Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Seeing Ning Luyang's gentle face, Jiang Lige felt annoyed and responded bluntly.

"Although Jiangnan spring tea is delicious, it's hard to drink it every day. I'm afraid Zhaohua doesn't have the leisure time like the Eighth Prince."

The implication is that I'm tired of drinking.

The price of spring tea in Jiangnan is not low. Ning Luyang has never set up a government office and has no official position. He relies on the monthly allocation from the palace for money. Naturally, he is not as wealthy as Jiang Lige.

Despite being ruthlessly bullied by Jiang Lige, Ning Luyang did not get angry, but smiled instead.

"When the scenery is beautiful, even if you don't drink tea, reciting poems and composing couplets is also a fun thing to do."

Reciting poems and composing couplets?

Arty!

No matter in past or present life, Ning Luyang has always been a person who considers himself noble.

He talks about all sorts of things, benevolence, righteousness and morality all the time, but his hands are covered in blood and he stepped on the corpses of countless people to get to the top.

Unfortunately, Jiang Lige was blind in his previous life and could not see clearly what was going on.

In order to please Ning Luyang, she studied music, chess, calligraphy and painting for a long time, but still did not get any favor from him.

Ridiculous!

While Jiang Lige was reminiscing, Ning Luyang had an idea. He opened his folding fan and spoke with emotion.

"The white snow melts with the return of spring, and the jade algae suddenly turn green all over the world. The beautiful girl leans over to gaze at the scenery of the Jade Pool, and the sparse string should pity the person in front of her."

It is obviously a description of the scenery, but the focus is on the last sentence.

The person in front of you who should be pitied, isn’t he referring to Ning Luyang himself?

Jiang Lige's expression remained unchanged, and Ning Luyang, who asked Qu Yi to please him, felt a little embarrassed. The eunuchs next to him hurriedly applauded and praised him.

"Master Ba is so talented!"

Ning Luyang smiled when he heard this and said, "It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning. Princess Zhaohua, please teach me."

Jiang Lige did not show any fear and said with a smile: "Zhaohua's literary talent is not good, I just made up nonsense, the Eighth Prince please don't laugh at me."

"How?"

Jiang Lige nodded and started talking:

"Looking at the red paths and green mountains, the spring is full of fragrance.

The prince knows not the sorrow of the Wei River, and the eight states celebrate the spring together with you.

Ning Luyang wrote about the spring scenery of the capital, while Jiang Lige wrote about the spring scenery of the border areas.

The writing is written in festive language, but her identity as a foreign princess adds a touch of homesickness.

It is slightly better.

Ning Luyang also knew that he was at a disadvantage, but the admiration in his eyes became even stronger.

"Zhaohua's literary talent is so outstanding that Luyang feels inferior to him."

Jiang Lige was not willing to play Tai Chi with Ning Luyang. Just as he was about to find an excuse to slip away, he heard a light laugh. He turned his head and saw Ning Yunxiao.

The man was standing in the spring sunshine of April, wearing a moon-white brocade robe, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a faint smile on his lips.

Jiang Lige immediately got into the mood, smiled brightly, and called out sweetly:

"Sir."

"Princess Zhaohua." Ning Yunxiao nodded slightly in response, then turned his head and bowed to Ning Luyang, "Eighth Uncle."

The real person came, and Ning Luyang's smile became a little stiff.

"Why did Yun Xiao enter the palace today?"

"I am escorting Princess Ronghui to the palace today. The Queen Mother has specially sent my nephew to invite Princess Zhaohua back to Funing Palace for a reunion."

"So that's how it is..."

"Is cousin Ronghui back? I'll be back right away!"

Before Ning Luyang could finish his words, Jiang Lige's eyes lit up. He excitedly pulled Ning Yunxiao's sleeve and headed straight towards Funing Palace.

Ning Yunxiao staggered a step when she pulled him, but there was no impatience on his face. Instead, he spoke in a gentle voice.

"Slow down, Princess."

Ning Luyang, who didn't even get a chance to say goodbye, darkened his eyes and swore to himself.

One day, he will personally crush all of Jiang Lige's pride and make her serve him obediently!

Jiang Lige was unaware of Ning Luyang's dirty thoughts and had already dragged Ning Yunxiao away for a long distance.

Song Yue lagged behind by a step, and Ning Yunxiao's follower Gu Fan followed behind.

Glancing at Ning Luyang who was eagerly waiting in the garden, Song Yue asked Gu Fan curiously:

"Why was the prince laughing at our princess behind our back just now?"

Gu Fan also laughed, "Miss Songyue, didn't you hear it? Princess Zhaohua's poem is a hidden acrostic poem."

"Acrostic?"

Song Yue thought silently for a moment, then laughed out loud, "You bastard, hahaha! Our princess is scolding the Eighth Prince!"

As the group left Ning Luyang's sight, Ning Yunxiao subtly separated him and Jiang Lige.

Jiang Lige pretended not to know and asked him with a smile.

"Is the prince returning to the capital today?"

"Ah."

"Is there anything fun in Jingzhou? I heard that Jingzhou is a strategically located military base, and even local children as young as seven or eight years old are quite skilled in martial arts. Is that true? If I go there, won't I be unable to defeat even a little kid?"

The slightly exaggerated tone made Ning Yunxiao couldn't help but curl his lips.

"It's just a rumor. Although the people of Jingzhou are tough, they are very devout Buddhists and believe deeply in karma. Therefore, they are very cheerful but not vulgar."

"so good."

Jiang Lige blinked his eyes, not without envy.

"It's so nice to be able to go out for a walk. Unlike me, I have been confined to these palace walls since I was a child. The most vast world I have ever seen is the hunting ground."

Jiang Lige has always been cheerful, but rarely seems so sentimental. Ning Yunxiao hesitated for a moment when he saw this, then took out a box and handed it to him.

In short, "souvenir."

After receiving the gift, Jiang Lige immediately threw away the melancholy he had just felt. When he opened the box, he saw a bracelet woven with red silk thread.

In Jingzhou, red silk bracelets are tokens of hope given by the people for their relatives and friends to pray for their safety. They are not expensive, but the thought behind them is precious.

Although Jiang Lige knew this, he still had a bit of a teasing intention and leaned over to ask with a smile:

"The prince gave me this gift, does it mean that a marriage is destined to be a success?"

"Princess, please..."

"Respect yourself!" Jiang Lige pouted and interrupted, "The prince is always like this..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Lige kicked the raised floor tiles and almost fell.

Fortunately, Ning Yunxiao pulled her back in time and calmly reminded her, "Just now, I just wanted to remind the princess to watch her step."

"..."

At this point, they had already passed Ande Gate, and it would be difficult for Ning Yunxiao to go any further.

Therefore, Ning Yunxiao nodded slightly.

"Yun Xiao has something important to do, so I'll send him here. Princess, be careful on your journey."

"Your Highness, you've been traveling all the way, so go back and rest. There's no rush for anything else. Anyway..."

Jiang Lige finished his instructions without holding any grudges, raised his lips and spoke word by word, "We have a long way to go."

The man still couldn't stand the teasing, coughed lightly and said goodbye.

After Ning Yunxiao left, Song Yue, who had been holding it in all the way, came over and complained about the red rope in Jiang Lige's hand.

"Prince Yun Xiao is too stingy. A red rope is a good gift? The Eighth Prince even gave him spring tea!"

Jiang Lige put the red silk chain on his wrist and couldn't help but defend Ning Yunxiao:

"The Eighth Prince at least receives his share of the royal family's allowance, so he always receives an income every month. However, the Zhao Palace has always treated the Crown Prince harshly, and his biological mother's dowry was withheld from the Crown Princess. The Crown Prince is not well off. Moreover, gifts are a token of thought, not money."

Song Yue curled her lips and complained quietly, "This Prince Zhao's Mansion is a den of wolves."

While chatting, the master and servant had already arrived at Funing Palace. Jiang Lige couldn't help but take a deep breath, as another tough battle was coming.