. “Our Dali Dynasty is a land of etiquette. Although I know that the people of the Northern Frontier are fierce and unconventional, the rules must still be followed! My father, the Emperor, is the sovereign of the Dali Dynasty and the most honourable person in the world. Not only must you first learn the protocols for meeting the Emperor, but you must also bathe, purify yourselves, and change your garments. Otherwise, you may well be charged with theoffencee of improper conduct before the throne.”

Someone protested indignantly: “We are envoys from the Northern Frontier. Why must we abide by the Dali Dynasty’s customs?”

“An excellent question,” Yu Wang remarked, a faint smile playing on his lips as a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. “If you wish to avoid meeting the monarch of the Dali Dynasty and never set foot on our lands, then do as you please—no one will interfere. Otherwise, you shall conduct yourselves according to our court’s protocols!”

Tu Jie’s face darkened with anger, about to retort, when a soft cough cut him off. His expression shifted slightly. Gritting his teeth to suppress his rage, he conceded, “Then please have Your Royal Highness make the necessary arrangements promptly.”

“Very well. Tomorrow, officials from the Ministry of Rites will come. You need only follow their instructions.”

Returning to the Palace, Yu Wang sought out Yue Wang immediately, his expression brimming with amusement.

Yue Wang was scribbling on paper, calculating his assets to determine the appropriate dowry that would demonstrate his respect for Mu Yunyao.

“Fourth Imperial Brother, what do you think of sending Tian Shouzheng from the Ministry of Rites?”

“Minister Tian is getting on in years. Aren’t you afraid you’ll wear him out?” Tian Shouzheng placed the utmost importance on etiquette and protocol to the point of being rigid and pedantic.

Years ago, when his daughter was in her prime and already betrothed, their carriage broke down during an outing as she fell and injured herself, a passing farmer came to her aid. He accidentally touched her arm. Tian Shouzheng immediately deemed his daughter’s virtue compromised, unilaterally annulling the engagement and insisting she marry the farmer who had rescued her.

The farmer already had a wife and children and knew he was unworthy of Miss Tian. Yet Tian Shouzheng disregarded this, forcing his daughter into the marriage and explicitly stating that she would later enter the household and serve as a concubine.

This scandal reverberated throughout the Capital for quite some time. The Young Miss Tian was driven to attempt suicide twice, though fortunately, she was rescued both times. Tian Shouzheng’s wife, utterly heartbroken by the ordeal, took their daughter back to her natal home and has never returned.

If he were dispatched to teach the northern border envoys proper etiquette, one of them would likely end up insane.

Yu Wang remained unconcerned: “I’ll simply send two Imperial Physicians along. That Minister Tian is extremely fond of his reputation. Entrusting him with promoting the etiquette of our Dali Dynasty will ensure it’s handled flawlessly. By the way, Fourth Imperial Brother, have you thoroughly examined the envoys sent this time?”

“What’s the matter? Did Second Imperial Brother discover something?”

“Today, I deliberately provoked that instigator, Tu Jie. I noticed he was clearly seething with rage and about to retaliate, but he stopped mid-sentence when he heard a cough. The hall was crowded, and I didn’t catch who coughed—didn’t want to tip off the snake. So I pretended not to notice.”

Yue Wang furrowed his brow. “I’ll handle this investigation. Second Imperial Brother, you must focus your energy on court affairs. Though the Eldest Imperial Brother has suffered setbacks due to the Imperial Aunt’s matter, many court officials still support him. You must remain vigilant.”

Yu Wang nodded, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. “Fourth Imperial Brother... you truly have no desire to vie for power?”

Yue Wang shook his head with a smile: “Second Imperial Brother, my ambitions lie elsewhere. Your heart holds the realm, while mine is fixed on one person. Having Yunyao is enough for me. People have different paths. I now give you my full support. When you ascend the throne, don’t forget to bestow generous rewards upon me. I’m counting on your backing.”

“Even without my rewards, you’re a prince, a duke of the Dali Dynasty. You’ll stand tall. Remember to establish your authority as her husband.”

“Yao’er is a princess, the only granddaughter of the Imperial Aunt. She stands even taller than I do.” Yue Wang glanced over, his tone tinged with a sigh.

Yu Wang dismissed the concern: “So what? You have your fiefdom, and now you oversee the Ministry of Personnel...”

“Yao’er has the Ni Yun Fang and the Bu Xian Luo. With their current growth, they’ve expanded into embroidery, fabrics, silk, tea... Her fame spreads far and wide—every commoner knows her name. Mention her, and they all sing her praises. Then there are the businesses Imperial Aunt entrusted to her, plus the fields and lands Imperial Father bestowed. Second Imperial Brother, setting those aside, take Ni Yun Fang and Bu Xian Luo—do you know how much silver they rake in annually?”

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~ WIN THE FAIR MAIDEN’S HEART SOONER ~

Jin Lan was a bit confused: “Jin Qiao, what’s wrong?”

“Sister, why did you blush just now?” Jin Qiao looked at Jin Lan anxiously, hoping she wouldn’t go astray.

Jin Lan’s cheeks flushed even deeper. “Nothing. You imagined it.”

“You still won’t admit it! Sister Jin Lan, our Young Miss, has been so kind to us. I’ve long accepted her as my master for life. Don’t forget your duty.”

Jin Lan grew even more confused, “What exactly are you trying to say?”

Seeing Jin Lan still unrepentant, Jin Qiao’s expression turned stern, “Sister Jin Lan, did you blush just now because you saw His Royal Highness Yue Wang?”

Jin Lan nodded, then quickly shook her head: “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“You... you still won’t admit it? Your face already tells the whole story. Sister Jin Lan, we struggled to survive in the hands of those slave traders. Only when we came to our Young Miss did we find a way to live, and now we live a hundred times better than before. You absolutely cannot compete with our Young Miss for Yue Wang. Besides, consider Miss’s status and her talents—you cannot win...”

Jin Qiao spoke rapidly, her mouth moving nonstop. Jin Lan tried several times to interrupt but couldn’t get a word in. Finally, she could only stand there waiting for her to finish.

Jin Qiao pleaded earnestly for a long while before pausing. Seeing Jin Lan’s expressionless face, she grew so anxious she nearly wept. “Sister Jin Lan, if you remain so stubborn, I... I will tell Young Miss. She’ll have you temporarily reassigned. Once you’re away from His Royal Highness Yue Wang for a while, your feelings will surely fade. When you return, you’ll still be the person she trusts most.”

Jin Lan saw her words growing increasingly absurd and quickly covered her mouth. “Stop talking nonsense! My blush earlier wasn’t because of His Royal Highness Yue Wang, but because of... his guard. He gave me an ice lantern today.”

Jin Qiao froze, then widened her eyes. “The guard? Yu Heng or Yu Yi?”

“...Yu Heng...”

Jin Qiao couldn’t help but cheer up. “That’s wonderful! You scared me earlier—I thought you’d taken a fancy to His Royal Highness Yue Wang.”

“Young Miss and His Royal Highness are perfectly suited. No one can come between them. Stop talking nonsense.”

Jin Qiao relaxed, then felt embarrassed. “Sister Jin Lan, I misunderstood you. But... Yu Heng gave you an ice lantern. Could it mean he wants...”

Seeing Jin Qiao’s sly smile, Jin Lan’s discomfort grew palpable: “Stop talking nonsense. That’s far from the truth. Now go prepare the tea and snacks.”

Yue Wang examined the crimson wedding dress displayed on the rack, his eyes brimming with such intense excitement they seemed ready to overflow. He wrapped his arms around Mu Yunyao’s waist and spun her around twice on the spot: “Yao’er, time feels so slow now. I wish the eighteenth of the first lunar month would come immediately.”

“The Little New Year is approaching. People are already preparing to distribute rice porridge. Once that’s done, the year will be over in the blink of an eye. Why is Fourth Master so anxious?”

“Naturally, I want to hold my beloved in my arms sooner.”

Yue Wang lowered his voice slightly, his warm breath brushing against Mu Yunyao’s ear. Her heart melted, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushing as she murmured, “Then let me hold you for now.”

Yue Wang’s eyes crinkled with laughter. He tilted his head, continuing the embrace, and gently pressed a kiss to her lips. “Yao’er, I’m so happy.” Cold-hearted by nature, he rarely showed emotion. Yet today, bubbles of joy bubbled up inside him, gradually merging into an endless sea of sweetness.

At Ni Yun Fang, Yue Wang held her tightly, unwilling to let go. At the Capital city gates, the Northern Frontier envoy’s procession slowly halted.

The Northern Frontier envoy, seeing commoners freely moving along the road within the city gates, vendors’ cries echoing constantly, and even children playing and chasing each other, was instantly filled with displeasure. He sought out the official responsible for reception, his voice tinged with accusation: “Our Northern Frontier has sent envoys here to actively promote exchanges between our two nations, to ensure our friendship endures. Why do you treat us with such disrespect?”

“Your Excellency misunderstands,” replied the official. “Our Emperor of the Dali Dynasty is exceptionally wise and benevolent, cherishing his people like his own children. He has long decreed that no official may disturb the lives of commoners without explicit imperial permission. This law takes precedence, and I, as a subordinate, cannot disobey. I humbly ask for your understanding.” The receiving official offered this apology with a remarkably flat expression, devoid of any hint of remorse, leaving the Northern Frontier envoy deeply dissatisfied.

Seated atop the city gate tower, Yu Wang soon received a report of the exchange below: “Such a small place, yet they speak with such arrogance! They aren’t even the royal family of the Northern Frontier, yet they demand we clear the streets? Utterly preposterous. Have the Ministry of Rites officials escort them directly to the guesthouse. Once I’ve attended to matters in court, I shall make time to see them.”

“Understood.”

Yu Wang descended the tower and quietly made his way to Ni Yun Fang. Yue Fang observed his Second Imperial Brother seated nearby, sipping tea with a displeased expression. “Why have you come to Ni Yun Fang instead of receiving the Northern Frontier envoys?”

“I heard Fourth Imperial Brother and Yunyao were planning something significant. I couldn’t resist checking on their progress.” Yu Wang gazed at Yue Wang with an unusually indulgent look. A man about to marry was understandably anxious, especially one who had coveted his bride for so long without the chance to wed her. He was like a firecracker—ready to ignite at the slightest spark. He had endured this himself, so he wasn’t angry. Not angry at all.

Mu Yunyao motioned for Jin Lan to serve tea before speaking softly, “The bait has been cast. Now we only need to wait patiently for the fish to take the hook.”

Yu Wang remained uneasy. “Your plan is meticulous, but using letters to bait both the Third Prince and the Northern Frontier simultaneously—couldn’t something go awry?”

When he first heard the plan from Yue Wang and Mu Yunyao, he’d been filled with doubt. They’d forged a letter from the Northern Frontier to stir the Third Prince’s ambition, making him believe the Northern Frontier would support him. Then they’d sent a letter to the Northern Frontier, first expressing goodwill, then subtly hinting at the need for support, promising to cede cities as a reward once the deed was done.

Yet long after the letters were sent, neither side stirred. It was as if a pebble tossed into a still lake had stirred not a single ripple. This left him anxious. Though he had discreetly contacted some court officials, Ling Wang’s support remained solid. If the Emperor, disregarding the Northern Frontier’s envoy, still insisted on promoting the Crown Prince, he might well lose.

The immediate solution was to topple the Li family. Without their backing, Ling Wang would be powerless. But to topple the Li family, concrete evidence was needed. With the family lying dormant and destroying all traces, the only way to gather proof was to provoke them into action.

Yet Yue Wang remained supremely confident: “Second Imperial Brother, no need to fret. The fish will bite the bait.”

Yu Wang still found the plan unsound. It was far from thorough, even recklessly risky. The slightest misstep could expose the deception: “What if the fish doesn’t bite?”

“Then we cast more hooks. There will always be one that tempts the fish.” Mu Yunyao’s expression softened, yet her words sent a chill down Yu Wang’s spine.

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~ HIDDEN AMBITION ~

Yue Wang declared with great solemnity, his expression unusually earnest: “The study chair is hard. I sit on it all day, hence this condition.”

Just as Mu Yunyao was about to take his pulse, she shot him a sharp look: “Your Royal Highness, I suspect your backache appears not from strain, but from overeating.”

Yue Wang paid no heed, instead taking Mu Yunyao’s hand affectionately, “Mm, I’m overeating. I’ll need to take a few pillows to feel better.” He loved using items Mu Yunyao had touched, as if they carried her scent. For example, the brocade quilt was draped over his window. Even in summer, he couldn’t bear to put it away, but left it by the bedside, as if that would bring him closer to Mu Yunyao.

Mu Yunyao nearly grabbed the pillow to smack him. This man was becoming more shameless by the day. “If you want a pillow, Fourth Master, just say so. No need to feign illness to scare me.”

Yue Wang pulled Mu Yunyao to stand before him, then wrapped his arms around her waist. “I adore how Yao’er fusses over me. In moments like this, it feels like I’m the only one in your eyes.”

Mu Yunyao froze, then slowly smiled. She raised her hand to trace his brow and eyes gently. His features were sharp, his eyes always exceptionally deep—like an endless night sky that drew one in irresistibly.

Because Yue Wang’s joking had delayed the tea brewing, by the time she checked again, the tea had grown quite cold. Mu Yunyao decided against brewing a fresh pot and instead added hot water to the existing tea, bringing it to Yue Wang.

Yue Wang didn’t mind at all. With a smile, he lifted the cup, took a sip, and praised, “Excellent tea.”

Mu Yunyao couldn’t help but laugh aloud. “Fourth Master, did you not attend court today?”

“My wedding preparations are exceptionally complex. I’ve requested several days’ leave from His Majesty so that I won’t be attending court during this period.”

“The Emperor even came to complain to my grandmother yesterday, saying you’re not even helping him with state affairs—utterly unfilial!”

“The Eldest and the Second Imperial Brothers handle the affairs of the court. When I have free time, accompanying His Majesty is sufficient.” He understood clearly that while the Emperor spoke of complaints, he was secretly pleased with his current situation. The constant strife between Prince Long and Prince Yu in court had already made the imperial court a cesspool of corruption. If he were to get involved, the situation would only grow more complicated.

“By the way, did the court debate conclude? How does Your Majesty intend to handle the envoy from the Northern Frontier?”

“The civil officials’ proposal seems overly lenient, yet it has merit. When nations interact, neither nation sends envoys. Regardless of why the Northern Frontier sent this envoy, we must treat them with kindness until their true intentions are revealed.” Imperial Father has heeded the civil officials’ counsel, yet he has entrusted the task of receiving the envoys to the Second Imperial Brother.”

Mu Yunyao paused, then lifted the corners of her lips, “The Emperor is wise. His Royal Highness Yu Wang has led troops against the Northern Frontier and witnessed their brutal tactics firsthand. He harbors no goodwill toward them. With the Emperor’s orders, he will not cause trouble for the Northern Frontier envoys, but he will remain vigilant. Should any issues arise, he will detect and handle them promptly.”

“Hmm, Yao’er, have the letters to the Third Prince and the Northern Frontier envoys been dispatched?”

“They were dispatched yesterday. The Northern Frontier may take some time to receive theirs, but the Third Prince should have seen his by now.”

At the Third Prince’s residence, Ning Jun Jin studied the letter in his hand, his gaze shifting restlessly as he struggled with shock and uncertainty. After a long moment, he slowly regained his composure, clutching the letter tightly as he turned to his personal guard, “Have you uncovered any leads?”

This morning, upon waking, he discovered the letter by his bedside. Its contents and the signature at the end nearly sent him tumbling from his chair. The letter had come from the Northern Frontier, not only urging him to rebel but explicitly offering covert support—weapons and warhorses.

Had it not been for the Northern Frontier royal family’s seal at the envelope’s end, he would have torn it to shreds on the spot.

The guard’s face flushed with shame. “Your Royal Highness, we’ve uncovered no leads.”

“The messenger must possess formidable martial arts skills to evade detection entirely.”

“Your Royal Highness, the letter is filled with seditious words. Should I destroy it?”
The Third Prince nodded. Just as the guard raised the letter to burn it, he instinctively called out: “Wait. The Northern Frontier has sent an envoy with unclear intentions. Keep this letter for now. It might help Imperial Father uncover the Northern Frontier’s true nature.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”

The Third Prince took the letter, opened it, and studied it once more. His gaze finally settled on the sections about weapons and warhorses. “The warhorses of the Northern Frontier are renowned. It’s said their cavalry is so formidable precisely because of the superior quality of their mounts.”

“Indeed, Your Royal Highness. I’ve heard it said that training an exceptional warhorse can sometimes be as demanding as training a general.”

The Third Prince’s fingers lightly brushed the letter. A flicker of light danced in his eyes for a moment before he suddenly let out a cold laugh. “I may be inconvenienced now, but I’m not brain-damaged. The Northern Frontier actually thinks they can deceive me with such a shallow ploy? If they had ample ironware and warhorses, they would have launched an attack on our Great Li Dynasty long ago. Why would they negotiate a deal with a mere prince like me?”

His personal guards stood silent by his side. Seeing the Third Prince did not destroy the letter but instead carefully stored it in a hidden compartment. They couldn’t help but feel a pang of alarm.

Six days later, a letter bearing the seal of the Third Prince’s residence was discreetly delivered to the envoy of the Northern Frontier.

At the temporary encampment, a man dressed as a Northern Frontier nomad opened the letter. A flash of light darted across his darkened eyes: “The Third Prince... A blind, crippled invalid dares to negotiate terms with the Northern Frontier? Demanding weapons and warhorses outright? Utter nonsense. Ignore it. Order the troops to hasten their march. We must reach the capital of the Dali Dynasty, Xiling, as soon as possible.”

“Understood.”

Mu Yunyao finished embroidering the phoenix tail feathers on the wedding gown, nodding with satisfaction. “There. After all this effort, it’s finally complete.”

Caiyi and the others cradled the gown, gently tracing its surface as they murmured with admiration. “Miss, this gown is truly breathtaking. Even we maidservants are tempted to marry after seeing it.”

The embroiderers nearby teased, “If Caiyi the shopkeeper wanted to marry, it’d be as easy as saying the word. Suitors have been wearing out their lips begging for your hand, yet you’ve never given in.”

Caiyi shot them a glare. “I’m waiting for Miss to find me a proper match. I wouldn’t touch those unsuitable candidates with a ten-foot pole.”

Mu Yunyao smiled: “Very well. I’ll find some fine young men for you to choose from another day.”

For a moment, the entire Ni Yun Fang erupted in laughter and playful commotion.
Just then, Jin Lan entered, her cheeks slightly flushed: “Miss, His Royal Highness Yue Wang has arrived.”

Mu Yunyao’s heart leapt with joy. She dismissed Caiyi and the others, then invited Yue Wang to come up.

Jin Qiao stepped out of the room and immediately pulled Jin Lan close, her eyes scanning her body intently. “Sister Jin Lan, you’ve always been steady and level-headed, with a sharp eye for things. You must understand many matters yourself, right?”

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 ~ ROGUE ADVANCEMENT ~

Mu Yunyao sat beside Grand Princess Yi De, holding a long bamboo brush as she teased the koi fish swimming in the wide-mouthed blue-and-white porcelain basin.

Qu Mama stood nearby, reporting to Grand Princess Yi De on the situation in the imperial court.

“Your Royal Highness, His Majesty inquired how Ling Wang and Yu Wang should treat the envoys from the Northern Frontier. Their opinions are opposed. Ling Wang sides with the civil officials, advocating for a courteous reception to showcase the grandeur of our Dalì Dynasty. Yu Wang, however, suspects ill intent from the Northern Frontier and urges heightened vigilance, aligning largely with the military commanders.”

Grand Princess Yi De dropped fish food into the basin. As the koi swam eagerly to devour it, a faint smile touched her lips. “The struggles in the court have been ongoing for quite some time. Let them be. Yao’er, the New Year is approaching. Grandmother has prepared all your dowry. How is your wedding dress coming along?”

“Grandmother, I have personally overseen the main embroidery work, and it will be finished soon. After making a few final adjustments to the edges and corners, it will certainly be complete before the New Year.”

“Very well. I’ve had someone oversee Yue Wang’s mansion for you. The renovations are progressing splendidly and should be finished before the New Year. Everything is now in place, awaiting only your wedding day.” Grand Princess Yi De gazed at Mu Yunyao, her eyes brimming with reluctance. “You’ve only been back with Grandmother for a few days, yet you marry someone else. The thought of you leaving my side feels like my heart is being torn out.”

Mu Yunyao quickly set down her bamboo brush and approached the Grand Princess. Taking her hand, she gently rocked it. “Grandmother, even after I marry, I can still come visit you every day. It’s just a change of residence. Nothing different from now. Besides, I’ll be counting on you to back me up. If Yue Wang treats me poorly, I’ll come straight to you to complain. When that happens, you must help me deal with him.”

“Very well. If Junyue dares to upset you, Grandmother will be the first to object.”

Mu Yunyao’s smile widened, but before she could speak, a voice tinged with laughter reached her ears.

“How could I dare upset Yao’er?” Yue Wang entered, his eyes lighting up with amusement at the faint blush on Mu Yunyao’s cheeks.

Qu Mama hurried forward to take the white fur cloak from Yue Wang’s shoulders, revealing a pale blue robe. Paired with the gentle smile now on his face, he truly embodied the image of a gentleman as graceful as jade, peerless in his bearing.

Grand Princess Yi De appraised Yue Wang, then turned her gaze to Mu Yunyao, whose delicate beauty resembled a dawn-blooming flower. She felt the two were perfectly matched, and the lingering reluctance in her heart gradually faded. Yet she persisted, “That cannot be said, Junyue. Your temperament is cold, utterly unsuited to Yao’er...”

Yue Wang quickly interjected, “Imperial Auntie, opposites attract—cold and warm are the perfect match...”

Mu Yunyao blushed even deeper, silently glaring at Yue Wang. Her maternal grandmother was clearly joking, yet this man dared to jump in.

Grand Princess Yi De’s smile broadened. “When love is deep, water tastes like honey. When love fades, honey loses its sweetness. You speak well now, but who can predict how things will be in the future?”

“Imperial Auntie, you know my character. I would never let Yao’er down...” Yue Wang felt a surge of urgency. Even though he knew Grand Princess Yi De was deliberately testing him, he made every effort to give his assurance. He couldn’t bear for Yunyao to harbor even the slightest doubt about their future together.

Seeing Yue Wang’s forehead beading with sweat, Xu Yanhan quickly interjected, “Mother, I’m reviewing Yao’er’s dowry list and have some uncertainties. Would you mind taking a look?”

Grand Princess Yi De smiled as she glanced at Mu Yunyao and Ning Junyue, then waved them away. “I’ll review the list myself. You two needn’t disturb me here.”

Yue Wang nodded hastily. “Yes, then Yao’er and I will withdraw.”

Before Mu Yunyao could say anything, Yue Wang pulled her out.

Seeing Yue Wang’s hand directly grasp Mu Yunyao’s, Grand Princess Yi De raised an eyebrow. “I used to think Junyue’s temperament was so aloof that he might end up alone forever. Who would’ve thought that after falling for someone, he’d change so completely.”

Xu Yanhan smiled quietly beside her. She was utterly satisfied with Yue Wang—whether back in Jingling City or now in the Capital, his devotion to Yunyao had never wavered. That alone was truly remarkable. “Yao’er’s disposition has changed quite a bit, too.”

In the past, she’d been wary of everyone and everything, always tense as a taut string. As her mother, Xu Yanhan, had worried constantly, fearing she might snap at any moment. Now, with Yue Wang by her side, she’d learned to rely on others. Her smile had grown far more vibrant than before. She only hoped these two children’s wedding would proceed smoothly, and that they would live happily ever after, growing old together in harmony.

Mu Yunyao was pulled out of the grand hall by Yue Wang. She quickly withdrew her fingers and fidgeted with her sleeves, uncomfortable. “Just now, in front of Grandmother, how could you... How could you be so rude?” Though she and Yue Wang were quite casual in private, she never dared to show the slightest disrespect to elders. His abrupt pulling her out earlier had left her deeply uncomfortable.

A smile lingered in Yue Wang’s eyes. Seeing Mu Yunyao adjust her sleeves, he reached out again, took her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, then spread her palm flat in his own, examining it carefully as if it were a precious treasure.

If he could, he would proclaim it to the world, letting heaven and earth bear witness, letting all rivers rejoice. He was about to marry, and the bride was the love of his life!

Embarrassed by his gaze, Mu Yunyao tried to pull her hand away, but her wrist was held firmly in place. She curled her fingers slightly, her pink fingertips turning pale. “Fourth Master, do you like it?”

Yue Wang nodded earnestly. “Graceful and serene, gentle and true, with delicate texture and perfectly proportioned bones. Yao’er’s fingers are slender as jade—naturally, they are utterly exquisite.” Unlike his own hands, whose palms were covered in calluses, thick enough to grasp thorns without feeling a prick.

Mu Yunyao tried to pinch his palm, but after exerting herself for a long while, her own fingers ached without leaving the slightest mark on his skin.

Seeing Mu Yunyao’s puffed-up expression, Yue Wang couldn’t help but laugh aloud: “Yao’er, why don’t we sit over in that pavilion?”

Mu Yunyao glanced at the pavilion, open on all sides and still dusted with snow, then looked at Yue Wang, who had come out without a cloak. She snorted inwardly. This man’s thoughts had become full of twists and turns, “Your clothes are thin, Fourth Master. The wind is strong by the pavilion. We should go to the side hall instead.” With that, she turned and headed straight for the side hall.

Yue Wang clenched his palm, as if trying to hold onto the lingering warmth she left behind, then followed Mu Yunyao with a smile.

Stepping into the side hall, they were immediately enveloped in a wave of fragrant warmth. Yue Wang surveyed the furnishings, his eyes sparkling. He had been here before, and while the basic layout remained unchanged, many new touches had been added—details that warmed the heart.

He approached the desk, pinching the soft welcome pillow resting nearby. A smile touched his lips. “Yao’er, my back has been aching these past few days.”

Mu Yunyao set aside the half-brewed teacup and hurried to Yue Wang’s side. “What’s wrong?”

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Incurable Chapter 58 Part 2

The rain fell for half the day, dispersing the lingering mist. Mu Wan stayed in her room reading and napping, while Liu Qianxiu engaged in his spiritual practice. Around one o’clock in the afternoon, after she awoke from her nap, Liu Qianxiu pushed open the door and entered.

Liu Qianxiu had changed into a new set of Taoist robes. His posture was straight and tall, his aura pure and cool, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly air. Seeing him, she set down the book in her hands, opened her arms, and smiled.

Understanding her gesture, he walked over, lifted her off the bed, and kissed her lips.

“Get ready. We’re going fishing.”

The fishing spot was at the Qingyuan River behind the mountain. Mu Wan propped herself up, looked down at him, and asked, “Aren’t you going to meditate?”

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu placed her back on the bed and fetched her shoes.

“This doesn’t seem right,” Mu Wan murmured, gazing out the window at the silent main hall. “Weren’t you here for seclusion? What if Master disapproves when you leave?”

He sat on the bedside, listening to her chatter. Only after she finished did he ask, “Who said I came for seclusion?”

Mu Wan froze.

While she was lost in thought, Liu Qianxiu slipped her other shoe on. He leaned down, gently hooked her nose with his finger—an intimate, doting gesture.

“I came to play with you.”

His face was inches away, clear and handsome. A little flower bloomed in Mu Wan’s heart, its petals sweet and fragrant. She stood up, her excitement bubbling over. “Then let’s go.”

They grabbed their fishing gear and followed the back mountain path toward the Qingyuan River. The grass on either side of the trail was rain-soaked, leaving their legs damp with each step.

Mu Wan adored the back mountain for its vast bamboo groves—the leaves were a vibrant green, and the air carried the faint, refreshing scent of bamboo. She followed Liu Qianxiu, admiring his Taoist robe as it fluttered with each step. He exuded an aura of both chivalry and Taoist grace, utterly captivating.

Though they came to catch fish, it was really just an excuse to play. Mu Wan slipped off her shoes and let Liu Qianxiu lead her onto the boat. Once they reached the river’s center, Liu Qianxiu cast the net, and the two of them lay back on the boat.

After a half-day of rain, the sky had cleared. Beneath the blue heavens, large, fluffy white clouds drifted like tangled masses of cotton candy.

The fishing net descended into the river. The boat drifted motionless in the center of the calm, crystal-clear waters, like a painting.

Mu Wan felt completely at ease. Lying against Liu Qianxiu, she gazed at the blue sky and white clouds, breathing in the fresh air after the autumn rain. The river murmured, the small boat rocked gently. Time and the world seemed to stand still.

Resting her head on Liu Qianxiu’s chest, she watched him read a book. The pages carried the scent of incense from the main hall, fresh and natural. Mu Wan rolled over, and Liu Qianxiu looked up at her. Her eyes were fixed on the book cover—another ancient text, written in classical Chinese, with sparse lines of text. Within its pages lay profound, inexplicable wisdom.

“Did you bring your homework here?” Mu Wan asked with a smile.

He set the book aside, smiling as he gently pinched her earlobe. “It’s a habit.”

It truly was a habit. He was quiet most of the time, and when he was quiet, he read. The book lay to one side, pages fluttering in the breeze. Mu Wan scanned a few lines.

The characters were traditional Chinese. She could recognize about eighty to ninety percent of them, but the meaning within? She didn’t understand. In front of Liu Qianxiu and the others, she was practically illiterate.

“If you keep reading like this, how many books will it take?” Mu Wan mused. “Master Xuan Qingzi must have finished reading them all by now, right?”

“No,” Liu Qianxiu denied, his eyes veiled in mist. He tucked her jet-black hair behind her ear and said, “Each book offers different insights when read at different times. Daoist cultivation emphasizes enlightenment, not quantity. Master has pursued enlightenment for nearly eighty years, yet the books remain the same.”

Muwan didn’t fully grasp his explanation, but she caught the key point. Her eyes widened as she asked, “Master has pursued enlightenment for nearly eighty years... How old is he this year?”

“Eighty-two,” Liu Qianxiu replied.

In the entertainment industry, celebrities place utmost importance on maintaining their appearance, yet no one can defy the passage of time. Even those who seem to age slowly over decades cannot hide their signs of aging once they reach eighty.

Xuan Qingzi appeared only sixty, yet was actually eighty-two. What kind of immortal was this?

Mu Wan studied Liu Qianxiu’s features closely. He was six or seven years older than her, yet in reality, he looked much like men her own age.

Mu Wan raised her hand and brushed his cheek. “Will you stay this young forever?”

A soft sigh escaped his throat as Liu Qianxiu clasped her hand.

“My future is spent entirely with you.” He kissed her fingertips, a faint smile touching his lips. “See for yourself.”

His kisses made her fingers tingle, and his words stirred something deep within her. Mu Wan laughed, meeting his dark eyes. She shifted, wanting to climb up to his level. The moment she moved, he caught her waist and pulled her close.

His future was spent with her. How long would that future last?

Mu Wan cupped his cheeks with both hands, leaning down to kiss him. Their soft lips entwined, a gentle breeze unable to dispel their tenderness. She kissed him lightly, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“Liu Qianxiu,” she murmured, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. “Do you have pre-wedding jitters? Is that why you brought me to this Taoist temple to meditate and clear my mind?”

His fingers tangled in her hair as he gazed directly into her eyes, his expression heavy with tenderness and adoration.

“Afraid of what?”

Afraid... She didn’t know what she was afraid of, either.

She licked her lips and asked, “Aren’t you afraid?”

Her voice was soft and sweet. Her hair fell over her ears, a slant of sunlight filtering through the dark strands beside her ear, illuminating her cheek with a soft, delicate glow.

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu nodded, his smile breaking through like sunlight piercing a valley.

“I fear you won’t marry me.”

Mu Wan rested her head against his chest. His words vibrated against her skin as she listened to his heartbeat, and she smiled.

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Mu Wan returned to her room, where the light from the main hall shone through the window. The flickering lamplight cast elongated shadows on the square tiles outside the hall—three shadows, though she couldn’t tell which one belonged to Liu Qianxiu. She sat on the bed watching for a while, barely turning two pages of her book before drowsiness overtook her. She fell asleep clutching the book.

After an unknown period, Liu Qianxiu returned. The night air was chilly, and he carried a hint of that coolness with him, along with the rich scent of sandalwood incense from the main hall. Mu Wan inhaled the fragrance, and her body, warmed by sleep, rolled into his embrace.

The contact between their contrasting temperatures sent a shiver through both of them. Half-asleep, Mu Wan clung to him and murmured, “You’re back.”

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu raised his hand to touch her cheek, but hesitated, aware his fingers were too cold. He pulled the thin blanket over her instead. Lying on his side, he held her close in his arms.

Sandalwood had a calming effect. Mu Wan wanted to say more to Liu Qianxiu, but drowsiness overwhelmed her, and she eventually drifted off. They had all the time in the world; why rush to speak tonight?

Breathing in the faint, lingering scent of sandalwood, Mu Wan slept exceptionally soundly and comfortably. She went to bed early and woke early. Upon waking, she shifted slightly beneath the thin blanket. The bed retained some warmth, but he was no longer there.

Opening her eyes, Mu Wan surveyed her surroundings. Coming to her senses, she rose from the bed.

It was only 6:30 a.m. The sun rose early in the mountains, bringing light quickly, yet the air held a dampness that gathered into thick fog. Mist swirled and rose as Mu Wan stood outside the hall, gazing at the divine statue within the main sanctuary. She heard the sound of sweeping outside.

Mu Wan stepped outside. The fog was thick there, too. Looking up, she could only make out the peaks of the opposite mountain range. The air felt damp, as if rain were imminent.

“Sister, you’re awake?” The weather had turned cooler, and leaves were beginning to fall. Qing Chan wore a Taoist robe, her hair tied in a bun. At her feet, a small broom had already gathered a pile of fallen leaves. His small frame stood straight and tall as he held the broom and smiled at Mu Wan.

“You’re up so early?” Mu Wan approached and pinched his cheek. They were much closer now than before; Qingchan let her pinch him, his little face flushed rosy.

“We must rise at six for morning practice,” Qingchan replied. “Master has gone to the bamboo grove for his morning practice. Junior Brother is by the cliffside—I took you to see him last time.”

Muwan heard this and felt a strong urge to find Liu Qianxiu. But she remembered how warm his sleeping spot still felt when she rose—he must have left only recently.

“Are you going to find Junior Brother?” Qingchan asked, tilting his head when she fell silent.

“No,” Mu Wan smiled, tugging at his topknot. “Do you still have the broom? I’ll help you sweep the fallen leaves.”

Having company naturally pleased Qingchan. Though he’d been a Taoist novice at the temple since childhood, he still retained a childlike nature, unlike Liu Qianxiu and Xuan Qingzi, who were reserved and aloof.

But they’d only swept together for a short while when a light rain began to fall. Qingchan picked up the broom, frowned, and took Mu Wan’s hand. “Sister, I’ll go bring Master an umbrella. You go bring Junior Brother one.”

Having a reason to visit Liu Qianxiu, Mu Wan readily agreed. After she nodded, Qing Chan handed her an oil-paper umbrella. Holding it open, Mu Wan hurried along the path toward the cliff edge.

The rain fell neither too hard nor too soft, pattering rhythmically on the oil-paper umbrella. Drops pooled together, trickling down onto the wild grasses by the path. Mu Wan quickened her pace and soon reached the cliff’s edge.

Liu Qianxiu sat cross-legged in meditation at the cliff’s edge, his tall, lean silhouette facing away. His blue Taoist robe was already half-soaked.

“Liu Qianxiu,” Mu Wan called out.

Liu Qianxiu snapped back to awareness, turning his head. His eyes, once hazy like distant mountain mists, gradually sharpened as he looked at her. He rose from the cushion. Mu Wan stepped forward, extending her arm to steady him.

He was too tall, and Mu Wan struggled slightly to support him. Liu Qianxiu gripped her waist with one hand while the other grasped the umbrella handle, taking it from her.

Raindrops slid down the man’s face. His cold, pale skin made the droplets look icy. Mu Wan frowned deeply, wiping his face as she said, “Didn’t you know it was raining?”

Liu Qianxiu took her hand. Their palms met—his was dry and cool.

Liu Qianxiu looked up at the falling rain and said, “It’s getting heavier.”

“You didn’t know it was raining?” Mu Wan laughed incredulously, her hand still held in his. She tilted her head back to look at him. “Nothing in the outside world can shake your pure heart, right?”

A fine misty rain fell, shrouding the cliff walls and the pine and cypress trees on the mountain in a haze, like a fairyland—a gentle breeze swept by. Liu Qianxiu lowered his gaze slightly, meeting her eyes.

“Yes.” He lowered his head to kiss her lips softly, murmuring, “The only thing that can shake my heart is you.”

The fine rain seemed laced with honey, even the cool breeze carrying a sweetness. Mu Wan tilted her head back to look at him, her eyes crinkling with laughter. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

Even clad in his Taoist robes, he remained utterly captivating.

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~ BLOOD HAS NOT YET RUN COLD ~

To scheme against the Li family and the Northern Frontier, a substantial sum of silver must be allocated. After pondering for a long while, Mu Yunyao left the Palace and made her way to Ni Yun Fang.

Caiyi and the others brought the most recent ledgers upstairs as instructed. After sipping from her teacup, Mu Yunyao swiftly began flipping through them. The room was quiet, broken only by the crisp clatter of abacus beads colliding.

After reviewing most of the ledgers and carefully considering the specific sums involved, Mu Yunyao found the figures satisfactory. She then looked up at Liu Liang: “Liu Liang, any news about Qi Ming?”

“Reporting to Master, Qi Ming still has not sent word. However, regarding Yi Bao Xuan, this subordinate discovered someone secretly altering the ledgers.”

“The ledgers stored at Yi Bao Xuan have all been altered. The genuine ledgers are kept at Ni Yun Fang. Let the Li family tamper with theirs if they wish. Pay them no mind.” A thought struck Mu Yunyao, and she suddenly asked, “Liu Liang, do you know anything about the Northern Frontier?”

Liu Liang snapped his head up, his eyes darting nervously. “Miss, why are you suddenly asking about the Northern Frontier?”

Observing his expression, Mu Yunyao felt a sense of understanding. Judging by Liu Liang’s reaction, her earlier suspicions were correct—this man was highly likely from the Northern Frontier. “As you’ve seen, the Li family has connections to the royal family of the Northern Frontier. I thought it would be useful to learn more about it. In addition, in about half a month, the envoy from the Northern Frontier will arrive in the Dali Dynasty.”

Envoys from the Northern Frontier? Liu Liang lowered his head, his eyes growing even more vacant. After a long moment, he tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand and gradually regained his composure. “This subordinate has some knowledge of the Northern Frontier. The current Northern Frontier King is Helian Ye, the second son of the previous King. He excels in military command, possesses a domineering temperament, and harbors immense ambition. He has two full brothers, Helian Chu and Helian Tan. These three brothers trusted each other implicitly and jointly eliminated all other heirs to the Northern Frontier throne. After Helian Ye ascended as the new ruler, he bestowed lavish rewards upon his two brothers. Presently, the Northern Frontier can be described as a realm of three coexisting kings. Yet externally, the brothers present a united front, constantly scheming to take a bite out of the Dali Dynasty...”

Mu Yunyao studied Liu Liang. Though his voice remained as measured and unhurried as ever, a closer listen revealed an almost imperceptible undertone of disgust.

Under Mu Yunyao’s gaze, Liu Liang’s expression tightened with tension. “Miss, do you have any instructions?”

“Nothing. I didn’t expect you to possess such deep knowledge of the Northern Frontier royal family.”

Liu Liang opened his mouth, meeting Mu Yunyao’s clear, piercing gaze that seemed to see through everything. His heart sank, his mouth filling with bitterness. With her intelligence, Miss had likely already guessed his origins from his expressions and words. At this thought, an inexplicable panic gripped him. If she knew his true identity, would she still be willing to take him in?

Recalling his previous existence as a mere shell of a man, he looked at Mu Yunyao before him, and his face grew pale. He wanted to stay by her side—even if it meant maintaining a humble posture, even if he could only see her occasionally or receive a fleeting glance. He would gladly remain in her presence.

For only when he was near her did he feel truly alive, as if his heart still beat and his blood hadn’t yet grown cold...

Staring at the figure kneeling before her, eyes vacant as if cast out by the world, Mu Yunyao’s heart softened: ”I was just saying something casually, you don’t need to think too much about it. I’ve said it before, as long as you don’t want to talk, I’ll always regard you only as Liu Liang. I won’t pry into your true identity. Of course, as I’ve said before, if you wish to leave, I won’t force you to stay. If there’s anything you need help with, as long as it’s within my power, I will certainly see it done.”

Liu Liang’s heart leapt with joy, and a flicker of color returned to his hollow eyes: “I wish to remain by your side, Miss, as your subordinate for life.”

Mu Yunyao replied with a playful tone: “Well, I’ve certainly struck gold then. Spending just six taels of silver, I’ve gained a mountain of treasure for free.”

Liu Liang felt flustered. Watching Mu Yunyao’s smiling face, he forced a small smile. Unfortunately, after so long without expression, his attempt looked unnatural. After struggling for a moment, he looked up only to find Mu Yunyao had already turned her attention back to the ledger.

After finishing her audit, Mu Yunyao carefully reviewed the plans in her mind. Satisfied there were few oversights, she instructed, “Liu Liang, with the Northern Frontier envoy arriving, it’s time to implement the plans I devised. Proceed with utmost caution. At the first sign of trouble, withdraw immediately. Take no risks whatsoever.”

“Yes, Miss. Rest assured.”

In the Imperial Court, news of the Northern Frontier envoy’s imminent arrival sent ripples of unease through the assembly. While the civil officials remained largely indifferent, the military commanders clenched their teeth in fury at the mere mention of the Northern Frontier.

Though many regions of the Northern Frontier remained culturally underdeveloped, their combat prowess was exceptionally fierce. Their cavalry, in particular, was formidable. Northern Frontier men grew up alongside horses—their environment dictated a life spent on horseback from childhood. By adulthood, their mastery of the steed was second nature. Combined with their imposing stature and formidable strength, a hundred-man cavalry squad charging with heavy broadswords swept through like a whirlwind of steel. Wherever they passed, blood ran deep, and even a thousand men struggled to close ranks.

Moreover, the Northern Frontier tribes were notoriously brutal. When they raided villages, they took everything they could carry and burned the rest to the ground. Massacres were commonplace, sparing neither infants nor young children. Few captives fell into their hands and survived.

“Your Majesty, this humble servant believes our Dali Dynasty is a land of courtesy. Visitors are our guests. We should properly entertain the Northern Frontier envoys, allowing them to experience the customs and traditions of our Dali Dynasty.”

“Your Majesty, I agree. It is a fundamental principle of diplomacy that envoys are not harmed. Regardless of the North Frontier’s past actions, its initiative in sending envoys demonstrates a desire for friendship. Our Dali Dynasty must not compromise our dignity by quarreling with a barbaric minor state.”

Most civil officials favored seizing this opportunity to establish friendly relations with the Northern Frontier, but the military commanders vehemently opposed it.

“Exchange courtesies with the Northern Frontier? Why not ask the souls of the Dali subjects who perished beneath their blades and hooves if they consent? Why not ask the fallen soldiers who clashed with them on the battlefield, fighting to the death, if they approve?”

“Your Majesty, having commanded troops against the Northern Frontier for so long, this humble servant understands their nature well. They are born plunderers, with boundless ambitions. Their arrival this time surely harbors ill intent. I beseech Your Majesty to issue decrees for heightened vigilance.”

Before long, the civil and military officials erupted into a tumultuous argument.

The Emperor cleared his throat. Xu Li immediately stepped forward and bellowed, “Silence!”

The officials hastily knelt and bowed. “We beg Your Majesty’s forgiveness.”

The Emperor coughed twice, then turned his gaze to Ling Wang and Yu Wang below the podium. “Do you two have any better suggestions?”

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~ WHEN YOU’RE SLEEPY, SOMEONE BRINGS YOU A PILLOW ~

The Third Prince’s personal guards stood silently by. Since his confinement, His Royal Highness Jin Wang had become unpredictable in his moods. Just days ago, he even ordered the execution of a maid who washed his feet, simply because the water she brought was too hot. The atmosphere throughout the Third Prince’s residence had grown oppressively heavy.

After a long while, the Third Prince finally calmed down and ordered in a deep voice, “Prepare ink and paper. I must write a letter of repentance to His Majesty.”

Now that his eyesight had returned, regaining the use of his legs was only a matter of time. The struggle for the throne had reached a critical juncture. He could not afford to be sidelined. Otherwise, he would never again have a chance to reach that high position.

Are Kings, Princes, Generals, and Ministers born into their positions? Not at all. And as for Imperial Princes, they were all sons of the Emperor. There was no reason the throne should fall solely to Ling Wang or Yu Wang. He, too, would strive with all his might.

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.” The personal guard swiftly brought the writing implements. The Third Prince continued flipping through the scrolls.

A look of delight crossed the Third Prince’s face. Yet, upon reaching the section detailing the banquet, he froze in shock: “The Li family accused Yue Wang of not being the Emperor’s son?”

The guard nodded. “Yes, and they even implicated Grand Princess Yi De. But the Emperor dismissed it entirely, executing the witnesses on the spot. He declared before all officials that Yue Wang would always be his son. Moreover, they accused Grand Princess Yi De of deliberately concealing Yue Wang’s identity to confuse the imperial bloodline.”

“Ha ha ha!” Hearing of Ling Wang and the Li family’s actions, the Third Prince burst into loud laughter. “Ling Wang is truly a fool!”

Grand Princess Yi De’s status was too unique. As the Eldest Princess, she had supported the Emperor all the way to the throne, and her bond with the Emperor was exceptionally deep. Unless one were tired of living, no one would dare test the depth of Grand Princess Yi De’s influence.

The guards stood silently at attention, heads bowed.

Suddenly, the Third Prince’s lips twitched. His gaze fixed intently on a specific date, his expression darkening instantly: “The eighteenth of the first month...”

“His Majesty has already issued an edict granting a marriage between His Royal Highness Yue Wang and Princess Wenxian. The wedding is set for the eighteenth of the first month.”

The Third Prince narrowed his eyes. After a long silence, he swiftly spread out paper and began writing.

Three days later, a thick, ten-thousand-word letter of repentance arrived on the Emperor’s desk.

In the letter, the Third Prince candidly admitted his past transgressions and expressed profound remorse. He recounted memories from his childhood, continuing through his reflections in the darkness after losing his sight. Every word was heartfelt, every sentence deeply moving. It was said that upon finishing the letter, the Emperor shed tears. Disregarding Xu Li’s pleas, He left the Palace to visit the Third Prince’s residence.

Mu Yunyao combed her hair before a bronze mirror, leisurely selecting which hairpin to wear.

Jin Qiao vividly recounted beside her: “Miss, word has spread far and wide. They say when His Majesty arrived at the Third Prince’s quarters, he found the Prince clutching one of his old garments and weeping. The sight perfectly embodied the phrase ‘tears streaming down his face.’ Upon seeing the Emperor, the Prince was so overcome that he toppled from his chair. That garment was worn by Jin Wang during his illness many years ago, and the Emperor had stayed up all night tending to him. The Third Prince had carefully preserved it ever since.”

Jin Qiao couldn’t help but curl her lip as she spoke. When she first heard the story, it hadn’t struck her as odd, but now that she was retelling it, it felt strangely peculiar. Besides, the Third Prince’s keeping a garment from so many years ago showed remarkably long-term thinking.

Mu Yunyao’s lips curved slightly. “His Royal Highness the Third Prince has every reason to be moved.” Only this emotion wasn’t sparked by the Emperor’s arrival, but by the fact that he had finally regained his sight.

“And Miss, it’s said His Royal Highness the Third Prince has lost all appetite lately. He spends his days in repentance, neither shaving nor changing his clothes. With his garments soaked through from weeping, he looks utterly pitiful. The Emperor was furious and immediately ordered punishment for the servants attending to the Third Prince. He also declared that before your marriage to His Royal Highness Yue Wang, the Third Prince would be restored to his title as Jin Wang. After all, as an elder brother, it was inappropriate for him to remain without rank. Many officials are now watching to see if the Third Prince’s legs might recover. Compared to aligning with the hot-tempered and reckless Ling Wang or the upright and meticulous Yu Wang, they prefer to pledge allegiance to Jin Wang.

Mu Yunyao selected a Danyang pearl-adorned hairpin and gently inserted it into her hair. After examining it closely for a moment, she nodded with satisfaction. “What response has there been from Ling Wang’s side?”

“Reporting to Miss, Ling Wang’s residence remained very quiet initially.”

Mu Yunyao raised an eyebrow slightly. “Quiet?” Even if he wasn’t fuming, Ling Wang should be plotting against Jin Wang to prevent him from disrupting the crucial matter of selecting the crown prince. How could he be quiet?

“Three days have passed since His Majesty visited the Third Prince’s residence, yet Ling Wang has only sent people to spread rumors. This is entirely unlike the Li family’s usual style.” Jin Qiao also found it deeply puzzling. “Could it be they’ve given up hope on the Third Prince’s claim to the throne, so they’ve simply let him be, showing no interest at all?”

Mu Yunyao chuckled softly. “If Ling Wang could see things as clearly as you suggest, perhaps the selection of the crown prince this year could succeed without any deliberate maneuvering.”

Just then, Jin Lan entered carrying a teacup. “Miss, news has just arrived from outside the Palace. Envoys from the Northern Frontier have been dispatched and are expected to reach the Capital in just over half a month.”

Mu Yunyao’s eyes widened sharply. She looked up immediately. “What did you say? The Northern Frontier has sent an envoy?”

“Yes.”

The last time envoys were exchanged between the two nations had been over a decade ago. In recent years, relations between the Dali Dynasty and the Northern Frontier had grown increasingly tense. Northern Frontier cavalry frequently harassed the Dali Dynasty’s border, driving many to abandon their homes and relocate to nearby cities for survival. Even so, numerous lives were lost each year—and naturally, the Northern Frontier suffered its share of casualties as well.

The two nations had long become mortal enemies. This sudden dispatch of envoys inevitably brought the Li family to mind.

Mu Yunyao suddenly recalled another matter: “Wait—the Northern Frontier envoy arrived in just over half a month. Doesn’t that coincide precisely with the timing for nominating the Crown Prince?”

“Indeed,” Jin Lan nodded. “I wonder if it will have any impact.”

“If this Northern Frontier envoy’s arrival truly connects to the Li family, then this Crown Prince nomination is unlikely to succeed,” Mu Yunyao mused, her lips curving into a faint smile.

Jin Qiao was puzzled: “Miss, haven’t you always hoped for Yu Wang to become Crown Prince? Why do you seem so unconcerned now, even pleased?”

Mu Yunyao’s smile deepened: “The Emperor has his own plans for selecting the Crown Prince. Whether it happens sooner or later makes little difference. It’s the Northern Frontier envoys we need to strategize about carefully.”

She and Yue Wang had plotted to undermine both the Li family and the Northern Frontier. But the Northern Frontier lay so far away that communication was difficult. Merely establishing contact between the Third Prince and the Northern Frontier was troublesome enough, let alone the other schemes they had in mind. Now, the Northern Frontier envoy had practically delivered himself to their doorstep. It was truly like someone bringing a pillow just when you were feeling sleepy. She intended to seize this opportunity with both hands.

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