Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

It is March, a time of warm spring breezes.

Qin Yizhen drank a few cups of peach blossom wine at noon. Slightly tipsy, she asked someone to place a soft couch under the crabapple tree in a corner of the courtyard for a short rest.

A gentle spring breeze rustled through the branches, and occasionally a few crabapple blossoms drifted down from the trees, landing on the ground, on the low couch, and on her long-sleeved gauze dress embroidered with golden crabapple blossoms.

I don't know how much time had passed, or what kind of nightmare she was having, but she seemed to be in some pain, her brow furrowed slightly, and her eyelashes trembling gently.

"Princess, wake up."

"Princess, wake up."

The calls, sometimes near, sometimes far, reached my ears and grew clearer and clearer.

Qin Yizhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the branches and leaves of the crabapple blossoms.

It turned out that she had been lying drunk among the crabapple blossoms in the spring.

The one who woke her up was her personal maid, Lü Qiao, who now looked much younger and rounder.

Qin Yizhen reached up and rubbed her temples, looking somewhat dazed.

"Princess, you're finally awake." Seeing that she was awake, Lü Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to her, "Someone just came to say that the Marquis has returned and is on his way to the inner courtyard."

"The Marquis is back?" Qin Yizhen was even more dazed. "Has he come back to his senses?"

"What do you mean, 'returned to life'?" Green Qiao glared at her reproachfully. "Princess, don't say such unlucky things. It's the Marquis who has returned!"

Qin Yizhen was about to say that he was dead, and if he came back, then he would naturally be a reincarnation.

Come to think of it, she hadn't dreamed of him for many years since he left.

As Qin Yi was thinking, she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up and saw a young man striding towards her.

The man was tall and straight, with a high nose, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His dark blue robe with cloud patterns made him look as imposing as a mountain. He walked with a cold and serious demeanor.

Those starry eyes were even more unfathomable, like a deep ravine.

Qin Yizhen froze for a moment, then shuddered in fright and fell off the soft couch.

Upon seeing this, the man suddenly strode forward, grabbed her collar, and lifted her up: "Am I that scary?"

"My lord..."

"Hmm?!" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes slightly cold.

Qin Yizhen instinctively changed her address immediately: "Cheng Yan..."

Cheng Yan was finally somewhat satisfied with this address. He reached out and pinched her cheek, about to say something, but then he touched a handful of tears. When he looked over, his expression froze.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Qin Yizhen grabbed his sleeve and stared at him intently, her tears falling like raindrops from the eaves during a downpour.

Cheng Yan's face immediately darkened. He reached out and cupped her face, asking, "Who bullied you? Did those people gossip about you again?"

"You still don't want to see me?"

"If you don't want to see me, I'll just leave. Why demean yourself like this?"

Qin Yizhen was crying so hard she was almost out of breath. She opened her mouth to speak, but found her throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, and she couldn't say anything. She could only grab his arm and shake her head vigorously to show that she didn't mean it that way.

She cried so hard that her hair was disheveled, tears streamed down her face, and her eyes were red and swollen; she looked utterly pitiful.

Cheng Yan felt a tightness in his chest and was momentarily at a loss.

Since they got married, she has loathed him and is annoyed by his control. She often doesn't want to see him, and it's rare to see her so dependent on him.

He was somewhat reluctant to let go.

Seeing that she didn't seem to resist his touch, he helped her sit on the soft couch, reached out to wipe her tears, and when his thumb couldn't wipe them all, he pulled her sleeve to wipe them for her, and then gently patted her back to comfort her.

Before long, her crying subsided, and she actually fell asleep leaning on his arm.

Cheng Yan stared at her face for a while, his gaze somewhat complicated. Finally, he reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then carried her back to the dormitory.

He carefully instructed the maid to change her clothes and wipe her face. When she turned around after she was dressed, his face turned cold, and he ordered someone to summon the maids in the courtyard.

"Whom did the princess meet today?"

The maids looked at each other, and finally all turned their gaze to Lü Qiao.

Green Qiao felt a cold gaze fall on her, and her scalp tingled instantly.

“Lvqiao, you speak,” he said.

Luqiao stepped forward with her head bowed, first bowing, and then replied, "Reporting to the Marquis, the princess did not see anyone today, but she did see Princess Huizhen yesterday. After that, she seemed a little dazed. She was better this morning. Seeing that the crabapple blossoms were in full bloom, she even had a soft couch laid out for her to rest."

Cheng Yan's expression was somewhat grim: "What did Princess Huizhen say?"

Green Qiao opened her mouth, but couldn't speak for a moment.

There are always differences between princesses.

Qin Yizhen was merely the daughter of Consort Ping, who was out of favor and died young. Princess Huizhen, on the other hand, was the biological daughter of Empress Dowager Cheng, the elder sister of the Emperor of Dongqin, and the niece of Marquis Cheng Yan of Pingxi.

If things really get heated, it's the master who will suffer.

But Green Qiao felt wronged for her master.

Three years ago, the late emperor passed away, and Empress Dowager Cheng ascended the throne with her young son. In order to consolidate the relationship between her maternal family and the royal family, she actually married Princess Yizhen, Qin Yizhen, to her maternal younger brother, Cheng Yan.

It should be noted that Qin Yizhen was of the same generation as the new emperor and Princess Huizhen. When she was raised by Empress Dowager Cheng, she even called Cheng Yan "little uncle" along with Princess Huizhen.

Although this marriage was arranged by the Empress Dowager and the two were not related by blood, it was still unethical in name only.

Qin Yizhen has always valued her reputation and couldn't stand being talked about. It made her feel extremely ashamed and embarrassed, so she rarely went out after getting married.

However, even though she didn't go out, Princess Huizhen would often come to her door to annoy her.

"Speak!" Cheng Yan's gaze darkened.

Green Fairy's face paled, and she hurriedly said, "I...I just said some things that the princess didn't like to hear. The princess felt a terrible pain in her heart after hearing them, and last night she barely ate any dinner..."

Cheng Yan's face darkened considerably, and he directly ordered, "From now on, without my orders, Princess Huizhen is not allowed to enter the gates of the Cheng family. If she has any objections, let her come to me."

Everyone responded in unison, "Yes." They had also disliked Princess Huizhen for a long time, as her visits always made their mistress uncomfortable.

This finally gave me a chance to vent my anger.

Just as Cheng Yan finished asking a few questions, Qin Yizhen's voice came from inside the house.

"Cheng Yan, where are you—"

Upon hearing the sound, Cheng Yan didn't bother to ask any further questions. He turned around and walked into the house. After passing through the main hall, he turned around and entered the bedroom.

Seeing that Qin Yizhen was already putting on her shoes and getting out of bed, he hurried over to her.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here..."