Most of the female relatives who came today were for Chun Yuzhuang and Chun Yuyan. Hua Jinglan took a look and found that Chun Yurong and Chun Yuru were not there.
"Miss Hua, try this tea. It is boiled water made from the dew this morning. It is more mellow than the water from the ancient well." Situ Ke held up the flower-embroidered porcelain cup, put the lid on the cup appropriately, lowered his head and took a sip.
Hua Jinglan put the tea to her lips, thought for a moment and then put it down again, as if she was preoccupied.
Situ Ke took a look and said: "Miss Hua, there is no need to worry about rumors. As time goes by, it will be self-defeating."
Hua Jinglan sighed, shook her head, and said with a wry smile: "The Crown Princess doesn't know what worries me, but the falling flowers are intentional and the water is ruthless. It's no wonder that heaven and earth are responsible."
"Where do you start talking about this?" Situ Ke pursed his lips and smiled, "That day, the third prince asked for your name to marry you."
Hua Jinglan's brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry naturally appeared in her eyes, "That was just a temporary gamble, his mind was not on me... If it weren't for me, he and his sister wouldn't have been in such a quarrel."
Situ Ke's eyes were as dark as water, and he was already worrying about her secretly. On his face, he comforted her, "The imperial edict has been issued. Miss Hua, please feel free to be the bride."
After a few more hurried words, Situ Ke excused himself to greet other guests and left. Hua Jinglan sat alone in the pavilion, sipping morning dew tea.
In fact, what she wanted was for Situ Ke to tell Chun Yurong that Chun Yuyan was interested in Hua Wanyu. Regardless of whether Situ Ke thought she meant to break up or not to complain, Chun Yurong had to think about this illusory matter for a while.
He would figure something out. No matter whether Hua Wanyu's destiny as emperor or empress was true or false, as long as Chun Yuyan had feelings for her, Chun Yurong would definitely have grudges in his heart.
I would rather believe that this is a wise saying in the royal power struggle.
"Miss," Gaoyue said nervously in her ear, "Are we going to fight soon?"
Hua Jinglan took a sip of tea and glanced at her strangely, "Whose gossip are you listening to?"
"Didn't you ask us to take the guy?" Jiaoyue was still nervous.
Hua Jinglan wanted to laugh, straightened her face and said, "Then what did you bring?"
The bright moon pulled out a budding peony from her sleeve and said with a pout, "That's it."
Hua Jinglan chuckled, "Do you really think I'm here for a beauty pageant?"
The bright moon stuffed the peony into the cloud, "I don't want it anymore."
Izumo didn't hold it steady, and the peony fell on the stone steps.
"Even though peonies have the beauty of the country, they are not as shameful as sinking fish." At the foot of the steps, a man in a purple gown with a gold crown on his head picked up the peonies and handed them to Hua Jinglan's eyes.