The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Youxue responded in a baby voice: "Yes, Master."

Arriving at the bathhouse, Linglong poured the prepared potion into the steaming water.

The light brown medicine swayed in the water, and mist billowed up instantly. Hot steam filled the entire hall, and the damp air was filled with the aroma of medicine.

The fingertips picked up the silk ribbon, and the black shirts fell to the ground...

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"Slave, Mu Nian wants to see the master."

The woman's voice was cheerful, but without any emotion in it.

Linglong, who was dozing off against the white stone pool wall, slowly opened her eyes.

"What's the matter?"

It seems that my puppet pill is very successful.

"General Yan Yan and Envoy Wen Shanchu request to see the Master."

Linglong stood up, and the sound of water splashed. On her porcelain-white skin, playful water drops rolled down along the curves, and her jade feet climbed up the steps. Her wet black hair slowly dried and was gathered behind her softly and silkily.

He reached out and took the light purple brocade shirt with dark patterns from the clothes rack, put it on, and left the bathhouse.

He glanced at Mu Nian who was kneeling on the ground and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Tsk, this thicker purple air! Sealing her feelings actually sealed her fortune back.

"Get up, lead the way."

"Yes, master." Mu Nian stood up and led the way, his eyes never raised at all.

Linglong was twirling the soul-calming bead in her hand. As soon as she stepped into the bookstore, she heard the friction sound of armor moving in unison.

Looking up, I saw soldiers kneeling in the well-decorated hall of the bookstore.

His eyes fell on the two women, one literary and one martial, who were standing abruptly. Before he could say anything, the woman in armor was the first to kneel on one knee.

"Your Highness, I am the General who guards Beichuan. I pay my respects to Her Royal Highness, the Princess. May Your Highness live a thousand years, a thousand thousand years, a thousand thousand years."

Wen Shanchu was next. He raised his hands to bow, then knelt down and rested his forehead on the back of his hands: "Your Highness, I am the Chief Justice and Imperial Envoy. I pay my respects to Your Highness. May Your Highness live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years."

(This is fictitious and not to be relied upon! Any similarity is purely coincidental!)

Linglong walked straight to the main seat without stopping and sat down.

Mu Nian, who was following behind Linglong, had already knelt on the ground when he heard Yan Yan's words.

There seemed to be a fleeting emotion in his lowered eyes, but he quickly returned to calm.

Linglong closed her eyes, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said coldly: "My two lords, you are having a nightmare."

The invisible pressure, without any deliberate effort, just a few words made the kneeling people straighten their backs.

Yan Yan sighed inwardly, she knew that what His Majesty had arranged was more tiring than going to the battlefield.

He moved his calf slightly and pushed Wen Shanchu beside him, with the clear intention of getting her to speak.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Wen Shanchu just wanted to play dumb.

Yan Yan stared, and as the atmosphere became more tense, he had to speak.

"You are Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess. His Majesty has issued an imperial decree yesterday."

Thinking of the instructions of Her Majesty the Empress, Yan Yan felt depressed. If the imperial edict was not announced or received by kneeling, the only one who could do it was the woman in front of him.

However, thinking of the last instructions given by the empress when she left this morning, Yan Yan quickly continued, "Your Highness, please don't rush to refuse! Take a look at these things first, then say it."

Yan Yan finished what he was going to say quickly. He stood up, put the tray in his hand on the table next to Linglong, stepped back a few steps, and knelt back beside Wen Shanchu, kicking her.

Linglong pretended not to see it and glanced sideways at the items on the tray.

His eyes were first attracted by a familiar-looking envelope, followed by a square brocade box, a golden token, and then a bright yellow imperial edict.

He wrapped the soul-calming bead around his wrist, raised his hand to pick up the envelope and opened it. The familiar scent of medicine wafted out, and he took out the letter inside and unfolded it.

On the letter paper decorated with gold and silk, the familiar and beautiful hairpin-flowered small calligraphy comes into view.

Every encounter we have had is past, things and people are no longer the same as they were before. Thinking too much and being jealous is self-inflicted, the cause and effect of this worldly matter turns into fate.

When fate ends, cause and effect become like passing dust and disperse on a strange road.

May all your wishes come true.

Mu Yunyu's last work.

Linglong stroked the two kinds of 'red plum' on the paper, one light and one dark, with complicated emotions.

My father really loved this cold-hearted emperor. He did blame him in his heart, but not much. Most of it was his own fault.

He sighed inwardly and carefully put away the envelope. He picked up the square brocade box, and a white jade seal with a phoenix spreading its wings appeared in front of Linglong.

Linglong probably understood what the empress meant.

May all your wishes come true.

Using her father to force her, she really is the empress who wants to control everything.

With a sneer on his lips, he closed the brocade box and didn't look at the remaining two things. He looked at Yan Yan and said lightly: "I will take the position of the crown lady." He pulled out a yellow envelope from his sleeve with his fingertips and flew it to Yan Yan: "This letter is for Her Majesty the Empress."

Judging from the actions of the empress and her father, the enemy she was looking for was probably in the imperial palace.

Sensing the sound of breaking wind, Yan Yan raised his hand to catch the oncoming envelope and clasped his fists: "Yes, Your Highness."

Yin Luo raised his eyes quietly, and the corners of his lips twitched violently for a moment.

We are used to seeing people burning incense and wearing gorgeous clothes to receive orders, but seeing this bold scene, one can't help but praise the person for being daring.

"Your Highness, I will leave one hundred officers and soldiers to protect Your Highness."

"No need." Linglong interrupted Yan Yan's next words with a calm voice, "I like quietness."

Yan Yan was stunned. He really didn't know who this Princess looked like. Her temperament was completely different from that of His Majesty. One appeared gentle and kind on the surface, but was actually rebellious.

One is frosty and distant, but in fact he is lazy and uninhibited.

At this time, Wen Shanchu, who had been silent, spoke up: "Your Highness, your holy body is noble, Your Highness, you need to change your self-proclaimed name."

Wen Shanchu almost bit her tongue after saying this. Why was she so rude? It was because of her that His Highness had faked his death to scare them last time.

The already awkward and solemn atmosphere became even more tense because of Wen Shanchu's words.

"Master, the princess of the Nanling Dynasty calls herself Gu."

The sudden sound of a baby voice in her consciousness made Linglong calm down.

Forget it, why bother with these native literati?

Wu Wen looked at Wen Shanchu with his eyes, stood up and said calmly: "Master Wen, you are as polite as always."

Wen Shanchu's forehead was already soaked with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to look up: "Your Highness, thank you for your compliment."

The delicate fingertips lightly touched the snow on the wrist, "Okay, go back! It won't be long, I will be back to Lingdu."

He turned and walked towards the backyard, thinking: "You are really a loner, self-deprecating and humble."

Hearing her master's disdain, Youxue touched the back of Linglong's hand with her snake tail.

"Master, don't worry about it."

The master probably hasn't noticed that his emotions are returning. He has become emotional and can complain.

The voices of farewell echoed throughout the bookstore: "Farewell to Her Royal Highness, Princess. May Your Highness live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years."

Mu Nian stood up tactfully, walked to where Linglong was sitting, picked up the tray, and followed Linglong quickly, not too far away.