Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

The rain stopped, and Lu Yi looked at Xinrong, "I'm going to the Imperial Garden, do you want to come with me?"

"Since the Fifth Prince has invited me, Xinrong is of course willing."

The two walked towards the Imperial Garden. Lu Yi pointed to the bright yellow peony in front of them and said, "Let's go and enjoy the peonies."

"This peony looks even more gorgeous after being caught in the rain." Lu Yi and Xinrong walked forward side by side, introducing the flowers.

Xinrong's eyes almost glued to the peony, a flash of ambition flashing across her eyes. She smiled and agreed, "The peony is elegant and noble. It's worthy of being the Fifth Prince's favorite flower. Xinrong likes it too."

Lu Yi wiped the raindrops that had previously landed on his forehead.

In fact, there is no need to force praise. Lu Yi tilted his head slightly, and Xinrong responded, "What's wrong, Fifth Prince?"

"It's okay, as long as you like it." Lu Yi stopped talking and just let her praise him. Anyway, in the next few decades, Xinrong will slowly understand that the position of queen will only be hers.

"Fifth Prince!" It was another familiar voice.

"Huh?!" Lu Yi looked closely and found that the person squatting beside the peony bushes and making the rustling sound was actually an acquaintance.

"Ziwei? What are you doing squatting here?" She thought it was a kitten taking a walk in the palace.

Ziwei obviously didn't expect that Lu Yi was not alone. She looked at Xinrong with vigilance. She easily guessed Xinrong's identity from her clothes. The vigilance in her eyes became even stronger, and there was a hint of aggressiveness in her eyes.

"Are you Xinrong?"

Xinrong ignored her words, but a trace of confusion flashed across his face. He looked at Lu Yi and moved his lips, "Fifth Prince, who is this?"

"She is Ziwei, the Princess Mingzhu, bestowed upon her by the Emperor."

"Oh, so you are the famous Princess Mingzhu. I'm sorry for being so rude." Xinrong half squatted and then stood up immediately.

Ziwei continued to look her up and down, her tone cold and hard, "I came to talk to Yongqi. Princess Xinrong, it's not convenient for you to listen, so please step aside."

"What are the things that others cannot listen to?" Lu Yi asked back.

She could guess with her toes why Ziwei was looking for her. She was really annoyed. It was such a nice day after the rain, why did she rush over all day? Was it something they had discussed beforehand?

Are all the guards in charge of guarding Shufangzhai blind today?

Lu Yi's eyes turned slightly, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she understood why.

"The matter is related to Xiaoyanzi, Fifth Prince, so it's better to let those who are not involved stay away." Ziwei straightened her messy hair and said it with confidence.

"Ziwei, are you sure it has nothing to do with Xinrong? If you don't want to talk about it, then don't say it."

Lu Yi turned around, and Ziwei hurriedly called out from behind, "Yongqi! Stay."

Ziwei's eyebrows knitted together, and with a hint of hope in her eyes, she spoke, "Yongqi, a while ago, the Emperor arranged a marriage for Xiaoyanzi, and it was betrothed to Erkang. Did you know about this?"

"I know. The emperor didn't put me under house arrest. I knew this news early in the morning." Concubine Yu told her happily.

Ziwei paused, her voice suddenly rising in pitch, "You know?! Then you... then you just accept it?"

Lu Yi looked at her calmly and nodded his chin, "What else?"

Ziwei turned her head and said in disbelief, "Impossible! How could you be willing for Xiaoyanzi to marry another man? Yongqi, you've changed."

Lu Yi smiled speechlessly.

Did she miss something, or was it that her acting skills were so good that in Xiaoyanzi Ziwei's heart, she had always been the one who was willing to give everything for Xiaoyanzi?

After a long silence, Xinrong frowned slightly and said softly, "Princess Mingzhu, if you don't have anything important to do, please move aside. The Fifth Prince and I still want to enjoy the flowers."

Ziwei suddenly rushed to Xinrong, her expression becoming extremely ugly. Her voice was filled with rebuke as she spoke to Lu Yi, "Yongqi, Xiaoyanzi is going to marry into the Fu family soon, and you're unmoved and only focused on admiring the flowers with Xinrong?!"

Lu Yi pulled Xinrong from behind and said mockingly, "Yes."

"Please give way."

Lu Yi held Xinrong's hand, walked past Ziwei and whispered, "Xinrong, let's enjoy the flowers another day. Today, let's go to Yonghe Palace and sit for a while. My mother has been thinking about you all the time."

"Okay." Xinrong's eyelashes trembled, and she didn't dare to move the hand that was being held.

"Wait! Stop!"

Ziwei didn't bother to hide her whereabouts. She grabbed Xinrong's wrist but found nothing. She was stunned for a moment, and quickly stepped in front of Xinrong, "Princess Xinrong, we are all women. Please put yourself in her shoes. Just think of it as pitiful Xiaoyanzi, and return the Fifth Prince to her."

Xinrong's voice was clear and cold. He used some force to hold Lu Yi tightly, "Princess Ziwei, I don't understand what you mean."

"You stole Xiaoyanzi's husband and forced her to become a concubine. Do you understand what I mean?!" Ziwei asked with her throat tearing, but Xinrong did not respond.

Lu Yi shook the hand he was holding, "Xinrong? Ignore her."

"Fifth Prince, I'm fine. I just rarely see such unreasonable women, and I didn't react for a moment."

Xinrong finished speaking, slowly lowered her eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Princess Ziwei, I've just thought about what you said, and I don't think it makes sense. Yongqi is a prince, and Xiaoyanzi is still Princess Huanzhu. How can a princess and a prince be together?"

Ziwei's eyes trembled violently, and before she could react, Xinrong continued, "Actually, there is another way to help Xiaoyanzi avoid becoming a concubine."

"What method?" Ziwei asked with difficulty, her mind blank.

"If you give the eldest son of the Fu family to Xiaoyanzi, she won't have to be a concubine anymore, right?"

Ziwei's eyes widened in fear, her heart beating rapidly like thunder exploding in her chest, her ears were foggy, and she took a deep breath, "But...but..."

"No buts."

Xinrong raised a finger and shook it slightly, "It depends on whether Princess Ziwei is willing."

After he finished speaking, Lu Yi took Xinrong's hand and walked just three steps towards Yonghe Palace when he heard a loud and struggling sound behind him. Lu Yi turned around and glanced, and saw that it was the guards guarding the gate of Shufangzhai who were chasing after them.

What a coincidence.

The wedding date arrived as scheduled, and the entire palace was decorated with joy, except for Shufangzhai and Jingren Palace, which were desolate.

Rong Mama was helping the Queen put on her makeup and said carefully, "Your Majesty, the Fifth Prince is very happy today. It doesn't matter now, but when you see the Emperor later, please at least smile and don't offend him."

She had been serving the Queen since she was young, so she didn't have to be too cautious about what she said, and the Queen wouldn't blame her. "Eye-catching, haha, this red cloth all over the place, I still find it eye-catching."

The Queen was stunned for a moment, and when she spoke again, her tone was filled with panic, "Madam Rong, the Emperor has arranged for the marriage of Yushi Guanbao's legitimate daughter to the Fifth Prince. Will the next decree be...will it be..."

"Miss!"

Tears welled up in Rong Mama's eyes. "Don't be like this. It hurts me so much!"

The Queen shook her head helplessly, and Rong Mama advised, "Your Majesty, you are the Queen Mother of the Qing Dynasty. The Emperor has so many princes, no one would dare to treat you harshly. The Twelfth Prince is the legitimate son and has a noble status. Don't worry."

"It's because he's the legitimate son that I'm unwilling to accept this... Well, go ahead and get dressed."

Aunt Rong sighed, busying herself with her hands and muttering to herself. The time for the wedding ceremony soon arrived.