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The two got off the carriage in silence and walked into the mansion side by side. In the hall, Song Yanshu was seen drinking tea leisurely. He actually did not leave but was waiting in the mansion. Murong Xuanyi's expression suddenly became solemn.

Song Yanshu noticed the two people coming and quickly stood up, saying with a smile: "You are finally back!"

Yuan Ying thought he was looking for Murong Xuanyi, so he turned around and prepared to go back to his own courtyard.

"Xiaoying, wait a moment. I'm looking for you!" Song Yanshu hurried forward and called softly.

Yuan Ying stopped in surprise: "What's the matter?"

Murong Xuanyi's face became increasingly gloomy. He now looked at this man and found him so annoying, like a leech attached to his bones.

Song Yanshu took out an exquisite brocade box from the table beside him and handed it to Yuan Ying: "This is for you."

He gently opened the brocade box, and a crystal clear, jade flute came into view. His eyes were full of tenderness, and he said softly, "I hope you like it."

Yuan Ying did not reach out to take it, but just glanced at it calmly and said softly: "This gift is too valuable, I won't accept it without merit."

Song Yanshu raised a gentle smile and said, "My life is much more valuable than this jade flute.

Yuan Ying was silent for a moment, and finally spoke: "I said, I saved you not for your reward. If you feel uneasy about this, then give me some money."

In Yuan Ying's opinion, the most difficult thing to repay in life is the debt of favor. Therefore, she is unwilling to owe favors to others if she can solve the problem with money.

This is Yuan Ying's principle, and perhaps others are the same. Then let him do it.

Then she took off the jade pendant from her belt and handed it to Song Yanshu, saying, "I'll give this back to you. I'm a rough person and don't understand these elegant things."

Since she heard Murong Xuanyi say that this was his personal belonging last time, she did not put it close to her body, but hung it directly on her belt. Of course, she knew what it meant to wear a man's personal belongings close to his body.

She was not stupid. He had only stuffed the jade pendant outside her inner garment, without it touching her skin.

These things were not very practical to her. If she pawned them, she would not bear to do so since they were family heirlooms. So it was better to use silver and money.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi raised his lips in satisfaction and said, "Yanshu, this is a family heirloom of your Song family. It is for you to marry a wife. How can you just give it away?"

After hearing what he said, Yuan Ying couldn't accept it anymore.

Song Yanshu showed embarrassment at being seen through, but he remained calm and said gently: "Marrying a wife is not something that can be done overnight. I will leave her with you for now and take her back on the day of my wedding."

Then he continued, "This flute is not valuable. I just think it suits you. Don't feel psychologically burdened." After that, he gave the flute to Yuan Ying and said goodbye and left the house.

Murong Xuanyi was in a good mood and snatched the jade pendant from Yuan Ying's hand and said, "I'll keep it for him. He said he already has someone he likes and they will probably get married soon."

Yuan Ying was eager to finally throw away this hot potato.

When she turned back to Tingyuxuan, Murong Xuanyi said from behind: "Xiaoying, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Yuan Ying turned around and looked at him in confusion.

Murong Xuanyi touched his nose and said unconfidently: "Xiaoying, my father wants to see you."

He knew how much she disliked their etiquette, and he was afraid she would not agree.

Yuan Ying frowned slightly: "Why does the emperor insist on seeing me? What will happen if I don't go?" She wondered in her heart whether this would lead to her death or whether it would affect Murong Xuanyi. Although she had never seen an emperor in ancient times, she had seen many on TV. It is easy to imagine that being with the emperor is like being with a tiger. She knew the power of the ancient emperor.

Murong Xuanyi said quickly: "My father learned that you cured the plague and wanted to thank you in person. Don't be afraid!"

Then he said: "You only need to pay your respects to your father."

"Do I have to go?" Yuan Ying asked. It wasn't that she was afraid, she just didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

Murong Xuanyi did not answer, but looked at her expectantly. He was afraid of scaring her, otherwise he wanted to ask his father to grant them marriage tomorrow.

"Okay then!" She went ahead and said, "Let's meet." She said that without even turning her head, she returned to Tingyu Pavilion.

Wan Qiu saw Yuan Ying coming back and happily went forward to greet him: "Master, you are finally back?"

Yuan Ying hummed lightly and returned to her room. She put the brocade box on the table and lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Wan Qiu saw that the young master was in a low mood and did not dare to say more.

Murong Xuanyi walked into the study and opened the zither covered with silk cloth. He sat in front of the zither, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. His slender fingers lightly touched the strings, and the music flowed out like a spring. His hands seemed to be endowed with magic, dancing on the strings, and every note was given life, with both low narration and passionate singing.

Yuan Ying stood up unconsciously, quietly appreciating the intoxicating sound of the piano, which was like the long autumn sky, making people fascinated...

The next day, Yuan Ying got up at Yinshi, and Wanyue got up early to help Yuan Ying wash and change clothes.

After half a year of hard work, her hair has grown long, from ear-length to shoulder-length.

She no longer uses other people's hair for extensions. She usually wears her hair in a bun, ties it up with a rubber band and then secures it with a ribbon.

When tying up her hair, Wan Qiu looked at Yuan Ying's short hair and asked in shock, "Sir, did you...cut your hair?"

Yuan Ying usually tied her hair into a bun. But today, she had to tie it up neatly before entering the palace, so she asked Wanqiu to help her.

In the ancient world, hair was very important. It was inherited from parents, and some punishments even involved cutting hair.

Yuan Ying said calmly: "Well! We can get our hair cut in our hometown, please help me tie it up."

After a while, Wanqiu helped her tie her hair up using the white jade hairpin that Murong Xuanyi had given her last night.

She truly admired the ancients, who could use just a hairpin to keep their hair neat and tidy.

I don’t know if it’s because of lack of training or the use of Hua Qiansong’s Jade Skin Cream, but looking at myself in the bronze mirror, I feel that I have become a lot whiter recently.

Yuan Ying was tall and graceful, wearing a red suit of fine silk, with black piping embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns, which complemented the mutton-fat jade hairpin on her head.

It cleverly sets off the extraordinary figure of a gorgeous nobleman.

The clothes and shoes were all personally delivered by Murong Xuanyi last night, and she didn't understand. She just wore them as they were supposed to be and they fit her perfectly.

After leaving the room, Yuan Ying saw Murong Xuanyi standing in the yard with his hands behind his back, his figure as tall as a pine or cypress.

He also changed into a red dragon robe and wore a jade crown, looking extremely dignified and noble.

Yuan Ying thought, do I have to wear red when meeting the emperor? Is this a rule of this dynasty?

Murong Xuanyi looked at Yuan Ying, who was dressed in a fiery red dress, with fluttering sleeves, which made her look bold and unrestrained, and his eyes lit up. She really suited red.

The two walked side by side towards the carriage. Xixi looked at the two red figures leaving from behind with a complicated expression.

"I always envy the jade carving man in the world, and God will give him a sweet girl." When will God have mercy on her prince and give him a gentle and intelligent beauty to accompany him? Then she will be worthy of the lady's entrustment.

Prince Jing's residence was not far from the Imperial Palace. It took only two quarters of an hour to reach the palace gate.

The architecture of the imperial city of Daxia is magnificent, with tall and majestic city walls, numerous palaces, and eaves with brackets, all of which demonstrate the dignity and authority of the royal family.

Many civil and military officials were queuing up at the palace gate to attend court, but Murong Xuanyi was a prince and did not need to queue with them.

The glazed tile roof shone like a golden island in the morning light. Murong Xuanyi whispered to comfort Yuan Ying all the way: "Don't be nervous, I will be with you all the time." Yuan Ying glanced at him and thought to himself: Which eye of his can see that I am nervous?

Murong Xuanyi arranged for a young eunuch to take her to a side hall and wait.

Maybe it was Murong Xuanyi who greeted her and was very respectful and friendly to her, and even prepared tea and snacks for her.

Yuan Ying was not polite. Since she didn't know when she could see the emperor, she decided to fill her stomach first. She was leisurely drinking tea and eating in the side hall when she suddenly heard a girl's surprised voice: "Yuan Ying, why are you here?"