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

When Cheng Yan came out, he saw that she was already sleeping peacefully with her blanket in her arms, and he remained silent for a while.

Helpless, he had no choice but to ask someone to fetch a basin of water for her, then wrung out a towel to wipe her sweat, and then took her nightgown to put on before going to bed and holding her to sleep.

Although this beautiful night was not perfect, and he had to endure it with great difficulty, he was still very happy to be able to be close to her.

We've come this far, how far away can that day be?

Cheng Yan comforted himself for a while, telling himself to be patient, and soon he also fell asleep.

When Qin Yizhen woke up again, it was already quite bright outside. Half asleep, she reached out and touched the edge of the bed, only to find nothing. She immediately sat up.

She glanced around; sunlight streamed in through the blackout bed curtains, making the room bright. She stared at the spot beside her for a while, wondering if she had had those bizarre dreams the night before.

But when she saw the gauze dress tucked into the bedside, the scene from last night flooded her mind, and her face flushed bright red.

"Green onion..."

She called out, and then she heard the door open.

Green Qiao walked in from outside and came forward to hang the carriage curtain to one side: "The princess has woken up."

Bright light suddenly streamed in from outside, and Qin Yizhen found it a bit dazzling. She squinted and waited a while before her eyes adjusted.

Lü Qiao was young and recovered quickly. She walked more smoothly today than yesterday, without the awkwardness she had yesterday. She came forward and hung the bed curtains on the gold hooks beside her, her face full of teasing smiles.

Qin Yizhen felt her face burning under her gaze and asked, "Where is the Marquis?"

“The Marquis went out early this morning,” Green Bridge replied with a smile. “Princess, have you forgotten that today is the court assembly and the Marquis has to attend court?”

Yes, today is the court assembly, and he will be heading to the Taiji Hall at dawn.

Qin Yizhen patted her forehead: "I forgot."

She put on her embroidered shoes and got out of bed. She washed her face and rinsed her mouth with warm water brought by her maid, and then sat in front of the dressing table to do her makeup.

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror; her lips were rosy, and her eyes were slightly red and watery, making her seem somewhat different from usual.

She bit her lip, hitting the sore spot, and gasped, slightly annoyed, thinking that the person really had no sense of proportion, always biting her lip until it hurt.

After she finished dressing and went to the main hall for breakfast, someone came to report that Fang Shixin had arrived.

Qin Yizhen was not surprised: "She came quite quickly. I thought she was more capable. It's not even noon yet, and she's already here."

Granny Jin said, "Today is the court assembly. That Vice Minister Fang has probably been impeached. Besides, the Marquis is also here today."

Fang Shixin dared to harm Qin Yizhen, so in principle Cheng Yan wouldn't let her off the hook. However, since she offered a 'method to cure smallpox' in exchange, Cheng Yan couldn't make things difficult for her. Since she didn't come to apologize, wasn't this just a convenient excuse?

Qin Yizhen could have predicted that the Fang family would be impeached badly at the morning court session, and that there would probably have been a big commotion at home. Otherwise, given Fang Shixin's proud nature, he would never have bowed his head.

“If she had come yesterday, I would have had to give the Empress Dowager face and naturally wouldn’t have argued with her. But today… Granny Jin, send a more composed maid to tell her that I am not feeling well today and it is not appropriate for me to receive guests. Tell her to go home.”

"If she comes again in the future, I will turn her down the first three times as a lesson for her. If she comes a fourth time, I will let her come."

"Yes."

......

In the bright spring sunshine, the trees in front of the Pingxi Marquis's mansion stretched out, and several birds flew back and forth on the branches, chirping occasionally.

Fang Shixin stood at the entrance of the Pingxi Marquis's residence, and after receiving the maid's reply, her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"You said she's not feeling well and shouldn't see guests?"

"Indeed, please come again another day, Miss Fang." The maid replied expressionlessly, then gave a slight bow and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." Fang Shixin reached out to stop her. "Even if she doesn't want to see me, she was sent by the Empress Dowager after all. She has no choice but to agree."

“Miss Fang is overthinking it. The princess is indeed unwell and should not overexert herself. Besides, the Empress Dowager sent Miss Fang to apologize yesterday, not today.”

Fang Shixin choked for a moment: "I had something to do yesterday."

The maid said, "What a coincidence! Yesterday, the princess was also waiting for Miss Fang to come to the door, but Miss Fang was late and did not send anyone to inform her. The princess waited all day in vain. Today, the princess is not feeling well, and Miss Fang has also made a wasted trip."

Fang Shixin was speechless for a moment, unable to utter a rebuttal.

She didn't really want to apologize to Qin Yizhen. Not to mention that she was the one who lost face and suffered at the palace banquet that day, Qin Yizhen had made her suffer so much, and the two of them had even fallen out. How could she possibly swallow her pride?

Yesterday, she choked back a sigh of relief and dragged the matter out, thinking that things would just pass by in a blur.

Unexpectedly, my father was impeached by officials early this morning and almost lost his job.

After the morning court session, her father returned in a huff and ordered her to come to the Marquis of Pingxi's residence to apologize. She was unwilling and had a big argument with her father.

In the end, it was only after her mother knelt on the ground, crying and kowtowing to her that she reluctantly went through with it.

Now that she's arrived here, she's being told that no one will see her and she should go back. What kind of logic is that?

"No, let me in. I want to ask her myself, to ask her what she really means. Is she just going to hide and refuse to see anyone like this?"

Fang Shixin was about to rush towards the gate of the Marquis of Pingxi's residence, as if he wanted to have a serious argument with Qin Yizhen.

The maid was startled when she saw her about to barge into the mansion without a word: "Miss Fang, please don't cause trouble..."

Before the maid could finish speaking, she saw Fang Shixin rush past her. She wanted to stop her, but hesitated for a moment and ultimately did not move. She simply closed her eyes and stepped aside, pretending not to have seen her.

Sure enough, the next moment Fang Shixin rushed into the door was grabbed by the shoulder by a guard standing at the door, who shook her like a chick and then threw her into the open space in front of the door.

"No trespassing on the Marquis's residence is permitted!"

The guard's voice was like a booming bell, and in an instant, a chilling atmosphere seemed to permeate the air, tinging the spring scene at the courtyard gate with the desolation of a battlefield.

This is a noble mansion, the residence of a marquis who commands a large army. It's not a street market; how can anyone just wander in like that?

"I'll spare your life out of consideration for your weakness as a woman. But if you offend me again, don't blame me for taking your head."

Fang Shixin was thrown heavily to the ground. The heavy object hit the ground with a 'bang'. When she landed, it landed on her arm, causing her to cry out in pain, as if her arm had been broken.

Hearing the chilling words, "I'll take your head," she was filled with shock and fear. She wanted to curse, but dared not.

Just then, she heard the sound of horses' hooves and looked up to see Cheng Yan riding back.

Today, dressed in a purple official robe and seated on horseback, he remains as handsome as ever, like a peerless hero.

For a fleeting moment, Fang Shixin forgot the pain in her body, and a great sense of grievance and resentment welled up in her heart.

"Chengyan—"