A life of ups and downs is pure joy

Gong Heyu clenched the secret letter in his hand tightly, and his knuckles turned red from the force.

"Your Majesty, what happened? Is there any news about Miss Lin?"

Qi Ye looked at his master's pale face and asked anxiously.

"It's not Huan'er...it's the Lin family's grandmother who passed away..."

Gong Heyu said with a choked voice.

"Ugh…"

Qi Ye could only sigh helplessly when he thought of the kind old lady.

Gong Heyu recalled the years in Luofeng City, how well the grandmother of the Lin family treated him, and her promise to betroth Huan'er to him. The past scenes flashed back before his eyes. It was so beautiful back then. If Huan'er knew that the grandmother who loved her the most was gone, she would be so sad.

"Qi Ye, go and secretly investigate Zhuang Ge'er."

"Your Majesty is suspicious of the Princess?"

Qi Ye was also very suspicious in his heart, and finally couldn't help asking at this moment.

"Did you notice it too?"

Gong Heyu looked at Qiye and asked.

"The princess's silhouette and voice are exactly like Miss Lin's, but their appearance is completely different. They are completely different people. But it always feels a bit too coincidental. Although the prince always looks for Miss Lin for the king... after all, she has never heard Miss Lin's voice or seen her back, so I also find it very strange."

"So you have to investigate this matter yourself. I suspect the assassination three years ago is related to the banker."

Gong Heyu lowered his voice and said, Qiye nodded and walked out quickly.

The Prince's Palace in Tokyo was decorated with lights and colors, and everyone was busy preparing for the auspicious day in two months for the little prince's wedding.

Zhuang Ge'er looked at the phoenix crown and bridal bridal robe in front of her, and for a moment she still felt like she was dreaming.

"How can I, with my status, become the prince's consort?"

Zhuang Ge'er murmured to herself.

"Does the princess like these? These are all unique pieces that the prince ordered carefully crafted long ago."

Wan Dong looked at the luxury in front of him and couldn't help but touch it and said.

"Wan Dong, although my father is an old subordinate of the old emperor, he is only a third-rank official after all. How can my status be worthy of today's honor? It really makes me panic."

Zhuang Ge'er knew that her status was too different from that of the young prince, and she was very uneasy about her future position as princess.

"The princess's stunning beauty is unmatched by any other concubine in the palace. It's not surprising that the prince likes you. Moreover, as long as the prince likes something, the old emperor and the king will promise it, so it's reasonable for you to be the princess."

Wan Dong gently inserted the golden hairpin in her hand into Zhuang Ge'er's bun, and couldn't help but savor her stunning beauty in the bronze mirror.

"My lord..."

The sound of a maid bowing came from the yard. Upon hearing the sound, Zhuang Ge'er hurriedly fixed her makeup in front of the bronze mirror. She stood up and let Wandong tidy up her clothes for her, then walked to the central hall of the boudoir to welcome the little prince.

"So lovely."

Gong Kou Shi looked up and down at Zhuang Ge'er, who was greeting her, as if she were appreciating a work of art. The smile on her face made her lower her head unconsciously when she looked at Wan Dong standing beside her. Her little prince was really handsome.

"Why is Your Majesty here at this hour?"

Zhuang Ge'er asked with some surprise.

"I'm going to the palace to see my brother, the emperor, to appreciate his paintings. You come with me."

Gong Kou Shi walked up to Zhuang Ge'er, took her hand and was about to go out.

"Your Majesty, I don't understand calligraphy and painting..."

Zhuang Ge'er was very reluctant to go to the palace, and even more so didn't want to meet the man who made her panic. She was very afraid to look into his eyes. That strange feeling was even more abrupt than looking into the little prince's eyes.

"How can you not understand? Drawing is what you're best at, idiot. How can you even forget this?"

Gong Kou Shi tapped Zhuang Ge'er's head affectionately, and then signaled Wan Dong to take his cloak and follow.

"I can draw?"

Zhuang Ge'er was a little surprised. She hadn't picked up a pen in all these years and didn't know she had such a talent.

In the imperial study, Fang Duoduo was grinding ink for Gong Heyu. She was good at painting, but the king seemed to prefer painting himself, and the places she painted were all scenery she had never been to or seen.

"Brother, I'm late."

Gong Heyu looked up and saw the eunuch who served him taking Gong Kou Shi and Zhuang Ge'er away. His eyes fell on the woman who was still wearing the white velvet dress.

"The prince really loves the princess and always goes hand in hand with her."

Fang Duoduo stepped forward and saluted Gong Kou Shi, and then helped Zhuang Ge'er up who was saluting her.

"Sister-in-law Xianfei is here too."

Gong Kou Shi glanced at her and said, then pulled Zhuang Ge'er towards Gong Heyu.

"Did you take a look at the calligraphy and painting I sent you this morning, my Royal Brother?"

"I've seen it, and I'm waiting for you to come and taste it."

Gong Heyu smiled slightly and then took the scroll from the bottle.

"Royal brother, I have never been good at appreciating calligraphy and painting, but today I brought an expert with me."

After Gong Kou Shi finished speaking, she pulled the woman next to her over. Zhuang Ge'er looked up at Gong Heyu in surprise. Their eyes met, and they were both stunned.

"Are you good at calligraphy and painting?"

Gong Heyu looked at the woman with eyes that were like a chick meeting an eagle, and asked in a soft voice.

"I don't know..."

After Zhuang Ge'er finished speaking, she looked at Gong Kou Shi, who was watching the excitement and not minding the trouble.

"Royal brother, please show Xiaoge the scroll and she will know."

As they were talking, Gong Kou Shi had already sat cross-legged on a wooden couch beside them and was drinking tea alone. Although Concubine Xian Fang Duoduo found the scene in front of her very strange, with the future princess sitting beside the king and the young prince watching the fun calmly like an outsider, she didn't know where to go for a moment.

"I heard that Concubine Xian's sister-in-law is good at making peony cakes. Today, I am very craving for it. I wonder if I can have this kind of cake."

Gong Kou Shi also noticed that there was an extra person in the study, so she looked at Fang Duoduo and said.

After hearing this, Empress Xian was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile. If it were any other royal nobleman, this statement would be extremely inappropriate, but because of the prince's status, even Empress Wei Lan would have to bow and give way to him when she saw him.

"Okay, Your Majesty. I will go back to the palace to make some snacks and have them delivered to you shortly."

After Fang Duoduo finished speaking, she bowed to Gong Heyu and left the imperial study.

Zhuang Ge'er saw that Gong Kou Shi was playing with the chess pieces on the chess couch alone again, and had no intention of paying any attention to her, so she could only bite the bullet and open the scroll on the desk.

"how?"

Gong Heyu watched the woman staring at the scroll on the table for a long time without saying a word, and couldn't help but ask.

"This painting must have been created by a woman. The style is graceful yet majestic, the brushwork is delicate yet bold..."

Zhuang Ge'er didn't know why she could understand these scrolls as she saw them. They came to her mind... She even wanted to pick up a pen and draw a picture.

Gong Heyu stared blankly at Zhuang Ge'er who was appreciating calligraphy and painting with great interest. The look on her face and the words she spoke when she saw the painting were exactly the same as those of Lin Qinghuan when he first saw the painting. Especially the same voice made him unable to control his emotions. His hand unconsciously reached out for the woman's head, but the birthmark on the woman's forehead once again brought him back to his senses, and he slowly put down his hand.

Gong Kou Shi, playing with chess pieces, looked at her brother who was gradually losing his composure with a playful smile on her face.

"Do you know who the woman who painted this is?"

Gong Heyu asked softly.

"I don't know who this Wanqing Lay Buddhist is."

Zhuang Geer shook her head and said.

"Let me show you another one."

After thinking for a moment, Gong Heyu turned around and took out a small scroll painting from a beautifully packaged box. Zhuang Ge'er watched as the Lord took it out carefully as if it were a treasure, and gently spread it out on the table.

"This painting... looks as if it were made by a beginner..."

Zhuang Ge'er stopped talking halfway and looked up at Gong Heyu. This painting was so precious to him that she didn't dare to continue.

"You can continue to taste it without worrying about anything."

Gong Heyu looked at Zhuang Ge'er and said.

"If it's a beginner, he might have some talent after just a short time, but it's not a masterpiece. After all, the painting technique is a bit rusty."

Zhuang Ge'er finished speaking with a stiff upper lip, but when she looked up, she saw that Gong Heyu's eyes were a little moist. She was so scared that she quickly looked at Gong Kou Shi lying on the wooden couch, only to find that he had left without her knowing when.

"After all, I am not a noble, so if I have done anything inappropriate, please calm down, Your Majesty."

Zhuang Ge'er was a little scared and quickly knelt down to apologize.

Gong Heyu gently helped the woman up and continued.

"You don't have to be so nervous. Do you recognize who this painting belongs to?"

"Su Jin...I don't know."

Zhuang Ge'er looked at the two words written and didn't recognize them. She could only look at Gong Heyu helplessly and shook her head.

"Shi'er just said that you love painting. Can you let me see your paintings?"

Gong Heyu guessed that she was shaking her head again, and he was no longer as disappointed as before, but he knew that if she was Huan'er, even if her painting skills improved, he would be able to recognize her painting posture and style at a glance, so he quickly spread out the drawing paper and pen, looked at Zhuang Ge'er and said.

"To be honest, Your Majesty, I haven't held a brush since I fell seriously ill. If I were to paint here now, I wouldn't know how to begin."

Zhuang Ge'er looked at the strange Emperor of Dayan with some embarrassment and said.

"What's wrong with you?"