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

Song Wei smiled, "Yang'er, you are doing this for my safety, right?"

Lu Mingyang corrected herself: "This is my duty as a wife."

"What about your heart? I don't believe you think this way."

"It doesn't matter what I think."

"But it's very important to me." Song Wei's eyes were full of heartache. "I won't let you ruin your life's happiness for a dying man like him."

"Then let's wait until he dies!" Lu Mingyang said coldly, "As for Mr. Song's jade pendant, I'll ask my elder sister for it after her anger subsides. You don't have to worry."

After that, he turned around and left.

"Oh, isn't this my sister? Why don't you even have a carriage? You're running around sweating profusely."

After turning two alleys, Lu Mingyang heard Qin Miao's unique soft voice. Looking back, he saw Qin Miao lifting the car curtain with a smile on her lips.

"Let me take my sister back!"

"Thank you!" Worried that Song Wei would catch up, Lu Mingyang raised his leg and got on the carriage.

Qin Miaoxiao asked: "What kind of maid do you like, please tell me in detail, so that I can help you pick a few to serve you."

Lu Mingyang looked at her radiant face, feeling mixed emotions. "Miss Qin, could you please resign from the Queen Mother?"

Qin Miao said with disdain: "Sister, if you can't do the job yourself, do you think others can't do it too?"

"Then, can you please discuss this with His Highness?"

"Sister, you don't understand." Qin Miao's face was full of shyness: "The relationship between me and Brother Zheng is different from yours. You don't understand."

"is it?"

Lu Mingyang couldn't say anything more and nodded with a smile.

Qin Miao smiled and took Lu Mingyang's hand, describing the layout of the palace to her. These matters should have been handled by the princess. Lu Mingyang listened awkwardly, occasionally responding to the occasion, and finally arrived at the Chengyang Marquis's Mansion.

Mudan watched the girl from the Lu family hurriedly get off the carriage and complimented her, "You are really amazing, young lady. You selected all the people in the palace. Who would still recognize her as the princess? From now on, she will only have an empty title. You will be the real mistress of the Ningyuan Palace."

"A country girl is worthy of comparing herself to me." Qin Miao said confidently: "No rush, take your time. Whether it's name or reality, I want it all."

……

"Second sister, it's been a few days, you're not still thinking about that, are you?" Yang Nian'er said speechlessly: "If you are really worried, just tell King Ningyuan."

"I won't." Lu Mingyang thought of Qin Miao's words and curled his lips. "They're different from me. They're like me. Maybe they're just putting on a show together to trick outsiders like us. If I run over there, I'll be like a clown and be laughed at by them."

"Then let's just ignore it."

"But what if?" The most important reason why Concubine Song arranged her own spies was definitely to prevent the women in the palace from giving birth to Prince Ningyuan's children.

Yang Nian'er rolled her eyes in disgust: "Even if that happens, what does it have to do with you?"

"Why does it have nothing to do with me? I still want to have a baby..." Lu Mingyang bit his tongue in time.

Yang Nian'er asked: "What happened?"

"Oh, nothing." Lu Mingyang blushed and pulled his sister into a stall with a sign that read "Xiang Yin Zi" and said to the owner, "Two cups of cardamom fragrant drink."

Tired from shopping, they sat under a shed, drinking a hot cardamom drink. Six men sat around a square table nearby, talking animatedly. They looked like soldiers in the camp.

"Among the eight lieutenants in the capital, our Lieutenant Pei is the most powerful. His Royal Highness Prince Ningyuan has actually accomplished something that even our Lieutenant Pei couldn't do."

"Yes! Using your hand as a bow and shooting an arrow through the throat is much more difficult than using a ten-stone bow. I thought the only person in the capital who could do it was the second son of the Chengyang Marquisate who died in battle outside Yanmen Pass years ago."

One of the men was not convinced.

"How do you know our Captain Pei can't do it? I heard Captain Pei laughing the night before."

"What laughter? I clearly heard you crying. You cried all night long."

"What are you crying for? You're obviously laughing!"

The two men, sitting on the east and west sides, started shouting and were about to fight. The man sitting on the south side quickly restrained them and tried to smooth things over.

"If you ask me, whether our Captain Pei can do it or not is normal. The key is that His Royal Highness Prince Ningyuan can do it. It's incredible."

"Yes, even if he was a martial arts master in the past, he was, after all, a dying man on his deathbed. How could he have such great strength? Moreover, I heard from my cousin in the Imperial Guard that His Royal Highness Prince Ningyuan flew down from the city wall in an instant and rescued the princess. He was so fast that he almost flew as fast as an arrow. Is that something an ordinary person can do?"

The people on the north side had mysterious expressions on their faces. The six of them were shoulder to shoulder, heads close together, and their voices were very low, but Lu Mingyang still heard them.

"If you ask me, Prince Ningyuan must be faking illness."

Everyone agreed, and the more they talked, the more reasonable it became.

Are you faking illness?

Lu Mingyang was also in a trance. He pretended to be sick so that His Majesty would relax his vigilance and release him from confinement.

How can it be!

Lu Mingyang slapped his forehead, thinking to himself that he was stupid. If he was really faking illness, how could he risk being exposed to save you? Who do you think you are?

"Nian'er, don't talk nonsense about what you heard today."

When Lu Mingyang was pulling his sister to the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, he gave her special instructions.

Yang Nian'er said "Oh", but still couldn't help but said: "But I think what they said makes sense."

"What's the point of that?" Lu Mingyang said disdainfully, "You're a bunch of rookies with terrible kung fu skills. You're just guessing without any skills, and you take it seriously. Are you stupid?"

"You're the fool!" Yang Nian'er was so angry that she punched her second sister and ran into the mansion first. When Zhong Bo saw the two of them, he hurried over.

"Fourth Miss, someone from the palace has sent a message, asking the descendants of Chengyang Marquis Lu Hui to gather at Chengyang Marquis's mansion tomorrow. The palace has issued an order."

Lu Mingyang was puzzled: "Who is Lu Hui?"

Zhong Bo said, "My ancestor, General Lu Hui, followed Emperor Taizu in his conquests and was granted the title of Marquis of Chengyang. You are his fourth-generation descendant."

Lu Mingyang uttered an awkward "Oh!" It was her fault for not being serious when she knelt in the ancestral hall. Now she was embarrassed. She scratched her hair and asked, "What's going on? Why such a big deal?"

Uncle Zhong shook his head.

Thinking about meeting a bunch of clan relatives he had never met before, Lu Mingyang felt a little timid and asked Uncle Zhong to go to the front hall to talk.

"Uncle Zhong, tell me about those people."

"promise!"

Uncle Zhong told him everything in detail. This noble family had so many relatives. When Lu Mingyang was almost dozing off, he heard Uncle Zhong's voice getting heavier.

"Fourth Miss, it's okay for others, but you have a cousin named Lu Xun who is a commander. He is in a high position and has great power. You must not be disrespectful tomorrow."

Lu Mingyang vaguely remembered Chu Mingzheng mentioning his cousin who was the commander. He said unconvincedly, "He's the commander, and I'm the princess."