Pretending to be muddled while actually being clear-headed

  Lian Le couldn't believe what he had just heard, an idea that only occurred to him a year ago. At that time, he was twelve years old, and the prince of Nan Ge came to visit, saying he wanted to marry a princess as a diplomatic marriage. The eldest princess had already been married off, so the only suitable one left was the second princess who had just reached adulthood.

  The second princess was unwilling, so she used the trick of crying and making a scene to get out of it. Even if one is an emperor, there are times when they have no choice. The second princess made a fuss for several days, finally ending up with injuries all over her body. In the end, however, she still ended up being tied to the wedding sedan chair.

  Half a year later, news came from Nangun that the Second Princess had passed away due to illness and was buried according to the royal funeral rites of Nangun.

  Lian Le had always thought that the Second Princess was in good health and would not contract any serious illness, let alone within just half a year. This was simply preposterous. But what could be done? Whatever they said was law, and you absolutely couldn't doubt it, or else it would damage the relations between the two countries and might even lead to war. So there was no need to seek justice for a deceased princess, this was just how royal families were.

  It wasn't until the Second Princess left Tianyu Kingdom to marry into Nanqi Kingdom that Lian Le thought of contending for the throne. Half a year later, news came from Nanqi Kingdom again, which further solidified his determination.

  He couldn't imagine what crazy things he would do if the one he loved went to a distant land for the sake of the country.

  Logically speaking, Song Lingyu shouldn't have known about all this, but why did she know? Calculating the time,

  Lian Le snapped back to reality, thinking: Perhaps this is just another one of Song Lingyu's tricks. What if it was one of the princes who sent her to test my intentions? The consequences would be unthinkable. "Miss Song must be joking, I absolutely don't have that kind of idea!"

  "No, you do!" Song Lingyu said resolutely. "You have an intelligence point in a village outside the Imperial Capital, and most of the villagers there are your people."

  Clasping his fists tightly, if this weren't the imperial palace, he would have struck her down immediately! On the surface, however, he said with a hint of surprise: "Is what you're saying really true?"

  "Why must the Seventh Prince pretend to be muddle-headed?" Song Lingyu looked around, nodded and said: "It's getting late, if I don't go back, my grandmother will worry. One last thing, whether you admit it or not, I can help you get what you want. Farewell." After that, she left with big strides.

  Lian Le gazed at Song Lingyu's back, deep in thought. It seemed she wasn't lying, but after all, she was just a woman, how could he believe her?

  Song Mansion. Song Linglong returned to her room as soon as she got back to the Song Mansion, and swept everything off her dresser, including the ivory comb and jewelry box, onto the floor.

  Baiwei, Song Lingluo's maid, looked at her with a frightened expression, closing her eyes several times: "Miss, don't be angry, take care of your body."

  Song Linglong turned her head to look at Biwei, and in a few steps, she walked to the front of Biwei: "You cheap girl, if I break fewer things, you can clean up less, right? I won't!" After finishing speaking, she took another porcelain vase and smashed it on the ground, shattering into pieces all over the floor.

  Biyue looked at Song Lingyu with fear and didn't dare say more.

  At this time, there was a knock at the door, and Song Ling said, "Come in."

  The door was opened and an old woman walked in, gazing at the scattered remnants on the ground for a moment before saying: "Second Miss, Eldest Miss is heading this way."