They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

"I overheard some conversation, but it's not important. I wish you a safe journey, Miss. I'll head back to my room now."

Wu Ziyan was thinking about what to ask, but didn't have time to ask. She looked at Mo Baiyun, who shrugged and said, "I didn't say anything. Maybe some of the people below let it slip."

His explanation is too flimsy to be true. Few people know about this, and his subordinates dare not reveal the news, as everyone is still at risk of death.

Wu Ziyan narrowed her eyes and stared at him with a faint smile: "You probably revealed this information with the intention of testing the waters, didn't you?"

"Hehe, you really understand me, Master."

When Wu Ziyan returned to her room, Sima Lingchuan had already packed everything, and Han Yuxiu was also waiting for her in the courtyard with his bundle. Wu Ziyan didn't dare to delay, so after giving some instructions, she prepared to set off again.

Mo Baiyun wanted to go too, but Wu Ziyan stopped her. As she left, Mo Baiyun looked at Wu Ziyan with reluctance and asked, "Master, are you going to abandon Xiaoyun again?"

"Little Yun'er, I feel more at ease leaving this mansion in your care. Besides, Lingchuan and Yuxiu are with me, along with a group of guards. Don't worry." [To be honest, none of them know martial arts, so I'm still a little worried about them. I really wish I could bring Chu Qiu along too!]

"Then be careful on your journey."

Just before getting into the car, Wu Ziyan whispered a few words in Mo Baiyun's ear. Mo Baiyun looked at her in confusion, then nodded.

The horses' hooves clattered away into the distance. They didn't travel very fast within the city, but once they left the city gates, the carriage sped off, as not a second could be wasted.

Wu Chengye, on the other hand, was beaming with joy. He strode back to his residence and instructed the steward to prepare betrothal gifts to propose marriage at the Prime Minister's residence.

The next day, a grand procession carrying betrothal gifts strolled through the streets, finally arriving at the Prime Minister's residence.

Sima Lingyu sat in front of the dressing mirror in his room, stroking his hair and looking at himself in the mirror. His face was 60% similar to his brother's, and he sighed softly.

In the end, he couldn't go against his mother, the prime minister. Just then, someone knocked on the door: "Second Young Master, the Second Prince has come to present the betrothal gifts."

He agreed softly, without any emotion, combed his hair, opened the door, and walked gracefully toward the reception room, maintaining his usual manners, but he was not happy.

Sima Zongcheng didn't show much joy either. In fact, she knew that the Empress didn't care whether the marriage was serious or not. She had only agreed, but there were no other favors. It was just like taking a concubine.

This was undoubtedly an attempt to humiliate the Sima family. Their eldest son had married a useless and idle Marquis, and now their second son was to marry Wu Chengye, who had a past conflict with their eldest son. People in the court must be wondering what they would say about him behind his back.

"Mother." Sima Lingyu said expressionlessly.

"Hmm, is there anything else you need?"

When asked about his needs, Sima Lingyu shook his head and said softly, "Everything about my brother and me was decided by you, Mother. My brother couldn't have what you wanted, and now it's my turn."

His words infuriated Sima Zongcheng. Wasn't she doing everything she could for their benefit?

After he finished speaking, he casually glanced at the large red tent around him, smiled slightly, and walked away.

Sima Zongcheng didn't say anything, but the shadowy figure in the dark followed quietly, but no one knew what they were doing.

Sima Lingyu walked to the side, tears welling in his eyes. His confidant spoke a few words to him, and after listening, he replied, "Then my brother won't be able to come to my ceremony, will he?"

"Yes, there was news today that the Fourth Prince and the Eldest Prince have gone on a long trip."

Sima Lingyu stopped talking and just looked around, circling the house a few more times, because he didn't know if he would ever return here.

Back in his room, the wedding ceremony was set for three days later, supposedly an auspicious day. He was to rest well for the next two days, and he could bring up anything he wanted. He would try his best to fulfill his requests. To outsiders, this was an enviable and wonderful thing.

Sima Lingyu sat there, listening to the words of the old women and maids, without feeling anything. What did he want? His biggest request was that he didn't want to marry into that family! But he knew that was impossible.

He could accept any other prince, but he really couldn't accept this second prince. The affair between her and his brother was known to almost everyone back then.

She married him this time only because she coveted his resemblance to her brother; she had no genuine feelings for him whatsoever. The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

He lost his temper the most in his life, scattering his hairpins and jewelry all over the floor with a clattering sound. After kicking everyone out, he remained silent for a long, long time. Then he opened the door, straightened his clothes and appearance, and acted as usual.

Wu Ziyan was relaxed in the carriage, which was understandable given her physical condition. She leaned against Sima Lingchuan, trying her best to appear relaxed.

Han Yuxiu said something disappointing yet practical: "Stop pretending. I'm afraid you'll die before you even get there."

If anyone else had said that, they would have been dead countless times by now. But he has always been a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted person. Even Sima Lingchuan, who is usually so good-tempered, frowned: "Brother Yu Xiu, how could you say such a thing!"

"It's alright, Lingchuan, that's just the kind of person he is." In the past, Wu Ziyan would definitely have argued with him, but now she could only speak the truth and didn't want to say another word.

"Eating this will alleviate the symptoms. I'm afraid you'll die and implicate Sima Zhufu, not that I'm worried about you!"

"Understood." Wu Ziyan swallowed the dark pill and felt a refreshing sensation; she was indeed much better.

The carriage was moving slowly. Sima Lingchuan lifted the curtain and looked at the scenery on both sides, relaxing slightly. Everyone was silent at this moment, and the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

Sima Lingchuan looked at Han Yuxiu and said, "Brother Yuxiu, I have never left the city before. Everything outside is so new and exciting."

“You pampered young masters from noble families, what’s so interesting about the outside world?”

“Because everyone’s circumstances are different, and we grow up in different places, even scions of noble families don’t necessarily live a life of luxury.” Sima Lingchuan seemed to recall something sad.

Seeing that his expression changed slightly and he seemed somewhat at a loss, Han Yuxiu also pretended to stare at Sima Lingchuan's direction.

The scenery outside was indeed delightful. Just then, sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on Sima Lingchuan's face. A butterfly flew by, and Sima Lingchuan reached out. The butterfly landed on his fingertip, and the scene seemed to freeze, leaving Han Yuxiu stunned.

What a beautiful person she is! Her eyes and every gesture exude gentleness. This feeling made Han Yuxiu's nose tingle, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.