Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 202 Absurd
Su Lingxi stayed in the study for a long time, but in the end she couldn't get an accurate answer.

She is the only legitimate daughter in Duke Yuguo's mansion, and marriage is never up to her.

Su Yuming was dissatisfied with Ji Shuyu, naturally he looked down on his background.And the Queen Mother was anxious to bestow a marriage on Su Lingxi, because she was afraid that she would still miss Fu Mingjue.

The snow fell silently in front of the court, Su Lingxi looked at the silvery white ground, her eyes were icy cold.Some people seem to be superior and enjoy all the glory and wealth, but they can't even fulfill the simplest wish.

Every time I think of Ling Youyao, apart from hatred, I also have a bit of envy.Ling Youyao can easily get something that she can't get even with all her efforts.

The so-called injustice is reflected here.

Xiaotang closed the cloak for her, and softly comforted her: "Girl, it's late at night, shall we go back?"

Su Lingxi bent the corners of her lips, and said in a calm tone, "Tell me, if I am not the only daughter-in-law in Duke Yuguo's mansion, will my father have a different attitude?"

"Girl, what are you talking about?" Xiaotang looked at her puzzled, "Although there are other young ladies and gentlemen in the house, you are the serious first-born young lady, so how can there be other first-born young girls?"

Su Lingxi smiled coldly: "Have you forgotten Lingling? She is also father's daughter."

"But." Xiaotang was at a loss for words, and said hesitantly, "Girl, no matter what, her surname is Ling. My lord still took your face into consideration."

Even though Ling Ling was dead, Su Lingxi felt sick whenever she thought of her.Whether it's Ling Qingwei in the past, or Ling Youyao now, or even Ling Ling, they are all so disgusting!
Ling Qingwei died, Ling Ling also died, and now there is only Ling Youyao left.

The cold wind was piercing, but Su Lingxi's heart was gradually burning hot.It all depends on human effort, if one plan fails, there will be a second time, she does not believe that Ling Youyao can be so lucky every time.

"Let's go, I'm going to the palace tomorrow."

After a night of blizzard, the capital was covered with a thick layer of snow, the majestic palace was wrapped in silver, and the red walls and white snow set off each other, giving it a special flavor.

Ling Youyao took advantage of the snow to enter the palace to visit the queen.

When I arrived at Fengyi Palace, I happened to meet Uncle Zhongyi's wife Mrs. Wu coming out of it.

"The courtier's wife has seen the princess."

Mrs. Wu has a kind face, wearing an indigo jacket, holding a pair of gold inlaid jade bracelets on her hands, and the chains on her chest are also golden, not to mention the hairpin rings on her hair, all of which are all gold.

"Ma'am, don't be too polite," Ling Youyao gave her a little help, "Ma'am, you just met the empress, right? I wonder if the empress is going to rest now?"

Wu and Ling Youyao are not familiar with each other. Seeing her being so kind, she let go of her guard: "Yes, the imperial doctor came just now, and he is probably asking for a pulse right now."

"Is that so, madam is leaving the palace now?"

"Well," Mrs. Liu nodded, with a look of sadness on her face, "there is still something to do in the house, so the minister's wife left."

Ling Youyao took this subtle change into her eyes, didn't ask, but only agreed.

At this time, Qingdai just came out from the hall, blessed her body, and said to Ling Youyao: "Princess, please wait in the side hall first, Imperial Physician Sun is asking for your pulse."

"it is good."

When the two entered the side hall, Yinzhu asked: "Princess, are you familiar with Mrs. Liu?"

"I'm not familiar with you," Ling Youyao said with a slight smile on her lips, "but the eldest son of Uncle Zhongyi's mansion is very famous in the capital."

Uncle Zhongyi fought with the late emperor in his early years, was wounded on the battlefield, and has never had a son.I thought it would be like this in this life, but who would have thought that in his later years, he would suddenly have a son.It's a pity that this child has been weak and sick since he was a child, Zhong Yibo and his wife have been taking care of them carefully, for fear of bumping into each other, and they are even more responsive to their son.Just like this, Liu Hongxin developed his arrogant and playful temperament.

Now Liu Hongxin is over twenty years old, but he has never married a wife. Instead, he has a house full of beauties, eating, drinking and having fun all day long.

Originally Wu Shi turned a blind eye to his son's absurd things, but recently Liu Hongxin did something out of the ordinary.

Yinzhu asked curiously, "What is it?"

Ling Youyao took a sip of tea lightly, and said: "Not only did he raise more than a dozen concubines in his own room, he also got entangled with Chun Xing from Huixian Tower, and even promised to redeem her body to welcome her in. "

Fortunately, Chun Xing was vigilant, and did not fully believe Liu Hongxin's words, so Ji wanted to see his sincerity.Who would have thought that this test would break through the great secret——

It turned out that Liu Hongxin raised the house of beauties just to cover up, and the real favor was the young lady hidden in the house.After Chun Xing learned about this incident, she made a big fuss about it. In the end, it was Mrs. Wu who gagged her with money, and the matter was finally settled.

Not many people know about this matter, Ling Youyao also asked Ji Shuyu when she heard Mu Xiaoxiao mention Chunxing that day, so she asked more questions.

After listening to it, Yin Zhu couldn't take it easy for a while, and said: "Uncle Zhongyi is just such a son, if he is really the uncle Zhongyi's house, wouldn't he want it."
She didn't say the last two words.

Ling Youyao understood what she meant, and said: "That's why Mrs. Wu took advantage of the fact that the matter was not exposed, and went to the palace to see the empress."

Yinzhu felt that Wu's heart was weak, if she really married someone else's girl, wouldn't it harm her for the rest of her life?
"Mr. Wu has a calculation in her heart, but it's not likely that the empress will agree." Just now when she saw Mrs. Wu's appearance, she knew that she would return without success today.

Yinzhu sighed: "I don't know which girl is so unlucky that she will marry into Uncle Zhongyi's residence."

"Well." Ling Youyao smiled, "When she pushes away the Ji family, it's time for Uncle Zhongyi's house." She had already got the news that Su Lingxi would enter the palace today, and she is probably already in Yanfu Palace at this time inside.

Yinzhu stared at her for a long time, and then said emotionally: "Princess, this slave finds that you are really more and more like a prince."

"What?" Ling Youyao almost choked on her words.

While speaking, Qingdai's voice came from outside the door: "Princess, the queen empress invites you to enter the hall to talk."

Ling Youyao put down her teacup, got up and went out.When he came out, he happened to see Sun Fuzhi coming from the hall with a medicine box on his back. The eyes of the two met in the air. Sun Fuzhi paused, and bowed his hands: "I see the princess."

"Get up," Ling Youyao looked at him calmly, "Your Majesty is in good health?"

"Go back to the princess, the empress is in good health."

"That's good." Ling Youyao quietly watched his eyebrows, as if trying to find the familiar feeling from last time.

Feeling her burning gaze, Sun Fuzhi said without a trace of ups and downs on his face, "I will take my leave first."

He had just walked a few steps when Ling Youyao suddenly stopped him: "Doctor Sun."

Sun Fuzhi turned to look at her, and said in a neutral tone, "What else does the princess want?"

"It's nothing," Ling Youyao smiled. "It's just that the wound on my hand seems a little deep. I was worried about leaving a scar, so I wanted to ask you for some ointment to remove the scar. Why don't I go to the Imperial Hospital to find you later."

Sun Fuzhi did not refuse, nor did he have the chance to refuse.

(End of this chapter)