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He listened to Huang's words and, after secretly discussing with his grandfather, decided to find a suitable person to bring up Zhu Qingluan's marriage. However, he was astonished to discover that without the Chen Family as an excuse, it was impossible to raise the topic of Zhu Qingluan's marriage at all. The only option left was to use his relationship with Yun Yiqing—not exactly an excuse, but a way around it.
He stayed home today specifically to hear news, but unexpectedly, his grandfather returned in a furious state, which puzzled him. Even if the emperor disagreed, there was no need for such anger; they could always think of another way.
"This little wretch, this time I will definitely not let her off," Prime Minister Huang said, growing angrier as he thought about it. He sat on a chair, his chest heaving as he gasped and cursed.
"What happened?" Huang Pinyan asked, confused.
"She actually spread rumors during the banquet about how profitable the Jade Pavilion is and how the Huang Family will become rich enough to rival nations. As a result, when I attended court today, the emperor kept me behind... His words implied that we should hand over the Jade Pavilion..." Prime Minister Huang spoke rapidly, barely able to contain his fury.
Huang Pinyan finally understood where his grandfather's anger stemmed from. On the surface, the Jade Pavilion seemed to be thriving, but ever since the Huang Family took over, the reality was that expenses far exceeded income—this was worlds apart from the rumors. If they really handed over the Jade Pavilion and the emperor found out that things were not as they seemed, he would suspect the Huang Family's sincerity—they had fallen for Zhu Qingluan's tricks and found themselves in a dilemma.
"Grandfather, what should we do next? Should we hand it over or not?" Taking initiative was completely different from being passive; he knew that one misstep could lead the Huang Family into disaster.
"Let me think about it," Prime Minister Huang said wearily as he rubbed his forehead. After hesitating for a moment, he added, "Yan, send someone to closely follow Zhu Qingluan. Keep a close watch and don't miss any opportunity!" The murderous intent in his words was unmistakable.
"I understand!" This time it was his fault; otherwise, the Huang Family wouldn't be in such a predicament.
In contrast to the anxiety of the Huang Family members, Qing Luan felt light-hearted and carefree. She spent her days wandering around, sipping tea, and chatting—life had never been so enjoyable for her. In her own opinion, these were the most comfortable days she had experienced in all her years here.
Time passed quickly. Nearly two years after Xuanyuan Rui left, he finally returned home.
When the news arrived, Qing Luan could hardly believe it. "Little Luo, where did you hear this news?" she asked incredulously while chatting over tea with Yun Yiqing.
"It’s all over the streets! General Xuanyuan won a great victory! The Barbarians surrendered and sent a princess as a token of goodwill!" Little Luo grinned widely; she knew her mistress had been thinking about General Xuanyuan all along and rushed back to report as soon as she heard.
"A princess?" After a brief moment of joy, Qing Luan felt anxious; inexplicably, she found herself unsettled by this princess's appearance.
"What’s wrong? Are you starting to worry now?" Yun Yiqing teased with a laugh.
"..." Qing Luan shot her a glance but didn’t respond. Hearing about the princess made her realize just how mismatched her identity was compared to Xuanyuan Rui's. Even if she didn’t care about it herself, what about others? Especially now that Xuanyuan Rui had won such a difficult battle—surely more people would admire him!
Feeling uneasy yet eager to see Xuanyuan Rui again, she followed Little Luo out while Yun Yiqing trailed closely behind her, an inexplicable emotion flickering in her eyes.
She was most afraid that Qing Luan would follow in her footsteps... She held a noble status, one that others could not match. In contrast, Qing Luan came from humble beginnings; no matter how much she tried to disregard it, her background was undeniable. The situation with Xuanyuan Rui was fraught with difficulty.
When Qing Luan saw him riding a white horse, clad in battle armor, his expression cold as he moved through the bustling crowd, she realized he had changed. Meanwhile, sitting in the carriage behind him, Li Yunluo waved eagerly at the people around her. At that moment, Qing Luan felt her heart skip a beat, and her gaze shifted.
Indeed, she was the princess of the Barbarians.
Initially, she had approached Qing Luan for Xuanyuan Rui; now that she had entered the capital, it was likely that her intended marriage partner was also Xuanyuan Rui... If the emperor issued a decree, would he refuse?
What would happen if he did refuse?
Her mind was in turmoil, thoughts racing chaotically as she numbly followed the crowd...
"Miss!" Little Luo shouted anxiously as she saw her being pushed away by the throng. Unfortunately, the miss could not hear her, which only heightened her distress.
"Who are you?" By the time Qing Luan regained her senses, she found herself in a secluded area surrounded by people. It turned out that when she had lost focus earlier, someone had approached her and pushed her away from the original crowd, leading her to this quiet place...
Once she sensed the absence of noise, Qing Luan immediately snapped back to reality. Seeing the murderous intent in the eyes of those surrounding her, she calculated her chances of survival.
"Those sent to see you off!" someone replied coldly. Before Qing Luan could ask further questions, they commanded those around to take action...
As soon as Qing Luan noticed so many people closing in on her, she instinctively stepped back defensively, discreetly pulling something from her sleeve and gripping it tightly in her hand...
"Be careful!" By the time the leader sensed something was amiss, it was already too late.
Qing Luan scattered the white powder from her hand and charged toward those who were collapsing. Then she threw a signal flare from her other hand—brilliant fireworks illuminated the night sky and filled Qing Luan's heart with hope.
The creatures quickly blocked the attackers' advance. Looking back, Qing Luan suddenly realized that today's assassination attempt was far from simple—more and more people were arriving; this was not something they could handle alone.
Was today truly going to be her last?
"Ah!" While desperately dodging an attack, a blade slashed across her arm. Just then, she was saved by Mei; blood poured from her wound, pulling Qing Luan closer to unconsciousness...
"I'm afraid the sword is poisoned," Mei said immediately upon sensing something was wrong.
"You take the young lady and go. I'll hold them off," Wang instructed as he looked at her.
"Today, none of you will escape!" More and more people were arriving. They had sent a considerable number of people to deal with Zhu Qingluan, determined not to fail again.
He admitted that the two protecting Zhu Qingluan were skilled, but they were not afraid of death. If they kept charging in recklessly, they would eventually tire out, and Zhu Qingluan would die sooner or later.
Wang also noticed the problem; no matter how many they killed, there were always more fearless souls rushing in. This made their expressions even graver—if the young lady was poisoned, delaying any longer would mean she might die from the poison even if she wasn't killed.
Just as the assassins were feeling triumphant and Wang was beginning to grow anxious, the situation quickly changed. A sharp howl pierced the air, bringing a look of surprise and delight to Wang's face, though it was fleeting.
"Finish this quickly!" someone shouted sharply upon realizing something was amiss.
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