Chapter 319

A wise woman doesn't suffer immediate losses; kneel when you should kneel.

Du Ruo knelt without any psychological burden.

When the onlookers saw this, they thought, this won't do; she knelt and I didn't, doesn't that make me look like I have guts? So, a large area knelt down with a swoosh.

"Long live the Prince, ten thousand years!"

The procession stopped.

The iron-clad guards silently released their grip on their saber hilts, but their vigilant gazes remained locked on Du Ruo at the very front like eagles.

Du Ruo felt like she was on pins and needles.

That's not necessary, right? She was just a weak woman; did she look that dangerous?

She lowered her eyes and brows, trying to minimize her presence as much as possible.

Just at this moment, the pearl curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a young girl in pink palace attire stepped out, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a round face that looked very pleasing.

"Fellow folks, please rise. The Prince said that Fengyang has clear waters and green mountains, and is a place of outstanding people; he likes it very much. However, this is a main thoroughfare, so to avoid road congestion, everyone should disperse quickly."

Dispersing was impossible; they still had to occupy their spots.

However, the people didn't dare not listen to Prince Yu's order; this person's background was truly too great, and he was like heaven and earth compared to the Commandery Prince's Mansion; it was completely not the same thing.

Offending him, he feared even nine generations wouldn't be enough to be wiped out.

Those present were not stupid; after hearing the round-faced girl's words, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Du Ruo also prepared to sneak away quietly.

Just as she got up and hadn't walked two steps away, her shoulder suddenly felt heavy, and a thick, heavy long saber was placed on her neck, the blade emitting a chilling cold light under the afternoon sun.

A man's stiff voice sounded from behind, "You, stay."

Du Ruo froze in place instantly.

Damn it, what does this mean? Didn't she kneel? Didn't she shout the slogan? Was that not enough to show her status as a law-abiding citizen?

She cursed that Prince Yu a hundred times in her heart.

Then she swallowed her saliva and squeezed out a fake smile, "Soldier, is there something?"

The man kept a straight face and didn't speak.

Instead, the round-faced girl walked over quickly and said irritably, "Long Dan, how many times have I told you, be gentle with girls; look, you've almost scared her to death."

Long Dan retracted the long saber with a swoosh and inserted it back into the scabbard.

Still not saying a word.

The round-faced girl then turned her gaze to Du Ruo on the side, smiling, "Miss, don't be afraid, we have no ill intentions, we just want to ask you a few questions."

Ask questions?

Should have said so earlier; making such a big scene, she thought they were going to kill her.

Du Ruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face her, "What questions?"

The round-faced girl first looked Du Ruo over twice, lingering for a moment on her fruit-shaped head, "The first question is—has the young lady been betrothed?"

Du Ruo: "..."

She immediately became alert; for no reason, why ask this?

Could it be that Prince Yu was the same as Shen Jing Bin, a lecherous person who saw she had some beauty and therefore had ideas?

That shouldn't be; she had applied tanning cream, so she looked just average.

Besides, what kind of beauties weren't in the palace? Was it worth coming outside to scout?

"I've been married for a long time, and I'm almost having a child," Du Ruo puffed out her stomach and replied half-truthfully.

A dignified prince couldn't possibly disregard shame and forcibly seize a married, pregnant, law-abiding woman, right?

"Already married..." A trace of disappointment appeared on the round-faced girl's face, and she continued to ask the second question, "Then what is your surname?"

Du Ruo continued to lie without blushing or skipping a beat, "Surname Zheng, the Zheng with the 'ear' radical."

Taking the mother's surname, no problem.

Who knew what they wanted to do by inquiring so clearly; being on guard never hurt.

The round-faced girl looked even more disappointed and smiled, "Then it's nothing. The street is crowded, and since this lady is pregnant, go home early, so as not to disturb the fetus."

After speaking, she turned around neatly and entered the carriage.

Inside the carriage, the handsome young man wearing a python robe leaned lazily on the couch; seeing the person return, his thin lips parted slightly, "How was it?"

"Not the person the master is looking for," the round-faced girl shook her head, "I asked, she doesn't have the surname Du, and she's already married and about to give birth."

Zongzheng Yun gave a nonchalant "hmm."

He wasn't surprised by this result; after all, he had been disappointed too many times and was used to it.

The reason he let Ziyu go ask was just because he was afraid of missing that one-in-ten-thousand chance.

Ziyu secretly glanced at him and dared to say, "Master, we have been looking for over half a year. To be honest, you don't even know what identity that Miss Du has, what she looks like, or how old she is; wanting to find her is simply impossible..."

Zongzheng Yun curled his lips, seemingly smiling, but his tone carried unpleasant intimidation, "Ziyu, have I been treating you too well lately?"

Ziyu's heart jumped, and she hurriedly knelt to admit her mistake.

"It was Ziyu's fault; Ziyu shouldn't have said those discouraging words."

"It's good that you know," Zongzheng Yun sat up, "Remember my words; I have told you more than once that the person I am looking for is very important to me. Don't say six months, even if it's six years or sixty years, she must be found!"

Ziyu nodded solemnly, "Understood, Master; Ziyu will definitely do her best and will not give up."

She sighed secretly.

Ever since he was assassinated in Wutou Xian half a year ago, the master had seemed like a different person, especially having his own opinions.

Once he made up his mind, let alone a maid like her, even the Emperor would find it hard to reverse it.

Just like the matter of taking a consort.

The Emperor and the Empress didn't know how many times they had brought it up, and portraits of noble ladies from aristocratic families had been sent in batches, but he wouldn't even look at them, saying he had long since given his heart to someone and would marry no one else.

But when asked who that person was, he refused to say no matter what.

Making the Emperor and Empress furious.

Only she and Long Dan, those close to him, knew that the woman the master liked was the person he had been looking for all along.

Her surname was Du.

But that was all; she knew nothing else.

To be honest, Ziyu had always suspected that Miss Du was not a human, but a demon, using fox-like charms to bewitch her master.

Otherwise, how could the master have fallen for her inexplicably without knowing anything?

It was simply too eerie...

Just as she was about to order the procession to continue, several surprised, ghostly screams suddenly came from outside: "Cousin! Prince Cousin! Cousin, I have finally waited for you to arrive!"