He was also a candidate Lu Mingyuan held in high regard.
The two of them had a good relationship since childhood. Although they grew distant after growing up, their bond was nded after he ca to Great Yan, becoming even stronger than before.
He felt that Lu Yunqing’s deanor had changed again. His scholarly air had faded considerably, and his gaze had beco increasingly sharp. He could now hide his emotions completely and had gained a new air of confidence.
It seed his trip to the Confucian Temple had helped him imnsely.
"Sixth Brother, long ti no see. Now that you’re finally married, I suppose the won at the brothels can finally rest easy."
Lu Yunqing raised his cup to Lu Mingyuan, half-joking.
With a wave of his other hand, he had the servants bring forward platters covered in red cloth, one after another. They were clearly priceless Treasures.
Seeing this, Lu Mingyuan couldn’t help but scold him with a laugh, "You punk. You didn’t even tell when you got married, so I missed giving you a gift. Now I feel too embarrassed to accept yours."
Lu Yunqing gave a wry smile. "It’s not that I didn’t want to invite you, Sixth Brother, but you couldn’t have co out. The Wang Family did send a gift, though."
Only then did Lu Mingyuan realize that Wang Zhaoyan had apparently never ntioned Lu Yunqing’s marriage to him.
On this topic, Lu Yunqing’s expression turned serious, as always.
"Sixth Brother, don’t worry. You won’t be in the Cold Palace for much longer."
Lu Mingyuan sensed his good intentions and assud he was just sympathizing with him. He smiled and said, "Don’t you worry about your Sixth Brother. I have plenty to eat and drink in the Cold Palace, and I get to look at beautiful won every day. It’s not bad."
Lu Yunqing shook his head. "It’s still not the sa. If you weren’t in the Cold Palace, Sixth Brother, you wouldn’t be holding your wedding in the Harem. It would surely be a grand and magnificent affair in the Imperial Capital."
Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan felt a pang of regret.
’He’s right. If I weren’t in the Cold Palace, my wedding would have been much grander, with far more people than this.’
Lu Yunqing stared at his expression and thought to himself.
’Don’t worry, Sixth Brother. Once I deal with Second Brother and get to the bottom of things...’
’...you’ll be out of the Cold Palace soon.’
...
「Ti flew by, and soon it was night.」
The two brides were waiting in their chambers, burning with impatience. To pass the ti, they started to chat.
Qi Muxue was dressed in a red wedding gown, a Golden Phoenix Hairpin adorning her hair. Her face was tranquil and gentle, her skin fairer than snow, and her red lips were as crystal-clear as cherries.
Huo Hongling, on the other hand, was fiddling with a rose by the bed. She stared blankly at the Red Simurgh Phoenix Embroidered Shoes on her feet before turning her head to ask:
"Miss Qi, do you know about... the ways of n and won?"
Qi Muxue hadn’t expected such a question. She froze for a mont, then lowered her eyes in thought before finally answering.
"I know a little."
"You know so much, Miss Qi," Huo Hongling sighed.
"Unlike . My mother only gave a hurried lesson the day before yesterday. She taught a few things... it felt much simpler than Martial Arts, just... terribly embarrassing."
"Besides, you’re the main wife. His Highness likes you more."
Huo Hongling lowered her head, her gaze dimming slightly.
Qi Muxue understood how she felt. She offered a small smile and comforted her, "This isn’t your first ti interacting with His Highness. You should know that he isn’t a hot-and-cold person. Now that you’ve beco a Princess Consort, he will cherish you completely."
Huo Hongling thought about it carefully and realized it was true.
Lu Mingyuan did indeed take her feelings into account from ti to ti. For example, her birthday gift and the Martial Arts he gave her were all perfectly suited to her Cultivation Technique. When they sparred occasionally, it felt like he was a training partner—a very close, caring friend.
"So, Miss Qi, do you also hope His Highness leaves the Cold Palace soon?"
Huo Hongling tilted her head, her eyes glistening.
Qi Muxue nodded lightly. "Of course. But I have a feeling that His Highness doesn’t actually want to."
"Why wouldn’t he want to?"
"I don’t know. It’s just a gut feeling."
"A woman’s intuition?"
Hearing this, Huo Hongling was lost in thought.
’She rembered that Lu Mingyuan’s Cultivation Realm was actually higher than hers.’
’So her intuition is probably very accurate.’
’Should I tell Miss Qi about His Highness’s secret?’
’Could it be that her future husband is the one who has been hiding his true capabilities among the nine princes?’
’Destined to ascend the Emperor’s Throne one day?’
’But from the current situation, things aren’t clear. Support from the Court and a high Cultivation alone are not enough to secure the Emperor’s Throne.’
Qi Muxue said softly, "We just need to support him silently from behind. He must be carrying many burdens on his own."
"As long as you break through to the Middle Fifth Grade and I achieve the rank of Gentleman soon, even if His Highness is unwilling, we’ll have the leverage to create other options."
"Okay!"
Huo Hongling clenched her fists, a determined glint appearing in her slender eyes. Her father’s Cultivation was too high, so for now, she would set Lu Mingyuan as her goal. She had to catch up to him.
...
As the guests began to leave, Lu Mingyuan finally reached the most exciting mont of the night and returned to his own chambers.
"Your Highness, should we accompany you?"
Zi Yun and Hong Wan stepped forward.
"No need. If you’re there, I think they’ll be shy."
Lu Mingyuan smiled slightly and strode away.
Hong Wan watched his retreating back, her eyes welling up. With the tear mole beneath it, her gaze was utterly endearing. "Now that you have two wives, Your Highness, please don’t forget about ."
Zi Yun, standing to the side, was much calr. She smiled charmingly. "Don’t worry. His Highness isn’t that kind of person."
...
’Ti for the wedding night.’
With a nervous heart, Lu Mingyuan stepped through the doors of the bridal chamber.
"My dear wives, I’m coming in!"
The wooden door, covered in red paper, let out a CREAK. Lu Mingyuan saw the two beauties sitting on the bed.
First was Qi Muxue. She wore a wide, red dress with phoenix patterns and a red veil over her head. Her figure was graceful, and her exquisite red embroidered shoes revealed a sliver of her snow-white ankles.
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