Zhaorong couldn't help but look around. The main hall was beautifully decorated, but it didn't look like it did when she lived there before.
Ruan Yuyi walked forward with her skirt in hand and stopped in front of her. After all, there was a lot of estrangement between the two of them, which was never dealt with, so Ruan Yuyi's eyes were calm at this moment.
She folded her sleeves and said with a faint smile, "Why are you in such a hurry, Your Highness?" She stretched out her hand and held the hairpin in Zhaorong's hair.
Her hand, wrapped in the fragrance, passed over Zhaorong's face, which made her shiver.
Zhaorong looked over her shoulder and landed on the vase on the table. The red plum blossoms in the vase were extremely beautiful. She spoke slowly, "My sister seems to be living a very happy life."
"It's just because of His Majesty's blessing."
Zhaorong gritted her teeth secretly. But the majesty she said wanted to send her sister to such a barbaric place. She touched her abdomen, which was covered with a loose skirt, but she was reluctant.
Silently reciting the Queen Mother's instructions in his heart, Zhaorong still forced out a smile, "Sister, the place is so well-organized, why doesn't she even have a cup of tea?"
Ruan Yuyi didn't want to keep her for a long time, so she naturally neglected tea and snacks. Now that she mentioned it, she still did a good job and added tea with the fragrance of wood.
Zhao Rong was pestered by those palace people for a long time, and finally broke in. He was very thirsty early in the morning, because he drank tea for most of an hour. After quenching his thirst, he had nothing else to do, and he had something hidden in his heart.
Somewhat restless.
Ruan Yuyi probably knew why she came here, but she didn't mention it. Instead, she said, "My sister is very happy, but it's not my sister's fault that I can't give her a gift."
Those soft words circulated in Zhaorong's mouth for a long time, but in the end he still didn't say them out, "If you are serious about giving gifts, why not remember the past friendship and help me, you can't let me go to that remote country."
She stared at Ruan Yuyi with eagerness in her eyes.
Moreover, she has a past, and although her life is not in danger, those barbarians will definitely not take her seriously, and it will not be easy for her in the future.
"Your Highness has asked the wrong person. This is His Majesty's will, not my concubine's will." Ruan Yuyi picked up a pastry and put it in her mouth.
Love? This word is quite new.
What is the relationship between them? The fact that they can still sit together now is the result of her repeatedly giving in and being careful not to break up.
But if the new emperor really wanted to see Zhaorong, why would she find it here?
Zhao Rong knew in her heart that the only person in the palace who could talk to him at the moment was probably the person in front of her. She had never been good at lowering her head. Now her face was hot and her lips were pursed, and she only said for a long time:
"I am not begging you."
Ruan Yuyi chuckled lightly, "Then there is no need for Your Highness to talk to me, I can't help you much." This is true. She doesn't think that the pillow wind she blows can influence his mind.
Besides, she would not be stupid enough to disobey his will for the sake of Zhao Rong.
Too much is not worth it.
Zhaorong sneered coldly, as if she had grasped something she cared about, and raised her chin, "Did you know that something happened to the Cheng family?" Cheng Xingqiu was found guilty of collusion and cheating in the imperial examination, and is now in prison.
Master Cheng was trying to make connections, and his eyes were red. However, the trend of investigation from above was in full swing. Recently, many corrupt officials were found out. No one dared to work against the wind, let alone those who had evil intentions in their own hearts and had too much time to take care of themselves.
Who cares about him?
The Cheng family was in chaos.
When Zhaorong learned about this, he didn't want to believe it at all. Could it be that his literary talent was also faked by these dirty tricks?
She waited to see Ruan Yuyi's surprised look, and then asked for more information from her. She sat upright.
But unexpectedly, Ruan Yuyi said, "I don't know, and it has nothing to do with me." She was a little surprised, but it just passed by in a flash, as if she heard that the dishes for lunch had suddenly changed today.
"My sister, on the other hand, is really deeply in love with the eldest son of the Cheng family. Even now, I still miss him. My sister thinks that she cannot treat someone like this with someone who is always merciful."
Zhaorong's face twisted for a moment, then she said, "Okay. Let's not mention this." Her hand on her dress tightened slightly.
It's not that she doesn't want to help the Cheng family, but as Ruan Yuyi said, she is also powerless.
Ruan Yuyi covered her mouth and yawned lightly, then interrupted, "Your Highness, please come back in a few days. I am a little tired today." She did not hide her unwelcome towards Zhao Rong at all.
Zhaorong was born in a heap of gold and jade, and there were always only people who flattered her. Wherever she was driven away, she stood up immediately after hearing the words, "What do you mean?" She slapped the table with her palm, without restraining any strength, almost
The tea lid on the teacup made a noise.
She stroked Zhaorong's white knuckles and said softly, "Does it hurt?"
Zhaorong punched the cotton, his anger had nowhere to go, and he clasped his hands harder and harder.
"I said, I can't help His Highness." She didn't mind that Zhao Rong broke away from her hand, stood up, and whispered in Zhao Rong's ear, "I don't want to help either."
She had no reason to agree to Zhao Rong's request, not to mention that she didn't seem to understand her situation yet.
Zhaorong opened his mouth and said in confusion for a long time, "What about the Cheng family? Don't you care about Cheng Xingqiu?"
She was too lazy to answer the conversation and wanted to leave and go to the inner room. Zhao Rong was anxious and knew that he could not let her go like this. He grabbed her arm and said sternly, "How dare you?"
Although Cen Li led the people out, he did not go far and kept waiting outside the door. At this time, he heard the movement inside and pushed the door open.
But Ruan Yuyi had already broken away from her hand and sneered, "I can't do anything to prevent the princess from marrying far away. But if you don't prepare a small amount of dowry, I might be able to talk to your majesty."
Only then did Zhao Rong realize that the woman in front of him who was crying when he saw him and Cheng Xingqiu coming back in the Cheng family hall had long lost her former youthfulness. The brocade and pearls had nourished her into a noble and beautiful woman, making people dare not look at her for a long time.
Zhaorong's face turned pale. If she didn't have enough dowry to rely on, her life there would probably be even more difficult.
Cen Li came closer and signaled, "Your Highness, Princess, please stop."
She glared at him, as if something was stuck in her throat. She could not utter even a single word of the soft words that the Queen Mother had taught her early in life. She hid regret in her heart, but still did not want to break her pride.
She turned around and left with the attitude of the eldest princess.
Cen Li, who was following him, saw that His Highness's eyes were very red, as if she was about to shed tears in the next moment. He waited for a long time, but the tears were still in her eyes.
There must be another way. She thought to herself.
In the hall, Ruan Yuyi stood there for a while, then leaned back in the chair. When her fingertips touched the tea cup, she found that it had already gone cold, "Wuxiang, please pour it out and change it."
A cup of hot and cold tea was handed to her again, and she lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking about.