Fengming the world: The cold princess is too enchanting

Chapter 5
In the Palace of the Seventh Prince, the night was slightly cool.

Mu Ziyuan stood in the yard dressed in black, looked up at the stars and moon in the sky, his eyes were confused, he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Muzi came from behind, holding a cloak in his hand and putting it on Mu Ziyuan.

"My lord, it's cold at night, why don't you wear an extra dress?" Listening carefully, there was even a trace of complaint in the words.

However, only Muzi dared to talk to Mu Ziyuan in this palace.

Hearing Muzi's voice, Mu Ziyuan withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and looked at Muzi, who was the closest person around him.

"What do you think of the current situation?"

"Pattern?" Muzi asked back, but soon understood the meaning of the words, thought hard for a while, and then slowly said: "My lord, we just returned to Beijing, I think it's better not to show your sharpness. He has just ascended the throne, but the power in his hands cannot be underestimated."

"Go ahead." Mu Ziyuan replied lightly.

With the permission of his own prince, Muzi has nothing to hesitate.

"The biggest forces in the capital are the emperor, the queen mother, and the general's mansion. If the prince can get involved with the general's mansion, it will be much easier to gain a foothold in the capital.

But the emperor obviously also thought of this, so he cut off the prince's retreat in advance and married a ninth lady from the prime minister's mansion. In this case, the general's mansion would naturally not consider the prince. After all, who doesn't know that the general and the prime minister are deadly enemies. "

"Miss Ninth of the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Mu Ziyuan laughed softly. He can now be sure that his brother, who is cautious and careful about planning the world, will regret this decision in the future.

Muzi was frightened by his lord's reaction, and swallowed unconsciously: "My lord, I know you don't want to marry this Ninth Miss, but at this moment, we must not resist the order, otherwise, we will only give Your Majesty has a justifiable chance to get rid of us."

"Let's go to the palace tomorrow." After saying that, Mu Ziyuan turned and walked into the room.

Standing there, Muzi's scalp felt numb for a while. It seemed that his prince was about to confront the emperor.

Originally thought that his lord was going to resist the decree and regret the marriage, Muzi was trembling all night, but who would have thought that his lord would actually advance the wedding date.

Muzi was at a loss, he really didn't understand what was going on in his prince's mind, but in front of the emperor, he couldn't ask directly, so he just stood aside and pretended he didn't know anything.

Mu Jingyu tapped his fingers on the table alternately, and looked carefully at the person standing in front of him. He originally thought that he would reject this marriage, but he didn't expect that the date of marriage would be brought forward. He really couldn't figure it out.

It's becoming more and more difficult to guess, but this is Mu Ziyuan's ability. If he can see through it at a glance, how can he become a person who is so jealous?
"Seventh brother suddenly asked for an earlier date of marriage, but do you like Miss Nine?"

"Brother Huang is right. I really like this Ninth Miss, so I also ask Brother Huang to be an adult and advance the wedding date earlier." Mu Ziyuan said lightly, his tone full of alienation.

He and Mu Jingyu will never get to know each other well, and they both know each other well, so there is no need to pretend to be in a position to follow suit.

This marriage was bestowed by Mu Jingyu himself. Even if Mu Ziyuan made such a request, it would not be too much. Although it was unexpected, it was indeed the result that Mu Jingyu wanted to see.

A Ninth Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion can't achieve much. If Mu Ziyuan wants to marry, then he can do as he wishes, and it just suits his own wishes.

"If that's the case, then I agree."

"Thank you, brother."

Coming out of the imperial study room, Muzi followed Mu Ziyuan without saying a word, frowning tightly.

He has been with his prince since he was a child, no matter what his prince does, he will know, but only this matter, he really can't see through it, and he can't guess it.

Marrying Miss Jiu of the prime minister's mansion can have temporary peace, but this is not a long-term solution. You know, the emperor is eager to let his prince walk on this road. Who knows that his prince is really will kill itself.

"My lord, why did you advance the wedding date?" Muzi hesitated for a long time, and finally asked.

Hearing this, Mu Ziyuan turned around and looked at Muzi, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, like a spring breeze, and the angle was just right.

"Don't you think the Seventh Prince's Mansion is too yang?"

"Ah?" Muzi looked astonished: "Is it because of this?"

"Otherwise?" After Mu Ziyuan finished speaking, he turned around and opened his legs, and continued to walk forward.

Looking at the back of his prince leaving, Muzi's eyes were full of doubts, but it was quickly replaced by a touch of lore, and he would not let anyone who wanted to hurt his prince be spared.

If this Miss Nine keeps her own place, then everything will be fine, but if she can't stay idle, then you can't blame him for being rude!

……

The news that the wedding date was advanced soon spread to the prime minister's mansion, and the people in the manor were even more upset. The previous incident has not passed, and now they hear such news again, it is really unbelievable.

It seems that the seventh prince really likes Miss Jiu, otherwise he would not have gone to the emperor to advance the wedding date.

Chu Yanran's health had just recovered a bit, when she heard such unpleasant news, she reached out and knocked over the medicine bowl in front of her, her eyes were full of cruelty.

"Why am I not as good as that dead girl? Why do people still like her? Why!"

Luzhu hurriedly ordered someone to clean up the debris that fell on the ground. She felt sorry for her lady and blamed that Chu Yinge, otherwise her lady would not be so angry.

"Miss, the most important thing for you now is to take good care of your body, but don't be as knowledgeable as Miss Jiu."

"No, I will never let her go, absolutely not." Chu Yanran got up from the bed, she really couldn't swallow this breath, how could Chu Yinge be so carefree, why?
As soon as she reached the door, Chu Yanran was forced to come back. Lu Zhu walked over from the side, and when she saw Chu Yinge appearing at the door, she gasped in fright, and hurriedly stood in front of her young lady.

"Miss Jiu, you, what do you want to do?"

"I have never let others go, and there has never been anyone who has not let me go." Chu Yinge stared at the panicked Chu Yanran meaningfully, and she heard everything Chu Yanran said just now.

Originally, she had already decided to let Chu Yanran go, but Chu Tian didn't take her words to heart. Not only did she not dissolve the engagement, but she even moved the wedding date forward.

It's nonsense that the Seventh Prince loves her deeply and wants to marry her early. It seems that she didn't make enough noise before.

She didn't mind doing it all over again, but she didn't know if Chu Yanran could bear it.

(End of this chapter)