Nanming handed the finished play to Dongzhi and asked him to send it to Shopkeeper He.
He turned around and called Shuangsheng.
"What have Princess Changle been busy with these past two days?"
"Back to the young master, it's still the same as before. He doesn't go out or take a step every day, and he stays in seclusion and writes stories."
"She is very patient." Nan Ming chuckled lightly, with a tenderness in his tone that he had not noticed.
"The princess seems to be very serious this time and has the determination to 'do it or die'."
Nanming glanced at him lightly: "Go and copy the idiom dictionary three times."
"Yes..." Shuang Jiang's hands were shaking a little. The idiom dictionary seemed to be - no, it must be very thick. Did he use the wrong idiom again? Isn't three times a bit too much...
"Is there anything else?" Nan Ming took out a book. Since his princess was so motivated, he naturally couldn't fall behind.
Shuang Jiang was frightened by being punished to copy the idiom dictionary three times, and hesitated whether to talk about it or not.
But his hesitation meant that there were no three hundred taels of silver here. Nanming's piercing eyes fell on him again: "Is something wrong?"
Shuangjiang gritted his teeth and could only say: "Princess Yan seems to be preparing to enter the palace to discuss the marriage between the prince and Princess Changle with the queen."
"Oh?" Nan Ming raised his voice and threw the book in his hand on the table.
His movements looked very casual, and the sound made by the book was not loud, but Shuang Jiang's heart suddenly trembled, and there was only one thought in his mind:
Damn it, his young master is really angry this time...
*
After a whole month of retreat, Feng Weihuan was finally done.
She put her hands on her hips and laughed wildly three times, with high morale: "If this book doesn't sell well, I will shut it down!"
Qiqiao silently ate melon seeds and muttered secretly: "I said the same thing last time..."
"Seven Skills?"
"The princess will definitely sell this book! The freshly fried pumpkin seeds are very fragrant. Please try it." Qiqiao immediately changed his face to a flattering look.
Feng Weihuan took the melon seeds with satisfaction, leaned on the beauty's couch and began to eat: "These melon seeds are good, help me make a pot of Biluochun, and then go to the kitchen to get some red bean cakes."
"Okay." Qiqiao just walked to the door, then turned back and said: "I forgot something. The princess asked you to go to her place early tomorrow morning."
"Did you say something?"
"I didn't say anything. Maybe my mother's love is overflowing and I want to care about you." Qiqiao's thoughts were simple.
"Huh, how is that possible?" Feng Weihuan rolled his eyes without any manners.
*
Early the next morning, Feng Weihuan finished his breakfast and went to Princess Yan's place.
When passing by Fusangyuan, she stopped by to see Feng Jiayu. The little guy was squatting on horseback to practice basic skills and had no time to talk to her.
Feng Weihuan felt happy and disappointed at the same time, so he sent the little guy the word "come on" and continued to move forward.
Princess Yan seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time and said straight to the point: "Accompany me into the palace today to meet the Queen."
"What are you doing to meet the Queen?"
"I didn't know about the Queen's summons."
"Oh." Feng Weihuan had a vague guess, but he couldn't be 100% sure.
Since it was time to enter the palace, Feng Weihuan's homely attire was naturally not up to par. Princess Yan neatly asked her nanny to comb her hair, put on makeup, change into new clothes, and got into the carriage anxiously.
