Noble Lady

It was all her fault that she hadn't taken the time to understand these things before. How could fine iron be so hard to find?

Wait, if she went to the blacksmith shop with the blueprint of a sword that could only be made of fine iron or even fine steel, and if someone with ulterior motives caught hold of it and used it as a topic of conversation, wouldn't that put the Marquis's Mansion in danger?

"Turn around and go back to the blacksmith shop."

……

Not long after Xue Chenyu left.

The blacksmith lowered the door panel and went into the backyard, bowing to the man in the yard who was drinking tea in a green robe with dark Ruyi patterns.

"Prince, someone brought a blueprint and said they want to make a sword."

The man didn't take it seriously. "You're a blacksmith, so why would someone ask you to do some ironwork?"

The blacksmith hurriedly said, "Sir, that's not the case."

"I don't think that pattern can be made with ordinary iron. It must be at least fine iron or refined steel to have such toughness."

The man in blue paused while drinking tea and slowly put down the teacup.

He slowly turned his face around, his handsome face had a wheat color from long-term exposure to the sun, and besides being handsome, he also showed a masculine and heroic spirit.

If Xue Chenyu were here, he would definitely recognize at a glance that the other person was his old friend - Prince Cheng, Situ Zhen.

"What kind of blueprint is it? Who brought it?"

"I have carefully studied the drawing and can copy it."

The blacksmith paused, "But the woman looked like a fairy, and her clothes were very extraordinary. She was obviously the wife of a wealthy family. She said she wanted to make this sword as a birthday gift for her brother."

Situ Zhen gave him a look, and the blacksmith nodded and went into the room behind him.

He came out again not long after, with two paintings in his fingers.

One is a copy of the blueprint, and the other is a portrait of the girl who is going to forge the sword.

Situ Zhen's pupils trembled, "Are you sure it's her?"

The blacksmith thought his own prince was dissatisfied with his painting skills. "Prince, my memory is okay, but my skills are really not good. My rough brushstrokes can only depict one tenth or one twelveth of the girl's appearance, but she is indeed like a fairy."

"Of course I know she looks like a fairy." Situ Zhen muttered to himself while looking at the portrait.

The blacksmith was stunned for a moment, "What did the prince say?"

"What about people?"

"People? I said we didn't have the fine iron in the shop to make the sword she wanted, and then I left."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Situ Zhen's face. He never expected that she would come here.

One in the front and one in the backyard.

Just missed it like that.

Fang Rui asked in a low voice, "Prince, do you want to pursue her?"

Hear the words.

Situ Zhen's dark eyes glanced at him coldly.

Fang Rui immediately gave up the idea, pretended to be busy, and found an excuse to leave.

As he was speaking, the blacksmith heard the bell at the door, "Someone's coming again."

……

But when Xue Chenyu returned, she found the blacksmith shop closed.

My heart sank instantly.

What are you afraid of?

The imperial court had extremely strict control over salt and iron, and my father was a military general. If someone caught him, there was no guarantee that some people would take the opportunity to cause trouble.

She was worried and couldn't help blaming herself for being so careless.

He was only thinking about dealing with He Minzhi and forgot everything else.

"Miss Xue."

The sudden call was familiar yet somewhat strange, but it successfully stopped Xue Chenyu from getting into the car.

She slowly turned around, and the handsome face that came into her sight brought back many of her forgotten memories.

A young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old was riding on a majestic horse, with his back straight, tall figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, which was very pleasing to the eye at first glance.

Although young, he seemed to possess a natural dignity. His face was undoubtedly handsome, but his tanned complexion, borne of years of wind and sun, gave him an air of heroic prowess.

She looks so much better than He Minzhi's effeminate look.

But after just one look, Xue Chenyu quickly lowered her head, got out of the car and saluted.

"Your servant greets His Majesty."

"Miss Xue, there's no need to be so polite. Why are you here?"

Situ Zhen leaned down to talk to her, his elbows resting on the saddle, holding a short whip, with a smile on his face.

The manner of chatting casually has a sense of romanticism for no reason.

Xue Chenyu was a little dazed for a moment.

Prince Cheng's son Situ Zhen studied with the Crown Prince in the palace, and his father was their martial arts master.

Because the Crown Prince focuses on literature and Prince Cheng focuses on martial arts, the Crown Prince is closer to the Crown Prince's Tutor, while Prince Cheng is more willing to go to the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion.

She had known Situ Zhen since she was in her teens, but after all, Prince Cheng was a royal relative and had a different status, so he was still a distinguished guest when he came to the Marquis' Mansion.

So she and Situ Zhen were only more familiar with each other than others, but they couldn't be said to be very close.

Moreover, she had never met the Prince of Cheng again since she married He Minzhi in her previous life.

It has been three or four years since we met again after a lifetime.

There was a sense of trance as if I were meeting an old friend again after many years.

"what happened?"

Seeing that she seemed a little absent-minded, Situ Zhen raised his voice slightly.

Xue Chenyu finally came to her senses, "No, nothing. Why is the prince here?"

Situ Zhen seemed to think about it, "It's my horse, the horseshoes need to be changed."

"Miss Xue hasn't told me how she got here. The gold and silver shop and the rouge and powder shop are all on the street in front." The implication was that there was no way a girl like her could come here.

Xue Chenyu was a little surprised: Shouldn't a small matter like repairing horseshoes be taken care of by the palace servants? Why would he, the prince, need to take care of it himself?

But since he said so, Xue Chenyu just believed it for the time being.

"Yes, I usually don't come here. I came here today because I had something to do. I didn't expect the blacksmith shop to be closed."

As she was speaking, Xue Chenyu slowly stood up, and at this moment the drawing suddenly fell out of her sleeve.

She quickly tried to reach out and pick it up.

But Fang Rui picked it up first, and then very naturally turned around and handed it to Situ Zhen with both hands.

Situ Zhen only took a glance and was surprised. "What is this?"

"This... was drawn by me." Xue Chenyu forced a smile, feeling guilty for taking credit for something.

"That brat Xue Huai has always wanted to be a great swordsman. Since his birthday is approaching, I thought of giving him a birthday gift."

Situ Zhen: "I have always wanted to make a sword like this. I have drawn the pattern many times, but I have never been able to perfect it. I didn't expect that the girl would draw it first.

"Prince also wants to fight with a similar sword?"

"Yes, Miss Xue should know that I can only learn martial arts because I failed to study, so I prefer swords, spears, swords and halberds."

Situ Zhen paused and said, "I like this design very much. I wonder if Miss Xue can bear the pain of parting with it?"

Xue Chenyu hesitated.

She couldn't help but think that Situ Zhen had a similar idea. Then, could it be that the sword in the previous life was not made by He Heminzhi and his party, but by the Prince of Cheng?

But as soon as this thought flashed through her mind, she denied it.

"How could it be such a coincidence?"

And how did Prince Cheng's things end up in He Minzhi's hands?

Even if Ji Minrou could marry the eldest princess's beloved daughter, Princess Duanyang, Prince Cheng was His Majesty's nephew, the Crown Prince's right-hand man, and a loyal minister.

A princess who marries out of the royal family can never gain more power than an associate of the Eastern Palace who wants to inherit the title.

It would not be so easy for Princess Duanyang to take the thing from him.

At least, from her previous life until she was killed, Prince Cheng's power had always far surpassed that of Princess Duanyang.

But after the incident at the Wu'an Marquis Mansion, he did draw a clear line with the mansion, which made Xue Chenyu a little unhappy.

Although she knew that it was Xue Huai who was bewitched and hurt the concubine's beloved son, the Sixth Prince.

He was afraid that it would be difficult for him to step forward in that situation.