Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Yue Zihuan's servant stuffed the letter into his arms and found an excuse to leave Dingbei Palace.

This was not the first time he helped Yue Zihuan deliver a message, and he was very familiar with the place.

But for the sake of caution, the servant remained alert all the way and looked back every twenty steps.

Today, he didn't find anyone following him, which made the servant feel relieved temporarily.

If this mission fails, the eldest master might want him to pay with his life.

When they arrived at the dessert shop in Lihua Lane, the boy went in and bought a bag of crispy candies. He covered his hands with his sleeves when paying and handed the letter to the shopkeeper.

The owner of the dessert shop was a capable lady in her early thirties with a flowered scarf wrapped around her head. She took the letter without changing her expression, gave the servant change with a smile, and said, "Come again next time." She twisted her waist and went into the kitchen, handing the letter to the servant who was chopping wood.

The woodcutter wiped his hands on his body, took the letter, went into the kitchen, opened the side door and entered the storage room, then pushed open another door from the pitch-black storage room and entered an uninhabited house.

He walked through the courtyard with ease and knocked three times on a side door, and someone on the other side opened the door.

The woodcutter lowered his head, handed over the letter, turned around and walked away without even looking up.

The person who received the letter was a maid, who was wearing plain satin in a dull color. It looked simple but was actually very expensive.

Mammy walked through several corridors and came to the pavilion:

"Miss, there's a letter from the shop."

The young girl in fox fur in the pavilion turned around, her cold eyes showing a hint of joy:

"A letter from Dingbei Palace?"

She stretched out her white hand to take the letter, read the words "Dear Mr. Lu" on the envelope, and her frown suddenly relaxed:

"This Yue Zihuan does have some ideas after all."

The nanny lovingly brushed the snowflakes off the girl's black hair:

"It's because the young lady is smart. He has received many pointers from the young lady in the past few years. If he doesn't get wise now, he will be a real fool."

Feng Xiaolou's pink lips curved slightly. Her wet nurse loved to praise her intelligence whenever she had nothing to do. If it weren't for her amazing self-control, she would really have lost herself.

It doesn’t matter. When she realizes her wish in the future, everyone around her will be such a sweet-talking person.

She opened the envelope and quickly scanned its contents.

Then she chuckled.

Sure enough, it fits her stereotype of some scholars. Yue Zihuan insisted on Lu Changhuai's identity in every word and sentence, and directly raised Yue Ran's reputation to a level that would damage the entire Lu family's century-old reputation. Although the wording was euphemistic, every sentence forced Lu Changhuai to come forward and reprimand Yue Ran for his misconduct.

At the end of the letter, he even wrote that he would rather Lu Changhuai never acknowledge him as his nephew, but he also wanted Lu Changhuai to teach Yue Ran a lesson to appease the people in the world.

Whenever Feng Xiaolou thought of Lu Changhuai, he couldn't help but feel itchy.

Her mother was also a daughter of the Lu family, so she could also call Lu Changhuai uncle.

But over the years, her mother took her to visit the Lu family several times, but she couldn't even get through the door.

The Lu family only knew that there was Lu Qingyue's daughter Yue Ran in the capital, but they didn't know about Lu Qingrong's daughter Feng Xiaolou.

When Lu Changhuai was away, he neither recognized her nor Yue Zihuan's brothers.

It was with this excuse that she seized upon Yue Zihuan's worries, gradually broke down his psychological defenses, and eventually became his confidante who shared his fate with him.

Now it seems that choosing Yue Zihuan as her insider in Dingbei Palace was indeed a brilliant move.

Feng Xiaolou carefully sealed the letter with wax and handed it to the wet nurse:

"Send it to Lu's by express horse this afternoon."

She wanted to see how Mrs. Lu, who always valued her reputation and kicked her and her daughter out of the house, would deal with Yue Ran's infidelity before marriage.

It’s a pity that she lost contact with Hall after he entered the Princess’s Mansion. Otherwise, she would have let Hall come forward and say something about the matter, which would have been more effective.

The last time Hall entered Lihua Lane, Feng Xiaolou also asked about it in detail.

The orc boy was stubborn. He said he didn't like Yue Ran and he would never touch Yue Ran even if he was beaten to death. He didn't even have a girl's private belongings.

Feng Xiaolou was planning in his mind to find an opportunity to let Hall and Yue Ran be alone together. As long as Hall was willing to take the risk and seduce Yue Ran, there would definitely be something good to watch later.

Dingbei Palace.

When Yue Zihuan saw the servant return safely, he knew that this plan was more than half successful. He looked much more relaxed and returned to the appearance of a handsome and elegant nobleman.

Just now, Song came to Yue Zihuan's courtyard on the pretext of saying goodbye.

As soon as she saw her eldest son, Song burst into tears.

"Is your father crazy? He would do this for his daughter whose reputation has been ruined."

She pulled Yue Zihuan's sleeve and cried:

"I am his principal wife. If I go to the family temple, who will still treat me as a princess?"

She had not enjoyed her wealth and glory for a few years. If the news of her being sent to the ancestral temple spread outside the palace, she would never be able to go out and see people again.

Yue Zihuan patiently coaxed Song:

"Mother, my father is angry right now. After a while, he will find that no one in the capital dares to marry Yue Ran, and he will naturally get anxious. Then he will remember the good things about you."

"Besides you, who else can arrange a marriage for Yue Ran?"

Song felt better after hearing this. She wiped away her tears and snorted coldly:

"Fortunately, you and I have made arrangements. Those two bitches will never get pregnant even if they serve the prince every day."

Yue Yuan, the King of Dingbei, will only have two sons in his life, Yue Zihuan and Yue Ziyu.

No matter which son inherits the throne in the future, she will be the undisputed old princess!

Her best days are yet to come.

Yue Zihuan just smiled and said nothing.

Ever since the old princess passed away and Yue Ran went to war, his mother has been in charge of his father's food, clothing, and medicine.

Over the years, they have made a lot of arrangements.

My father's inability to get anyone pregnant again was just part of the plan.

It’s a pity that once my mother goes to the family temple, I can no longer interfere with my father’s use of medicine.

Song suddenly hesitated and said:

"Zihuan, I always feel that your father's health seems to be getting better."

She recalled that Yue Yuan smashed a pearwood coffee table in the main hall with a slap, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Normally, your father should take a few breaths when he speaks now."

She had tampered with the medicine in the mansion. As long as Yue Yuan continued to take the medicine, his condition should not improve.

Upon hearing this, Yue Zihuan raised his head and looked towards Song with a sinister look in his eyes.

Was he discovered? Absolutely not!

Whatever the mother and son did to the medicine must not be discovered by Yue Ran.

However, those medicines were sent by Xiaolou. Their appearance and smell were no different from the medicines sent by Zhang Bujiu. Unless Zhang Bujiu himself came, others would not be able to tell anything.

"My son will pay attention to my father's medicine. Mother, it's getting late. You should set off."

The ancestral temple of Prince Dingbei was built next to the Yue family ancestral hall. Except for a concubine who violated the seven grounds for divorce and lived there until her death, no one else has entered since then.

When Song thought of the desolate appearance of the ancestral temple, she felt extremely sad.

"Son, you must bring mother back as soon as possible!"

After seeing Song off, Yue Zihuan sat alone in the study, thinking gloomily about where the Dingbei King's medicines were stored in the palace.

If it doesn't work, just burn it!

Outside the window, snowflakes fluttered and fell on the branches, looking spotless.

Two days later, the green plum blossoms were in full bloom in the Imperial Garden. The Empress Dowager was in high spirits and decided to hold a plum blossom viewing banquet.

Yue Ran was also on the banquet list.