Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was almost evening. The sky seemed to be on fire, melting the earth into gold.

The Three Golden Flowers knew Ruan Chuyin had to return to Hongmei Villa soon, so they said dejectedly, "I was thinking of going with you to Wangyue Tower later to listen to storytelling. There's a new storyteller there lately who's even better than Mr. Ge, and he's very young, only in his early twenties."

"You can tell stories in your early twenties?" Ruan Chuyin opened her eyes wide.

Storytelling, also known as Pingshu, is performed by people who are generally older. They are knowledgeable, use refined language, and have strong control over the situation. Sometimes they also add musical instruments and singing, which is not something that young people can do.

"Mr. Mei can do it! Not only is he young, he's also incredibly handsome." Wang Yumei's nostalgic expression caused Cai Lei to sneer, "You haven't even met him, so how do you know he's so handsome? Even if he's handsome, can he be as handsome as the Crown Prince of Beiyue?"

Liu Dongxiang seconded the suggestion, "Yes, Yumei, didn't you ask us to go there tonight to open our eyes together? Have you seen it?"

"That's not the case. But I know that Mr. Mei is very famous. Even my cousin who lives far away in Sanwen Town has come here several times just to see him. It's hard to get a seat in Wangyue Tower now. Many noble ladies, whether they are in their twenties or still charming, are scrambling to get in. Some even fight just to catch a glimpse of Mr. Mei." Wang Yumei's voice trembled with excitement, which made Ruan Chuyin, who already had six husbands, very curious.

Who can resist the temptation of handsome men? Even in their seventies and eighties, they still love to watch them.

"How about we have lunch there tomorrow at noon?" She felt that she couldn't miss such a good opportunity to feast her eyes.

Wang Yumei pondered it for a moment, then suddenly felt something was wrong. She hugged her shoulders tightly and said, "Hatsune, I think you should not go. After all, you're the Crown Princess now, and going there would definitely cause a stir. Besides, Mr. Mei's place is only open at night."

If the person in the Eastern Palace knew that she had instigated Ruan Chuyin to go to Wangyue Tower, they would definitely find her uncle. She would then be scolded for being a child, and her monthly allowance would be cut off, which would be disastrous. Her parents only gave her twenty taels of silver per month, plus the ten taels from the government office, which only made up thirty taels. In comparison, her uncle gave her much more, a steady two hundred taels per month, and even after she spent it, there was still money left, which was truly inexhaustible.

Lord Kong, the Minister of Justice, was incredibly kind to his niece. Normally, there were regulations for the monthly allowances of noble ladies and sons. But what happened to Kong Ji, who had no wife or children, and only a niece, Wang Yumei?

"Yumei is right. You'd better not go. How about we meet at Mingyue Tower tomorrow at noon? I'll tell you all about it then." Cai Lei felt Wang Yumei had underestimated Ruan Chuyin. She was not only the Crown Princess, but also the Princess of Linhuai and the Consort of the Prince of Zhenguo. If Mei Boyan and she fell in love, either of them would be enough to get them into trouble. It might even bring trouble to their father. What a sin!

"Right!" Liu Dongxiang agreed with both hands. It would be even more troublesome if someone with ulterior motives wentssiping about her. That's why it's so troublesome for a woman to marry too high. Suddenly, she thought of Fu Suiyun and felt that Yumei was right. If she really married into the Fu family in Liangyou County, she would definitely not be free.

Ruan Chuyin fell into silence for a moment, and the faces of her six husbands, as bright as the morning glow, appeared in her mind one by one, and her mind suddenly calmed down.

After docking, we set off on the return journey.

A shop along the street was selling preserved dates, which reminded her of the taste she had at the palace banquet that day, so she asked the coachman to buy half a pound of them.

Unexpectedly, at this moment an uninvited guest arrived.

He looked rather disheveled, his head lowered as he lay at his feet, his jade crown askew, his black hair disheveled. His cloud satin brocade robe was wrinkled and torn in two places, long threads snagging from it, ruining the two magnolia flowers embroidered on his azure robe.

Ruan Chuyin was so frightened by the sudden intrusion that she lost her voice. Just as she was about to shout, she saw the man raise his head.

Her face was gorgeous, her eyelashes were wet and glistening, and in the dim light she exuded a strong sense of brokenness and a faint aura of evil.

The man in front of her was so handsome that it was hard to tell whether he was a man or not. If it weren't for his protruding Adam's apple, Ruan Chuyin would never have associated him with a man.

Perhaps it was this person's appearance, like fresh snow, that made her forget to call for help. Instead, she said absentmindedly, "You...are...?"

Mei Boyan was also stunned. He blinked uncertainly, as if he had seen a fairy. The pain in his wounds subsided, and he felt the clouds of worry dissipate from his heart, as if even the cold air had warmed.

The footsteps outside the car suddenly increased. In a panic, Zhizhi tightened his grip on the pair of shoes embroidered with Dongzhu beads, and said anxiously in a low voice, "Girl, I'm not a bad person! Please, save me! They want to capture me and make me their slave. I barely escaped."

What? This kind of thing could happen in broad daylight?

"Let go first..." The large hand on her foot pinched her so hard it hurt a little. But it wouldn't let go, clinging to her tightly as if it were the last straw.

A group of men in blue robes suddenly stopped in front of the car, obviously frightened by the dragon-shaped jade pendant hanging above it.

The only people who could wear dragon ornaments today, besides the Emperor, were the Crown Prince, who had been granted a dragon pendant. Even if they had ten thousand guts, they wouldn't dare disturb the people in the carriage.

"Who are you? How dare you disturb the Crown Princess? You're going to die!" The coachman returned, a cold sweat welling up in his chest. He immediately drew his sword and dodged in front of the carriage. At the foot of the Imperial City, there were still such ignorant rats!

"I'm fine. Tell them to leave immediately," Ruan Chuyin said, calming herself down. It was her first time encountering something like this, and her heart was in turmoil. The man beneath her, upon learning her identity, immediately let go of her foot, his body suddenly stiffening.

Wang Yongxu pursed his lips and led his men to retreat to the side, bowing and saying, "Crown Princess, I am sorry for not recognizing you. I will leave now." After saying that, he took a deep look at the carriage and turned to leave.

In the dim light, the groom recognized the man. It was Wang, the chief steward of the princess's mansion. His eyes flashed and he put away his weapon.

The wheels started moving again, and Mei Boyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not stand up. Instead, he continued to crawl, with his chin only an inch away from Ruan Chuyin's knees, causing her to move back two inches unnaturally.

"Okay, it's safe now. Should we let you off at the next intersection? Or should we walk a little further?" Being a good person, she decided to send the man to a safe place.

Mei Boyan now knew her identity and clung to her even more tightly. The tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed and rolled down, leaving Ruan Chuyin stunned for a long while.

Men don't shed tears easily. Not to mention in this strange world, even in her original world, no man had ever cried so aggrievedly and so sadly in front of her. It made her lose her direction.

At this moment, the carriage gradually slowed down. The coachman seemed to realize something, and he stopped at the intersection, slowly drew his sword, and leaned against the door curtain and asked carefully, "Is the Crown Princess feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine. I just met an old friend and wanted to catch up. Please stop here for now."

But these words didn't allay the coachman's concerns. Instead, he instructed him to lift the carriage curtain with the tip of his sword and peer inside. He saw a beautiful woman sobbing to the Crown Princess, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, one by one onto the back of her hand. Her appearance was incredibly alluring. If it weren't for the sound of her voice, he would have thought she was a truly noble lady. His heart was immediately alarmed, but seeing that the Crown Princess didn't look panicked at all, and even showed a hint of heartache, he could only quietly withdraw.

After Ruan Chuyin finished listening to the man's narration, she immediately lost her composure.