The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

Lu Jijiu hesitated and said, "For the sake of the Crown Prince and Marquis Cheng'en, I'm afraid we have to carefully consider the betrothal gifts and wedding."

Hearing this, Lu Rong thought it meant a grand ceremony. Her eyes turned red. "With my mother in front, she is just a concubine! If you want to make it a grand ceremony, bypassing my mother, you should ask me for my consent!"

Lü Jijiu had a headache. "Forget it, forget it. Go back first and wait until things are settled."

When Lu Song returned home in the evening, he was much calmer than his sister. "Father, I think this matter is beneficial to our family. Guan is the prince's aunt. With this relationship, our Lu family may have a place in the capital in the future."

Lü Jijiu looked at his son's slightly immature face, which was full of ambition, and sighed deeply, "Song Ge'er, things in the court are not as simple as you think."

Luzon disagreed in his heart, "Father, since this is the palace's intention, our family can only obey. But I think all the necessary ceremonies must be performed, otherwise I'm afraid we will be criticized." Lu Jijiu remained silent after hearing this.

Luzon continued to speak, "If you are worried about my sister, please rest assured. I will definitely convince her to agree."

Looking at his son, who was always talking about benefits, Lü Jijiu suddenly asked, "Song Ge'er, do you still remember your mother?"

Luzon was stunned for a long moment before he said, "Of course I remember." As he said this, he subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at his toes.

The men sent by Dingyuan Marquis's mansion to Luzhou to fetch the two young masters had run away empty-handed. After learning from the farmer's family that the two young masters had been taken back to Kyoto by a master named Zhang, they hurried back.

At this time, Prince Zhao Mingyuan had been sent back to Dingyuan Bo's mansion by Lu Yun. Dingyuan Bo immediately prepared a cart of gifts and sent it to the hot spring villa.

Another carriage was prepared to take him to Qingping Temple, and the second master and the mistress of the main house followed. At the temple, through a window, Ma finally saw the son she had missed so much. She leaned on her husband's shoulder and cried breathlessly. Nanny Song also shed many tears.

Master Le Fan was a skilled doctor. When Lu Tongyi heard the master say that Qingyu was weak and had just subsided from a high fever, it was not suitable for him to move. He needed to rest for at least half a month before going down the mountain, he persuaded his wife to give up the idea of taking Qingyu down the mountain immediately.

After returning home, he sent a cart of various medicinal materials according to the prescription. Ma donated three thousand taels of incense money to Qingping Temple, and told the monk in charge of reception without any hesitation that as long as her son was taken good care of, there would be another sum of money later.

The noise in front was heard from the back, and there was only a commotion. Lu Ling sent Xiang Xing to see what was going on. Xiang Xing left for a while and came back with the following message: "Madam, it's Madam Ma from the Dingyuan Marquis's residence who came to donate money for incense to the temple. The donation was large, so the noise was quite loud."

Lu Ling lowered her eyes and said, "I understand. You can go down."

Zhao Qingyu had been drowsy these days and slept all day long. It was not until he woke up in the afternoon that he learned that his mother and father had been to the temple.

His throat moved, and he raised his pale, thin face to look at the setting sun outside the window. His voice was dry, "Wenzhu, go give my mother a letter and tell her that I'm well again and will be able to go back in a few days. Please don't ask her to come."

Wen Zhu refused to move and gently advised, "Master, the Madam's hair is already more than half white. She looks much older than before we left the capital."

Zhao Qingyu coughed twice and spoke slowly, "Let me add one more thing. Xishan is located in a remote area. There's no need to travel back and forth. Please take care of yourself, mother, and don't worry."

Wenzhu happily agreed and went out to send someone to pass on the message.

He had been lying down for the past few days and his bones were aching. The scar on his chest had mostly healed. Zhao Qingyu carefully sat up from the bed. Wen Zhu put a cloak on the young master. "Young Master, the letter has been sent. The master said that when you can move again, going out for a walk will be beneficial to your recovery. We also have a terrace in front of the house. I think we should go there for a walk."

Zhao Qingyu nodded and slowly walked outside. It was already evening. Qingping Temple was a royal temple, built halfway up a mountain. Looking down, he saw a vast expanse of trees, and even further down, the dim lights of thousands of houses.

A chilly mountain breeze blew, lifting a corner of his cloak and revealing the moon-white robe beneath. Zhao Qingyu coughed twice more. Although it was a bit cold, it cleared his mind considerably.

From Luzhou to Kyoto, memories churned out from the depths of his memory, replaying before his eyes like a revolving lantern. When he was captured and tortured in Lianze County, he thought he was going to die there, but fortunately, he returned alive.

Wenzhu sensed someone behind him. He turned and saw a woman with half-draped black hair and a plain robe. Her eyes, clear as autumn water, stared at her young master's back. She looked very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then looked up in surprise. Just as he was about to speak, he realized the woman who had been there a moment ago had vanished, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion. Wen Zhu rubbed his eyes a few times, wondering if he was really seeing things.

Wenzhu followed the young master back to the house, his mind heavy. How could that person appear in the temple? Was he really seeing a ghost? Wenzhu remembered reading a storybook that specifically talked about the secrets of the imperial palace, which mentioned concubines using all means to take people's lives to win favor. He was shocked by his own speculation.

Young Master, I have something to say but I don’t know if I should say it or not. Wen Zhu frowned and looked at the Young Master, only to find that the Young Master was also looking at him. “What is it?”

Wenzhu: "Master, I just saw the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Ping'an."

Zhao Qingyu laughed at the words and was about to say, "Where did you see the eldest daughter of the Ping'an Marquis family?" Suddenly, he realized what was happening and froze. His brows, as bright as the breeze, instantly gathered with deep thoughts. The young man lowered his eyes, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his Adam's apple sliding up and down beneath his collar. His voice was hoarse and trembling, "Where did you see her?"

Wenzhu raised her hand and pointed to the terrace outside the house. "Master, just now you had your back to--" Before she could finish her words, she saw the young master had already walked out quickly. "Alas, young master." Wenzhu hurriedly took the cloak from the shelf and chased after him.

A half-moon hung alone above the terrace, and everywhere in sight was empty, not a single human figure in sight. Zhao Qingyu began to cough violently, his neck veins bulging as if he were about to cough through his chest. His eyes flushed slightly, and he slowly straightened up, giving a self-deprecating laugh. She was the prince's concubine, so how could she be in this mountain temple?

"Mr. Zhao, the cold in the mountains is biting. You should go back and rest."

A voice called out from behind. Zhao Qingyu paused and slowly turned his head. He saw a figure standing not far away, holding a dim palace lantern. She was draped in a white cloak and a hood, half of her face hidden, revealing a pair of sharp eyes, staring at him quietly.

Seeing him looking at her, Lu Ling lowered her eyes, picked up the lantern and turned around.