I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Qin Xin lowered her head and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

Lu Mingyang said, "There have always been divorces and amicable separations. How can one demote a wife to a concubine? Doesn't Lord Zhongxin have any shame?"

Qin Xin spat, "He'll do anything to get promoted. He wants to marry the daughter of Marquis of Bei'an. Marquis of Bei'an is his immediate superior, and he just promoted my son-in-law to the rank of Changshui Xiaowei a while ago."

"But his little daughter Zheng Xuan?" Lu Mingyang thought of the arrogant and domineering woman in the imperial garden.

"It's not her. Zheng Xuan just turned fifteen and is extremely beautiful. The Marquis of Bei'an can't bear to let her go. She is his eldest daughter. After five years of marriage, her husband unfortunately passed away. Now she is a widow living in her parents' home. Since she can't find a good family, she has set her sights on her son-in-law."

"What did the eldest sister say?"

"If it were according to the girl's previous personality, she would never accept such humiliation even if it meant divorce. But now, how could she bear to leave the young master?"

"Is there no way?" Lu Mingyang always felt that his elder sister was very powerful outside, especially when she was in the government office, like a god descending from the sky. Why was she so depressed in the Zhongxin Marquis' Mansion?

Qin Xin also felt strange: "Whether there is a way or not, we should always try. But the girl has been absent-minded these days. When I mentioned this to her, she didn't react at all."

"My eldest sister may be extremely disappointed, but she can't just ignore her child's future."

"What the Fourth Miss said is true!" Qin Xin became angrier the more she thought about it: "If it weren't for the Fifth Miss, you would be the Princess of Ningyuan. How dare your son-in-law demote my wife to a concubine!"

Lu Mingyang suddenly glanced sideways: "I'm the princess, so why wouldn't Earl Zhongxin dare?"

"Of course he wouldn't dare. He's just a minister. How dare he take the royal master's sister as a concubine? Is he going to die?"

Therefore, if it weren't for my own cleverness, my eldest sister would not have been in this disaster at all.

In Xunyang Pavilion, Nian'er was sleeping soundly on the bed, and the dowry sent by her eldest sister three days ago was still lying quietly on the couch.

Lu Mingyang casually opened a wooden box, letting the faint candlelight shine inside, emitting a strange glow. The entire box was covered with shimmering pearls, jade, rings, and hairpins, dazzling and painful to the eyes.

When the other box was opened, golden light flashed out, and it turned out to be a whole box full of gold.

It started snowing again, falling on the palms of my hands and making me feel cold in my heart.

Lu Mingyang remembered that when the first snow fell, King Ningyuan proposed to her with great anticipation, but the snow at that time did not leave any traces on the ground.

Do you want to ask him for help?

But now the princess he wants to marry has both face and substance. What can I use to beg him?

……

"Second sister, you're back from the palace!"

Yang Nian'er turned over in a daze and opened her eyes in surprise.

Her right leg was pressing on Lu Mingyang's knee. Lu Mingyang took a breath, silently pushed her legs away, and hummed lightly.

During the days she was kneeling in the ancestral hall, she lied to Nian'er and went to Shoukang Palace.

"Nian'er, please go and ask Leng Lingfeng to come over to me later." Her legs were not in good condition to go out.

"What do you want him to do?"

"It's a matter of life and death."

Lu Mingyang silently encouraged himself, not to be afraid. If he died, maybe he could return to the modern era, which would be a good thing.

Leng Lingfeng arrived very quickly. Even though they were in his own Xunyang Pavilion, Lu Mingyang closed the doors and windows and asked Nian'er to guard outside the door.

Leng Lingfeng was a little nervous: "What do you want to do?"

Lu Mingyang asked directly, "Can you give me a medicine that will make me infertile?"

"you drink?"

Lu Mingyang nodded.

Leng Lingfeng's eyes flashed with pity, and he advised, "Miss Lu, you've already tortured yourself from being a wife to a concubine. Just be quiet. He won't let you go. If you continue to mess around, you'll suffer in the future."

Leng Lingfeng didn't dare to think about how angry King Ningyuan would be if he knew about this.

"I won't!" Lu Mingyang's eyes were full of determination: "My eldest sister saved my life, I can't let her suffer any injustice."

"What does it have to do with your eldest sister?"

"My brother-in-law, Earl Zhongxin, is shameless and wants to demote his wife to a concubine. As long as I can become the Princess of Ningyuan, he won't dare to do that."

Leng Lingfeng suddenly realized. He thought she still didn't want to marry Prince Ningyuan, but at the same time he became even more confused.

"Can this medicine help you?"

"can!"

"How can I help?" Leng Lingfeng was confused.

"Don't worry."

"Did she really say that?"

Inside the study room by the clear water pond, Chu Mingzheng's hand that was pouring tea suddenly stopped.

Leng Lingfeng nodded and asked, "Is there still a chance?"

Chu Mingzheng raised his eyebrows slightly and asked instead of answering, "Why do you care about her so much?"

"Miss Lu is indeed a very good girl. Do you know how much she suffered in order for me to treat you? Just to repay a favor that no one knows about."

Leng Lingfeng thought of Lu Mingyang throwing herself into his arms and crying, and he felt a pang of heartache. He pleaded, "Who would want a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl to marry a dying man? It's human nature. She's already regretted it. Please be magnanimous and help her!"

"That's easy for you to say." Chu Mingzheng put down his teacup, leaned back on the couch, and tapped his hands on his knees. "Duke Qin's beloved daughter, the Queen Mother's relative, can she be my concubine?"

Leng Lingfeng also knew that this was extremely difficult, so he said, "Then can you think of a way to make Lord Zhongxin give up the idea of ​​demoting his wife to a concubine?"

"Look at what the little girl is doing." Chu Mingzheng laughed. He wanted to see how this ignorant little girl could make herself go from a concubine to a princess.

From that day on, Prince Ningyuan liked to sit high up on the commanding heights of the secluded pond, on Wangshu Tower. From here, he had an excellent view, with a panoramic view of the pond and beyond.

The young eunuch who had been delivering cakes for three days in a row didn't want to climb such a high building anymore, so he asked the young eunuch who was delivering the fruit plates with him.

"It's so cold, Your Highness, why do you always sit in the Wangshu Pavilion where the wind blows in from all sides? Aren't you cold?"

The young eunuch delivering the fruit tray was also puzzled: "Even when he was imprisoned, I never saw His Highness so fond of gazing outside. What's so interesting on that shore? Could a fairy fly over here?"

As the two were talking, they saw a young eunuch pass by them and climb up the Wangshu Tower in small steps.

"Your Highness, the fourth young lady from the Chengyang Marquis's residence requests an audience."

Chu Mingzheng was standing on a high place and had already seen the white figure, with suspicion in his eyes.

What is she doing here, to beg me for help?

Chu Mingzheng straightened his back and said calmly, "Tell her that I'm asleep and won't wake up for a while. Ask her to come back another day. Remember, speak slowly."

Take it easy, what do you mean?

The young eunuch who reported the news could not understand the spirit of the message, but he still said "Yes!"

The two young eunuchs who were delivering cakes and fruit plates looked at His Highness's lively appearance and did not dare to say much. They just quietly arranged the plates.

Chu Mingzheng said: "Send it to Liuli Pavilion, it's warm there!"

"promise!"

The two young eunuchs thought Prince Ningyuan had finally figured it out, but when they reached the courtyard, they saw His Highness still standing in the attic, feeling the cold wind. Puzzled, they wrapped themselves tightly in their clothes.