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"Isn't that just perfect? As soon as you come out, they can do whatever they want," Hibiscus couldn't help but chuckle. "Brother Xuan truly has boundless charm."
"Jin Zhi, don't tease me. Do you realize that you are still unmarried, and those idle people have even included me in their schemes?" Xuan Li said with a bitter smile.
"The people think of the Sovereign; what more could you be dissatisfied with?" Hibiscus laughed. "They are making a big fuss, so you should be cautious."
"I'm not afraid; I never keep anyone by my side at night," Xuan Li said, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes. As an emperor, he could not indulge in pleasures freely.
Hibiscus let out a soft laugh but did not respond.
As the two walked into the West Garden, they saw an incense burner on the stone table emitting fragrant smoke, with an ancient zither placed beside it. Jinse was lightly playing it.
Hibiscus glanced over and wondered what Fengyin was doing sitting idly in the tree.
"Jinse Girl has such a refined mood," Mel said as he came out from the room, followed closely by Spiritual Incense, who looked displeased. Hearing Jinse play in the courtyard, how could he miss it? At the same time, he noticed Hibiscus and Xuan Li behind Jinse. Just as he was about to greet them, he saw Xuan Li gesture for silence and continued, "Miss, may I trouble you to play another piece?"
"Thank you, Young Master Mei," Jinse replied softly. Clearly, Xuan Li was right behind her; how could Mel not see him? And why didn’t Spiritual Incense greet her royal brother?
Jinse played a piece called Falling Petals. The music was melodious; the falling petals drifted along with the flowing water, but while the petals had intentions, the water was indifferent—grass blooms in spring.
"Fengyin has seen His Majesty; does His Majesty understand this piece?" Fengyin greeted Xuan Li and then asked.
“Fengyin?” Xuan Li glanced at Fengyin, a faint smile appearing on his lips. “Fengyin, this performance truly matches the scene of the Goddess.”
“Your Majesty, you jest. A beauty like a falling flower, and Azure Silk with white hair is not surprising. Your Majesty, does this piece by Jinse fit the occasion?”
“I do not understand music, but it sounds quite pleasant,” Xuan Li replied with a smile. He did not grasp the meaning of sorrow in falling flowers and flowing water; he was just an ordinary person, indifferent to matters of romance.
“As long as it sounds good, that’s what matters. This piece is meant to uplift one’s spirits,” Jinse said, gracefully greeting Xuan Li. “My Emperor, may you be at peace. Jinse has embarrassed herself.”
Xuan Li waved his hand and left with Hibiscus.
“Xuan Brother, regarding the Consort Selection, why hasn’t the Song Family sent the Jinse Girl to the palace?” Hibiscus asked, looking at the new pit in the courtyard where a loquat tree had already been transplanted.
“You would have to ask Zhong Cheng about that,” Xuan Li replied, his tone revealing no joy or sorrow. To him, concubines were likely less significant than even close attendants.
These young masters always had a few maidservants by their side for their needs, who held a slightly higher status than ordinary maids but were not required to do hard labor. Having a little maidservant to attend to them often meant they could not be seen by others.
Although the Mu Family was also a prominent family, they operated within the realm of the martial world and did not have the same concerns as those in court. If they liked a girl, they would marry her without needing maidservants for companionship; after all, it was not something to be proud of.
“Jinse, you like him; why don’t you go for the Consort Selection?” Fengyin asked, watching Jinse, who was engrossed in her embroidery. Jinse’s work was far more beautiful than hers.
“My mother won’t let me go. It seems it’s because my Great-Aunt married Xuan Li’s father, but ended up childless and passed away in sorrow. My mother was raised by my Great-Aunt, and seeing her plight, she doesn’t want me to suffer similarly,” Jinse explained. Her mother, Song Yun, ranked ninth among her sisters; her eldest sister was of similar age to her mother. Song Yun’s mother had passed away early, leading to her being marginalized among her sisters. Thanks to her elder sister, Yulin, who protected her, she was able to receive an education and eventually became the head of the family with her sister’s help as the Queen. However, despite being noble and virtuous, Yulin did not receive favor from the Emperor and ultimately died in depression.
“So doesn’t that make Xuan Li your cousin?”
"I never thought about this issue. Although Xuan Li calls me Great-Aunt, he is not my Great-Aunt's child, so he shouldn't have any relation to me at all." Even if he were her brother, she would still take his child and leave.
"I sent a message to my master via carrier pigeon, telling him that Seven Nights has recovered from his illness, but he has disappeared. Both my master and Master's Wife are very worried. I need to find Seven Nights as soon as possible. My grandfather is quite comfortable here, spending every day researching small inventions with Master Mu. Hehe has also been well-fed by the people here, so I feel relieved." Fengyin stared blankly, "But the world is so vast; where could Seven Nights be?"
"Where is my father? I can feel that my mother misses him a lot." Jinse nodded as well, "Then let's take our leave tomorrow and head into the world. I'm afraid to see Xuan Li; he will have many wives soon, and I want to get far away."
"What about the child?"
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