Three Years After Falling Off the Cliff

"See Your Highness."
Sui Tingheng's appearance caught many people off guard. It was not until he walked to the podium that everyone remembered to greet him.

Oh my God, the prince actually appeared on the Cuju field. If they told this to their elders at home, they would only scold them for watching football every day and having problems with their eyes, and they would not believe that His Highness would come here.

When His Majesty first ascended the throne, the prince suddenly looked unhappy when he passed by the Cuju field. At that time, there were rumors in the capital that the prince hated the activity of Cuju. For a long time, the Cuju field was particularly peaceful until everyone realized that although the prince hated Cuju, he would not vent his anger on others because of Cuju. Then everyone felt relieved.

"No need to be so polite." Sui Tingheng said in a gentle tone, praising Fu Yi: "Miss Yun plays Cuju very well, and the game is very exciting."

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness." Fu Yi glanced at the player named Zhang, "It's a pity that I made a fool of myself in this game."

Mr. Zhang was shaking like a sieve. The moment the prince appeared, he knew that he was finished. Even his family might be implicated.
Any words Yun Fuyi said could make his heart beat like a drum. Now he only hoped that the prince would not pursue what she had just said too much.

"You meant well, how could this be a joke?" Sui Tingheng walked up to Fu Yi, not even looking at Zhang Langjun kneeling on the ground. "One tael of silver can buy several hundred kilograms of rice, and three taels of silver can buy a thousand kilograms. The Imperial Censorate spends money like water, so naturally they don't value a thousand kilograms of rice."

"Your Highness, I have no such intention. I beg Your Highness to understand."

"I thought Lord Zhang was as honest and simple as he said in front of the emperor. After listening to Lord Zhang's words today, I finally understand what it means to not live up to one's words."

"Your Highness, it was all due to my careless words. This matter has nothing to do with my father." Mr. Zhang kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"If you dare to say one thing in front of His Majesty and another behind his back, that's called deceiving the emperor." Fu Yi was very considerate: "Don't kowtow, Mr. Zhang, be careful not to hurt your head. Instead of kowtow, it's better to let Mr. Zhang explain to His Majesty. If His Majesty is in a good mood, maybe he will forgive you."

Liu Xiaopang felt very complicated when he saw Yun Fuyi bullying others by taking advantage of her power. She was not going to let Zhang Langjun go.

When Zhang Yushi's family first came to Beijing, they had received favors from the Yun family. Three years ago, when the Yun family was demoted, Zhang Yushi not only did not plead for the Yun family, but was afraid of being implicated by the Yun family, so he submitted a memorial at night to accuse Yun Fuyi of being arrogant and rude, and the Yun family of not educating their daughter strictly.

At that time, the Yun family had already left the capital. The court was in chaos due to the previous emperor. In addition, the Ning Wang faction was extremely powerful, and there were countless officials who wanted to please Concubine Zeng. Among the many memorials impeaching the Yun family, Lord Zhang's memorial was only insignificant, so almost no one took the matter to heart.

He secretly glanced at Yun Fuyi. Was this a coincidence, or was Yun Fuyi's revenge?

"Don't think too much, Mr. Zhang. Your father will make the final decision on right and wrong." Sui Tingheng ordered Mr. Zhang to get up from the ground: "Send Mr. Zhang back."
The Jinwu Guards pulled up Zhang Langjun, who had become as soft as a ball of mud, and left. No one dared to speak loudly.

Your Highness really knows how to joke. Who wouldn't think too much about this?

After the Jinwu Guards appeared, the spectators in the seats hurriedly left the gate of the Cuju field.
Today's game was really worth watching. Not only was it exciting, but you could also watch others suffer misfortunes.

"So does Your Highness dislike Cuju or not? From what Your Highness said just now, I clearly saw Yun Fuyi playing Cuju."
"Who knows?"
"Yun Fuyi is such a great kicker. I can't even imagine how happy I would be if she gave me the victory wreath."
"Coward, I dare to think so. I not only want her to give me the wreath, but also the victory purse."

"Didn't you notice that Yun Fuyi gave the wreath to Princess Ning today?"
"Princess Ning?!"

Many people have heard about the old relationship between Prince Ning and Yun Fuyi. Later, Yun Fuyi fell off a cliff, and Prince Ning got engaged to Lu. When they met again, they had become enemies.
I thought Princess Ning would regard Yun Fuyi as a thorn in her side, but I never thought that Yun Fuyi would put all the wreaths on Princess Ning. Fortunately, Yun Fuyi is not a man, otherwise Prince Ning would have to dye his hair green from head to toe.
This world is a little crazy and they can't understand it.

Seeing that everyone else had left, Liu Xiaopang quickly winked at Liu Zihe: Cousin, it's time for us to leave too.

Unexpectedly, Liu Zihe didn't even look at him, standing there like a wooden stake, as if he wanted to move forward and backward with the Cuju field.

"Are you the new number one scholar Liu Zihe?" Sui Tingheng noticed Liu Zihe, whose eyes kept looking at Fu Yi and whose cheeks were flushed.

"Your Highness, it's me, your humble servant." Liu Zihe stepped forward and bowed.

"Yes." Sui Tingheng nodded slightly: "Master Liu has just entered the Hanlin Academy. You should learn more from the old masters and don't be greedy for fun."

"Your Highness, I will follow your instructions." The color faded from Liu Zihe's face, and he bowed his head and did not dare to look at Sui Tingheng.

Liu Xiaopang sighed silently. I had signaled to you to leave a long time ago, but you refused to go. Now, His Majesty suspects that you are not diligent enough as an official.
Look at those people who hold unskillful jobs in the court. Who would be standing here foolishly now? They should have run away long ago with their shoes greased.

"Your Highness, my cousin is either on duty at the Imperial Academy or reading at home all day long. He never slacks off. The elders at home are worried that he will get sick from boredom, so they asked me to take him out to relax." Thinking that Liu Zihe is the grandson of his grandfather's brother, Fatty Liu stepped forward to help him: "I dare not bother your Highness, so I will take my leave first."

Liu Xiaopang grabbed Liu Zihe and dragged him away regardless of whether he was willing or not.

"Your Highness, I have to go home for dinner. I'll take my leave now." Sui Anying stuffed the round fan into Fu Yi's hand and ran away holding up her skirt. Her father and the emperor were cousins, but she was a playboy, and she felt uncomfortable standing next to the prince, a good boy from another family.

The seats at the reception desk soon became empty, and Lu Siyue stood up and prepared to leave.

"Auntie Huang." Sui Tingheng glanced over her head and said, "I will take Auntie Huang and Miss Yun back to the palace."

"We appreciate your kindness, nephew." Prince Ning came hurriedly and stood beside Lu Siyue: "With me here, there is no need to trouble you."

"Princess, remember to bring a few more servants with you next time you go out." Prince Ning held Lu Siyue's wrist and said, "You are not familiar with the capital yet. I am worried that something might happen to you."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Lu Siyue smiled slightly and broke free from Prince Ning's hand: "There are rumors outside that I don't manage the harem well, which makes me feel bad, so I came out to relax."

"The princess comes from a noble family, and she is virtuous. Don't take the gossip outside to heart." Prince Ning did not hold her wrist again. He looked at Yun Fuyi, with thousands of emotions surging in his eyes, and finally turned into one sentence: "Miss Yun."

"Your humble servant greets Prince Ning." Fu Yiban bowed straight, looking strange and distant.
Prince Ning looked at her. She was not wearing any makeup today. Her black hair was simply tied into a braid. Her slightly rosy face was incredibly beautiful.
Even though she has a reputation for being a playboy, people still can't ignore her face.

When he first met Fu Yi, she was only five or six years old. She fell to the ground but still held the rattan ball tightly in her arms. He had the rare patience to play with her for half an hour just to stop her from crying.
Memories of her are everywhere in this capital city.

"Since the Queen Aunt doesn't need me to see her off, I'll go first." Sui Tingheng walked to Fu Yi and said, "Fu Yi, come with me."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Fu Yi followed Sui Tingheng with a smile on her face, even her back exuding a cheerful look.

Prince Ning put his hands behind his back and waited until Yun Fuyi and Sui Tingheng left before turning to Lu Siyue and saying, "Princess, next time you come to a place like this, remember to tell me in advance."
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. But next time you come to the palace, remember to tell me in advance what you are going to do or say." Lu Siyue smiled, "So that I won't feel uneasy."

"Princess, you and I are husband and wife. We will rise and fall together. What worries you, Princess?" Prince Ning held Lu Siyue's wrist again: "Princess, as a daughter of the Lu family, you should be very smart."

Lu Siyue's eyes became dim, and suddenly a faint floral scent reached her nose, which was the scent from the wreath.
She slowly reached out and touched the wreath on her head, her expression gradually calming down: "The prince loves me, and I know it in my heart."

Prince Ning let go of her wrist and said indifferently: "Who gave you the wreath?"

"Of course it's the one who wins the Cuju game." Lu Siyue smiled again: "Your Majesty, do you also want to go to the Cuju field to win a wreath for me?"

Prince Ning's expression became more distant. "It's just a wreath of flowers that will wither soon. If the princess likes it, I will have someone make you a golden ring crown."

Lu Siyue stroked the petals on the wreath. This was the wreath that Yun Fuyi gave her in front of everyone, and that countless people envied.
Flowers fade easily, but memories never do. "Your Highness, did you really watch my match?" Fu Yi sat in the carriage, pounding her legs while asking, "Do you like Cuju, too?"

Sui Tingheng looked at her knees and said, "When I was young, I could not leave the house at will. Before my father ascended the throne, I only went to the Cuju field once, so I don't know how to play Cuju."
His tone was calm, but Fu Yi could hear the loss and sadness.
She really deserves to die. How could she forget the difficulties she faced in managing the palace?
"Knowing how to play Cuju is nothing special. How many people in the world can be as good at calligraphy and painting as Your Highness?" Fu Yi buttoned the hem of her skirt. "Even my brother is not as elegant as Your Highness."
Brother, I'm sorry!
But His Highness looks like he's about to break, so I need to comfort him first.

"No, it's great to know how to play Cuju. When you were running on the Cuju field, everyone was cheering for you." Sui Tingheng's eyebrows were filled with tenderness: "It's a pity that I don't understand the rules of Cuju. I only know that you look dazzling when you score a goal."

What a good prince! He almost broke into pieces, but he still didn't forget to praise her.
It's all her fault. Why is she bringing up all that?
Fu Yi began to praise Sui Tingheng's talent, his paintings, his calligraphy, and even the outer robe he was wearing today.

"Thank you Miss Yun for your compliment." Sui Tingheng looked down at the light-colored brocade robe on his body: "I thought you liked it more..."
I prefer men wearing gorgeous robes.

"What do you like more?" Fu Yi didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing." Sui Tingheng changed the subject: "Do you like the horse that was delivered to your house yesterday?"

"That's a divine horse. I like it very much." When Sui Tingheng mentioned the horse, Fu Yi's mouth corners unconsciously raised, and she even stopped tapping her knees: "Your Highness, how did you know that I wanted a snow-white horse?"

Sui Tingheng looked away and did not meet Fu Yi's eyes: "At that time, I just thought that the white horse was very suitable for Miss Yun, and I didn't know that Miss Yun wanted to get a white horse."

"I have wanted a horse like this since I was fourteen, but it is a pity that it is hard to find a white horse without any variegated colors. None of the white horses in my stable can be as handsome as the one Your Highness sent me." Fu Yi smiled and said, "When the autumn hunt comes, I will ride it across the hunting grounds."

"As long as Miss Yun likes it." Sui Tingheng's eyes swept across Fu Yi's knees several times: "Miss Yun's knees are injured?"

"Ah?" Fu Yi paused while pounding her legs, then shook her head nonchalantly, "It's okay, I just ran too hard and my knees are a little sore."

The carriage had already entered the city gate. Fu Yi accidentally touched the purse on her waist. This purse was one of the rewards given to the winner of the Cuju field. It was embroidered with a ball in gold thread. Those who liked Cuju in the capital wanted to get such a purse.

She took off the purse and held it in front of Sui Tingheng with both hands: "Your Highness gave me a good horse. I have nothing to repay Your Highness. This purse is for you."

The purse is made of exquisite materials, the fabric is the finest brocade, and the brocade pattern embroidered with gold thread is shining.

"Thank you Miss Yun." Sui Tingheng held the purse representing the winner of Cuju in his hand. The golden lines tickled his palm, and it itched all the way to his heart: "I like it very much."

The carriage became quiet. Fu Yi leaned against the wall and closed her eyes to rest, but the occasional pain in her knees prevented her from falling asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice of the Jinwu Guards came from outside.

"Your Highness, we have arrived at the Yun Mansion."

Fu Yi opened her eyes and saw Sui Tingheng had already gotten off the carriage and was lifting the curtain with one hand, preparing to help her out.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Fu Yi put her hand on Sui Tingheng's arm, bent down and walked out of the carriage.

"Miss Yun, have a good rest." Sui Tingheng was silent for a moment: "Do you have any plans for your birthday the day after tomorrow?"

"I just got together with a few girls to have some fun, and I don't have any plans." I didn't expect that he still remembered this, so I said, "I don't care about this."

"I understand." Sui Tingheng nodded and returned to the carriage.

After seeing off His Royal Highness the Prince, Fu Yi poked her head in and walked through the gate. She had not taken two steps when she was stopped by Liu Qiongzhi.

"Yun Fuyi!"

When parents call their children by their full names, it means they have had enough.

"Mother." Fu Yi turned around immediately and gave Liu Qiongzhi a flattering smile: "You called me?"

"The horses have been sent back by the palace eunuchs, but you haven't come back yet. Tell the truth. Where have you been fooling around?!" Liu Qiongzhi saw how she was dressed, strode up to her, and asked angrily, "Did you secretly go to play Cuju?"

Fu Yi shrank her neck and dared not speak.

"Doctor Liu has long told you that you can't overexert your legs now, why don't you listen?!" Liu Qiongzhi was anxious and angry, and she wanted to slap her twice but couldn't bear to do it: "You are really worrying!"

"Mother, don't be angry. I went a little late on purpose and only played half the game." Fu Yi saw that Liu Qiongzhi was really angry, and hurriedly explained: "If I hadn't played at that time, the Red Team would have lost."

If the Red Team loses, her friends will be sad and frustrated, and they won't be able to inspire Censor Zhang's son.

Fu Yi pulled Liu Qiongzhi's sleeve and shook it back and forth: "My daughter really knows her limits and won't joke about her own body."

Liu Qiongzhi felt sad when she saw her daughter trying to please her. Her daughter was once a soaring goose, so how could she bear to see her become a house sparrow with its hands and feet tied down.

If there hadn't been the assassinations one after another back then, her Fu Yi wouldn't have to endure the pain on rainy days, and wouldn't have to be so cautious even when playing Cuju.

"You are such a troublesome thing." Liu Qiongzhi suppressed her emotions and reached out to pull Fu Yi's ear: "Go into the house and take a medicinal bath. Tomorrow I will ask Doctor Liu to give you a few injections, so that you won't become a little cripple when you get together with your sisters the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you, mother. I knew you were the best to me." Fu Yi smiled and hugged Liu Qiongzhi and rubbed against her.

"Stay away from me and don't get dust on me." Liu Qiongzhi said with disgust, but her hand had already honestly put its arm around her daughter's shoulders.

"Who?" She raised her head and looked at the half-open door with sharp eyes.

After seeing who was standing outside the door, Liu Qiongzhi was a little surprised: "Your Highness? I greet Your Highness."

"Your Highness, aren't you returning to the palace?" After Fu Yi spotted Sui Tingheng outside the door, she let go of Liu Qiongzhi's arm and walked forward to open the half-open door.

"Just now I saw Miss Yun had discomfort in her knee, and I remembered there was a bottle of ointment for relieving fatigue and pain in the carriage, so I brought it to you." Sui Tingheng's voice was very soft, and under his half-closed eyelids, his thick eyelashes seemed like indissoluble black ink.

Fu Yi saw the medicine bottle in his hand and glanced around. His Royal Highness the Prince should have... not seen how timid she was in front of her mother just now, right?
She still has to have some shame.

(End of this chapter)