C13 Rushing the Ink Pavilion at Night

"Go back." The reply seemed to be in keeping with the princess' intentions. Although her face was still sullen, her unspeakable smile was hidden beneath her skin. She waved at the laurel with the silk in her hand.

Yue Lao went out and said that the princess wasn't feeling well and arranged a set of Huiyue Pavilion for Chu Qianmo. This set of Huiyue Pavilion was the farthest yard from the imperial concubine's pavilion, and no one had lived there for a long time. There were only two girls taking care of her, so it was very clean and simple.

The maidservants in the mansion looked at each other. Since the prince didn't care too much about them and the imperial concubine was in charge of the backyard, there was no need to put in all of her effort to take care of them.

After lunch, the two maidservants who were originally guarding the Huiyue Pavilion also slipped away.

Chu Qianmo didn't mind. She just so happened to like this kind of peace and quiet, which made it convenient for her to think. How could she refuse this marriage? It seemed that Seventh Prince disliked her just the same. She had no right to speak, he should have it. It should be enough as long as she acted as if he disliked her.

This Tian Family user really knows how to enjoy himself. Just like this, the high bed in the courtyard had collapsed, and the bright curtains and light pillows caused one to be unavoidably tired. Under the afternoon sunlight, they actually fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, the dark gray color had already begun to fade. Just as he was about to go for a walk, he suddenly heard footsteps in the courtyard. While he was thinking, the tassels at the bottom of the curtain rumbled.

"Greetings, consort." When Chu Qianmo saw a stately and radiant figure dressed in luxurious clothing enter, she couldn't help but be stunned. She squatted down to give her regards. Logically speaking, when she saw the wangfei, she should have addressed her as "concubine", but first, she hadn't married Seventh Prince. Secondly, she had rejected the marriage from the bottom of her heart, so she didn't address him as "concubine".

Then, he secretly cursed Seventh Prince in his heart. His family had such a beautiful concubine, yet he went out to pick on the flowers and grass. What a lecherous person.

"Please get up, Second Miss." "There were originally two maidservants in this courtyard, weren't there? "Why did you treat Second Miss unfairly when I wasn't looking after her, pulling down ten tablets for each person, and punish them with one month's worth of monthly wages?"

Immediately after, the sound of the two maids hurriedly coming back could be heard from outside as they started to beg for mercy, gradually becoming more and more distant as time passed.

Chu Qianmo remained silent. It wasn't an exaggeration to punish such a person's slave. However, what was this wangfei doing now? She had started off with nothing to show for it, but she had jumped out again to stand up for herself.

As for whether or not this was a real fight, and whether or not they were aware of the true punishments, it was unknown.

The wangfei was beautiful, but there was a certain gloom in her eyes that made people feel as if they were holding something in their throats.

"It's been a long time since anyone has stayed in this room. Why does it have the smell of earth and the feeling of not being strict with the servants? I'm sorry, Second Miss." The rumors were true. It was indeed just a beautiful and tacky firewood stick. However, there was a sharpness in her eyes that didn't match her age. It seemed like her thought of taking precautions against the premonition wasn't wrong.

"Princess is too polite. I don't smell anything different." What Chu Qianmo said was the truth. Even though this place was simple and crude, it was more than a hundred times better than the place where she lived in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Second Miss is magnanimous. As the host of this backyard, I can't be careless. Go and light some incense." The latter half of his sentence was directed towards his personal maid, Yue Gui.

Chu Qianmo sniggered in her heart. I don't want to bother with a husband like you, who has a brain like a worm, but I've already given up on the idea of making amends with this wangfei.

The laurel took the hint and immediately turned around. After a while, it came back with the incense that had already been lit.

Princess Hua-Yang exchanged a few more pleasantries with Chu Qianmo before leaving in a hurry.

Although she hadn't lived to the age to tangle with the women in the Tian Family backyard in her previous life, Chu Qianmo was a person of two lifetimes after all. It didn't seem like a good omen for this wangfei to suddenly express her goodwill, so it was better for her not to stay in this house.

Thinking of this, Chu Qianmo also walked out of the room.

In the blink of an eye, the last rays of red light on the horizon vanished. The sky seemed to be shrouded by a dense black hat, and within the backyard of the Chengqian Hall, only the Heart Pavilion and Huiyue Pavilion had a hint of light.

Xuan Ming, with his hands behind his back, walked quickly towards the backyard. He had trained in martial arts since he was young, so he walked with the wind, but he never understood why Second Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion asked someone to pass down the message for him to come to Huiyue Pavilion.

However, after careful consideration, he realized that he had suffered a setback at the prince's place in the morning, so it was not wrong for him to ask the person closest to the prince.

Although it was a quiet night and he should not have come to this gathering place for women, first of all, he did not see Second Miss as a woman. She was still a child, and secondly, Empress Dowager had ordered him to enter Chengqian Hall.

At that time, Empress Dowager wouldn't be willing to blame her royal grandson, but the one suffering would still be him.

After all, she was going to be his future secondary wife. Xuan Ming started coughing the moment he entered the yard, but nobody answered him. Xuan Ming was very clear on the situation of the girls in the backyard.

But wasn't Second Miss in the courtyard as well?

Xuan Ming was straightforward to begin with. After hesitating for a while in the yard, he still pushed open the door and entered the house. As expected, there was no one there.

Since he came all the way here, he couldn't just leave like that. Xuan Ming stood in the middle of the ground for a while and felt weak for some reason. Perhaps he was tired after following the prince out of the city today, so he sat down on a stool beside Yuan Hou.

The moment he sat down, he actually felt drowsy. It was a disgrace to sleep in the room of the King's wife. Xuan Ming stood up and fell back into his chair.

A wave of heat suddenly came over him. Shame that was hard to express flowed through his heart. Qianyu's pair of watery eyes appeared before his eyes.

He had already fallen in love with Seventh Prince's personal maid, Qianyu. However, he hadn't had the chance to confess his feelings yet. He didn't know why, but he wanted to hug her and kiss Fang Ze.

As he thought of those pair of smiling eyes, power was like an ox as it pierced through his entire body. He even started to eager to try at a certain difficult position.

Qianyu and Qianfan were usually on duty. When they met Seventh Prince, they were not in a good mood and were afraid that one of them would get into an accident and the two of them would sleep in the outer room of the Lingmo Pavilion.

Leng Qianqiu usually hated people who disturbed his sweet dreams, but at this moment, Xuan Ming was like a lion possessed by the devil. The door was like thunder, clanging loudly outside the Lingmo Pavilion.

Qianyu knew Leng Qianqiu's personality and was so scared that she didn't even have the time to tie up her outer coat. She only draped it over her middle clothes before opening the door. Gritting her teeth, she growled, "Which blind person is anxious to be reincarnated?"

In this Chengqian Hall, even if it was a matter involving burning eyebrows, absolutely no one would dare to intrude upon the Lingmo Pavilion at night.