Aozai returned two days later.
By that ti, Ao Qi had already left with Amir.
But in the big water bucket outside the kitchen, there were a dozen fish that Ao Qi had left for it...
Aozai owed, eating delightfully.
Feng Yun personally cleaned its body and then cuddled it by the stove to warm up.
"Later, go thank your brother."
Aozai buried its big head into Feng Yun’s embrace, acting clingy like a dostic cat.
Feng Yun kissed it, "Aozai, how can you be so well-behaved, so cute?"
Thus, Aozai frolicked even more happily.
Feng Yun hadn’t played with Aozai like this for a long ti; they had quite a ruckus, and when dusk ca, she took Aozai on the carriage, loaded with the pheasants Aozai had hunted, to Andu City.
She did not enter the residence, but knocked on the mansion gate, confird that Ao Qi was at ho, and let Aozai carry the pheasants in to pay respect to its brother.
In the middle of the night, Aozai returned from the Ao Residence, looking excited, its neck even adorned with a string of awkwardly cut flower garland...
Clearly a work of the Ao Residence’s mistress, Amir.
In the days she lived in Huaxi, she claid she wanted to learn a skill like everyone else.
Then—
She learned embroidery with Ying Rong, for three days.
Learned to read and write, three days.
Learned paper cutting, three days.
Learned cooking, didn’t last a day.
She gave up on all of them, and to everyone’s surprise, she eventually fell in love with blacksmithing in the agricultural tool workshop...
Feng Yun couldn’t help laughing at the oddly cut flower garland.
"Now there’s one more person who cares about you."
She caressed Aozai and yawned as she lay down.
"Sleep, we have to wake up early tomorrow."
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Feng Yun was away from Huaxi, so she could be briefed by Alou and Xing Bing, and now that she was back, she had many matters to personally supervise.
The worries that needed addressing were not one bit less.
Busy as she was, ti flew by swiftly.
December 12th.
There were only three days left until Wen Xingsu’s grand wedding.
In the morning, Feng Yun heard that Tu Lan had quarreled with Awan and had even cried in Awan’s shop.
She was preoccupied and didn’t pay much attention...
Three won make a drama; with so many people in the manor, small conflicts were always present.
Trivial matters like these were not her concern; they would reconcile on their own. If she intervened, she might escalate the situation and make it harder to smooth things over.
Therefore, Feng Yun rarely intervened.
She visited the inn and tavern in Huaxi to make sure rooms were available, then returned to the manor. On one hand, she sent Ge Yi to the army camp to inquire about Wen Xingsu’s return date, on the other hand, holding the ceremonial procedures for the wedding day, she went to Yi Garden to find Puyang Zong.
Unexpectedly, this visit ended up blocking Tu Lan in Puyang Zong’s mansion.
Tu Lan seed to have cried, resembling a pear blossom bathed in rain, with a cloth covering her face, and was just about to leave when she was startled to see Feng Yun, freezing in place, unable to move her feet...
Feng Yun didn’t move, nor did she show any emotion, waiting for her to speak.
Tu Lan hadn’t yet spoken when Puyang Zong stepped through the curtains.
"Not knowing the Princess was coming, my apologies for not greeting you further afield..."
He bowed, with polite greetings, his face showing slight awkwardness.
Feng Yun glanced at Tu Lan and returned the smile.
"It seems I may have co at an inappropriate ti?"
Puyang Zong pursed his lips, "Princess’ arrival is most tily."
Tu Lan’s tears fell even harder, and from such a distance, Feng Yun could hear her sobs.
Puyang Zong gave her a look, his brow furrowing as he said: "Princess, please do not misunderstand. Though I am inept, I have neither intention of slight nor dare to commit any presumptuous acts..."
In his view, all these concubines were under the na of Pei Jue.
Those who were married did so with the consent of Feng Yun.
Those single and living in the manor were the Princess’s people, also Pei Jue’s people.
Puyang Zong was speaking the truth.
So if he did not dare to commit folly, the one who did was Tu Lan.
Feng Yun looked towards Tu Lan.
This concubine, usually timid and seemingly shy, always keeping her head down, apparently dared to visit the Prince of Danyang County on her own?
Feng Yun slightly lifted her gaze, "What’s the matter?"
She didn’t restrain the concubines, but that didn’t an they could use her na to cause trouble for others.
Tu Lan’s face instantly turned red with sha, her lips quivered for a mont, and she knelt down abruptly.
"Please punish , my lady."
Feng Yun laughed, "If you don’t say what you’ve done, how can I punish you?"
Tu Lan wept, her head almost touching the ground.
"This concubine heard that the Commandery Prince had resigned from the village school and was leaving Huaxi, so I wanted... I wanted to offer a token of my feelings."
Puyang Zong appeared embarrassed and said to Feng Yun:
"Although I am unworthy of Tu Ji’s sentints, I have already made it clear to her..."
Feng Yun smiled.
Matters of love and affection are not another’s concern.
With Huaxi’s limited population, it was not strange that Tu Lan took a liking to Puyang Zong.
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