The sickly son died young? After the marriage exchange, I will bring prosperity to his entire clan f

As the princess approached, Du Mingxian took a step back. The princess, having missed her target, immediately became displeased. "How dare you disobey this princess?"

"Your Highness, I dare not. I am too ugly to remove my veil." Du Mingxian said obediently, then looked up at Wen Shiyan, who was watching the commotion from the side.

"Sister Shiyan can be my witness. As for why the second young master of the Feng family is willing to marry me, I truly do not know."

Wen Shiyan was enjoying herself when Du Mingxian called her out, which made her a little unhappy. However, since everyone was in her own home, she didn't want to make things too ugly, especially since her fourth uncle was watching.

“Princess Kang, what my sister said is true. There is indeed a small problem with her face,” Wen Shiyan stepped in to smooth things over. “Let’s not look at it today.”

Princess Kang and Wen Shiyan had a good relationship. Seeing that Wen Shiyan really didn't want everyone to see, she thought about it and didn't want to make things difficult for her. "Alright then, since you don't want to take off your veil, how about we play a couple of rounds of pitch-pot?"

"Your Highness, I grew up in the countryside and I really don't know anything about these things."

In my past life, I would play this game when I was bored, and I would also play it with Wu Daniu's two younger sisters.

It's just pitch-pot, don't make it too simple.

But I don't want to vote now. They're all princesses and pampered girls. If I win, won't they go crazy?

"I can't study."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will definitely study it carefully afterward."

Wen Yibin then stepped forward and said, “It’s getting late. The servants have prepared some pastries. Please, Your Highnesses, move to Tingyu Pavilion to enjoy them.”

While others might be unwilling to give face to Wen Shiyan, the princes were quite happy to give face to Wen Yibin, and everyone moved aside.

Du Mingxian naturally followed along. As soon as they entered and found a place to sit, they heard Princess Kang say, "Did Miss Wen make these pastries herself today?"

"Prepared by the servants."

Princess Kang was somewhat dissatisfied and glanced at Wen Yibin. "Minister Wen, I've heard that your niece is a very good cook. I wonder if we'll be lucky enough to have her today."

Before Wen Yibin could speak, Du Mingxian hurriedly stepped forward, "Princess, my cooking is so-so. The reason it's considered delicious is simply because my family appreciates my filial piety and is willing to praise me a bit more."

“Your Highnesses and the princesses have tasted all kinds of delicious food in the world. I grew up in the countryside, and the food I make is not worthy to be served to you.”

Cooking, cooking.

Really satisfied.

I cooked yesterday, and I'm cooking again today.

Wen Yibin immediately echoed Du Mingxian, saying, "Huan'er is right. Her cooking is just so-so; it's not as good as the cooks in the manor."

"Alright then." Since Wen Yibin had spoken, Princess Kang had no intention of causing any more trouble.

The Fourth Prince spoke up, "Sister Kang, why are you willing to eat Miss Wen's cooking again? Your tastes seem to change all the time. Didn't you like the third-ranked scholar so much a few days ago? Now it's food?"

"No, no, that's not true, Fourth Brother, don't talk nonsense." Princess Kang blushed immediately, and secretly glanced at Wen Yibin. Seeing that he didn't react much, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, another noble young man spoke up, "Your Highness Kang, I have also heard this news. It is said that because you like the third-ranked scholar, you told the Emperor that you must make him the third-ranked scholar."

"How could that be? I clearly don't like him. Besides, the third-ranked scholar accepted Shiyan's purse; he should be responsible for her." After saying this, Princess Kang hurriedly said to Wen Yibin, "Minister Wen, how come your household hasn't made a single move regarding such an important matter? Doesn't the third-ranked scholar think about taking responsibility for Shiyan?"

Wen Yibin's eyes were serious. "Your Highness, please do not speak so boldly. The fact that you accepted the purse may just be a coincidence and cannot be used as a basis for whether you like or dislike someone."

Princess Kang muttered, "Anyway, I don't like that third-ranked scholar."

Anyone with eyes can see that Princess Kang likes Wen Yibin, but Wen Yibin has always acted with propriety and doesn't seem to have any feelings for the princess.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, and the Second Prince immediately spoke up, "These are all just rumors, and rumors are not to be believed."

Princess Kang quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, Second Brother is right, it's all just rumors, we can't take it seriously."

Everyone started chatting again, while Du Mingxian sat quietly to the side, acting as a nobody, occasionally observing the princes and Chuntao.

She didn't notice anything until everyone left.

However, since everyone suddenly came to visit today, a rumor spread throughout the capital that the young lady who returned from the countryside always covered her face with a veil because she was ugly.

When these words reached Feng Zhiyuan's ears, who had recently reformed his ways, he was furious. He immediately got into a fight with the gossips and was carried back to his residence.

Madam Feng knew that her second son was a troublemaker, but he rarely got into trouble because of women. She never expected that he would get into a fight because of a woman and even get beaten up by someone else. She was quite angry at that moment.

"You fought with someone for that woman who wasn't even married yet, and your servants are all failing to serve you properly. I'll sell them all later."

Feng Zhiyuan was too preoccupied to listen to these ramblings at the moment. He said somewhat absentmindedly, "Mother, you said that the eldest daughter of the Wen family is really ugly?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Feng had her own thoughts. How could a girl raised in the countryside be worthy of being her daughter-in-law? Wouldn't it be a laughing stock if word got out?

"It's hard to say, since she's always wearing a veil, so we really don't know what she looks like."

"Mother, your son wants to know what she looks like. Please help your son."

If it were an ordinary girl, he could force himself on her, but not the eldest daughter of the Wen family; he couldn't barge into the Wen family compound.

“Okay, that’s easy to arrange.” Madam Feng had been planning this for a while, and she was quite happy to hear her son say this. “When the peonies bloom in a couple of days, I will host a flower-viewing banquet. You can find a way to see her true colors then.”

"Okay, okay." Feng Zhiyuan's mind immediately started working on a plan. If she was pretty, he would make her his woman that very day.

“But Mother, if she is not pretty, then I will not marry her.”

"Alright, alright, just follow your mother's arrangements then." Madam Feng was overjoyed. "You should focus on recovering. Your mother will personally handle the banquet arrangements and will definitely make sure you get what you want."

"Thank you, Mother. I knew you loved me the most."

"Alright, don't go out and fool around these days. Just stay home and wait."

"Yes."

Because Feng Zhiyuan was a playboy, he often caused trouble, so no one spread rumors about him. Everyone was used to it, and no one knew that a few days later, Madam Feng sent out invitations for a flower appreciation banquet because of her son.