A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 207 Marriage

"Miss, Miss~" Yu Tuan walked to the bedside lightly, lifted the curtain, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Miss, it's time to get up. The weather is good today."

Zhi Yihe was lying on her side, her black hair was like ink, scattered on the brocade quilt. Her eyelashes fell quietly on her fair cheeks, casting a faint shadow. Her slender arms were bent and draped at her side. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her fingers were curled up, as if she was holding something precious in her dream.

Seeing that she didn't move, Yu Tuan bit his lower lip, moved closer, and raised his voice a little: "Miss, Miss, it's past the hour of Mao."

Yutuan carefully reached out her hand and gently shook Zhi Yihe's arm.

Zhi Yihe frowned, and Yu Tuan stopped talking immediately. After her expression relaxed, he asked in a low voice, "The young lady said yesterday that she wanted to discuss the marriage with the master today. Is it still…"

Zhi Yihe suddenly opened her eyes, stood up decisively, and pulled open a corner of the bed curtain. The gentle light suddenly sprinkled on her face.

Zhi Yihe let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat off her forehead with a towel. She dreamed of that night again, with flames all over the sky, and she wanted to rush into the palace to save her grandmother and mother, but was stopped and could not break free...

"How about this dress for you today? Yuyi has bought a lot of silk fabrics for the naming ceremony these days. They are all very beautiful! You have a unique vision, why don't you help her choose?"

Zhi Yihe lowered his eyes and replied after a long while: "Okay."

Yu Tuan smiled upon hearing this, and hurriedly turned around to get the clothes placed aside. While helping her change clothes, she said: "The three-year mourning period is about to end, why don't you choose some fine silk and make a few more bright clothes?" Yu Tuan glanced at Zhi Yihe and asked tentatively.

Through the mirror, Yutuan saw Zhiyihe in deep thought, so she also kept silent.

"Hey! The girl went in?" Yuzhu limped to the outside of Songfeng Hall and waved to Yutuan.

"Well, I don't know what the situation is in there." The two of them squatted side by side on the steps, both holding their chins and sighing.

"I think His Highness Zhixu is quite good. He is now acting as regent for the emperor, and the people can have enough food and clothing. The emperor seems to be interested in making him his successor. Moreover, the emperor has personally written an imperial decree to grant the marriage. Isn't it obvious that he favors this girl..."

"Shut up! What do you know? You're talking nonsense! I think you don't want your other leg anymore!"

Yu Tuan had a look of displeasure on her face. She interrupted Yu Zhu's words and looked towards the study room. If it weren't for the tight guards, she really wanted to go over and listen carefully to what the young lady and the master were talking about.

Three years ago, the girl heard that the old lady was critically ill. In desperation, she agreed to the Yan family's request, made an engagement with His Highness Zhixu, and risked everything to break into the imperial city to save people.

After two days and one night of fierce fighting, the entire imperial city was left with only hopeless ruins and endless sorrow. The ground was soaked in blood, and broken limbs and debris were everywhere... She still feels a lingering fear when she thinks of that tragic scene, and dares not look back.

Afterwards, Emperor Zhaoding turned the tide and put down the war. After Feng Jinqi killed his own father, the emperor, in order to atone for his past crimes, not only did not punish Feng Jinqi, but instead appointed him as King of Feng.

However, after this battle, the Yan family army was almost completely wiped out, and even Queen Yingyi and General Shaoyu died...