jdhmnovel Chapter 125 I still think pale yellow looks better
Chapter 125 I still think pale yellow looks better
"This..." To be honest, she couldn't reach that far. She could manage with just a stack of clearance documents, which she could use in her name, but the risk was too high.
At this moment, Huang Ziliang whispered in her ear: "Now the trade route between the Northern Desert and the Wu Dynasty has been opened, and the Northern Desert also has a border with the Xiao Rong."
"The Wu Dynasty mainly exports gold, silver, copper, and iron. Although it takes a longer route, if any crimes are discovered, Your Highness will definitely not be held responsible."
Her furrowed brows gradually relaxed. This Huang Ziliang was indeed a treasure. She tapped her fingers lightly on the table: "I have my own way, but it will take a longer route."
Finally, he relayed Huang Ziliang's half-truth to the others. The Prime Minister also showed surprise. He glanced at Huang Ziliang one last time. Such a roundabout plan was definitely not something that the straightforward Wu Chengye could have come up with.
The two men listened and repeatedly praised it. They had no conflicts with the Northern Desert, yet the Northern Rong, with its great power, land, and people, bullied the two small countries.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing. Didn't Xiao Rong try to solve the Prime Minister's problem last time? Not only did your people fail, but my fourth sister is still standing there perfectly fine."
This was also something they found strange: Wu Ziyan hadn't died even after being poisoned by their secret concoction, and they didn't know what kind of constitution she had.
"What does Your Highness mean by saying that?"
"What I mean is, I'm his sister, so I definitely can't lay a hand on him."
The implication was that they should let the Xiaorong Kingdom make another move! That was just a useless fourth princess, but now she's repeatedly aroused the suspicion of the prime minister and the second princess. It seems she's indeed a troublesome case.
"Please give your instructions, Your Highness."
"He and my older sister were on their way back to the capital, oh dear, I accidentally fell to the ground."
A piece of paper flew from her hand; the handwriting wasn't even hers. She looked at the Prime Minister and said, "I wonder who went missing. I don't know their route back to the capital. If they accidentally died, I'll be heartbroken."
The two spies pocketed the note. Huang Ziliang narrowed his eyes secretly. It was a small matter and he shouldn't need to pass on any messages. That Shengwu was no pushover.
Xiao Rong's scouts left, and the Prime Minister also saw his guests off, citing his own fatigue. Wu Chengye had only come to watch the play, and she didn't want to stay for dinner, so she left the Prime Minister's residence with Huang Ziliang.
Late autumn means it gets dark early, and Wu Chengye hadn't enjoyed this kind of lively, bustling atmosphere in a long time. She decided not to take the carriage back, but instead to take Huang Ziliang for a drive around the city.
Seeing that he wasn't going to ride in a carriage, Huang Ziliang decided to take out a face mask and put it on his face. He shouldn't be too conspicuous with his face now, but Wu Chengye never played by the rules and insisted on making him show himself in front of others.
She even held his wrist. Huang Ziliang frowned, but what did this little bit of contact matter? When Wu Chengye turned around, he gave her a gentle yet adoring look.
Both of them had gentle eyes, after all, Sima Lingchuan had never looked at her like that before.
"You've never really explored this capital properly, have you? The night view is actually quite beautiful." Wu Chengye asked her husband as if she were an ordinary woman.
"I'm short of money and haven't had a chance to explore the capital properly." He deftly broke free from Wu Chengye's grasp, then, like a shy young man, tugged at her sleeve.
Wu Chengye thought he was just shy, but in reality, he was disgusted to the core. Every minute he spent with her was more painful for him.
But the streets of this capital city are so small that Changsun Boyu and Sima Lingchuan are still strolling around outside. They're not satisfied with just visiting one clothing store; they want to go to a second and a third. What man would choose so many clothes and hairpins?
Wu Chengye also took Huang Ziliang to the best-reputed shop in the city, so that he wouldn't continue to dress so shabbily.
As soon as he entered, he saw that familiar figure, and the flutter in his heart lessened a bit. He then looked at the person beside him, who was meek and gentle.
Sima Lingchuan and Changsun Boyu had just finished settling their accounts and were holding the cloth when they looked up and saw the two of them standing at the door. Changsun Boyu was taken aback at first, but then he recovered and pulled Sima Lingchuan behind him.
In his heart, Sima Lingchuan was unaware of their plot, but he already knew. He patted Changsun Boyu's hand, and the two bowed to Wu Chengye, saying, "Greetings, Second Prince."
"Who do we have here? It turns out to be the husband of the Marquis of Qingxian, and the son of Lord Changsun." Wu Chengye's tone wasn't as sharp as usual today, probably because of Huang Ziliang beside him.
"Are you here to buy clothes too? Help me pick out a couple for the people next to me."
Changsun Boyu: ?
Sima Lingchuan: ?
Wu Chengye was always domineering in the past, and it was even less likely that he would speak so calmly to Sima Lingchuan.
But this was an opportunity that came knocking on her door, so she might as well take it.
The two men exchanged a glance, then looked Huang Ziliang up and down, and deliberately asked him what his name was.
Huang Ziliang bowed and said, "Gentlemen, my surname is Huang and my given name is Ziliang."
They started introducing themselves to each other as if it were the first time they had met, and then they pulled each other together like the boys in the backyard, but they exchanged glances when they turned their backs on each other.
"Would the Second Prince like to come with us?" Changsun Boyou asked.
"I'll wait for you here. I find it tedious to choose men's clothes."
They chuckled to themselves, then beckoned the shopkeeper to go upstairs. The fabrics, threads, and embroidery on the second floor were all top-notch. As they picked out the fabrics, they chatted about random things and observed their surroundings.
Changsun Boyu glanced at Sima Lingchuan, even trying to avoid him, but Huang Ziliang shook his head and whispered, "Master Lingchuan already knew."
Changsun Boyu was shocked. He couldn't find it. When he entered the room, he wasn't surprised at all by the face he saw; he just found it strange.
"How are you doing at Wu Chengye's residence? She's making things difficult for you," Sima Lingchuan asked with concern.
Huang Ziliang shook his head, walked to the tea table, dipped his finger in the tea and wrote on the table. He wrote very quickly, and the writing dried very quickly, leaving no trace. After Huang Ziliang finished describing it, both of them were shocked.
"This batch of fabric is quite nice, especially suits the temperament of young master Ziliang." As if sensing someone approaching, they deliberately spoke loudly.
"I still think this pale yellow one is prettier."
"Why don't we wrap them all up?"
They carried several bolts of cloth to the counter, where Wu Chengye sat with his head propped up on his hand. Looking at the two of them, who seemed like twins, he was momentarily dazed.
Sima Lingchuan and Changsun Boyou took their leave, carrying the cloth. Huang Ziliang, however, looked worried and asked, "Your Highness, is this the young master Lingchuan that everyone in the manor has been talking about?"
"What’s wrong with you."
Huang Ziliang shook his head: "I can't compare to him."
His pitiful appearance made Wu Chengye open his mouth as if to say something, but she hadn't comforted anyone in a long time, so she gently patted the back of his hand.