Resisting the Wind and Splendor

After hearing Zisu's words, Tuoba Liuli's face turned so red that it was almost dripping blood.

I've always known that marriage involves intimate acts, but I've heard that such things happen naturally when the time is right.

But, as for the drug trials that Zisu mentioned, well... that requires someone to take the initiative to do it.

This is so shameful!

"I'm just telling you this, not forcing you to do it, but since you and the young master will be getting married soon, I think you need to know about this."

Zisu applied a hot towel to her face, and then started packing her things.

"Seventh Princess, if you don't want to, you don't have to take it to heart. I think Miss will always find a solution."

Tuoba Liuli moved her lips, wanting to speak, but she was so shy that her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Zisu finished packing and removed the hot towel from her eyes: "Alright, Seventh Princess, take a good rest. Don't think too much. Things will work themselves out."

In the end, Tuoba Liuli simply nodded: "...Mm."

……

The news of Prince Mo's marriage to Miss Li from the Duke's mansion quickly spread throughout the capital.

Hearing that the wedding was scheduled for the eighth day of next month, the Duke's mansion was filled with joy. Although there were still half a month to go, Zisu had already ordered people to renovate everything in the Duke's mansion.

From the pavilions and towers that she was not entirely satisfied with, to every flower and blade of grass in the courtyard, Zisu put a lot of thought into redesigning them.

As for Prince Mo, his situation was incredibly lively.

The Prince's mansion originally didn't have many maids, but in the past two days, quite a few people have been recruited one after another. Originally, Liu Yun was supposed to select them personally, but this guy doesn't know anything and only chooses some good-looking ones.

The prince was not satisfied, so he finally let Jing Lei choose the person.

This really stumped Jing Lei. He could come up with countless rules for selecting guards, but what about selecting maids? If they were skilled in martial arts, they would be rough-handed; if they were rough-handed, they might not be good at needlework; if they were skilled in needlework, they would have no martial arts skills at all and would be completely unable to protect the princess.

How can this be good?

That day, Jing Lei was strolling down the street, preoccupied with his own thoughts, when he accidentally knocked over someone's basket.

"Sorry!" Jing Lei immediately squatted down and picked up the basket and the floral decorations inside.

But then, from above, came the girl's slightly surprised voice: "Lord Jing Lei?"

Jing Lei was taken aback, and looked up at her: "Miss Zisu?"

Zisu also squatted down and helped him pick up the scattered flower ornaments.

"Lord Jing Lei, why do you look so absent-minded?" He was a master by Prince Mo's side, and to bump into a young lady while walking was probably a once-in-a-century event for Jing Lei.

Jing Lei tidied up her basket, not wanting to say anything since it concerned the Prince's residence.

But Zisu's smile was so reassuring that he couldn't help but tell her everything: "His Highness ordered us to arrange a few maids for the future princess, but Liuyun and I have been busy for two days and still can't find suitable people."

Choosing maids was more difficult than going to war; those who didn't know better would think they were joking.

But Zisu knew that Jinglei was a man of few words, and even less likely to joke.

"Why weren't you selected?" There was a teahouse not far away. She said, "Lord Jinglei, you haven't selected any maids from your household, have you? Come over and have some tea, and I'll tell you about it."