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

Chu Mingzheng took Qin Miao out and personally sent her to the carriage, but it was not his carriage, but the carriage of Duke Qin's Mansion.

"It's getting late. I still have to go to the Duke of Zhongxin's residence, so I won't send my cousin back." As he spoke, he glanced at Qin Miao's clothes and reminded her lightly, "Don't wear this bright red dress after you enter the residence."

"Cousin?" Qin Miao's eyes were blurred with tears, and she looked aggrieved and lovable.

Chu Mingzheng looked at Qin Miao, his face also full of helpless grievance: "Miao'er, you know, the emperor has never liked me. If he finds any fault with me, I'm afraid I will be punished."

"Don't worry, cousin." Qin Miao held Chu Mingzheng's hand and blinked distressedly: "Miao'er must be careful with her words and actions and not cause trouble for cousin."

"Miao'er is still the best."

"Miao'er is naturally the best..." to her cousin.

Before she could finish her words, Qin Miao found that the carriage door was closed. She lifted the curtain and waved goodbye reluctantly.

As the carriage gradually left, Chu Mingzheng turned around and saw Lu Mingyang standing under the porch of Feixiu Pavilion. Lu Mingyang saw him coming and looked up at the sun.

It was getting late, and if he delayed any longer, he would not have time to go to the Duke Zhongxin's Mansion.

With a cry of "Ah", Lu Mingyang twisted her ankle and fell down the stairs. Just when she thought she would be bruised and battered, she bumped into a soft embrace.

"Why are you so careless?"

A laugh erupted from her chest, shaking Lu Mingyang back. She gathered her composure and frowned in pain, "It hurts, it hurts, I sprained my ankle."

Chu Mingzheng picked up Lu Mingyang horizontally and got on the carriage.

Lu Mingyang got into the carriage and said pitifully, "Your Highness, my legs hurt. I'm afraid I can't accompany you to the Marquis Zhongxin's residence. Can you please take me home first?"

When leaving the palace, in order to inform his elder sister, Lu Mingyang asked Yang Nian'er to go back first in the carriage of Chengyang Marquis Mansion.

Chu Mingzheng knocked on the carriage door and signaled the driver to change the route.

"come over!"

"Hmm?" Lu Mingyang didn't understand.

Chu Mingzheng took a step further into the carriage and leaned over to lift her ankle. Her fair ankle was swollen, and when he touched it, the little girl grimaced in pain.

He had no intention of going to the Zhongxin Marquis's residence, he was just teasing her. Unexpectedly...

"Have you always been this hard on yourself?"

"what?"

"It's nothing!" Chu Mingzheng took out the ointment and rubbed the swollen ankle.

His strength was not light, but it was very comfortable. He rubbed her swollen and painful areas accurately every time. The cool ointment seeped into her body bit by bit under the warmth of his palms.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore!" Lu Mingyang turned his ankle, his big eyes flashing with surprise.

Chu Mingzheng was amused by her and said angrily, "No bones were broken, otherwise the wedding would have been postponed."

Speaking of the wedding, Lu Mingyang lowered her head shyly. She wanted to ask him why he gave her such expensive clothes, but the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't ask.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Chengyang Marquis's Mansion. Lu Mingyang said, "Thank you, Your Highness," and got out. Suddenly, his body flew into the air.

In full view of everyone, Chu Mingzheng held her and walked into the Chengyang Marquis Mansion.

Lu Mingyang blushed with shame: "Your Highness, please put me down quickly. I can walk by myself."

"Shut up. When we get married, I don't want to marry a cripple. It's embarrassing."

Chu Mingzheng warned Lu Mingyang verbally, and he had to shut up obediently. But he was still angry and twisted his chest hard, tearing the fabric of his clothes.

Looking at the wrinkled clothes, she silently made a gesture in her heart.

Xunyang Pavilion was filled with mahogany boxes, leaving only a narrow passageway for people to pass through. Chu Mingzheng walked through the mahogany boxes one after another, placed Lu Mingyang on the bed, and said with a smile, "You want to marry me so much?"

What? How could there be such a narcissistic person? Lu Mingyang really didn't know where he came to this conclusion, but she was not in the mood to talk about it now. She said carefully: "Your Highness, it's getting dark. The people in the Zhongxin Marquis's Mansion are all orphans and widows. It's not appropriate for you to go at this time. How about going another day?"

"Yeah!" Chu Mingzheng nodded: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, I won't go before the New Year."

"Have a safe trip, Your Highness!" Lu Mingyang smiled.

This little girl is really heartless when she doesn't need you anymore. Chu Mingzheng sighed, put the medicine bottle on the bedside, and instructed: "Apply it again at night, and it should be fine tomorrow."

Lu Mingyang nodded obediently. Seeing him walk away, he called out the window, "Nian'er, why are there so many boxes?"

Yang Nian'er had been standing in the yard counting the things in the boxes. When she heard her second sister's voice, she walked in with the list.

"Second sister, these are all sent by the Zhongxin Marquis's Mansion. They said it's the eldest daughter's dowry for you."

"Let me see!" Lu Mingyang took the list, and the more he looked at it, the more nervous he became. There were rare treasures, silk and satin jewelry. There were also house deeds, land deeds, banknotes, indentures for maids and servants, and so on.

The items listed here were many times more than what the clan officials had taken away. How could she have deserved such a large gift?

"Why did my elder sister give me such a large dowry?"

Yang Nian'er thought of Qin Miao's arrogant look and said, "She must be worried that you would be bullied by Qin Miao, so she sent the dowry to support you."

But these things are too much. When Wang Gang of Ningyuan took charge of the investigation of the case of Earl Zhongxin, the eldest sister sent a luxurious dowry.

"Could it be hush money?" Lu Mingyang guessed.

"What hush money?" Yang Nian'er was surprised.

"It's okay!" Lu Mingyang looked at the large boxes piled up inside and outside the house, feeling extremely anxious. She would be the Princess of Ningyuan in the future, and in the eyes of the world, the Prince of Ningyuan would be her closest person.

If my elder sister doesn't trust me to keep the secret for her, and if Prince Ningyuan finds out, will she kill to silence her?

Oh my God, why did I break in that day?

……

On New Year's Eve, the entire capital was filled with joy and jubilation. The hope of a new year temporarily eased Lu Mingyang's fears. While the Chengyang Marquis's residence couldn't display Spring Festival couplets or hang red lanterns, it was still bustling with activity.

In the main hall, a large round table was laid out, laden with delicacies. Lu Mingqin and Aunt Liu were already waiting in the hall. One had a nervous expression, the other a beaming smile.

Lu Mingyang stepped into the main hall and was met with Aunt Liu's ear-to-ear grin.

"Fourth Miss, please take a seat. I will serve you." Aunt Liu came forward to support her. She hadn't had the chance to do so recently, so today, at the reunion dinner, she planned to talk to her about her daughter's marriage.

Lu Mingyang was a little overwhelmed by the attentiveness of Concubine Liu. "Concubine Liu, please take a seat too. There are only a few people in our mansion, so there's no need to be so formal."

"Hey!"

Aunt Liu nodded happily. Seeing that she was about to sit next to him, Lu Mingyang hurriedly pulled Yang Nian'er over and grabbed the seat first.

Aunt Liu smiled awkwardly and sat to her daughter's left.

"Uncle Zhong, please sit down too!"

Lu Mingyang asked Zhong Bo to sit down, but Zhong Bo waved his hands, saying it was against the rules. Seeing that the delicious food was getting cold, Yang Nian'er stood up and pulled him to sit down.