Divorced woman with child travels through time

Princess Anning looked at his hand placed beside her, then casually waved her hand over and placed it directly on his hand.

Yu Longxin was moved and grabbed it with her other hand.

Beneath the wide sleeves, two jade-like hands clasped tightly together, like two lonely hearts that had finally found the right way out.

Few dared to stage an accident involving the princess's carriage, so the journey was smooth, and they arrived at Prince Gong's Mansion in no time.

Whether the current emperor is deliberately trying to disgust Zhao Guangjun or is ashamed that his father died of a stroke and that his reputation was ruined, he is deliberately delaying issuing the hereditary document. Unfortunately, Zhao Guangjun is clearly entitled to inherit the title of Prince, but he is still holding the title of Prince of the Second Rank.

When the gatekeeper saw the princess's carriage, he was taken aback. He hadn't heard that this princess was coming. She was a distant relative. He sent someone to inform the prince and then hurriedly got up to greet her.

"Greetings, Princess Anning!"

"Go and announce that the third-ranked scholar has arrived as promised!" Princess Anning got out of the carriage with a cold face, and then casually took Yu Long's hand. Yu Long was like a young lady being helped off the carriage by her husband. Only after getting off the carriage did she suddenly realize that her behavior just now was reversed. He is a man, for crying out loud.

"Yes!" The servant looked left and right, extremely curious.

Before long, the butler came out and politely welcomed them inside.

Yu Long realized that this person was the guard who had looked for him at the palace gate that day.

Zhao Guangjun sat by the pavilion in the garden, with women on his left and right, drinking and playing games with them.

As soon as they entered, they all stared at the two of them, especially the women, whose eyes seemed glued to Yu Long.

Yu Long paused awkwardly for a moment.

Zhao Guangjun narrowed his eyes, looking at Yu Long, who had a clean and sunny temperament. He smiled slightly, his whole demeanor frivolous and dissolute, exuding an indescribable decadence.

"You're here~ Have a seat!" Zhao Guangjun grinned, tilting his head slightly. "I was just here to see how handsome the third-ranked scholar is, why did you follow me? Are you afraid I'll eat him? Huh?? Haha~"

His smile caused all the women in the courtyard to burst into laughter.

"That's true. I'm fond of Yu Lang, so I'm naturally worried that he might be led astray by some ill-intentioned people, isn't that right?" Princess Anning removed her veil as soon as she entered the manor. She was quite beautiful, no less so than any of the other women.

She smiled calmly, took Yu Long's hand, and shook it openly.

Zhao Guangjun's eyes darkened. "It's normal for men to come out and have some fun, listen to music. You're a woman, even if he marries you, don't interfere too much and annoy people."

"That's my business, no need for Second Uncle to worry about it." Zhao Yirong stood there, curling her lip in disdain. Yu Long couldn't even get a word in edgewise.

Zhao Yirong became impatient after he said that and started nitpicking.

"What, Uncle, are you planning to make us stand here like this forever? Not even offer us a cup of tea?"

"Not at all. Look at this garden. You can choose where you want to sit. I'm not the kind of person who restricts others." Zhao Guangjun didn't even move his buttocks, took the wine fed to him by the dancer with his mouth, and squinted his eyes contentedly.

Zhao Yirong rolled her eyes, led Yu Long to a side porch, and pointed disdainfully at the two head servants, saying, "You, get out of the way, go over there!"

The two headmen bowed obediently, their eyes lingering on Yu Long before stepping aside.

Zhao Guangjun didn't mind. A servant brought over tea, and Zhao Yirong picked it up, smelled it, and took a leisurely sip.

Seeing this, Yu Long picked up her cup.

The three of them remained silent, and the others dared not utter a sound; the air suddenly became quiet.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Guangjun, thinking that this was someone he had invited, asked, "I heard that Young Master Yu is still staying at an inn. Is it not spacious enough? If it's inconvenient, you can stay at the Prince's Mansion. I live alone and can keep you company..."

Listen to him, is he even speaking human language? Everyone here knows his background; he's a severely emotionally deprived person.

"Need not!"

"No!" Yu Long and Zhao Yirong refused in unison. Yu Long looked at Zhao Yirong, then turned to Zhao Guangjun, pondering how best to refuse.

Zhao Yirong quickly replied, "If he's going to stay, he should stay at my Princess's residence. It's so peaceful there, I don't even have a male favorite."

This statement was clearly pointed, both belittling Zhao Guangjun and elevating himself.

"Oh, could it be that Master Yu is also interested in the princess?" Zhao Guangjun liked the title "Master Yu" very much; it was so appealing that he deliberately emphasized the word.

Zhao Yirong felt a bit disgusted.

Yu Long hesitated for a moment, then Zhao Yirong answered for him, "Even if she's not Princess Shang, she can still be friends and live together."

Zhao Guangjun smiled ambiguously and said, "You two, both unmarried, what kind of talk is it for you to live together?"

"This." Zhao Yirong looked at Yu Long somewhat awkwardly, and said with a hint of reluctance, "I don't mind, but I'm afraid Yu Lang will have to suffer some grievances."

Yu Long looked at her, feeling somewhat touched. This silly girl.

“It’s alright. I’m willing to marry the princess, so living in the princess’s residence is perfectly reasonable,” Yu Long explained.

"Hehe." Zhao Yirong smiled shyly, her smile as radiant as a peach blossom.

"Hmph~" Zhao Guangjun turned his face away, unwilling to watch their affectionate display.

“If that’s the case, you may leave now! I would like to invite Yu Lang to stay here, but I’m afraid there won’t be a chance. I’ll invite Yu Lang over for drinks next time.”

Zhao Yirong immediately stood up to take her leave.

Yu Long politely bowed and declined.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but I do not enjoy drinking, so it is inconvenient for me to come again!"

Zhao Guangjun didn't speak, but instead played with the hairpins on the head of the woman next to him with a sullen face, as if it were something very interesting.

Zhao Yirong ignored him and said, "Second Uncle, we're leaving now!"

Before he could answer, she grabbed Yu Long and ran away—she really ran away. She was happy, a happiness she couldn't hide!

Yu Long let her hold her hand, and the two of them ran out of the mansion without any decorum, exchanging a smile.

She transformed back into a noble and elegant princess and boarded the carriage with the third-ranked scholar.

Wang Feng and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yirong escorted them to the inn, and before parting, she couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Yu, may I ask if I may request an imperial decree to appoint you as a prince consort?"

Yu Long smiled and nodded, "Yes."

Zhao Yirong was so happy that her voice rose high, "Okay, then you wait for me!"

Yu Long and the others watched the carriage leave.

Back in her room, Yu Long told them what had happened.

Everyone was happy for him, except for Lao Fang, who sighed and said, "Brother Yu, this is a good thing, but it's best to wait until the general arrives and stay at the general's mansion. Otherwise, these gossips won't be good for the princess, and may cause the eldest princess to have a grudge against you in the future."

"Uncle Fang is right. Let's stay at the inn for now and wait for the general and the others to arrive. It'll only be a few days."

Seeing that Yu Long was able to listen, Lao Fang nodded with satisfaction.

Three days later, Wang Erniu entered the city!

Yu Long entered the military camp under the escort of the crowd. The camp was located outside the city because Wang Erniu had not yet met the emperor and could not directly lead his troops into the city.