Wei Zi looked at the red palace, which was full of joy, but her heart felt like stagnant water, without any waves.
As soon as she was born, she was the legitimate daughter of the Wei family, the head of the three Dukes of Dayong.
When she was ten years old, she promised to the future prince that she would be the most noble woman in Dayong.
Flowers are decorated with brocade, and fire is cooking oil, but that's all.
If she were a normal Dayong woman, even if the prince was not a good match, such a life would be so good that no one could even dream of it.
But she is not.
In addition to this life, she also has memories of the previous life.
In that life, she was a modern doctor and a doctor of archaeology. Her parents were both dead, she had financial freedom, and she could do whatever she wanted.
Although the memory was fragmented, it was enough for her to understand how a woman could live.
Therefore, even if the prince uses her as a decoration, it doesn't matter. She can support herself and live well in this palace.
Now that it's here, let's make peace with it.
That's what she thought.
Caiwei brought the food and said apologetically: "The prince has not returned yet, so the palace servants only prepared some snacks and soup."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you can satisfy your hunger." Wei Zi sat at the table, sipping soup and eating several pieces of snacks.
Dusk is rising and night is falling.
Wei Zi finished reading a few volumes and heard that it was quiet outside. The prince had not returned, so he didn't want to wait any longer and told Cai Wei to prepare for a bath.
As soon as Caiwei went out, she saw several young waiters coming quickly.
The long-faced man in the lead had a gray face and his eyes were distracted.
Caiwei was startled and couldn't help but take two steps back before steadying herself and saluting.
"I am Bocheng, the prince's attendant. I have something important to ask of the prince, and I hope you can report it." When the long-faced man opened his mouth, he sounded like he was about to cry.
"Wait a moment." Seeing Bo Cheng's dejected look, Cai Wei didn't dare to delay, so she turned around and went in to report.
Wei Zi heard this and asked Caiwei to bring Bocheng in.
"See the Crown Princess." As soon as Bo Cheng entered the room, he knelt on the ground with his forehead on the ground, not even daring to look at Wei Zi's face.
Wei Zi had a bad premonition in her heart, but she still calmly said: "What's important?"
"Please - please follow me wherever you go. The carriage is waiting outside the palace." Bocheng tried his best to keep his voice from shaking.
Wei Zi looked at Bo Cheng without saying anything.
Bo Cheng couldn't stand it anymore, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
"Caiwei, go guard the door and don't let anyone in." Wei Zi ordered.
"Yes." Caiwei moved quickly.
"Bocheng, get up and speak." Wei Zi said.
"The villain...don't dare."
"Bocheng, get up." Wei Zi repeated it again, with the same tone as before.
But when it fell on Bocheng's ears, he didn't dare not get up.
Putting his hands on the ground, Bo Cheng got up from the ground without any manners. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the red figure and was slightly startled.
I heard that Wei Gong's daughter was dignified, graceful, gentle and virtuous. It was better to see her once than to hear her a hundred times.
"Is this the prince's order?" Wei Zi asked.
"Yes..." Bo Cheng said.
"Does the Queen know?" Wei Zi asked again.
"Know......"
"What happened?" Wei Zi asked the third question.
Before Bo Cheng came, he had prepared a plan. Since neither the prince nor the queen came forward to talk about it, he, a little palace slave, shouldn't talk too much. He could just bite the bullet and say he didn't know. Anyway, he might not survive.
Get tomorrow.
It can be seen that Wei Zi is taking her time, and remembering the people in Longjing City praising her for her skillful and benevolent heart, Bocheng's conscience bubbles like boiling water.
