Chapter 77

The National Teacher leisurely put the dream pillow back into the brocade box, together with what Pei Shangling had brought, without even looking at what was inside, and returned it to him.

The meaning was obvious; he would not help.

Pei Shangling didn't understand; he didn't take it, but directly asked: "National Teacher, is it that the sincerity isn't enough? Tell me what you want, and I'll say it directly to this Prince."

He simply did not believe in those supernatural nonsense from the bottom of his heart; the so-called fate and astrology are nothing but superstitions held by the ignorant from ancient times to now.

Either the National Teacher refuses to help because what they gave is not what he wants, or Gu Rongjin has already reached an agreement with him ahead of them.

Who would have thought the National Teacher still shook his head, saying: "Fourth Prince, please go back?"

"What did Gu Rongjin give you? I can give you the same as the Crown Prince!" Pei Shangling couldn't help but feel a bit angry.

The National Teacher's expression remained unchanged, still calm and bland: "Gu Rongjin and Princess Mu Yuanzhi are a heaven-sent good match; the imperial family marrying a princess together is double joy, so Fourth Prince and Crown Prince had better not worry too much."

Pei Shangling flicked his sleeve and left in anger, his fury rushing to the door; hearing footsteps behind him, he thought the National Teacher was playing hard to get, panicking when he saw him leave, he snorted and turned back—only to have the miscellaneous servants of the Bureau of Astronomy shove both brocade boxes into his arms.

"Fourth Prince, the National Teacher reminds you not to forget the things."

Yang Jianyu!

This damned demonic Daoist, he will surely expose these deceitful tricks before Father Emperor!

Pei Shangling was so angry he wanted to smash something, then realized one of them belonged to Pei Shangyan.

He opened the brocade box again and looked at the dream pillow inside.

Is this thing really that sinister?

What on earth did the Crown Prince dream of?

At that moment, Pei Shangyan was pacing outside Weiyang Palace, walking back and forth, until he grew impatient waiting, when the maid Hongdou came out.

"Crown Prince, please go back; the master is busy with the bride's escort, and there are about two days left—if anything goes wrong, it will be the empire's face that is lost."

Every word Hongdou spoke was righteous and proper, so Pei Shangyan indeed could not force his way in.

Moreover, he had no intention of forcing his way in, which would only increase her dislike.

"Is Little Sister Yuanzhi really not hurt?" Pei Shangyan asked anxiously.

Hongdou furrowed her brows and shook her head: "No, our master is perfectly fine."

What does the Crown Prince mean, coming out of nowhere to ask if the master is hurt? Does the master have to be hurt every day?

You people, stop bothering the master; the master is naturally fine!

Hongdou muttered to herself.

"No problem, no problem." Pei Shangyan murmured repeatedly.

Everything in the dream was so real, so real that it hardly seemed like a dream.

It felt as if it had already happened or would happen, making him tremble with fear each time he recalled it.

He didn't know why he had such a dream, nor whether it was an omen.

Pei Shangyan's mind remained in turmoil; he was not reassured by Hongdou's words, and he left feeling depressed and unhappy.

Hongdou went back and told Mu Yuanzhi about Pei Shangyan's strangeness.

"Master, the Crown Prince has at least asked two or three times whether you are hurt!" Seeing his anxious look, even she began to suspect the master might have been injured without her knowing.

Mu Yuanzhi said indifferently: "Whatever madness he throws, I have no time to deal with him."

She indeed needed to learn the etiquette of a bride's escort, not merely to avoid seeing Pei Shangyan.

Soon it will be the day Princess Lanting marries out; there is not much time left.

"You must always keep an eye on the movements of Wuming Palace; report any sign of disturbance to me." Mu Yuanzhi told them.

Wuming Palace is just an abandoned palace; since someone lives there now, it can no longer be called an abandoned palace, but it still has no new name, so the people in the palace all call it Wuming Palace.

Hongdou and the others all nodded, and Linglong said: "Rest assured, master; the only route through Wuming Palace is from the direction of our Weiyang Palace, and we servants are constantly watching."

Mu Yuanzhi nodded, feeling that Pei Shangling would not dare to move the Qilin for now; at least until his great-grandmother's illness improves, he would not openly seek trouble with the Qilin.

Soon came the day Princess Lanting married out, and the scar on Mu Yuanzhi's forehead had also faded considerably.

"Master, shall I paint a plum blossom for you today to cover it up?" Hongdou proposed.

Today Princess Lanting marries out, and the welcoming procession of Huangli State will also come to Jingcheng; such a grand spectacle, she still hopes the master can dress beautifully.

Mu Yuanzhi looked at the bronze mirror for a moment, then nodded: "Mm, go ahead and paint it for me."

Anyway, there's enough time.

Hongdou heard this and was delighted, happily going to prepare.

After about half an hour, a lifelike plum blossom bloomed as if on Mu Yuanzhi's fair skin, beautiful and dignified.

Linglong saw it and kept praising: "How beautiful!"

Mu Yuanzhi also thought it beautiful, she joked: "Is the plum blossom beautiful, or am I?"

"Both are beautiful!" Linglong, who hardly speaks, could only say that.

"Obviously it's the master who makes the plum blossom look more beautiful—can't you speak, Linglong?" Hongdou put her hands on her hips.

"Right, right, right, you're correct."

"Alright, stop being poor, it's time to set out."

"Master, the matchmaker is already waiting outside." Xiao Nianzi came in and said.

Mu Yuanzhi, dressed in red bridal escort attire, rose up, leading Hongdou and Linglong to see off Princess Lanting's marriage.

The princess's marriage naturally had to be grand; the whole city was hung with lanterns and decorations, extremely lively.

The welcoming party had long been waiting outside the palace gates; Huangli State sent the Prince of Purity to welcome the bride, while their crown prince naturally remained in Huangli State awaiting the bride.

Princess Lanting, after being formally invested, should be called Princess Lanting; she wore a large red veil, phoenix crown and rosy robes, led left and right by the matchmaker and the bridal escort Mu Yuanzhi, emerging from Yongding Gate.

She married as a princess, so she naturally exited through the palace gate rather than a prince's mansion; her father, the Prince of Purity, and mother, the Princess of Purity, wore faces of mourning, not at all like they were marrying off a daughter—strangers might think they were holding a white funeral.

Marrying out far away, for the Prince of Purity's household it was indeed no different from a white funeral.

Princess Lanting is still seething with anger to this day; Mu Yuanzhi holds her hand in her palm, and as soon as her poisonous needle pricks, Mu Yuanzhi will be poisoned instantly!

She tightly gripped the poison needle Pei Yunxi had given her, hidden in her sleeve; Pei Yunxi said he gave it to her for self-defense, so that if she ever ended up in Huangli State, or encountered any bad people on the way, she could just give them a prick.

But Princess Lan Ting most wanted to give Mu Yuanzhi a shot; if it weren't for Mu Yuanzhi, why would she have to suffer like this, being sent far away for a marriage alliance?

Even this kind of thing where feces falls from the sky could happen to her!

Thinking this, Princess Lan Ting hardened her heart and fiercely stabbed the poison needle into Mu Yuanzhi's palm!

Go die, Mu Yuanzhi!