Feng Xingyuan watched her leave, recalling her words, his fingers lightly tapping the wooden bed frame.

The time for reporting to the palace was at the Yin hour, before dawn.

Feng Xingyuan had already investigated Lu Weimian’s living habits before their wedding.

She would wake up at the Si hour in the morning, and on later days, she could sleep until noon.

Therefore, Feng Xingyuan didn’t take Lu Weimian’s words about going to the palace with him to report seriously.

Early in the morning, he got ready, sat in the carriage, and was about to order the driver to set off when the front of the carriage suddenly swayed.

Then a raspberry orange shadow peeked in and sat down beside him cheerfully.

Lu Weimian adjusted her hair, which had been blown by the wind, and instructed, “Let’s go.”

Feng Xingyuan looked questioningly at the girl who suddenly appeared beside him.

Lu Weimian said to herself, “It’s a good thing I left early, otherwise you would have left.”

Feng Xingyuan raised his eyebrows, “Madam got up so early this morning, aren’t you sleepy?”

Lu Weimian said as a matter of course, “I’m not sleepy.”

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Xingyuan’s shoulder suddenly sank.

Feng Xingyuan: “…”

He took a deep breath, lifted the person beside him, and slowly pushed her to the side.

Then he gently patted the non-existent dust on his shoulder and quietly closed his eyes to rest.

The carriage bumped, and Lu Weimian’s head lightly hit the carriage wall. She sleepily opened her eyes.

She heard the sounds of street vendors outside the carriage, and just as she was about to close her eyes again, she suddenly remembered something and was startled awake!

Lu Weimian slowly sat up, looked around, and saw Feng Xingyuan also catching up on sleep.

She lifted the carriage curtain and asked the driver, “Where are we?”

“Madam, we’re at Qing’an early market.”

Lu Weimian’s heart rose to her throat, “There are many people here, don’t bump into anyone, let’s turn into the small alley ahead.”

In fact, the reason she insisted on going to the palace with Feng Xingyuan this morning wasn’t just because she had spoken to the people in Feng’s residence yesterday.

There was another very important reason, something would happen on this road.

It was also her fault; she had been crying at home before her wedding.

Her younger brother thought that her sister was wronged by marrying this man, and he was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, so he made up his mind.

He knew that Feng Xingyuan was going to the palace to report today, so he bribed a stall owner to pretend to be hit by Feng Xingyuan’s carriage on this road, soiling Feng Xingyuan’s court robes and carriage.

He thought it was a small trick that could help his sister vent her anger.

But that day, Feng Xingyuan’s clothes were dirty, and he was late for his report.

Soiling his court robes before the emperor was a breach of etiquette, and he was reportedly ridiculed by the Crown Prince’s faction.

He didn’t know how guilty Lu Weimian felt when she saw Feng Xingyuan return in dirty clothes, with the common people pointing and gossiping about him.

She didn’t want to get married, but he was also innocent about having to marry her.

The driver probably thought Lu Weimian made sense, so he pulled the reins and turned into the small alley next to it.

Lu Weimian didn’t know the situation at that time, nor did she know if leaving that street would be alright.

She lightly clenched her skirt, nervous all the way, until they turned out of the alley, when the carriage suddenly bumped, followed by a collision!

Lu Weimian’s heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, she suddenly threw herself in front of Feng Xingyuan, protecting his court robes!

Feng Xingyuan froze, only feeling the jasmine fragrance on Lu Weimian’s body was extremely aggressive, enveloping him tightly.

Her hair ornaments swayed and hooked onto his hair, gently vibrating.

What Feng Xingyuan saw was the girl’s white neck and the blood vessels in her neck.

This was the most vulnerable and fatal part of a person’s body.

It looked very good to bite.

The restless bloodthirsty feelings in the young man’s body stirred slightly.

He would get excited when he saw blood.

Unaware, Lu Weimian closed her eyes, waiting for a long time without anything being splashed on her.

Ling Yi just lifted the carriage curtain to report, seeing this scene, he quickly put the curtain down, “The carriage just hit a pothole, Master and Madam, be careful.”

Lu Weimian: “…”

She was a little embarrassed, but she couldn’t believe she could be so embarrassed.

Lu Weimian asked unwillingly, “Is the road, is the road okay? I just heard something hit.”

“It didn’t hit us, it hit the carriage behind us.”

Lu Weimian was still sitting on Feng Xingyuan’s lap, she could feel the coldness and hardness of his court robes beneath her.

She felt that her current posture was even worse than being hit.

Suddenly, the young man’s leisurely voice sounded beside her ear, “Madam seems to have known something would happen.”

“I didn’t know.” Lu Weimian uneasily supported his shoulders, slowly climbing off him.

“I was too scared, I was scared to death just now.”

Feng Xingyuan didn’t speak, his eyes were meaningful, but the corners of his lips held a faint smile, quietly watching her.

Lu Weimian added, trying to cover up, “I’m a bit timid, it’s good that you’re here.”

In the room, a subtle atmosphere spread silently, mixed with an imperceptible dangerous aura.

Lu Weimian couldn’t sit still, remembering the important matter, she first lifted the curtain and asked, “Whose carriage was hit?”

Ling Yi investigated and reported, “Imperial Physician Chu.”

Lu Weimian was slightly surprised, “Brother Chu Yu!”

She quickly gathered her skirt and got out of the carriage.

Feng Xingyuan retracted his smile and watched her get down in a fluster.

Lu Weimian’s instructions came from outside the carriage, “I’ll go take a look, you go to the palace first, don’t be late, I’ll be there later.”

Ling Yi lifted the carriage curtain to ask Feng Xingyuan’s opinion.

Feng Xingyuan said casually, “Madam has already given her instructions, why are you asking me?”

Lu Weimian thought, he’s so obedient.

But she couldn’t care about her obedient husband right now.

Lu Weimian turned to go back and asked Mu Yun to send a message back to the Lu Mansion.

In fact, no matter who was hit, since it was caused by her, she should be responsible.

At the place where the collision happened in the early market street, there was a scene of chaos, the most tragic being the carriage in the middle.

The carriage curtain and the carpet inside were damaged.

Chu Yu had already gotten out of the carriage and was standing beside it, thinking about what to do.

He saw Lu Weimian coming and was a little surprised, “A’mian? What are you doing here?”

Lu Weimian saw that his cloak was stained with some soup and water, “I’m going to the palace to report and thank the emperor, and I happened to be here… Are you alright?”

“It’s fine,” Chu Yu looked at the stains on his cloak, “It’s good that it’s cold today, I wore an extra cloak, my court robes are unaffected.”

Lu Weimian felt bad, “Wait a moment, my house isn’t far, I’ll have them prepare a new carriage for you.”

Chu Yu waved his hands repeatedly, “No, no.”

“Just consider it as me returning a favor, I often troubled you and your sister when I was sick as a child.” Lu Weimian looked at his carriage, “Besides, this will delay you from going to the palace.”

Chu Yu smiled, “There’s no need to be so polite between us.”

He paused, “Your wedding was the day before yesterday, I was in the palace seeing the Consort, and I didn’t congratulate you on your wedding.”

“It’s alright, I didn’t see the guests that day.”

Chu Yu looked at her, “Are you alright?”

Lu Weimian curved her eyes, “I’m fine.”

Chu Yu nodded, hesitated for a moment, probably thinking that Lu Weimian should know, “These days… His Highness is ill.”

The smile on Lu Weimian’s face stiffened, and she lightly changed the subject, “Then the Imperial Hospital must be very busy recently, you should also take care of yourself.”

Chu Yu heard the change in her tone and knew that Lu Weimian didn’t want to talk about other things, “Look at me, I’m only talking about business…”

Chu Yu asked his attendant to take out a jar, “Our plums are pickled recently, my sister remembers you like them, so she made some plum tea and asked me to bring it to you.”

“I thought I wasn’t familiar with Feng Duwei, so I wanted to give it to your father today, so you can get it tomorrow when you return home.”

“You’re thoughtful,” Lu Weimian took the jar, “Thank your sister for me.”

As they spoke, the Lu Mansion’s carriage arrived.

Mu Yun brought a new cloak made by the mansion for Chu Yu, and the carriage was also sent by them.

On the autumn morning, the red walls and golden tiles of the Chong Hua Palace were covered with wet mist and water droplets.

Even the air was damp.

The withered yellow tree shadows outside the window fell on the paper, and then were covered by strong strokes.

The person holding the pen had silver hair tied up, tall and straight, wearing a dark cloud-patterned robe, with deep and strong brows and eyes.

Mu Qingci’s attendant eunuch, Jiang Chong, quickly came in from outside the door, hesitantly reporting, “Your Highness, Feng Xingyuan has come to the palace to report.”

Mu Qingci didn’t make a sound.

Jiang Chong carefully raised his head, stealing a glance at him, and said, “Miss Lu… has also entered the palace.”

Mu Qingci paused, leaving a blot of ink on the paper.

“A’mian, she’s here?”

“Yes.”

Mu Qingci’s sword brows furrowed slightly, putting down his pen, “She doesn’t need to report, she came specially, perhaps she wants to see me.”

Mu Qingci walked around the desk, but because of his excessive movement, he pulled something, causing him to become unsteady, and he let out a light “hiss” sound, supporting himself on the desk.

The sachet on his waist fell to the ground.

The little eunuch immediately stepped forward, “Your Highness, did you touch your wound?”

Mu Qingci didn’t answer, bending down to pick up the sachet, the bending action aggravated the pain in his body.

He carefully wiped off the dust, “I have to go see her.”

Jiang Chong took Mu Qingci’s outer robe and chased after him, “Your Highness!”

Jiang Chong put the outer robe on Mu Qingci, “Your back wound is still bleeding, you need to cover it.”

Mu Qingci stopped when he heard this and put on the outer robe before rushing to Xuan Zheng Palace.

He stood outside Xuan Zheng Palace and saw from afar the bright girl with her hair tied up, sitting there in a raspberry orange hundred-flower skirt.