The Cloud Feather of the Red Chamber: A Marriage Arranged with Gong Yuanzheng at the Start

When Gong Yuanzheng brought the person to Zheng Palace, he realized that due to his negligence, Zheng Palace had not arranged a residence for his future wife.

Meeting Lin Qingyue's clear eyes, Gong Yuanzheng surprisingly felt a pang of guilt.

"Please make do with the guest room for the night. I'll have them pack up overnight and move you to your new place tomorrow."

"Young Master Zheng can make the arrangements." Lin Qingyue's voice was as gentle and pleasant as ever.

Gong Yuanzheng coughed lightly, "Then you rest first, I'll go take care of some other things."

After saying that, he walked towards the palace gate.

Lin Qingyue called out to him, "Young Master Zheng, are you going to interrogate the assassin Wufeng?"

Gong Yuanzheng nodded. "Wu Feng's infiltration of the palace gates is a matter of great importance. We must find out their purpose as soon as possible."

Lin Qingyue smiled and walked to Gong Yuanzheng's side. "Then there's no need to go. Others have already gone to interrogate him."

Gong Yuanzheng's eyes looked at her with less shyness and more scrutiny. "What do you mean by that?"

Lin Qingyue's smile remained unchanged. "Young Master Jiao has something to tell you: Does Young Master Zheng have time to speak with Qingyue?"

Upon hearing the name Gong Shangjiao, Gong Yuanzheng's expression softened.

"Come with me."

He brought Lin Qingyue to his pharmacy.

After inviting Lin Qingyue to sit down, he poured two glasses of water.

"I only have medicinal tea here. Your body is too weak, so I won't give it to you yet. I'll prepare a suitable tea for you after you've recovered."

Lin Qingyue was somewhat surprised by his thoughtfulness. She remembered that most of the comments about him online were that he was a brother-obsessed, arrogant, and disdainful of others. Wasn't this very polite?

Taking a sip of tea, Lin Qingyue slowly spoke, "Does Young Master Zheng know that Lady Wuji of the Feather Palace is a Demon-level assassin of the Wufeng faction?"

"What!" Gong Yuanzheng knocked over the teacup in front of him.

After hearing everything, Gong Yuanzheng's initial anger gradually subsided.

"So, the reason my brother didn't come back in time is because he found evidence of Mingwu Princess's identity."

"We don't know about Qingyue."

Gong Yuanzheng looked at her with a more inquisitive gaze, "Is there really such a magical thing as precognitive dreams?"

"The world is vast and full of wonders." Lin Qingyue poured him a full cup of tea. "Otherwise, how do you think a young lady like me would know about these things in the martial world?"

There was another possibility: that you were Wu Feng. Gong Yuanzheng thought to himself, but when he thought of Lin Qingyue's family background, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Wu Feng currently lacks the courage and ability to take action against important officials of the imperial court.

Aside from dreaming, a young girl like her really had no way of knowing these things.

Gong Yuanzheng's face suddenly flushed slightly. He quickly took a sip of tea and spoke with a hint of shyness.

"Did you know me in your dreams?"

"Naturally, I learned about the various palace masters of the palace through my dreams."

Gong Yuanzheng looked up at her, then quickly looked away.

"Then why did you choose me as your husband?"

Lin Qingyue was puzzled, but still answered truthfully, "You are the closest in age to me."

"Just because of this?" Gong Yuanzheng asked, somewhat disappointed.

"nature."

The blush on Gong Yuanzheng's face faded completely, and he stood up in dissatisfaction.

"It's getting late, let me take you to your room, you should get some rest."

Lin Qingyue did not refuse. It was her first time entering the palace, and she was unfamiliar with the environment and the nature of the servants.

With the ruler of the palace leading the way, these servants would not dare to fawn over the powerful and belittle the weak.

They escorted Lin Qingyue to her guest room and saw that she had turned off the light.

Gong Yuanzheng was still wide awake and, feeling utterly bored, headed towards the dungeon.

Upon seeing the wine cup, Gong Yuanzheng knew that someone had been there.

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile, poured a glass of wine, and walked up to Zheng Nanyi.

Zheng Nanyi looked at the poisoned wine, fear flashing in her eyes, and her body involuntarily shrank back.

"I would never drink poison."

"Whether you drink or not is none of my business."

Gong Yuanzheng approached Zheng Nanyi step by step.

“I’m not here to extract a confession through torture.”

"Then what are you doing?"

Zheng Nanyi asked in a trembling voice, as Gong Yuanzheng had already raised his wine cup to her chest.

Gong Yuanzheng slowly poured the poisoned wine into Zheng Nanyi's clothes, his smile carrying a hint of madness.

"Just here to kill time."

He's a madman, he's a complete madman!

The burning, stabbing pain in her chest was excruciating for Zheng Nanyi. Before she lost consciousness, only this one sentence echoed in her mind.

Lin Qingyue did not sleep well on her first night at the palace gates.

My dreams were fragmented, and I even dreamt of many fragments of Cloud Feather.

Lin Qingyue rubbed her slightly dizzy forehead and smiled wryly. She had actually had a precognitive dream.

There was a knock at the door. "Miss Lin, are you awake?"

"Come in," Lin Qingyue said.

A group of maids from the Zheng Palace filed in, carrying toiletries, and stood in a row in front of Lin Qingyue.

Clearly, these maids didn't know how to serve their mistress during her washing and grooming.

A group of people stood there, staring at Lin Qingyue.

It was only the first day, and Lin Qingyue already missed Qiulan.

However, Lin Qingyue wasn't truly a woman who never lifted a finger; she could easily handle things like washing up.

After washing up and changing her clothes, Lin Qingyue, led by her maid, headed to the dining hall of Zheng Palace.

Even though he hadn't slept all night, Gong Yuanzheng was still full of energy. Looking at the dishes in front of him, he frowned in dissatisfaction, rearranged the plates, and then withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

After waiting for a while, still seeing no one, he changed his posture, slightly annoyed.

But thinking of his bride, who came from a scholarly family and was very particular about rules, he immediately changed back to his original sitting posture.

After changing the clothes, he secretly despised himself, thinking that he would break off the engagement sooner or later, so why should he care what she thought of him?

However, since all visitors are guests, he naturally had to treat them well and couldn't let his brother lose face.

While he was lost in thought, Lin Qingyue also entered the hall.

Hearing footsteps, Gong Yuanzheng looked up and his gaze was instantly captivated by the beautiful woman before him.

The pure white and soft gauze made the girl look like a fairy. Her hair was gently tied up, without too much decoration, which made her look even more beautiful and refined.

Why does she walk so gracefully, even though we're both walking?

As Gong Yuanzheng was thinking, a line of poetry suddenly came to mind.

Her delicate steps are exquisite and unparalleled in the world.

"Young Master Zheng?"

"Master Zheng!"

Gong Yuanzheng was startled awake and immediately withdrew his gaze, feigning composure.

"This dish is good for your spleen and stomach, you should try it."

Lin Qingyue looked at the dishes on the table, each one beneficial to the spleen and stomach, and sincerely thanked Gong Yuanzheng.

"Young Master Zheng is very kind."

Zhi Ren's attitude was indeed not good, but Zheng Gong still gave her enough face as a "pawn" sent by the court for a marriage alliance.

"You are my fiancée, so it's only right that I take care of your health. These are all minor matters."

Gong Yuanzheng hurriedly explained that he had forgotten that the engagement was to be dissolved in the future.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyue's smile faded.

She opened a clay pot, ladled out a bowl of porridge, and placed it on Gong Yuanzheng's table.

"Young Master Zheng, please."

Gong Yuanzheng hurriedly picked up the porridge. He noticed that Lin Qingyue seemed a little unhappy.

Why is she unhappy? Is it because the food doesn't suit her taste?

The meal was eaten in silence, and neither of them seemed to enjoy their food.

Before the meal was finished, a guard trotted in.

"Young Master Zheng, Young Master Jiao has returned to the palace!"

"Great! My brother's back!"

Gong Yuanzheng jumped up from the chair happily and took a few quick steps, but then stopped when he remembered that Lin Qingyue was still there.

"I'm going to pick up my brother. You eat first, don't wait for me."

Lin Qingyue smiled faintly, "Okay."

Gong Yuanzheng grinned and happily ran out of the palace gate.

As soon as Gong Yuanzheng left, the smile on Lin Qingyue's face disappeared.

She put down the bowl in her hand and sighed.

She missed her parents, Yu'er, and Qingyu.