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

Wait. "The footsteps behind him came closer and closer. Zhao Qingyu walked to a distance of only an arm's length from her and stopped. His voice was more eager than he had expected. "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Lu Ling turned around to look at him. The man in front of her was tall and thin, with a pale face that was slightly flushed, a pair of slightly sunken eye sockets, and a circle of blue stubble on his chin. He looked very haggard.

The young man's facial features matched the young man standing among thousands of pear blossoms in his memory. Lu Ling took a step back and lowered her head. "Mr. Zhao, there is no need to be so polite." After saying that, she turned around and left quickly.

Wenzhu, holding a cloak, came out of the shadows at this time, put the cloak on the young master, and muttered, "Young master, Master Lefan said that you have to stay in the temple for at least half a month before you can go back." As if afraid that the young master didn't understand, he whispered, "Qingping Temple is not the prince's inner residence, and the wife will come here to burn incense and worship Buddha when she has nothing to do. "Your legs are on your body, you can go anywhere you want. If it doesn't work out, you can go to the Qingxin Temple next door to become a Taoist monk.

After Zhao Qingyu returned, he had a fever again in the middle of the night. Wenzhu hurriedly asked Master Lufan for help. It turned out that the wound that was almost healed had broken open again. As usual, he prescribed some medicine for him to take orally and apply externally, and told him to have a good rest.

Before leaving, Master Liao Fan chanted the Buddha's name with a compassionate look on his face. "Donor Zhao, listen to what I have to say. If your heart does not move, you will not act rashly. If you do not move, you will not be hurt."

The potion seeped into the gaping wound, and the burning pain almost overwhelmed him. Zhao Qingyu's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He gritted his teeth and groaned, then opened his mouth weakly, "Master, have you ever had an obsession?"

Liao Fan smiled and said, "Donor Zhao, you are obsessed with appearances. What I mean is that before your body recovers, don't indulge your desires and harm yourself like you did today."

He was used to speaking Zen words, but he forgot that young people always like to overthink. Liao Fan smiled and shook his head, "Amitabha."

In the Eastern Palace, the Crown Princess spoke to the Crown Prince about his aunt's remarriage. The Crown Prince said gloomily, "It's just a small matter, you can handle it yourself." After saying that, he walked to Cui Liangdi's palace. Cui Liangdi heard the palace servant say that the prince had come, and she stood up to greet him.

Eight years had passed, yet time seemed to have left no trace on Cui Lanxi's face. Her pampered days in the palace had given her a more noble air. She wore a vibrant palace dress, her hair in a bun, a translucent pink peony on her head, and a golden tassel dangling from one side of her forehead. Her cheeks and eyes were smudged with smudges of red rouge. As she walked, her jewelry jingled and her clothes fluttered in the wind, a look of sheer luxury and splendor.

There was no trace of the cautious and careful demeanor he had shown when he lived in the Dingyuan Marquis's mansion.

Cui Lanxi stepped forward to pay her respects, but before she could even bend her knees, she was lifted up by a pair of hands. "My beloved, there's no need to be so polite." The prince took her hand and walked to the edge of the couch and sat down.

Cui Lanxi took a small white cup from the tray and said softly, "Your Highness, please moisten your throat with a cup of tea."

The prince took her hand and put the tea to his nose and sniffed it. "It smells so good. The tea in your palace is always more fragrant than that in other places. Drinking it makes my whole body feel relaxed." After saying that, he picked up the teacup and drank it. Then he threw the teacup away, locked the person tightly, and approached.

The heavy veils fell, and no trace of the person could be seen anymore.

When the Crown Princess received the news, she was furious, her teeth itching. She even tried to seduce His Highness in broad daylight. It was a good thing she hadn't given birth to a child in all these years, otherwise she wouldn't have had a place in the Eastern Palace. Let her go wild, and see how long she can keep her complacency by using her beauty to please others.

The prince lay on the bed, Cui Lanxi knelt beside him and waited carefully. "Your Highness, how is the strength?"

The prince closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes, your cooking skills have improved. Bring me another cup of the tea you just made."

Cui Lanxi looked at Tinglan and gently instructed, "Make another cup of tea, and make it a little weaker, otherwise His Highness might not be able to sleep well at night."

After a while, Tinglan came back with a tray.

Smelling the familiar fragrance, the prince opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. He took the tea bowl and took a sip slowly, frowning. "This weak tea lacks some flavor."

After saying that, he put down the teacup and got up from the bed.

Tinglan glanced at her master, then walked out with the tray in her hand without saying a word. She ran into Chongrui, the eunuch beside the prince. Tinglan kindly said that the prince was taking a bath, and Chongrui politely smiled and thanked her.

When she came back, the empress was the only one left in the room.

Cui Lanxi sat in front of the mirror, her black hair all draped behind her, and Anzhi was combing her hair.

“Everything is fine?”

"Your Majesty, I'm fine now." Tinglan replied in a low voice.

Cui Lanxi slowly closed her eyes.

In the study, after listening to Zhongrui's report, the prince's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water. "These rubbish, do you think they can control me?"

Chongrui looked at His Highness's expression and bowed forward. "Your Highness, I have already had all the clues in the capital related to the account book handled."

The Crown Prince smiled sarcastically upon hearing this. "Whether they believe it or not is of no concern. The key is whether Father believes it or not. Third brother's methods this time really impressed me. I wonder what Father would think if he knew about it?"

It must have been a very unpleasant feeling to have the chair under your butt stared at by two adult princes with covetous eyes.

The prince was surprised by the idea that popped into his mind, but strangely, he felt a little happy in his heart.

Chongrui continued, "Your Highness, has the official's wife given you a message?"

"What's wrong with her?" A hint of impatience flashed in the Crown Prince's eyes. If she hadn't taken the initiative to kill Master Lu's wife, there wouldn't be any trouble in the Dingyuan Marquis's mansion. From the Lu Tongzheng she had promised to marry, now she had become the Imperial College's Lu Jijiu. What use was there for a half-buried scholar?

"Madam Guan said that Your Highness should help persuade the two queens to revoke their decision." Chongrui lowered his head.

The prince was so angry that he laughed, "She really thinks she is my elder, what a fool!"

At Mei'an, upon hearing that she had been arranged by the Empress of the Palace to marry Lü Jijiu, Guan Shi went berserk, beating anyone and smashing anything she saw, leaving the house in a complete mess. Her hair was disheveled, her features distorted, and she looked like a madwoman. "Who the hell is Lü Jijiu? How dare he have such ambitions for me? He's not worthy!"

Thinking that she was about to marry an old man who could be her father, Guan felt sick. She was the sister of the late queen, the legitimate daughter of the Cheng'en Marquisate, and the aunt of the crown prince. They could never treat me like this!

When Madam Hou arrived, she heard the crackling noises and her sister-in-law's constant cursing. Even after years of management, she felt a little embarrassed. She quickly said to the obviously unwell Aunt Lu beside her, "Madam Lu, perhaps the servants made a mistake. My sister-in-law is good in every way except that she has a bad temper and a stubborn nature. Why don't you come back another day?"

Everyone in the room kept calling him an old man. Did they think she was deaf? Lu Rong said coldly, "Madam Hou, you don't have to be polite. Not only will Mei'an not talk about me, but our Lu family will not come here again."