All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

Prince Yu couldn't let go of the painting. He held the scroll in both hands and solemnly invited Bu Ji to go into the house.

"Sister-in-law, please come in quickly."

"Ke Yan, make a pot of moss tea."

He sat astride the long bench, lifted his robe, raised one leg, and put one foot on the bench.

He spread out the scroll in his hand, picked up the crystal stone on the table, leaned over the scroll, and used the crystal stone to magnify the peaks in the painting and look at them carefully.

Ke Yan clasped his hands together and responded, then turned and walked out.

Bu Ji laughed out loud and said.

"Your Highness is really informal, just like a wandering knight."

Prince Yu raised his head, put down his right leg from the bench, weighed the crystal stone in his hand, lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Yes, I left Beijing when I was eighteen and traveled around the world. I am naturally different from those high-ranking officials and nobles."

"Take this crystal stone for example. I got it from a Tuerut tribe member. It has the miraculous effect of magnifying paintings."

Bu Ji nodded, thinking that the crystal stone in his hand was probably an ancient magnifying glass, and the Tuva tribe he mentioned should be one of the sixteen Mongolian tribes.

"You've been to the Northeast, where the winters are very cold."

Prince Yu played with the crystal stone in his hand, looked at her meaningfully, and asked.

"Sister-in-law, you know that the Tuerhe tribe is in the northeast corner, and you also know that it is extremely cold there in winter. Have you been there or heard about it?"

Censor Bu was a Beijing official who had never left the capital in his life. How could Bu Ji, his daughter, know about the Turkestan tribe?

Bu Ji sat up straight, swallowed, bent down to adjust her skirt, and answered in a flat tone.

"How could I have been there or heard of it? I just read an ancient book before, and it recorded this."

When people are at a loss, they pretend to be busy.

If she were given a ball of wool, she could now knit a scarf in a hurry.

Prince Yu believed it.

It was well known that Bu Yushi was a civil servant who was good at debate and book collecting. It was not surprising that he had ancient books recording the customs and scenery of remote places in his home.

However, before one thing was solved, another one arose, and he asked about the origin of the painting on the table.

"Sister-in-law, I dare not accept this painting of unknown origin."

Bu Ji was stunned, but luckily he had already prepared an excuse.

Based on Li'er's words of dissuasion, she could guess roughly that this painting was a gift from a friend, and she only brought this treasure with her when she entered the palace.

"It was given to me by a friend before I entered the palace. My father has many followers, many of whom like to collect calligraphy and paintings."

"When I entered the imperial palace for selection, he gave me this painting to bring me good luck."

"That way, I feel relieved."

Prince Yu laughed, took the tea brought in by Ke Yan, and poured one for Bu Ji himself.

The cup was light yellow in color, with a small arrow-shaped green leaf swaying in the water. The faint fragrance spread all at once, filling the whole room with the faint aroma of tea.

His smile was different from the emperor's, without the downward-curved corners of his eyes and without the dark and ambiguous color in his eyes.

His smile was just happiness, without any other emotion.

Bu Ji breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the small cup between his thumb and index finger, brought it to his mouth, took a few breaths, and then sipped the tea.

Her eyes lit up and she looked at Prince Yu.

This tea is completely different from the one in the palace. Although the tea in the palace is good, it is difficult to taste the feeling of freedom in the countryside.

Seeing that she liked it, Prince Yu waved at Ke Yan and said.

"Go get the tea cakes I brought back from outside the palace, and pack one up and send it to Yikun Palace."

Bu Ji put down the cup in her hand and wanted to refuse. After all, one should not accept rewards without doing anything. She didn't want to be on the same boat with anyone too early.

Although Prince Yu was kind, he was considered an outsider in the palace. What did it mean that she accepted the tea cake?

"No need, this tea cake..."

"This tea cake is also my brother's favorite these days."

Prince Yu gave her a look, and the smile on his lips became even more intense.

Bu Ji blinked and remained silent for a moment.

Li Ji?

What does her drinking tea have to do with Li Ji?

Oh, His Royal Highness Prince Yu calls her the Imperial Sister-in-law...I guess he is trying to match her up with Li Ji.

If Bu Ji had refused openly, he would have been suspicious, so he finally nodded and accepted the moss tea cake.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"The emperor's sister-in-law is being distant with me."

"You gave me a painting, and I gave you tea. This is a gift of reciprocity."

Prince Yu relaxed his brows first. He couldn't take things for nothing. After all, the person who saved her was her brother, not him.

He was forced to impersonate someone else. It would have been fine if he had just heard the words of thanks, but he even wanted to accept a thank-you gift. That was really unscrupulous of him.

But he really liked the painting and couldn't bear to refuse, so he gave her his treasured tea cake.

It just so happened that the emperor also liked it. After she accepted it, she made it for him to drink in the palace, which would help her gain more favor.

Bu Ji listened to his words and always felt that something was wrong. She clearly came to thank him, so how did it become something he gave to her?

She drank another cup of tea and lowered her eyes in thought.

The two of them sat quietly. Li'er walked in from outside and stood beside the screen. Seeing her master's face flushed from drinking tea, she hesitated to speak.

"My Lord..."

Bu Ji understood what she meant, straightened his sleeves, and stood up.

"Your Highness Prince Yu, it's getting late. Sorry for bothering me. I should go back now."

She looked out the window and it was already past three quarters past the hour of the twilight. It would be bad if she didn't go back.

There's not even a watch, it's so tiring.

"Okay, I'll take the Empress Dowager off."

Prince Yu followed her out, his posture as straight as a pine tree and his gait as smooth as the wind, like a handsome man walking out of a painting.

He has a face exactly like the emperor, but his style is completely different.

No matter how similar these two people are, Bu Ji feels that he will not make a mistake.

Bu Ji looked back at him, nodded slightly, and led Li'er out of Yongshou Hall.

When Prince Yu returned to the room, he was surprised to find Ke Yan there. She was standing by the table with her back to the door, her head slightly lowered as if she was looking at something.

"Ke Yan."

Prince Yu called her softly.

Ke Yan immediately turned around, holding an exquisite sachet in her hand, and looked at Prince Yu with a happy smile.

"Your Highness, look, it looks like the scented bag that the noble lady lost."

She raised her hand and showed it to Prince Yu, as if it was the first time she saw such a little toy for girls.

Prince Yu glanced coldly at the thing in her hand, his tone indifferent.

"You will personally deliver this sachet to Yikun Palace tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Ke Yan's eyes lost their luster in an instant. He retracted his hand and stared at the sachet in his hand reluctantly.

A round brocade sachet with a hundred butterflies and flowers, exuding a sweet wood honey scent through the fabric.

She had never owned such a fragrant, exquisite and delicate girl's thing before. His Highness often said that she was different from those girls and didn't need to learn from them.

She originally thought that His Highness was the most special to her, with that unique kind of love that a man has for a woman.

But today she saw another kind of emotion in Prince Yu's eyes. He clearly liked beautiful ladies as charming and attractive as the noble lady, and his eyes were almost glued to her.

Ke Yan walked out obediently, turned the corner, and ran into her room without looking back.

The lights in the west wing of Yongshou Hall were on all night long. The dim candlelight shone on the paper-pasted windows, swaying from time to time.

A small figure was sitting at the table, holding what seemed to be cloth and needle and thread in his hands. From time to time, he was forced to retract his fingertips, and a muffled "hissing" sound of pain could be heard.