Noble Lady

Situ Zhen looked at Xue Chenyu for a moment, then smiled as if to say, "That's how it should be."

Then, he gave the order.

Soon, the caravan members, together with the civilians recruited from the government office, set up a platform in an open space in the city.

Xue Chenyu had previously set her sights on that piece of vacant land, intending to use it to build a private school. However, because Zheng Duoqi was Mr. Lu's disciple and he was occupying the toilet without doing anything, she had always been unable to pass him.

Now that Zheng Duoqi can no longer cause any trouble, she can naturally let go.

Even the materials are readily available.

The platform was built before the large group of disaster victims who were about to enter the city to thank Xue Chenyu arrived.

There are tall flagpoles on both sides, with a couplet hanging on them.

First couplet: Great love passes through the spring breeze, full of the three thousand disabled people;

Second line: True love is like nectar, sprinkling a little rain on the world.

Horizontal banner: Love knows no boundaries.

The handwriting is as smooth as iron and as graceful as silver, with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, extremely unrestrained, yet with an inexplicable restraint.

The victims came along happily, beating drums and gongs, and then they saw the platform and the couplets.

I saw the well-dressed Prince Cheng and Miss Xue standing on the high platform.

Burn incense and pray to God.

"In the year of Wu Zi, there was a severe drought, and the people suffered greatly. ... However, the king was virtuous, and the king and his people were united in overcoming the hardship. Heaven, in mercy, sent down a life-saving rain. Zhen, the crown prince of Prince Cheng, a descendant of the Situ family, is on tour on behalf of Heaven. I am honored to express gratitude to the gods on behalf of the king. May our great prosperity bring favorable weather, prosperity, and peace to the country!"

Situ Zhen and Xue Chenyu looked at each other——

Qiuhua Yuzhu and others below, as well as the caravan and the yamen runners, were the first to respond: "I am the Emperor of the Great Sheng, chosen by Heaven, and I wish you long life and prosperity!"

"Dasheng has good weather and the country is peaceful and prosperous!"

"The Great Emperor, chosen by Heaven, may you live long and prosper!"

"Dasheng has good weather and the country is peaceful and prosperous!"

"The Great Emperor, chosen by Heaven, may you live long and prosper!"

"The weather is good, the country is peaceful and the people are safe!"

"May you live forever and prosper as fate would have you have!"

……

The plaque "The Mandate of Heaven" finally fell on Your Majesty's head as a matter of course.

Situ Zhen packed it carefully, wrote a memorial, and ordered someone to send it to the capital overnight.

This time, the memorial stated that Xue Chenyu helped them with disaster relief and comforted the people, and also stated that after the rain fell from heaven, the people were grateful to the court and His Majesty.

Of course, the most important thing is this plaque presented by the people of Haicheng County.

There are countless signatures of ordinary people on the back.

His Majesty read the memorial and plaque sent by his favorite nephew, and happily praised Prince Cheng at the court.

Things like "respectful and filial", "a person of great talent", "a pillar of talent", etc., are all full of compliments.

The prince in the corner secretly frowned.

But that’s another story.

After singing such a grand drama praising the emperor, it was not until the end of the drama and Xue Chenyu lay on the bed that she felt like she was truly alive.

This afternoon, it felt like dancing on the edge of a knife, or walking on ice, trembling with fear and treading on thin ice.

If you are not careful, you will be torn to pieces and your family will be destroyed.

"Sister, are you okay?" Xue Luoyan leaned over and touched her cold cheek.

Xue Chenyu slowly opened her eyes, "Luoluo, sister is fine, sister is fine."

"How could it be so fine?" The little girl burst into tears. "I've never been so nervous before. Your fingertips and cheeks are still cold."

Xue Chenyu sat up and hugged her sister in her arms, "Luoluo, we must become strong on our own. We have to protect our home ourselves."

"I know, sister, I know." Xue Luoyan, who was only ten years old, already had a firm look in her eyes.

Just talking.

Yuzhu reported at the door: "Miss, Miss Du is back."

"Please come in." Xue Chenyu quickly sat down.

Xue Luoyan also walked away sensibly.

"Sister Yuan."

"Luoluo, be good." Du Jingyuan touched her little face and took out a piece of malt sugar wrapped in brown paper from the pouch on her waist.

"Hey, it's freshly baked. Is Sister Yuan treating you well?"

Xue Luoyan nodded repeatedly, peeled off the candy wrapper and licked it twice impatiently, then walked out happily.

"Are you OK?"

Du Jingyuan held Xue Chenyu's hand. Du Juan had already moved a stool to her feet and she sat down.

Xue Chenyu laughed heartily and said, "Didn't you see it? I'm fine, not a single hair is missing."

Du Jingyuan looked her up and down before saying, "You're right! When I saw that scene, I was terrified. Chen Mingxuan and I were stuck over there, so we quickly sent Du Juan to tell you the news."

"I've heard about what's happening in the city, Xue Xiaoyu. You're amazing! How could you come up with such a great idea?"

Xue Chenyu asked in return: "If you don't do this, what better way do you have?"

Du Jingyuan curled her lips and said, "If I had a better idea, I would have come back on my own. Why would I have asked Du Juan to report the news? I didn't come back because I was afraid of causing trouble for you."

Xue Chenyu couldn't help laughing.

She could imagine the scene: the people sent the plaque, and Du Jingyuan tried her best to stop them, or took her away.

It will be really lively then.

"Ayuan, you usually have a stupid brain, how come you react so quickly now?" Xue Chenyu said half-jokingly.

Hearing this, Du Jingyuan's pretty face turned red: "...It was Chen Mingxuan who reminded me."

"I thought it was a good thing at first. He said that he was unworthy of his position, and I had an argument with him. Then, only then..." I understood.

Is his virtue unworthy of his position? Chen Mingxuan is worthy of being the youngest teacher in the Imperial College. He really hits the nail on the head.

If that plaque really fell on her head, wouldn't it be a case of "unworthy of the position" and disaster would surely follow.

"Thank Lord Chen for me. I will definitely repay this kindness when I have the chance." Xue Chenyu said.

Du Jingyuan nodded silently.

After a whole day of hard work, everyone was tired.

Whether it was Xue Chenyu who was in the city dealing with the sudden thanks and plaques, or Du Jingyuan who was out of the city distributing food and fodder, they all had their meals and went to rest.

The night is getting darker.

Xue Chenyu suddenly woke up from her sleep.

There was no nightmare, and no noise woke her up. She just woke up naturally.

In early November, the crescent moon was like a hook and the stars were dim.

Today is Qiuhua's night watch, and she is sleeping on the couch.

Xue Chenyu slowly stood up and quickly adapted to the darkness. Then, she saw a figure outside the window.

too familiar.

She immediately recognized that it was Situ Zhen's figure.

She didn't stand up or speak, for fear of disturbing Qiuhua.

After just a moment, the figure left.

It's like nothing happened.

Xue Chenyu was still sitting there in a daze, and Qiuhua seemed to wake up with a sense of awareness, "Miss, do you want some water?"

"……Um."

Qiuhua didn't light a candle, so she could see clearly at night.

Xue Chenyu looked out the window at the empty space, but remembered the couplet hanging on the flagpoles on both sides of the platform during the day.

It is said that Prince Cheng's son Situ Zhen always did terrible in his studies when he was tested by Lord Yu, which is why he became closer to his father and devoted himself to learning martial arts.

She had thought so before.

But his handwriting and the couplets he wrote quickly showed that he was definitely unlearned no matter from which angle you looked at it.

Who said that Prince Cheng was not good at literature and turned to learning martial arts?

Is it the prince?