Chapter 335

Gu Kang steadied himself, smiled and said: "Princess Consort... with that said, I... am also in a difficult spot."

There is no silver.

"No silver?" Gu Jiu Ling slowly rose, snapped her fingers at Ling Feng standing to the side, "Ling Feng, see the guest out!"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment; although he also didn't agree with the Princess Consort dragging her big belly to go to the Chongwenlou to write and paint, if something went wrong, the Prince could twist his head off.

However, refusing Gu Kang so coldly was also somewhat awkward.

Fortunately, it's better to do less than more; he hurriedly bowed and replied, walked up to Gu Kang, bowed and smiled: "Sir Gu, it's getting late; I'll see you out of the manor."

Gu Kang had no choice but to stand up; his elder sister's act changed too fast, he almost couldn't keep up.

Gu Kang walked toward the door, but his steps stopped there; he turned around, looked at Gu Jiu Ling and laughed: "Right, I forgot to tell the Princess Consort."

"Although those selected this time receive no silver reward, the emperor will bestow a gold plaque engraved with the four characters 'Wenxin Zhuohua'."

That gold plaque is pure gold, about the size of a palm.

"Wait! I'll go, I'll go tonight!" Gu Jiu Ling's face broke into a smile; she hurried a few steps and stopped Gu Kang.

Ling Feng beside him frowned, wondering how it changed so fast.

Hearing that they'd go for the gold, it's already late; going to the Chongwenlou this late might not be good.

He hurriedly stepped forward, bowed to Gu Jiu Ling and said: "Princess Consort, please be cautious; it's already late, going now might be improper."

"Since it's about writing an article, why not let me help you deliver it to the Chongwenlou after you've finished writing?"

"How could that work?" Gu Jiu Ling frowned.

"The emperor's rule requires one to go personally to write and affix one's own seal; what business is it of yours to go in my place?"

"If you break the emperor's rule, if you break the emperor's rule, in the end you'll just end up splashing that filth onto our Prince."

"Weighing the pros and cons, it's absolutely not feasible; forget it, then tonight I'll go and come back quickly."

It won't even take an hour; these days my body feels heavy, so moving around before giving birth is also good.

Ling Feng was left speechless by his own mistress's words, unable to rebut.

He knew that if the Princess Consort was after money, she could do anything.

At this point, if he tried to stop her again, he knew her temperament.

To block the Princess Consort's money-making would be to risk her life.

Ling Feng frowned, not thinking too much, but he felt a bit of resentment toward Gu Kang.

Clearly knowing his elder sister's pregnancy makes travel inconvenient, yet he still comes to spout nonsense.

In this manor, only the Prince can keep the Princess Consort in check; we can at most help the Prince watch over her, but who could stop her dream of making money?

Gu Kang on the side softly laughed: "In that case, I must thank the Princess Consort. I'll take my leave, farewell."

After bidding farewell, Gu Kang turned and walked out of the main hall, taking two boy attendants onto the carriage.

The two boy attendants were slightly surprised; hadn't Sir Gu said they were going to the Chongwenlou?

The slightly older boy attendant cautiously looked at Gu Kang and reminded: "Sir, aren't you supposed to go to the Chongwenlou to organize poetry?"

Gu Kang leaned back against the carriage wall, his expression unusually stern: "We're not going tonight; go home and rest."

Gu Jiu Ling here was already dressed and ready; when leaving the Prince Rui's manor, the sky had already turned completely dark.

Ling Feng increasingly felt the Princess Consort of Rui's actions were rather childish, thinking one thing then doing another.

It's just a piece of gold; doesn't the Prince have any gold?

But his advice works once or twice; more than that backfires.

This time he just wants to quickly escort the Princess Consort to the Chongwenlou to write whatever article, then hurry back home after she's done.

Gu Jiu Ling took Yun Duo and Jiu Yue onto the carriage, with Ling Feng following nearby.

Both sides were guards dispatched by the Princess Consort of Rui; the whole carriage convoy swayed ostentatiously through the market, indeed drawing people's attention.

"Isn't that the Princess Consort of Rui? What is she doing out so late?"

"Looks like she's heading toward the Chongwenlou; I heard people say the Princess Consort of Rui also plans to display her own writing."

"The Princess Consort of Rui once shone brightly at the Southern Mountain Poetry gathering; surely this time she'll produce another stunning piece; let's go see it tomorrow."

Gu Jiu Ling listened to the outside chatter, leaning against the carriage wall; Jiu Yue gently massaged her legs, while Yun Duo held a sharp blade, vigilantly watching both sides.

After following Gu Jiu Ling out, Jiu Yue and Yun Duo only brought some valuables, not even a change of clothes.

They were still wearing the ordinary clothes they'd worn in the manor; the two maids had long understood their mistress's intent, always ready to leave Shang Jing.

Only they didn't expect to leave in such a rush, and also have to make a trip to the Chongwenlou area.

"Does the mistress really intend to climb that tower?" Jiu Yue couldn't help but worry.

Gu Jiu Ling's expression now had no trace of its earlier playfulness; her countenance grew somewhat sombre, her face gradually paling.

He lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, gazing at the ever more distant Prince Yue's manor, the ache in his heart growing with each day, then it promptly faded into indifference.

She wearily leaned against the carriage wall and softly said: "If I don't climb up, how can I keep people from noticing?"

Jiu Yue unconsciously glanced out the window at Ling Feng's tall figure, sighed, realizing she would still miss out.

The carriage from the Prince Rui's manor to Chongwen Street had to pass through the most prosperous riverside thoroughfare.

These days the spring flowers are in full bloom, extremely romantic, and more and more people come to enjoy the scenery at night.

Especially at night, the wine houses and flower market beside the Imperial River are especially lively; the carriage convoy weaves through the bustling crowd.

Suddenly a fierce horse's neigh rang out, and immediately ahead there was a chorus of wailing.

It was said the carriage had hit someone, and a large crowd gathered to watch the commotion.

Gu Jiu Ling's carriage was jostled by the growing crowd, bumped once, and then plunged into a great chaos.

Ling Feng's heart jolted; he was about to guard the carriage, but unexpectedly a surge of people from nowhere shoved him over.

When he finally made it back to Gu Jiu Ling's carriage, he flung open the curtain and found her already asleep, leaning against the carriage wall.

Only then did Ling Feng breathe a sigh of relief, worrying what mishap had suddenly befallen Gu Jiu Ling.

They were made a little weak-kneed by Jiu Yue's gaze, lowered the carriage curtain, said an apology, and stood guard at the side of the carriage.

At this time, among the crowd appeared a woman wearing a black cloak, with a hood covering her face; the woman was pregnant and felt difficulty walking.