He Lan Tianxia

Yan Garden wasn't far, but its style was completely different. Pavilions and terraces, flowing streams and bridges, birdsong and fragrant flowers—it was a place of tranquility. Leaving aside the wars, the killings, and the palace intrigues, this was definitely a livable, peaceful, and joyful place. The woman walked through Yan Garden with a radiant smile, as bright as the sunshine. Oh, and there were all sorts of flowers she loved—vibrant reds and lush greens. The woman happily strolled through the garden, momentarily forgetting herself in the moment.

Looking at the woman among the flowers, Murong Junlan smiled. It was the first time Jiang He, who had followed Murong Junlan for so many years, had ever seen the aloof prince smile, and smile so innocently. He couldn't bear to go over and break this harmonious scene, but then he heard the prince's voice: "How's the investigation going?"

Jiang He immediately approached and whispered, "Your Highness, I carefully examined the Wenyuan Pavilion and found no record of Chen Shimei. I estimate that Chen Shimei was probably not a good person."

"Oh."

"As for that bastard, I've found out."

"Tell me quickly," Murong Junlan said with great interest.

"Well... 'Wangba' is a common name for turtles and tortoises, and 'wangba dan' should be turtle eggs. As the saying goes, 'A thousand-year-old wangba, a ten-thousand-year-old gui,' so when this woman called the prince 'wangba dan,' she probably meant he would live to be a hundred years old." Jiang He explained, sweating profusely. Did he dare say that the woman had called the prince a turtle 'wangba dan'? He then realized that all of today's tasks were somehow related to losing his head. He prayed to Buddha for protection.

"Very good." The prince didn't seem angry. Wait a minute, how could the prince not be angry? Then the prince ordered, "Go, get me a jar of turtles and give it to the princess." See, who said the prince wasn't angry? Oh well, the best of the thirty-six stratagems is to run away. Jiang He fled as if his feet were greased.

The woman happened to come over, and with a hint of suspicion, asked, "Your Highness, why is he running so fast?"

Murong Junlan pursed his lips, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Isn't it all thanks to your good fortune?"

"Huh? What does this have to do with me?" The woman looked completely bewildered.

Do you like this Yan Garden?

"I love it! I love it so much! Thank you, Your Highness!"

"You really are my beloved concubine Yan'er." Murong Junlan suddenly hugged the woman again. "Yan'er, in fact, this Yan Garden was built specifically for you. I have never let anyone live here. I knew you would come back."

Yan'er? Wait, wasn't my name Le'er? How did I become Yan'er? Oh, I remember now, the old monk told me that Yan'er was my name in my previous life with Murong Junlan. Back then, Murong Junlan was an emperor, and I was the empress. We were deeply in love and could have lived a peaceful life ruling the world. Unfortunately, treacherous officials were in power, and we were both assassinated on a stormy night. In this life, Murong Junlan is a prince. Whether he can sit on the throne depends on whether he can fall in love with me. What is that old monk up to? Her name in this life is Le'er, but Murong Junlan remembers her from his previous life. No wonder Murong Junlan is always so unreliable; he doesn't even recognize her when he sees her. This must be the old monk deliberately setting her up. When she travels back in time, she'll definitely teach that old monk a lesson.

"Everything here was built according to your preferences, and all the flowers and plants are your favorites: peonies, crimson pearl grass, cactus, red roses, double-petaled peaches, spirea, red cosmos, purple clover, impatiens, snapdragons... and the clivia you gave me." Murong Junlan recited the list as if in a dream, which moved the woman to tears. "Yan'er, I remember you used to be generous, virtuous, and kind. Now you've become a bit willful and even uttered some vulgarities. But it's good that you're back. I don't mind. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."

The plot seems quite touching, shouldn't we give it a thumbs up? Well, just as the woman was about to speak, Jiang He instructed a servant to push over a large vat.

"Your Highness, your order has arrived."

"Very good." Murong Junlan smiled brightly. "My beloved consort, I can't give you the Chen Shimei you mentioned, but this—I can give you." With a flick of his long sleeve, Murong Junlan lifted the lid, revealing a vat full of turtles.

"A turtle?" The woman looked shocked.

"Here's what you wanted, you bastard." Murong Junlan looked at the woman with a half-smile. "Do you like it?"

"Damn, that scared me to death! When did I ever say I liked turtles?" The woman forced a smile and said, "Yes, I do."

“I like it too.” Murong Junlan suddenly waved his long sleeve, and the turtle in the jar was thrown to the ground with a “whoosh.” The woman cried out in alarm, her face pale. She immediately threw herself at Murong Junlan and clung to him tightly. Murong Junlan waved his long sleeve again, and the turtle on the ground was thrown back into the jar with a “whoosh.”

The woman looked at it and laughed: "Your Highness, you are truly amazing."

"Is that so?" Murong Junlan seemed to enjoy the compliment, looking languid and somewhat arrogant.

The woman immediately became interested in "one more time."

"Alright." Murong Junlan waved her long sleeves again, and the turtles in the jar were thrown to the ground with a "whoosh." Then she waved her long sleeves again, and the turtles on the ground were thrown back into the jar with a "whoosh." This was repeated several times. The woman's laughter filled the entire Yan Garden. Rong Junlan was in a better mood than ever before. The poor turtles in the jar were so dizzy from the "whoosh" that they were thrown to the ground that they were unable to move.

Just then, a cry came from the sky, and the eagle swooped down. "Potato?" The woman excitedly hugged the eagle. "Where have you been these past few days? Are you healed? Why didn't you look for me?" The woman's concern for the eagle made Murong Junlan a little jealous. However, he still said in a sour tone, "I've already applied some antidote to it. It's been healing its wounds for a while, and it just flew out today."

"No wonder I haven't seen it for so long. Thank you, Your Highness."

"You're welcome. But I keep feeling like I've seen this eagle somewhere before?"

"It was originally with you, you're its true owner."

"Oh?" Why did those words sound so comforting, completely dispelling any lingering gloom in his heart? Murong Junlan's lips curved into a beautiful smile, his eyes overflowing with warmth. "Then let's live here together from now on." As if understanding, the eagle flew high into the sky and circled around a few times, grinning foolishly.