The sick king's bride to bring him good fortune

Ruan Mozhu didn't understand what he meant, but she accepted it out of politeness. She observed the light in Bu Yu's eyes up close and even thought it was more beautiful than the sun and moon.

Wei Jingnan was no longer moved. He simply sat down and slowly sipped his tea, thinking about Ruan Mozhu. It turned out that she was the one whose heart was not with him. The so-called sacrifice of her life for him was probably only because he was a prince. He had already let go of everything, but only he knew how much pain his heart was in. He didn't want to think like that.

Ruan Mozhu and Bu Yu took their seats separately. When Ruan Mozhu got to Wei Jingnan's side, she felt that Wei Jingnan did not show any signs of being angry, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness.

Once again, a singer came up to play the zither and sing. She was singing very well, but the emperor suddenly said something.

"Nan'er, why not bring these talented and beautiful women back to the Prince's mansion as concubines?" The Emperor probably felt that Wei Jingnan's interactions with the dancer had made him think that, apart from the Princess Consort, there was someone who knew how to serve the Prince better than the Princess Consort.

Wei Jingnan glanced at the singer, only to see that she was also looking at him with affection. Wei Jingnan immediately looked away and turned to look at Ruan Mozhu.

Seeing that Ruan Mozhu looked displeased, I thought it best to let her handle it.

“Princess Qi is exceptionally talented. As long as they can pass her test, I will welcome them.” Wei Jingnan looked at Ruan Mozhu and thought she was incredibly boring.

Ruan Mozhu looked at Wei Jingnan and chuckled. "So you're using me to ward off unwanted romantic advances again, Wei Jingnan. You're really good at using people."

Ruan Mozhu stood up with a smile and said, "The Prince and I are as loving as ever, and we naturally do not want anyone to interfere. If these singers and dancers can pass my test, then the Prince will come to us." Ruan Mozhu spoke each word with grace and poise, giving them hope. However, when they heard about the Prince and Princess's affection, their fighting spirit was dampened considerably. But as long as the Prince was a man, they would definitely fall at her feet.

The women were stunned for a moment, but quickly came to their senses and knelt down in unison, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Prince Qi and Princess Qi." Then they stood up, all with beaming smiles.

Ruan Mozhu twitched the corners of her mouth and said to the Emperor, "Father, your daughter-in-law has eight skills: music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, dance, singing, and martial arts. As long as they can all pass the test, that will be fine."

The Emperor, who also loved watching a good show, wanted to see what Princess Qi was capable of, so he repeatedly said, "Good, good, prepare it." Then eunuchs went to fetch the zither.

All the zithers were the same, so as not to make mistakes in the competition results. Ruan Mozhu sat down and placed the zither on her lap. Since it was a competition of zither playing, the female singer went first.

The singer played the zither with a graceful touch, making her seem like a charming and alluring woman. Ruan Mozhu was also captivated by her music; it was truly beautiful.

After all, she studied this professionally, so she must be an expert. Ruan Mozhu looked at Wei Jingnan, only to see that he was just staring at the woman without any expression or emotion in his eyes. "Wei Jingnan, don't you want to take a concubine? Do you need me to grant your wish?" Ruan Mozhu ruthlessly plucked a string on her zither.

When Bu Yu saw Ruan Mozhu looking at Wei Jingnan with a blank expression, but then becoming incredibly ruthless as she plucked the strings of her zither, it seemed she had come to hate Prince Qi. Bu Yu felt sorry for her; if Ruan Mozhu liked Prince Qi, then wouldn't Prince Qi be hurting Xiaozhu's heart this time?

After the singer finished her song, she stood up and bowed to Ruan Mozhu, saying, "Princess Qi, I have made a fool of myself."

Ruan Mozhu forced a smile and began to tentatively pluck the strings of her zither, saying, "You're so outstanding, the Prince will definitely like you." Ruan Mozhu's words were devoid of any emotion.

The singer seemed very happy.

Ruan Mozhu clapped her hands on the zither and stood up, saying, "You all, remember, if each of you can beat me in one thing, you can become a concubine in the Prince Qi's mansion, but if you lose one thing, don't even think about having a chance."

As soon as Ruan Mozhu sat down, she began to pluck the strings of her zither with flowing grace. She played "High Mountains and Flowing Water," and the sound of the strings, which seemed to contain the essence of mountains and water, rushed into everyone's heart like a waterfall. If the music played by the singer was like honey, then the music played by the Princess Qi was like a torrent of water, making people see both the grandeur of the waves and the unparalleled beauty of heaven and earth.

As Ruan Mozhu pondered, she wondered why she had been here all this time. Wasn't it all so that she could live a good life? She owned a restaurant and a skincare shop; she was already a small-time tycoon. Why was she still being manipulated by others? She had such great talent in the modern world; she was smarter than them. Why was she still powerless against this class rule? Ruan Mozhu refused to accept it.

I harbor the ambition to possess the entire world for myself, but I lack the power. In truth, I yearn more for the life of the imperial court and the military, for that is where I can truly demonstrate my abilities, rather than being a princess who spends her days thinking only of good food and drink and having to help her husband select concubines. This is not what she desires.

Ruan Mozhu suddenly made a firm decision, and her music resonated deeply. Her playing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, was like someone expressing their innermost feelings, so captivating that the audience was completely enthralled. Finally, the piece ended, but some people were still immersed in it, and they burst into applause.

"Princess Qi's musical skills are superb," ​​even the Emperor couldn't help but admire.

Ruan Mozhu stood up, raised her eyebrows, and smiled at the dancers, "The next game is chess. Who among you will play?"

The one who was eliminated had to leave. She looked at Wei Jingnan with lingering affection and wanted to rush over, but was forcibly pulled away by the eunuch.

Ruan Mozhu found it laughable. In ancient times, women regarded men as their heaven, while she had been constantly striving. Why was there such a big difference in thinking in ancient times?

Finally, it was time for chess, but it was Chinese chess. Ruan Mozhu thought that playing against ancient women would be relatively simple. Ruan Mozhu sat down and waited for a woman to come up and sit down to play against her. Ruan Mozhu thought that she was not very good at Chinese chess. She remembered that when she played Chinese chess with her grandfather in modern times, he told her that she should move her pawns to lure the enemy to a place where her knight could jump, and then she could capture the enemy. This was the method of using a small force to capture a large one.

Another strategy is to attack from both sides simultaneously, leaving the enemy with nowhere to go. In short, striking first is the right approach.

Ruan Mozhu carefully observed the chessboard and had already come up with a plan.

Ruan Mozhu and this woman started fighting. Since she was willing to fight, she must know how to do it. Ruan Mozhu thought this woman was really good; she was quite pretty.

Ancient times were better; there were so many natural beauties. Ruan Mozhu could even see the faint glimpse of her chest. Ruan Mozhu just smiled and thought, "This woman has a good figure. If Wei Jingnan were to enjoy her, he would probably be overjoyed."

When Ruan Mozhu turned around, she found that Wei Jingnan was also looking at her. She didn't know whether he was looking at the woman next to him or at her. Ruan Mozhu could only smile and let it go.

After a fierce battle on the chessboard, Ruan Mozhu emerged victorious, securing a checkmate. Therefore, Ruan Mozhu won again.

Ruan Mozhu actually felt a little tired because she smelled a fragrance that made her head spin. She secretly pinched her thigh to try and clear her head, and it worked.

Ruan Mozhu accepted the challenge again, this time with calligraphy.

The two of them were writing on the table.

The Empress, watching their competition, said happily, "Since it's calligraphy, why not write a line: 'May His Majesty's happiness be as vast as the Eastern Sea and his longevity as enduring as the Southern Mountains'?" How wonderful! She got the benefit and then acted coy.

The Empress laughed heartily, and Ruan Mozhu could only smile back. The woman quickly bowed and said happily, "Yes, this servant will definitely write well." Another one trying to please, which Ruan Mozhu found a bit unbearable, so she picked up her pen and began to write.

She wrote with such vigor and confidence that everyone was stunned. After she finished writing, everyone was even more surprised. The singer's handwriting was delicate and spirited, while the Princess Qi's handwriting was bold and had a chivalrous style. Without a doubt, the Princess Qi had won.

And so Princess Qi won; the next round was painting.

Ruan Mozhu didn't use a brush, but instead had someone bring her charcoal pencils. So Ruan Mozhu set up an easel and started painting. Isn't painting just painting? She graduated from an art school. Painting is so simple.

As Ruan Mozhu thought about the plants and trees in modern times, it was as if she had returned to the traffic lights she had to pass every day when she was on her way to school. After having a composition in her mind, Ruan Mozhu began to paint. Her painting style was completely incomprehensible to others.

After Ruan Mozhu finished her painting, people didn't understand what she had drawn, except for the woman's stroke. Ruan Mozhu just smiled.

"This is where I grew up. It's a lively place where men and women are equal. A man can't remarry; he'll go to jail. Women aren't limited to one man; they can divorce and remarry. No one discriminates against divorced women. There's no emperor there, only local officials—officials who improve the lives of ordinary people and develop the economy. It's convenient to get around there, the buildings are tall, the clothes are beautiful, and there are many fun things. And there, courtesans aren't looked down upon. Because of the pressures of life, everyone has the right to choose their own destiny. Women can also become officials and wealthy. Men are no longer everything to women." When Ruan Mozhu said this, the women present were all shocked. They couldn't believe such a place existed.

But they longed for it so much; it was practically paradise. Ruan Mozhu smiled, and the Emperor was stunned. The Empress felt both envy and jealousy towards Ruan Mozhu; she actually lived in such a wonderful place.

The Emperor was also amazed, "I didn't even know such a paradise existed. Princess Qi, you win." You won because of those words just now.

Ruan Mozhu knew she had won. She thought to herself, "I really want to go back, but I can't."

Wei Jingnan was also a little surprised. No wonder she was different from ordinary people. It must be because of her hometown. She spoke of how much he longed for that, a lifelong, one-on-one relationship.

Ruan Mozhu accepted the challenge again with a sense of disappointment, because she thought of her hometown, which she could never go back to.

This was a poetry contest, and Ruan Mozhu undoubtedly won. Ruan Mozhu has won several rounds now, making her seem like a truly remarkable woman.

During the dance, the woman's long sleeves brushed against Ruan Mozhu's face, carrying a fragrance that Ruan Mozhu found incredibly sweet.

Ruan Mozhu won again. She was dancing with her sword, and she looked like Chang'e descending to earth, appearing exceptionally beautiful.

Ruan Mozhu looked at Bu Yu, feeling a little dizzy. His head had actually split into two. Ruan Mozhu pinched her thigh again and finally regained her senses.

The Emperor repeatedly praised Ruan Mozhu as an extraordinary woman, and the crowd echoed his sentiments. Ruan Mozhu then competed in singing again.

The song "Till the End of Time" was incredibly poignant, and later Ruan Mozhu won again.

This book was first published on Kanshuwang.