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

After coming out of the tunnel, Lu Yun let out a long breath and blew on the fire stick to light it. Lu Yun read the information on the paper at a glance and fell into deep thought.

Emperor Longqing only gave her one task, which was to deliver the stamped note to Zhao Duan, Earl of Dingyuan.

Lu Yun, dressed as a man, sat in the teahouse. According to the information Liu Qing had inquired about, this was the only way for Dingyuanbo to get off work. If nothing unexpected happened, Lu Yun glanced at the sky outside the window and knew that within a cup of tea, Dingyuanbo's carriage would appear on the street downstairs.

Lu Yun tapped the tabletop slowly with her fingers, her eyes fixed on Liu and her ears paying attention to the movements in the teahouse.

A crisp bell sounded, and Lu Yun's nerves immediately tensed up. A carriage appeared in her sight. Under the eaves of the carriage hung a small lantern with the big word "Zhao" written on it.

Just as Lu Yun had a thought, she felt several eyes flashing over her from behind, forcing her to suppress the thought. Standing straight with a calm expression, Lu Yun walked down the stairs. Hearing footsteps behind her, Lu Yun continued walking without turning back until she passed Dingyuan Bo's carriage, and the footsteps following her disappeared.

Everyone in the court knew that Dingyuan Bo was Emperor Longqing's close confidant, and the prince must have secretly sent people to monitor his every move.

Returning to the mansion, Dingyuan Bo was not surprised to see his younger brother Zhao Fang. "Come in and talk."

A moment later, the study door opened, and Uncle Dingyuan smiled and said goodbye to his brother, "I know everything about Brother Yu. I will help you keep an eye on it."

Master Zhao Er also smiled and bowed.

It seemed as if the two brothers were just chatting casually, and the prying eyes finally disappeared.

When her husband came back, Ma was sitting in the house, thinking about the family shop and land. "How are they doing?"

Master Zhao Er said with a hint of sadness, "Big brother said it's okay, don't worry."

Ma lowered her eyes and said nothing more.

Just when Lu Yun didn't know how to hand the note in her hand to Dingyuan Bo, Dingyuan Bo's door opened and shrill cries came from inside.

"Master, the old lady is dead."

Dingyuan Bo knelt at the head of Lady Wan's bed, his eyes filled with grief, "Mother, I am an unfilial son." Master Zhao Er knelt beside his eldest brother and shed silent tears.

The Crown Prince arrived at the Purple Palace, his expression uncertain. "Father, the old lady of the Dingyuan Earl's family has passed away. This is the memorial he submitted." Emperor Longqing coughed softly. "Old Lady Wan has been bedridden for many days. The Dingyuan Earl was a loyal minister. You should send a funeral gift to express your condolences."

The prince threw the memorial aside and said, "Father, I have been in mourning for my mother for three years. Do you think I should allow him to leave the capital and return home with the coffin?"

Long Qing coughed again, "According to the rules, we won't take away someone's feelings easily."

The prince narrowed his eyes and said, "I also think so. Why not let him return home and wait until he has completed his mourning period before returning?"

In front of the old lady's mourning hall, Dingyuan Bo, wearing mourning clothes, led the entire court to kneel down to receive the imperial edict. The eunuch in red handed the imperial edict to Zhao Duan, "Master Zhao, please do not let down His Highness's efforts. The court cannot do without you now."

The prince lay on the couch, and after listening to the report of the eunuch in red, he could not hide his pride, "Tell me, if I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?" In the past, the Eastern Palace had tried to show goodwill to Ding Yuanbo, but he was determined to be a loyal minister and did not have him, the prince, in his eyes at all.

Cui Liangdi leaned over him, her white hands roaming all over his body, her voice sweet, "Your Highness, I once lived with Dingyuan Bo for a while, and I have always been grateful."

The prince said lazily, "It seems they treat you well."

A glint flashed in Cui Liangdi's eyes. "As long as I have food and drink under someone else's roof, I am content."

The prince opened his eyes and pinched her pointed chin with two fingers. "Oh, has my beloved concubine suffered a lot in their family? For my sake, how about letting the second branch of the Zhao family carry the coffin back home?"

Cui Liangdi's smile froze slightly. "Your Highness, the Zhao family's second branch is indeed very good to me."

The prince applied a little pressure to his fingers. "Oh, my beloved concubine, please don't lie. It's strange. You said that Zhao Sicheng, the young master Zhao, is not young anymore, so why hasn't he married yet? Do you know the reason, my beloved concubine?"

Cui Liangdi forced a smile and said, "I have lived in the deep palace for a long time. How can I know what is going on outside? Your Highness, please don't joke with me."

The prince released his hand and gently stroked her cheek. "I'm just curious, my beloved, don't be nervous."

During the period of mourning at the Dingyuan Marquis' mansion, security was relaxed, and Lu Yun, disguised as a servant, slipped into the mansion among the servants. Carrying a bundle of yellow paper, Lu Yun followed a procession of incense and candles into the mourning hall. The rich aroma of incense filled the air. A large coffin sat in the center, and kneeling on cushions around it were the masters of the two families, among whom was Master Xiao Zhao. Afraid of being recognized, Lu Yun lowered her head and quickly approached the Dingyuan Marquis. Taking the opportunity to replenish the yellow paper, she quickly slipped the slip into his hands.

Dingyuan Bo's expression was visibly stunned. He calmly looked at the servant beside him. He had recognized Lu Yun. Lu Yun lowered her eyes, holding the yellow paper, and stood up to add paper to each person. Finally, she turned and disappeared into the mourning hall.

Zhao Qingyu had been on guard for a whole day and night. He handed the yellow paper in his hand to his second cousin, dragged his tired body to the inner room for rest, and told Wenzhu to watch the door. Zhao Qingyu planned to take a short rest.

The surroundings gradually fell silent. Zhao Qingyu vaguely realized that someone was looking at him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a person sitting beside the bed.

"You——" Zhao Qingyu looked alert. "Who are you?"

Cui Lanxi, who was dressed in a maid's clothes, said softly, "Third brother, don't you remember me? I am Lanxi."

Zhao Qingyu was stunned and immediately knelt on the ground. "Greetings, Cui Liangdi,"

Cui Lanxi reached out to help him up, but he avoided her as if afraid of getting dirty. Her voice turned cold, "Do you dislike me?"

Zhao Qingyu: "Your Majesty is a noble lady in the palace and should not be here. Please return to the palace as soon as possible."

Cui Lanxi's expression softened. "Don't worry about me. Everything has been arranged. Don't worry. The old lady took good care of me when she was alive. I heard that you haven't married yet?"

Zhao Qingyu: "My reputation is tarnished, and I dare not implicate the noble lady of an aristocratic family."

Cui Lanxi's smile widened. "So it's true? Do you have a woman in mind?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Cui Lanxi chuckled. "Could it be that Third Brother is still thinking about Miss Lu? Oh, that's not right!" Cui Lanxi laughed even more happily. "The Lu family has already expelled her. She is now an abandoned woman!"

Zhao Qingyu finally raised his eyes, his gaze cold. "This is a matter of my family, so please don't worry about it, Your Majesty."

Cui Lanxi's smile froze on her face, and she was agitated. "Family matters? She's the abandoned wife of the Third Prince. How dare you!" After a moment, she regained her composure. "Third brother, why don't you just listen to me? How about I find you another one?"

Zhao Qingyu was extremely indifferent. "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. However, I am in deep mourning. I still have to keep vigil, so I will take my leave now."

Cui Lanxi felt that the jealousy in her heart was about to burn her rationality to ashes. Why was it that the thing that I tried so hard to get but couldn't get, someone would willingly give it to her without even having to raise a hand!

She, Lu Ling, is already a fallen beauty, why?

In the brilliantly lit East Palace, the Crown Prince leaned over the incense burner on the table, his face intoxicated. "My beloved, what did you say?"

Cui Lanxi closed the incense box in her hand and said, "Your Highness, I am just thinking of a few things from my youth. Back then, I had a great time with the eldest daughter of the Lu family, as well as the sisters Qingbo and Qinglu. Back then, although the eldest daughter of the Lu family, Lu Ling, was still young, she boarded the boat to seek love right after participating in the outing."

The prince closed his eyes and said, "Yeah, you're right."

"Your Highness? Are you listening to what I am saying?" Cui Lanxi turned aside in anger.

The prince opened his eyes, sat up straight, and straightened his clothes. "Ah, my beloved concubine, what do you want to say?"

Seeing his unhappy expression, Cui Lanxi adjusted her tone and said, "I want to invite her to come to the palace and have a seat."

"The eldest daughter of the Lu family, the one who was expelled from the palace by the third prince?" The prince smiled. "Now is a special time. If my beloved concubine really misses her, you can invite her to stay in the palace for a few days after this period."