Remarrying Chun Yuan

Chen Zhongyao remained expressionless and did not utter a single word.

Yuan Cuo continued, "So it's better if you don't know."

If a high-ranking censor knew he was planning to rob someone on the way, who knows how crazy he would go.

Chen Zhongyao rubbed his temples. "I don't care what you're trying to do, just don't drag Yuechu into this. You can't slack off on the autumn examination either. It's fine if you don't make it into the top three, but you absolutely must get at least one Jinshi degree. Otherwise, I'll suggest that Yuechu divorce you."

Judging from Yuan Cuo's attitude, it's clear that his methods were anything but honorable; his ranking in the imperial examinations was, to some extent, a means of self-preservation.

Unable to protect themselves, they resort to reckless behavior?

He absolutely cannot allow this to happen.

Yuan Cuo nodded quickly, "Don't worry, Lord Chen, I will do my best."

Chen Zhongyao said nothing more and walked towards Princess Chen's carriage with his hands behind his back.

Princess Chen looked at her son with tears in her eyes, extremely reluctant to part with him.

“You’ve already decided to leave me and go to your father’s side, why put on a show of life and death? The moment the carriage moves, your mind will drift over there, and you’ll be laughing so happily.” Chen Zhongyao said seriously.

Princess Chen's sobs froze, and she glared at him fiercely, "Let's go, let's go, you heartless wretch!" But Chen Zhongyao was right; she truly did miss her husband...

Liu Yuechu went up and was intimate with Princess Chen for a while, but seeing that the sun was about to set, Princess Chen had no choice but to leave.

"I have a memorial to present to the emperor at the morning court tomorrow, so I cannot accompany you to the memorial service for my adoptive mother. I will offer incense for her at home." Chen Zhongyao left these words behind, then got into his carriage and departed.

Liu Yuechu nodded and watched him leave. Turning around, she saw Yuan Cuo and Liu Musheng both letting out a long sigh of relief.

“When he was little, Zhongyao always had a stern face and I never saw him smile. Now he’s getting even more serious.” Liu Yuechu couldn’t help but sigh. “What did he say to you just now?” she asked Yuan Cuo.

Yuan Cuo didn't hide anything, saying, "I asked a few questions about the horse farm, nothing serious." He couldn't say that Chen Zhongyao had threatened him to pass the imperial examination or else Liu Yuechu would divorce him.

Liu Yuechu couldn't have guessed these things, but she could better understand why Yuan Cuo chose a group of playboys to do this.

Pei Chun and his few unreliable horse farm owners are already being closely watched, let alone the talented young men from prestigious families.

"Before the princess left, she helped me obtain the list and itinerary of the Mongol delegation..." She had already seen it, and now she took it out from her bosom and handed it to Yuan Cuo.

Yuan Cuo glanced at the schedule and tossed it directly to Hou Lai, saying, "Tomorrow we'll be offering incense to my mother-in-law. What preparations do I need to make? My wife will need to discuss this with me in detail when we get back."

Liu Yuechu froze for a moment, "Let me ask Granny Fang."

In her previous life, Wei Gongming never accompanied her to the ancestral graves. After all, he was the high-ranking heir of a marquis's mansion, while her mother was just a musician.

Even the most skilled musician is just a musician; he is not worthy of Wei Gongming bowing and kowtowing to him.

Yuan Cuo didn't ask any further questions, and the group got into the carriage and went home.

Back home, Granny Fang explained the kowtow rituals for tomorrow's ancestral worship, which Yuan Cuo carefully memorized. Suddenly, Pei Chun rushed to the Liu family's house and dragged Yuan Cuo out.

Granny Fang looked worried. "...One is influenced by one's company. The young master spends all his time with these纨绔 (spoiled brats). I hope he doesn't go astray."

After all, Pei Chun and Lu Bingyang were not only notorious playboys in the capital, but also infamous.

Liu Yuechu reassured Granny Fang, "The young master is quite composed, so you should trust him too."

"I'm old, so I think things through more deeply and speak without restraint. If you find it offensive, just consider it old woman's nonsense," Granny Fang complained. So all of Princess Chen's advice today went in one ear and out the other?

“I grew up under your care since I was little, so I know you mean well. But you should trust those you employ and not employ those you don’t trust. Besides, Brother Zhongyao didn’t stop him, did he?” Liu Yuechu could only use this powerful figure as a shield.

Granny Fang took a breath, her expression complicated.

The only one to blame is Chen Zhongyao, who is out of touch with reality. He clearly liked Liu Yuechu since childhood, but claimed he had offended too many people and resolutely refused to marry her. Otherwise, why would Princess Chen have let Liu Yuechu marry someone else? If they had truly become family, the princess would never have gone to the southwest.

"Alright, alright, as long as Yue Niang doesn't blame this old woman for being nosy, I'll stay by your side forever." Granny Fang sighed with emotion, after all, Liu Yuechu was already married.

Liu Yuechu understood Fang Mama's heart. If she hadn't had her past life experiences, she wouldn't have dared to take such a gamble.

The next day, the family went up the mountain to pay respects to their mother's grave. Yuan Cuo also kowtowed to his mother-in-law for the first time and offered her tea.

Lin Mengyu also came today; Liu Yuechu's mother is her teacher.

"I haven't heard from you for quite some time. Have you been hiding at home and refusing to see me?" Liu Yuechu couldn't help but tease.

Since her wedding embarrassed the Lin family, Lin Mengjun had never shown her face again, and this was the first time she had seen Lin Mengyu.

"Of course I want to see you, but my family members feel guilty and think it would be a loss of face, and my mother's illness has relapsed." Lin Mengyu's face looked thinner, clearly indicating that she had been having a hard time lately.

Liu Yuechu asked in surprise, "Do you need any help? The medicinal ingredient is still in Yuan Cuo's courtyard. I don't know if there's any left."

“It’s no use. A heart ailment needs a heart remedy.” Lin Mengyu was no longer cheerful. “My mother feels that her days are numbered and has started arranging marriages for me. I’m afraid that soon I will also have to tie my hair up and wear hairpins, becoming a little wife, and being entangled in the trivial matters of my relatives all day long. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.”

Liu Yuechu didn't know how to persuade her. Marriage was a fate that women couldn't escape, especially in the Lin family.

“My older brother is also getting married. He’s older, so according to custom, he has to get married before me.”

Lin Mengyu felt no sorrow for his misfortune, but rather gloated. "But he seemed so dazed and confused, as if he didn't care at all who he married, and his mind was still on you. How come I never realized before that you were such a bewitching little vixen?" She disliked his dejection and deliberately changed the subject.

"Go to hell, what nonsense!" Liu Yuechu brought up Lin Mengyu's initial investment, "You can choose your spouse with confidence, and I'll give you my share of the business profits when you dowry up."

"No, keep it low-key," Lin Mengyu said. "Consider the money in your hands as my last lifeline, and I'll offer help when needed."

Liu Yuechu was puzzled. Which relative had she mentioned that made her so cautious?

But Lin Mengyu didn't say anything, and Liu Yuechu didn't press for details.

After offering their prayers and eating vegetarian food, the group returned home before it got dark.

"Your Majesty, someone from the palace has suddenly come and requests your presence."

Just as Liu Yuechu got off the carriage at the door, Uncle Chun hurriedly approached.

"The palace? What did they say?" Liu Yuechu asked, puzzled.

Uncle Chun shook his head, "This old servant doesn't know either, it seems to be related to the Mongols."