Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

At dinner time, Lord Meng finished his work and went to Ziwei Courtyard to have dinner with Madam Meng.

He was stunned when he entered the house. He took back a few steps and asked the maid beside him, "Is this Ziwei Courtyard?"

Maid: "Yes, sir."

Lord Meng frowned, "Nonsense, this doesn't look like Ziwei Courtyard at all."

Mrs. Meng was filled with resentment, leaning against the door frame with her arms folded. "What is the master doing here? This is not a place to eat."

"Didn't Tingyue just move a few old things from the Xiao family back? What happened?" Lord Meng frowned.

"How many? Forget about how many. She almost emptied my yard and beat up my servants like a bandit. I really don't see how she looks like the master."

These words were like a fuse. Lord Meng's eyes were burning with desire, and he turned and walked away. "This is really outrageous. How can you empty your mother's courtyard?"

Meng Tingyue knew that he would come to settle the score, and the time was later than she expected.

Facing Lord Meng's questioning, she calmly put down the medical book in her hand and asked, "Dad, do you still remember whose yard that was originally owned by?"

After hearing this, Lord Meng was stunned, and his anger subsided a little. "You only said you wanted to move a few things."

"This is also because of Daddy."

"because I?"

Meng Tingyue nodded slightly, lowered her eyes, and spoke softly, "Because father has confined me to the courtyard, I am worried that during this period of confinement, I will have uncontrolled thoughts and cry myself to death. If this affects the wedding and father is blamed by His Majesty, I will blame myself deeply."

"After much thought, the only solution is to take back my mother's old things. Only when I look at my mother's old things all day long can I feel some comfort in my heart."

"I know that Daddy loves Sister Jiaojiao and also likes Madam. If I ask to live in the courtyard where my mother once lived, Daddy will definitely not agree, because Daddy doesn't like me."

Lord Meng wanted to defend himself but had no chance to speak.

"I know my sister doesn't like me because I look like mother. I don't dare to disturb father, so I can only look for traces of mother's existence to comfort myself."

Speaking of sad things, a crystal tear quietly slid down the corner of Meng Tingyue's eyes, and she quickly wiped it away.

Lord Meng was shocked. The person in front of him seemed to bring back long-lost memories, and the blurry face gradually became clear.

He looked away unnaturally, "It's my fault that I neglected you as a father."

Meng Ting shook his head lightly and forced a smile, saying, "It's okay. It's normal for Daddy to dislike me. I'm weak and have a weird temper. I even make Daddy angry during the day. If Daddy doesn't like me, I'll stay in the yard and wait to be married. I won't go out to cause trouble for Daddy, nor will I stop Daddy from doing what he wants to do."

Hearing this, a rare feeling of guilt rose in Lord Meng's heart, "Good boy, I'm sorry for putting you through this."

Lord Meng was frightened by Meng Tingyue's pitiful appearance and softened his heart. He did not ask for the items back until he left Wanyue Pavilion.

Meng Tingyue held the sign and wiped away the cold tears on her face, her eyes cold.

I have to say that the tricks of Jiang Qingrou and Meng Qingjiao, mother and daughter, are really effective, and her father really falls for it.

Qinglan stood aside and watched his girl's expression change so quickly that he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment.

After a long pause, he only said, "The girl is amazing."

Meng Tingyue just smiled and said nothing.

Qing Dian asked, "Miss, are you really going to be confined to the yard for the time being?"

"I've already said that. I'll just stay in the yard for a few days. It's a good opportunity to read the medical book that the captain sent me."

Meng Tingyue found a comfortable position and leaned on the small couch to read. There was a small pile of medical books on the small table beside her. These were all thank-you gifts from Wei Li. There were many ancient prescriptions in them that she had never seen before.

"Young lady, you've just been crying. You'd better read less tonight. It's bad for your eyes." Nanny Qin brought a few maids into the room and ordered them to serve the dishes. "Young lady, please eat first. The kitchen specially made corn and pork ribs soup and carrot stewed with beef brisket to nourish your eyes."

"Okay." She put down the medical book and walked towards the table. "It smells so good. Has Mammy cooked again?"

"I still can't hide it from the girl."

"Madam, take a rest and leave these matters to the servants."

"When you're old, you can't stay idle. This is the only fun you have. Don't stop me, girl. If you like, eat more."

After the meal, Meng Tingyue asked Qinglan to prepare writing materials.

"Bring me the book I bought a few days ago, the one under my pillow."

Qingdian took the book from under her pillow. Seeing the name on it, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and she hesitated. "Miss, you really have to copy down the contents of the book..."

"How about you help me think of the content?" Meng Tingyue directly snatched the book from her hand.

Dip the tip of the pen in ink, hold the book down with one hand, and write slowly on the paper with the other hand.

The beautiful small regular script was neat and pleasing to the eye, but the content above was so dark blue and indigo that the two of them couldn't bear to look at it. Their cheeks flushed and their expressions became unnatural.

Qinglan: "Miss, are such straightforward words really suitable for the prince..."

"For a cold and wooden man like the prince, you should be more straightforward and bold, otherwise you won't be able to attract his attention at all."

As she put pen to paper, she carefully considered the contents on the paper. "I haven't written in a long time, so my handwriting is ugly, but it doesn't matter. The content is what matters most."

He put the paper filled with sincere words for the prince aside and waited for the ink to dry.

She took out another piece of paper and started writing again, turning a page of the book beside her.

She stopped only after writing fifteen pages in a row.

Qingdian was responsible for folding the letter and putting it into the envelope.

Meng Tingyue solemnly instructed: "Starting tomorrow, send one letter a day to the Prince's residence."

"Yes, girl."

After giving the instructions, she found a new piece of paper and wrote.

When Nanny Qin came back from dinner, she saw a pile of envelopes on the table.

"The young lady has written so many letters. Are they all to the prince?"

"Yes." Meng Tingyue replied without raising his head.

Nanny Qin nodded, but stopped herself from speaking and finally could only sigh.

It is not something worth mentioning for a girl to take the initiative to send a letter to a man. If it were an ordinary man, she would definitely stop it.

But the other party is the prince, the most beloved son of His Majesty, and more likely the future new emperor. It is already marrying up for the girl to marry the prince, and the master does not love the girl, so the girl can only plan for herself.

"Be careful when delivering the letter. Don't let anyone know it's from a girl."

Qingdian nodded.

"Please buy these herbs for me tomorrow when you go out to deliver the letter." Meng Tingyue handed a piece of paper with a few herbs written on it to Qingdian.

"Yes, girl."

"Mammy, go back to sleep first. I'll read for a while and then go to sleep."

Nanny Qin originally wanted to spend some more time with Meng Tingyue.

"It's enough for me to have Qinglan and Qingyin accompany me."

At Meng Tingyue's repeated insistence, she gave Qinglan Qingdian a few more instructions before leaving reluctantly.