C7 Was It Destiny or Misfortune?

"Princess Mingyue is always by its side. If you want that thing, you'll have to go to her."

"Don't say I didn't warn you. That thing is quite peculiar and must be willingly given by its owner, or else..."

"Uh!" Feng Wuqing turned to look at the Crown Prince.

Crown Prince Ximu barely furrowed his brow, annoyed at the mention of that woman again. With a wave of his hand, he left the palace.

Soon, after dealing with that woman, Feng Wuqing followed him out.

"What now? Should we head to the Myriad Flower Tower?" Feng Wuqing was frustrated. If they'd known from the start that the item they were seeking was with Princess Mingyue, they wouldn't have gone through all this trouble. It would have been simpler to just marry the princess and bring her back.

Who knows if this is fate or just a twist of destiny.

"Let's go to the Myriad Flower Tower," the Crown Prince hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded.

He had been searching for twenty years, and this was his only hope. Now that it was within reach, there was no way he could give up easily.

"Your Highness, if the item is with Mingyue, why not just bring her with us? Once she marries you, the item will be yours," Feng Wuqing suggested cheekily on the way.

But before he could finish, Crown Prince Ximu shot him a sharp look that made Feng Wuqing feel like his whole body was about to explode. He quickly waved his hands, indicating he hadn't said anything.

Crown Prince Ximu let out a cold snort and vanished into the distance. Feng Wuqing wiped the sweat from his brow, thinking to himself, "Good grief, this guy is terrifying. I can't imagine what his father was thinking, willingly becoming a vassal to Prince Ximu. Usually, it's the kids who cause trouble for their parents, but here, it's the other way around."

...

As Prince Ximu and Feng Wuqing used their agility to pass by the Yancheng Magistrate Court, a petite figure was already being led to the back courtyard by a gatekeeper.

"Sir, this kid claims to be here for the post-mortem examiner position," the gatekeeper said, stepping aside as if Lo Li carried some contagious disease.

Lo Li kept her head down, silent. It wasn't shyness; she just didn't want anyone to notice the scars on her face.

"Alright, you can leave now," a clear voice called out.

Once the yamen runner left, Lo Li sensed someone approaching slowly, and soon she caught a whiff of a pleasant gardenia scent.

"What's your name?"

"Lo Li," she replied coolly, trying to keep her voice low and even a bit hoarse.

"Lo Li? Is that 'Lo' as in the river, and 'Li' as in farewell?"

Lo Li pressed her lips together.

“No, it’s the ‘Lo’ from ‘river’ and the ‘Li’ from ‘crystal.’”

“Oh? Not many boys have the character for ‘crystal’ in their name,” a clear voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, sounded close to Lo Li.

In her downcast eyes, she seemed to see his feet. After a moment of silence, she began to explain:

“My family has been post-mortem examiners for generations. My father says that our job is to speak for the dead, to give them justice. So, we need to have a heart as clear as crystal. The character for ‘parting’ is too sorrowful, so my father chose the ‘Li’ from ‘crystal.’”

After Lo Li finished explaining, the person seemed a bit surprised.