"How impressive!"
Truly worthy of the imperial family, each with their own sches and calculations, not a single one is simple.
Although she hadn't deliberately gone to watch, these scenes played out one after another without avoiding people. Having personally witnessed this farce, An Ning couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
By comparison, the original host was practically no different from a Husky angrily barging into a den of thousand-year-old foxes.
A proud and beauty-loving Husky at that.
Oh, and she brought along one, no, two miniature versions of Huskies.
The next day, Luan Yi Palace.
By the ti An Ning finally managed to crawl out of her nest, the newlywed couple was already waiting together outside the main hall. The palace servants behind them each held a pile of exquisite sandalwood square boxes in their hands.
Not far away, there were also several pots of brilliantly blooming Eighteen Scholars callias.
"Mother, I heard you've recently grown quite fond of pink pearls. I specifically ordered people to find these for you."
Seeing his mother approach, the number one little Husky, Prince Ning Xiao Yu, eagerly spoke up.
Oh? Hearing the commotion, An Ning lifted her gaze and glanced at her nominal son with considerable interest. Blessed by the original host's genes, Xiao Yu was already exceptionally handso and bright. Now, having been married for just over half a month, his entire aura seed different, more spirited. His mouth had also beco much sweeter.
It seed his newlywed life was going beautifully.
However, good things were never too many.
Her gaze paused for a mont on a whole box of lustrous, smooth pearls that shimred with a faint cherry blossom pink under the sunlight. An Ning was in a decent mood today and gave a barely satisfactory nod.
Fine. She'd be gracious for now and decided not to get angry or pursue her annoyance at being disturbed so early in the morning!
Familiar with his mother's temperant, Xiao Yu imdiately breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
Pretending not to notice her prince's little action, the Eldest Young Lady Zhou, the newly appointed Princess Consort Ning, also wore a proper smile:
"Mother, years ago, a clan uncle of mine found several sword manuals by chance during his travels. I heard you've recently taken quite a liking to this path..."
Hearing this, An Ning grew a bit more interested.
"Not bad, this one looks much better!"
In this era, swordsmanship mostly originated from the military, emphasizing practicality, while sword dancing was more common among scholars, poets, or Daoist disciples, focusing on refined elegance. In terms of lethality, the forr undoubtedly took precedence. But when it ca to graceful and dashing postures, the latter naturally excelled.
And the ones before her were naturally mostly of the latter category.
Truly worthy of being His Majesty's carefully chosen candidate. Her daughter-in-law might not be exceptional in other aspects, but her discernnt was truly excellent.
Eldest Young Lady Zhou was naturally beautiful, with a gentle, graceful, and generous temperant. Especially when she smiled, her pair of curved crescent eyes were particularly amiable.
Lazily leaning against the head of the bed, An Ning, for once, offered a few more smiles, her expression no longer as indifferent as before.
Seeing this, Eldest Young Lady Zhou's smile beca even more charming and lovely.
Although they didn't speak much before An Ning impatiently waved them away from her seat above. However, right up until leaving and stepping out of Luan Yi Hall's main gate, Zhou Wan's mood remained quite pleasant.
Perhaps everything needs comparison.
It was true that Mother wasn't very warm or attentive towards her, or rather, didn't pay her much mind. But then again, wasn't she similarly indifferent towards her own prince?
Moreover, for a mother-in-law, not making things difficult was already the best. Such a hands-off approach, not arbitrarily adding won to her son's household, was practically the dream mother-in-law.
Especially when compared to the "big unlucky one," the Crown Princess, her sister-in-law.
Besides... she was truly beautiful. Thinking of what she had just seen, Zhou Wan couldn't help but muse.
Looking exceptionally young and pretty was secondary. Especially that radiant, unrestrained spirit between her brows and eyes, clear and bright, even she couldn't help but steal a few extra glances. One could only say she was worthy of being the true love who made His Majesty "return from the brink of death."
If there was one current worry...
Glancing sideways at her equally beautiful, dazzling husband beside her, Zhou Wan couldn't help but sigh quietly.
Her husband was kind-hearted, good-looking, practically perfect in every way. It was just this forr crown prince identity. Although he only held it for a few years, hadn't even reached the age to participate in governance, let alone gather any real power.
But the pettiness of the imperial family...
She could only hope His Majesty would live a good deal longer, at least until they had firmly established themselves in Jiangnan.
With such thoughts, right before leaving, the couple even specifically went to the temple to pray several tis.
Amitabha, may Imperial Father and Mother both live to a hundred.
An Ning, who occasionally caught a glimpse of this scene: "..."
Of course, An Ning only regarded these things as occasional amusent during her leisure ti.
Similarly, it wasn't until the following year, after personally seeing Prince Ning leave the capital, that the Crown Prince's faction finally breathed a huge sigh of relief.
For no other reason than it had been nearly three years since His Majesty was awakened by love from the Gates of Hell. A full three years!
A man on the verge of death not only lived but stubbornly held on for three years, and now seed to be getting better and better. Ah, this... who could you reason with about this?!
Hadn't they seen how the originally aging head of the Imperial Hospital had beco increasingly spirited these past few years? Especially every ti he went to check His Majesty's pulse, his legs and feet were remarkably nimble.
In short, in one phrase: radiating pride.
It was said that the pulse records for His Majesty alone filled a thick volu for the old imperial physician, who claid it was to leave precious dical texts for future generations.
An Ning, who knew the specific reason: "..."
The Crown Prince and assembled ministers, unaware of the inside story: "!!!"
However, even more troubleso matters lay ahead. Six years later, not only did Prince Ning and his wife have two children, but on the eve of Princess Yongle's wedding, it was said His Majesty not only shed old tears but specifically took up a longsword and personally stepped onto the field to thoroughly "whack" the Imperial Son-in-Law.
"It seems Imperial Father's swordsmanship has improved considerably in recent years!"
Perhaps already accustod, upon receiving the news, the Crown Prince in his study didn't even maintain his earlier silence. He simply, early the next morning, silently picked up his longsword and, imitating a scene he had accidentally witnessed before, practiced in the courtyard for an extra half hour.
Clearly, compared to the elusive "true love," as the Crown Prince, Xiao Ye placed more emphasis on practical matters.
Especially since he was now approaching thirty.
Since their ancestor, their Old Xiao Family, despite being of imperial dignity, had mostly unsatisfactory lifespans. By comparison, Imperial Father was barely fifty, yet now he was actually the longest-lived among them.
Over so many years, the Imperial Hospital's dical skills couldn't have suddenly skyrocketed.
In Xiao Ye's view, Imperial Father's current state could be attributed to true love, lingering worry over the Imperial Noble Consort, but also likely to habits ford over many years. Especially after personally witnessing the cases of Marquis Anyang, Marquis Shen, and now the Imperial Noble Consort herself.
Marquis Shen: Nearly sixty yet still full of vigor, appearing dignified and clear-spirited at first glance.
The Imperial Noble Consort, who shared the sa bloodline as her father, need not be ntioned. Recalling the scene he had seen earlier, Xiao Ye's longsword movents beca increasingly earnest.
Honestly, although not as good as Imperial Father, he really felt pretty good these past few years.
The system, who occasionally sneaked over to take a look: "..."
This guy, he's truly sharp to death.
"It seems it'll be very hard to outlive him!"
Within the spiritual sea, the system couldn't help but sigh sorrowfully, then glanced curiously at its host, who was leisurely admiring her new palace gown:
"By the way, is this the reason you don't want to raise another 'little account'?"
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