For a moment, the courtyard was silent. Even Yue Qinghe was moved. What a good prime minister. He was loyal and incorruptible.
It was Shu Yue who broke the silence. She calmly asked,"If I remember correctly, your name is Ah Fu, right?"
The young man named Ah Fu whimpered and nodded.
"I heard that you were picked up by the prime minister on the road to be a servant. These years, you have been following the prime minister. I believe you have always been grateful to the prime minister for saving your life, right?”
Fu cried and said," If it wasn't for the Prime Minister saving my life, I'm afraid there wouldn't be Fu. All these years, the Prime Minister has come to this day step by step. He has always treated Fu as a younger brother and never treated me unfairly. However, he didn't want to die like this…Why did God treat him like this?" His words were extremely touching and moved people to tears.
Yue Qinghe had already elevated the image of the Prime Minister into one of the top ten good people in his heart.
"As expected, in order to repay his master's kindness, he would naturally come up with anything.”Shu Yue seemed to sigh, but also seemed to be mocking.
"Miss Shu Yue, you!" Ah Fu seemed very angry. " Are you saying that I lied to the princess? If you don't believe me, you can go in and take a look. The Prime Minister, he's not cold yet…" As she spoke, she started crying again.
For a moment, everyone was moved by this pair of loyal servants.
Yue Qinghe was also moved. He complained about why Shu Yue was chasing after him. He was already dead, so why was he still asking about this? Eh, he was already dead, so why did Shu Yue sound like she didn't believe him?
"Today's show was wonderful. I thank the Prime Minister on behalf of the princess.”
Shu Yue mocked, then held Yue Qinghe's hand again and said,"Princess has stood for a long time and is tired. Xiao Feng, let's go.”
Then, before Yue Qinghe could react, he was stuffed back into the sedan chair and staggered back onto the road back to Yuegong City. At this time, the sky had just brightened.
When Yue Qinghe removed the red veil that should have been removed by his future husband, what entered his eyes was still the familiar layout of the Gilt Moon Palace. She was sent back to the bedroom by Shu Yue and sat back on the bed. She felt as if she was dreaming. She thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. She felt that she didn't need to think about such a problem, so she took off her wedding dress and lay back down to sleep.
The main hall of the Gilt Moon Palace was covered with green curtains and surrounded by jade beams. Cold fragrance lingered in the air.
Shu Yue was wearing a peach blossom palace dress with a heart knot around her waist, but her face did not show any joy because of this warm color dress. She entered the hall and slowly walked to three steps in front of the long table in the hall. She knelt down on the bluestone floor tiles and said softly,"Your Highness, the Prime Minister is dead.”
Princess Qinghe looked indifferent. She was sitting in front of the red sandalwood table with her golden phoenix hairpin in her hand. Her black hair was like a waterfall on her white three-layered dress with the pattern of flowing clouds. Qingcheng's face had a maturity that didn't match her age. She held the teapot in one hand and the cup in the other as she refilled the celadon teacup. Upon hearing this, his hand paused slightly, stopping just as the water in the cup was about to overflow.
Putting down the white jade teapot, his indifferent expression carried some expected indifference as he said,""Get up, bengong already expected this result. He had a grudge in his heart and would not marry the daughter of his enemy. He could not defy the imperial edict, so he might as well 'die'.”
"Princess." Shu Yue lowered her eyebrows and said in a low voice. There were thousands of unspoken words in his tone.
Princess Qinghe, who had exquisite eyebrows, sneered,"However, does he think that BenGong will really marry him?"”Shu Yue knew that she was referring to the fake princess who was married to Prime Minister Meng.
However, the princess still sighed, as if she felt pity for losing this opponent."It's just that if no one exposed such a perfect plan, BenGong's efforts would be in vain. The State of Yue…had finally come to this.”
Shu Yue's beautiful face revealed uneasiness."Your Highness, the Prime Minister of the State of Yue has died. What should we do?”
Princess Qinghe glanced at Shu Yue and understood where her uneasiness came from. The Prime Minister of Yue Country, the pillar of the nine countries, was dead. Yue Country's situation was even more precarious. As a result, Jin Country had no choice but to agree to the marriage proposal.
Princess Qinghe put down her cup and stood up, walking around the table to help Shu Yue up. Her expression returned to its usual cold indifference,"Since he is dead, then let's hold a funeral. It has been a long time since a major event happened in Yue Country. Let those who love and support him cry for him.”
A trace of surprise flashed across Shu Yue's face.”
Princess Qinghe's face flashed with determination."For the sake of personal hatred, he abandoned his fellow countrymen and gave up everything in his country, identity, status, honor, power…What's the use of keeping such a person?”
Shu Yue nodded, indicating that she understood. After hesitating for a moment, she said,"Why don't we let Shu Yue marry in princess's place. After all, he has served princess for many years and knows princess 'temperament the best.”
Princess Qinghe interrupted without thinking,"No, among the people around bengong, you are the one that bengong likes the most. If you go, bengong won't be used to it.”
It was only at this moment that the seventeen year old princess revealed a trace of stubbornness that was no different from her peers. She treated Shu Yue as her own unique possession and refused to let go.
Shu Yue smiled gently. She had been by the princess 'side since she was young and her friendship with Princess Qinghe was not formed overnight. Seeing the princess speak like this, she was about to say something. Xiao Feng lifted the green gauze curtain hanging from the vertical beams in the hall and walked over, bowing to Princess Qinghe.
The princess looked in the direction of the palace she came from and said,""The prime minister is dead, is there anything strange about her?”
Xiao Feng made a pouting expression and glanced at the sleeping quarters behind the heavy curtains and screen, saying,""She's already asleep."
Shu Yue burst out laughing,"This Miss Yue is really different. She can even calmly deal with such a big matter like her husband's death."”
Princess Qinghe frowned. The slight frown on her delicate brows made her look even more charming." She didn't want to get married in the first place. Now that her husband is dead, she will naturally relax."”
Xiao Feng interrupted,"I've never seen someone who can sleep and eat like her in my life, and she's even a woman."”
Princess Qinghe's brows furrowed even more tightly. Yue Qinghe was indeed the one who was guided by the Immortal. Moreover, the Immortal was a real Immortal. Although she was a princess, it was rare for a mortal to meet an Immortal. It was also rare for an Immortal to owe her a favor. It was even more rare for an Immortal to help her. However, the person who was guided by the Immortal was just an ordinary woman who was different from them. This was a headache.
After thinking about it, Princess Qinghe finally made a decision."Since she's different from the rest and is someone who was guided by the Immortal, then let her take my place in the marriage of Jin.”
Shu Yue and Xiao Feng were startled. Princess Qinghe's expression was filled with determination, she said slowly but firmly,"
"Jin is still waiting for a reply. At most ten days, we can't delay any longer. Xiao Feng and Shu Yue, the two of you must let her understand all the etiquette matters in Yue within these ten days. Ten days later, with the courtesy of a princess, Baili Hongzhuang was sent to the Jin Country.”
That night, Yue Qinghe, who had received the order to get married in ten days, lay on the bed that originally belonged to the princess, staring blankly at the white cloud hanging above his head.
In these three short days, Yue Qinghe understood a painful fact. The world was big, and the princess was the most important. Whatever Princess Qinghe said, he must do it. Whatever Princess Qinghe did not like, he must put an end to it.
Yue Qinghe deeply felt the oppression of the landlord class against the poor in this feudal society. However, she could only obediently compromise and not resist.
Why? Because she was a savior brought by the gods, a substitute born specifically for the real princess. This was because this princess with unparalleled looks and an overbearing temperament had extensive power. Her status and dignity could not be challenged by human rights.
From what happened in the past three days, it could be seen that she had no chance of turning things around. She was transmigrated, became the princess's substitute, and then married. She failed to get married once, and she had to get married again. The only consolation was that his partner's status was getting higher and higher. First, he was the Prime Minister, and now, he was the Crown Prince.
Could he run away from the marriage? In this strange world, where could a weak woman with no identity and nothing escape to?
A single misstep would cause eternal regret. Who asked her to casually say "yes" when that immortal old man asked her if she was willing to transmigrate and become a princess?
Forget it. His mother often said,"Since you're here, take it as it is." He couldn't escape or go back, so he could only accept it step by step.
"Are you willing to marry him and stay by his side for the rest of your life, regardless of whether you're beautiful or ugly, rich or poor, in health or in sickness? Are you willing to do this?" Yue Qinghe raised his left hand like a fox talking.
"I'm willing." Yue Qinghe raised the fox in his right hand and answered himself.
On the same night, people with the same name had different moods. The modern version of Yue Qinghe fell asleep peacefully after struggling with the marriage. The princess version of Yue Qinghe frowned slightly. A white gauze lamp in front of him illuminated the yellow cloth on the wooden table.
This was a handwritten letter from the King of Jin half a month ago.
On it was written that he hoped that the famous Princess Sanyue of Yue Country would marry the Crown Prince of Jin and become the Crown Princess.
Princess Qinghe looked at the flickering candle flame and was slightly lost in thought.
His father had always been weak and had few children. Even though his mother had married many concubines for him when she was alive, she only had two younger sisters.
In March, the Qinghe River reflected the new rain, and the lotus dew entered the first makeup.
Although she lived in the depths of the palace, the name of the Eldest Princess of Yue Country had already spread throughout the world. This poem used the hibiscus flower in March to describe her beauty, and it was a line she liked very much. Later on, her father gave her the title of March.
The love between the King of Yue and the Empress of Yue was already a legend in the Nine Kingdoms. The Empress of Yue was as intelligent as the princes and she gave the King of Yue advice on how to govern the Yue Country. He was deeply loved by the King of Yue. It was a pity that the heavens were jealous of talents.
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