Ye Youlan's daily life of traveling through time

Late at night, Jinguifang was drenched in rain, and the lights were dim. It should have been a night of drunkenness, dreams, debauchery and laughter, but now it seemed particularly quiet because of the heavy rain. It seemed that there was only one sound in the world, that of the strong wind accompanied by heavy rain.

In a room in the southeast corner of Jinguifang, a man wearing only his underwear was lying on a very wide couch. His white underwear was not tied with a belt and was casually open, revealing his strong abdominal muscles. His black hair was as black as ink, with a few strands casually scattered on his chest. The man's eyebrows were like swords, and he had his eyes slightly closed, tapping the edge of the couch lightly with his fingers.

In the distance is a four-folding beauty screen. Behind the screen is a beauty playing the piano. She has her eyes lowered and plays the piano slowly and gently. It seems casual, but in fact she has a solid foundation and is very familiar with it.

A guard pushed the door open and walked in, whispering to the prince, "Prime Minister's daughter Ye Youlan requests an audience."

The prince stopped tapping his fingers and kept his eyes closed.

Suddenly he sat up abruptly, staring at the guard. A hint of surprise flashed across his inky black eyes, as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Who were you talking about?"

"The Prime Minister's daughter, Ye Youlan, requests an audience."

The prince ordered the person playing the piano to leave. He straightened his clothes and asked the guards to help him get his coat. But when the guards brought his black coat, he threw it aside and lay down again.

"Let her in."

The guards could hear some excitement and uneasiness in the prince's voice.

Ye Youlan came. She took off her straw raincoat, put it at the door and walked in.

The prince squinted his eyes and saw a man in gray cloth servant's clothes coming in through the slit of his eyes. When he got closer, he found that it was Ye Youlan, a woman disguised as a man.

She had a slender figure, with water droplets on her fair, rosy face. Her gray servant's uniform was a little baggy, making her waist look even thinner.

The prince opened his eyes and asked nonchalantly, "Whose servant are you? Why are you looking for me on this rainy night?"

Ye Youlan sat down on a chair beside her as she spoke, and poured herself a cup of tea.

"Your Highness, I am Ye Youlan, the daughter of the Prime Minister. I am here to tell you a piece of news. Tomorrow at twilight hour, Minister Li of the Ministry of Rites will invite my father to have tea at the Tianzi Room on the second floor of the Full Moon Tower. Your Highness, please stop my father tomorrow and take some people to the Full Moon Tower for a surprise."

The prince sat up, resting his hands on his legs, and looked at Li Youlan with a playful look in his eyes: "What's your purpose in coming to me in the middle of the night to tell me all this? How can you be sure that I will agree?"

Ye Youlan stood up, picked up a piece of dessert and took a bite, nodding repeatedly: "This dessert is good. Your Highness, you can't waste such delicious food. I came here to tell you, it's up to you whether you want to go or not."

Ye Youlan came to the door, took her raincoat, and said while tidying it up: "It's better to investigate the girl who was playing the piano in the room just now."

The prince was stunned. He looked toward the door, his expression serious and his eyes cold. He didn't bother to analyze where Li Youlan got the information. He just raised his chin slightly, and the guard understood.

Two years ago, upon returning from the battlefield, the prince surrendered his military power, becoming a free and unemployed prince. Now 25 years old, he spends his days in brothels and brothels, surrounded by bees and butterflies, his reputation as a playboy resounding throughout the capital.

He and Ye Youlan had only met three times.

The first time was when he went to the Prime Minister's residence to discuss something. As he was leaving the Prime Minister's study, he ran into the fourteen-year-old Ye Youlan, wearing a bright yellow dress and a red rose pinned in her black hair. She was hiding outside the study door in a cute and charming manner. Suddenly, she spread her ten fingers and jumped over, trying to scare the Prime Minister.

Unexpectedly, the person coming towards her was the Seventh Prince Li Ke. Her head hit the Seventh Prince's chest heavily, and the rose in her hair fell to the ground.

Ye Youlan looked up and saw a handsome face. She knew she had recognized the wrong person and quickly slipped away. The Seventh Prince bent down, picked up the rose and smelled it.

"Youlan is just a naughty girl, please don't be offended, Your Highness."

The prime minister came from behind, and the prince quickly put the rose into his sleeve.

The second time he saw Ye Youlan was two years ago when he returned from the battlefield. He met Ye Youlan at the imperial palace celebration banquet, not long after she had her coming-of-age ceremony.

She had grown taller, her face rounder, but she still had the innocence and brightness of a young girl, and was as lively as ever. Standing among the noble ladies of the capital, she looked like a sunflower protected by the sun, warm and bright.

When he was chatting with others, his eyes would look at her from time to time, and then he would watch her walk towards Li Zong, the son of the Shangshu. Li Zong was as gentle as jade, and he turned sideways and said something, which made Ye Youlan laugh out loud, wantonly and brightly like the summer sun.

The prince withdrew his gaze, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his heart. After that, whenever Ye Youlan appeared, the prince would no longer appear, but he would still hear about the affairs between Li Youlan and Li Zong.

"Ye Youlan and Li Zong went boating."

"Ye Youlan and Li Zong went to the temple to burn incense."

Every time the prince heard this, his heart ached: "Just the two of them?"

"No, there are several other young ladies and gentlemen."

The prince's tense heart finally relaxed a little.

The third time was tonight. It was raining so hard. Why did she suddenly look for me? Why didn't she tell the prime minister? Why didn't she look for Li Zong?

The rain outside was getting heavier, as if the sky was falling. The prince was a little worried about whether it would be safe for Ye Youlan to go back alone.

After a while, the guard came in and told him: "Miss Ye has returned safely to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

The prince raised his eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to say, "Am I so obvious?"

The guards told the prince that they had just interrogated the girl who played the zither, but she refused to confess and died after biting a pill. Some items from the Northern Desert were found in her residence.

"Your Highness, Miss Ye is just a rich lady. How could she know that there was something wrong with the person playing the piano? And what she said today was also very strange. Should we go to Full Moon Tower tomorrow?"

The prince pondered for a long time. "Tomorrow, have the palace carriage stop the prime minister at the palace gate. Tell him I have something to say to him and that it will take at most an incense stick of time. Tell him to come without worry. Inform Li Chuang of the City Patrol that if there's a problem with Full Moon Tower, treat it as a gift to him. If there's nothing wrong, just treat it as a routine matter and no one will suspect anything."

When Ye Youlan returned to her boudoir, she saw her maid Xiaomei walking around the room nervously. She was relieved when she saw her coming.

"Oh, miss, you are finally back."

Xiaomei helped her take off the raincoat and wiped her with a soft cloth: "Miss, you should take a hot bath!"

Ye Youlan said, "I have to take a hot bath. I'm worried I'll catch a cold."

Xiaomei went to prepare hot water, while Ye Youlan sat at the table. She felt that today was too wonderful, it could be said to be a thrilling day.