Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

Shen Xiyue's shop has been almost completed.

She also wrote down the recipe for the fragrant soap. Lvliu asked someone to make some. Shen Xiyue tried it and found that it was the same as the one made by Gu Zhilan.

......In my previous life, I just thought this thing was rare, but when I tried it again in this life, I felt my face was dry and burning.

"Add some aloe vera juice or goat's milk, and bring it to me for a try." Shen Xiyue instructed carefully: "And add some goat's milk to the fat from the tender skin of our Western Xinjiang people."

"Yes." Lvliu was also interested in these novel things and was very excited.

The Princess's Mansion was busy. The first batch of scented soaps, ointments and perfumed creams had already been put in the shop. At first, they were not trying to make money, but just wanted to quickly make a name for themselves.

Shen Xiyue gave the new shop a new name, Mixiang.

In order to spread its fame quickly, Mixianglou cut the fragrant pancreas into small pieces, put them in sachets, and gave one to every household of the noble ladies who came back to attend the snow-viewing banquet.

Murong Xuan has not shown up in the past few days, and is busy planning to marry her.

The end of the year is getting closer and closer.

Shen Xiyue's father and mother were finally arriving in the capital.

Shen Jianshan has been guarding the Western Frontier for more than 20 years and has returned to the capital only a handful of times. In order to show the emperor's appreciation and the royal family's grace, Emperor You'an decided to send a prince to the city gate to welcome the Marquis of Zhenxi.

Prince Yao is still in Jingchu dealing with the salt shortage, the second prince Prince Rui is a coward and cannot show himself up in public, and the crown prince is weak, so the fourth prince Prince Duan is the most suitable person.

But for some unknown reason, as soon as the emperor's oral order reached Prince Duan's mansion, Prince Duan caught a cold and fell ill.

Therefore, this task had to fall on the prince again.

Murong Xuan bowed respectfully to the emperor and said, "Don't worry, father. I have been feeling much better recently. There will be no mistakes in welcoming the Marquis of Zhenxi."

Emperor You'an nodded with satisfaction: "Prince, I am very pleased that you can now share my worries."

However, some civil and military officials in the court were dissatisfied with this, saying that it was too grand for the crown prince to come out to welcome a marquis.

Murong Xuan said calmly, "Lord Shen is loyal to Dashun. If Censor Zhang is willing to give up his pen and join the army, and go to the Western Frontier to guard for twenty years, I will not only go out of the city gate to welcome you, but I will also feed you meals and tea."

Anyone who dares to stop me from meeting my future father-in-law is really asking for trouble.

The ridiculed Zhang Yushi: "......"

So Murong Xuan, like a peacock spreading its tail, brought the Ministry of Rites' ceremonial guard and went to the Princess' Mansion to pick up Shen Xiyue first, and then went out of the city to meet her.

Shen Xiyue had already changed her clothes. Even though she knew that the emperor had also sent someone to greet her father, she was still startled when she saw Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan was wearing a thick black cloak with a collar covered in luxurious snow-white tiger fur. The five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the chest of his clothes was faintly visible. He wore a jade crown with his hair tied up, and his jet-black hair was all up. He did not look weak or sick at all, and he looked full of energy and spirit.

Shen Xiyue put her hand on her forehead: "......"

What's going on? Doesn't he usually pretend to be weak and sickly?

I haven't seen him for a few days. Why is he so energetic now?

Before she could wait for anything, she saw the mighty guard of honor behind Murong Xuan, which made her heart tremble: "Your Highness, there is no need to do this, right?"

"Lord Shen is loyal to his emperor and loves his country. This is also what the emperor meant." In front of everyone, Murong Xuan pretended to be very serious and said in a gentle voice: "Princess Huayang, don't worry."

Shen Xiyue: "......"

He had clearly said repeatedly that he would propose marriage to her father when he arrived. Who would believe him when he said such high-sounding words now?

But at this moment, with so many eyes watching her, she couldn't say anything... What else could she do? Shen Xiyue naturally couldn't refuse. She bowed to him, got on the carriage, followed Murong Xuan's team, and went out of the city gate.

The Ministry of Rites' guards were already waiting at the city gate. Just after noon, a group of dark shadows were seen slowly approaching from afar.

The man in the front was riding a tall horse, his back was straight, his face was weathered, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. Shen Xiyue immediately became excited. It was her father!

Behind it was an ancient carriage with guards on both sides, and behind it followed a heavily armed escort team.

Murong Xuan immediately raised his hand, and the ceremonial guard of the Ministry of Rites began to practice. Many people gathered at the city gate to watch the fun. They were holding baskets filled with embroidered sachets, flower branches and other things, and they lined the road to welcome Shen Jianshan.

Shen Jianshan tightened the reins, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and saluted Murong Xuan with his hands clasped: "Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Murong Xuan quickly stepped aside to help Shen Jianshan, his eyes full of gratitude: "Lord Shen, please get up quickly. It's been so long since we last met, and you have become much more mature... You guarded the Western Frontier for my father, and you are a meritorious official of Dashun. It is my honor to come and welcome you today."

Shen Jianshan was wearing a dark robe. He looked Murong Xuan up and down. Seeing that Murong Xuan was full of energy and vigor, and no longer the thin and lonely boy he was when he was young in the Shen family military camp, he curved the corners of his lips in praise. Not bad, really not bad!

He laughed loudly and said, "Well, since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has praised me, all these years of hard work have not been in vain."

"Dad!" Shen Xiyue couldn't wait any longer and ran towards her father. She only shouted one sentence and then couldn't help crying: "Dad, I miss you so much."

"Silly girl, isn't daddy here? Don't cry, don't cry!" Shen Jianshan was a tough guy. What he hated most was seeing his wife and children cry. Seeing his daughter crying like this, he felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.

He knew very well the grievances his daughter had suffered in the capital.

He wanted to wipe his daughter's tears, but he was worried that the calluses on his hands would hurt her face.

Finally, he withdrew his hand, patted his daughter's shoulder, and pointed to the carriage behind: "Go and see your mother."

Shen Xiyue looked over and saw that the curtain of the carriage had been impatiently lifted. A middle-aged woman was looking at her with tears in her eyes. She was wearing a bright red fox-tail cape and an embroidered skirt, which were the most fashionable styles in the capital. The woman was almost forty years old, but she looked as well-maintained as if she was in her early twenties. It was her mother, Song Yingzhao.

"Yue'er!"

"Mom!" Shen Xiyue rushed over in two steps. Mother's arms were fragrant and warm, with a faint scent of grass. Being in Mother's arms was the safest place in the world.

"Don't cry, Yue'er. Your parents will take care of it for you."

Madam Shen held Shen Xiyue in her arms and felt that her face had become thinner, and the innocence and liveliness in her eyes were gone. She felt so distressed: "Mother told your father that this time we must sue the Qi family! That Marquis Qi relied on the fact that he was the brother of the imperial concubine to disregard our Shen family. We must call him..."

"Mother..." Shen Xiyue interrupted her mother awkwardly, "Lord Qi has been beheaded in the street!"

Mrs. Shen was stunned and blinked: "Ah?"

Shen Xiyue stretched out her hand and scratched her head: "...It's a long story, anyway, he is gone."

"What about Qi Xun?"

"The emperor ordered his bones to be broken, and now he's still sitting in a wheelchair?"

"..."

"..."

Madam Shen said angrily, "This is retribution!"

Outside, Murong Xuan and Lord Shen talked about old times. Seeing that the ceremonial procession of the Ministry of Rites had finished, Murong Xuan politely said, "Lord Shen, it's freezing cold, why don't you go back to the Princess's Mansion first? In two days, my father will hold a banquet in the palace to welcome you."

Shen Jianshan nodded: "Everything will be subject to the arrangements of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."