Le Yang did not stay long inside the palace.
After chatting for a while with Fengyang and Zhaoyang, she returned to the Duke Dingbei Mansion.
When she got back, Dong Da was summoning several subordinate generals.
Le Yang waited for Dong Da to finish his work before having the kitchen make so soup to bring to the study.
"Huihui."
Seeing Le Yang, Dong Da smiled, and Le Yang presented the soup: "When do you plan to set off, husband, so I can arrange for the packing?"
Dong Da helped Le Yang sit down: "In a few days, training soldiers is no small matter, it must be done well. The more days we train, the fewer casualties on the battlefield."
"Mm." Le Yang nodded: "Then I’ll prepare things in the next couple of days. Fortunately, we’ve lived in Southern Yi before; there’s still our house in Nanyi Prefecture City, so it’s quite convenient to go."
"Is the Princess going this ti too?"
Dong Da hesitated: "This is a long journey, Princess..."
Le Yang shook her head with a smile: "I know what you’re thinking, husband, that you’re afraid I’ll be exhausted. But having campaigned with Father Emperor many tis, I’m not afraid of marching or fighting, so why fear a little journey? Besides, with you going to Southern Yi, how could I stay in Suzhou? I may be a Princess, but I’m also your wife; I need to accompany you and manage the household. If I don’t go, I won’t have peace of mind."
This moved Dong Da quite a bit.
In the past, when Ms. Chen was around, she never wanted to accompany Dong Da anywhere, only thinking about enjoying herself, never about sharing life’s trials with him.
But Le Yang clearly cares for Dong Da, wanting to share both sweetness and hardships with him.
"Princess."
Dong Da held Le Yang’s hand: "Marrying the Princess was my good fortune. I am truly grateful for that ti when His Majesty got drunk and betrothed you to . Without that drunk incident, where would I find such a good wife?"
Le Yang smiled, returning Dong Da’s grip: "I also thank Father Emperor. If it weren’t for his decree, I wouldn’t have been able to marry you, husband. You treat beautifully, and I’m genuinely happy. I wish to accompany you always, growing old together would be my fortune and blessing."
Dong Da was almost brought to tears by her words.
Looking at Le Yang’s beautiful and gentle face, he wished dearly to have her beco a part of him.
For many years, Dong Da only thought about survival, never really enjoying life, unsure of its pleasures.
But after marrying Le Yang, he realized how wonderful it is to live a aningful life, to have a beloved person to care deeply for, and who also cares for him. It made every day feel full of happiness.
Le Yang lowered her head with a slight smile: "Let’s take a walk in the garden, a few potted flowers in the greenhouse have blood, accompany to see them."
"Alright."
Dong Da held Le Yang as they walked toward the garden, but before they reached it, Le Yang’s maid, Lan i, hurried over. She bowed to Dong Da and Le Yang, then whispered: "Princess, Marquis, there was just an incident in the palace. The Empress punished a maid from the prince’s palace and ordered all palace maids to watch at the Judicial Departnt."
Le Yang paused: "What happened?"
Lan i shook her head: "I don’t know what happened, only that the Empress beca very angry this ti."
Le Yang’s nerves tightened: "Did Ying’er offend the Queen Mother? No, Ying’er has always been cautious and wouldn’t provoke Mother at this ti."
Dong Da thought of sothing, pulled Le Yang aside, and whispered a few words into her ear.
Le Yang squinted her eyes, her jaw tightening: "If that’s the case, it’s right to punish accordingly."
She pondered and then asked Lan i: "How are things with Prince Xin and Prince Zhi? Any movents?"
Lan i shook her head.
Le Yang thought for a mont and advised Lan i: "This matter is known to , don’t spread rumors outside, pretend you don’t know anything."
Lan i responded, bowed, and watched as Le Yang and Dong Da walked away together.
Fengyang was also aware of the incident in Xiao Ying’s palace. Naturally, she knew the reason, but she typically remained uninvolved, so she paid no attention.
Feeling stifled in the palace, Fengyang decided to take Li Niang out for a stroll.
As they wandered, they ended up at the Yang Family ho.
These past days, Mr. Yang’s health had improved significantly, and Ms. Luo took so money to buy a young maid and an old woman to serve Red Flower and Mr. Yang, giving Red Flower ti to talk with Xiao Yin.
When Fengyang arrived, Red Flower was still embroidering.
Seeing Red Flower’s slightly reddened eyes, Fengyang knew she must be tired from the embroidery, so she playfully insisted that Red Flower take a break and accompany her for so fun.
Red Flower, being good-natured, was not upset even when Fengyang interrupted her work. Instead, she cheerfully said to Fengyang: "I’ll speak to Grandpa first, then we’ll go for a walk on the street, alright?"
Fengyang nodded, and Red Flower spoke a few words to the old man, changed clothes, and went out with Fengyang.
As they walked, they ended up at a tavern called Guest House.
Coincidentally hungry, Fengyang pulled Red Flower inside for a al.
Fengyang, fond of lively places, did not opt for a private room since it was just her, Red Flower, and Li Niang. Instead, they sat in the main hall.
The waiter brought the nu, but as Fengyang was about to order, she overheard two scholars at the next table reciting poetry. One scholar recited loudly: "Don’t you see, the waters of the Yellow River co from the heavens..."
Startled, Fengyang dropped the nu onto the table.
She handed the nu to Red Flower and Li Niang: "You two order; I can eat anything."
As the two girls ordered, Fengyang moved to the next table and heard the scholar continue: "Don’t you see the bright mirror reflects the mourning of white hair..."
Fengyang cleared her throat, and the interrupted scholar, initially irritated, turned to see a pretty girl, and couldn’t bring himself to be angry: "What brings you here, Miss?"
Fengyang smiled: "I heard you reciting a poem just now, it sounded wonderful, so I wanted to ask, did you compose it, sir?"
The scholar shook his head: "Not by , but by Miss Su."
"Miss Su?"
Fengyang frowned.
The scholar explained: "It’s Miss Su of the i Mansion. She grew up in the i Family, surrounded by scholars, influenced by literary culture from a young age. She also learned to read and write poetry, and now, as she has grown, she has composed many remarkable poems. The one I recited was one of hers."
Fengyang nodded: "I see."
Returning to her seat, Red Flower had already ordered food and smiled at Fengyang: "I ordered your favorite sweet and sour ribs."
Fengyang smiled: "Mm, thank you, sister."
Waiting for the food, Fengyang ate distractedly.
The poem recited by the scholar earlier was familiar to Fengyang, but it was one she had seen in textbooks before her ti travel, so how could it be...
Fengyang barely ate, her brows tightly furrowed. If the poem was written by Su Yu, then could Su Yu be a ti traveler as well?
After the al, Fengyang and Red Flower lingered a while longer before returning to the palace.
Once back inside, she instructed Li Niang: "Have soone copy all the poems written by Su Yu for ."
Li Niang left quickly, and after about four to six hours, by nightfall, she returned with a handwritten copy.
Fengyang took it and started reading, her expression changing rapidly.
Many of the poems in the copy were eerily familiar; these were poems she had learned in her past schooling. Su Yu had simply plagiarized them, earning herself a reputation as a talented poetess. How wonderful indeed.
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