The Princess's Notebook

At night, when Shiqi Niang was dressing, she saw the huanghuali box and the more she looked at it, the more it annoyed her, so she told Jingui.

"Tomorrow morning, when the palace gates are opened, you will return this to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Jin Gui was combing Shiqi Niang's hair and didn't hear clearly for a moment, "What did you say, Madam? I didn't understand."

Shiqi Niang became even more angry and pointed, "Just that annoying box, send it away."

Jingui took a quick look and saw that it was the box that the girl had been looking at for a long time in the past two days. "What's wrong with it? Why should we send it away?"

This idiot, if she hadn't thought about the need for care at home, she should have brought Yingui into the palace.

Shiqi Niang was a little angry, "Just listen to me, I have my own ideas after I ordered you to do so."

Jingui couldn't say anything and could only nod.

In the middle of the night, Shiqi Niang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She had asked him many times, why didn't he say the words that were right in front of her mouth. If he didn't care about her at all like before, he should just say it clearly. If he cared a little bit, he should say it clearly, and not let the girl guess blindly.

She had read dozens, if not hundreds, of storybooks, but had never seen a child so bad at speaking.

Sometimes I blame him for being irritating, and sometimes I resent myself for being unarmed and having no means of revenge, so I had to endure such bullying by him.

Suddenly, Shiqi Niang had an idea. If revenge on the spot failed, revenge behind the scenes would be possible. So, she stood up, put on her embroidered shoes and walked to the table, intending to do her old job and write him to death.

Grind the ink, spread the paper, and do it in one go.

Before Shiqi Niang could write down the name, a ghostly wind whistled behind her. She turned her head and saw nothing. She ignored it and continued writing.

"My lady, it's late at night, why are you still not asleep? I see that you didn't sleep well last night, and the corners of your eyes are almost black and blue, just like the little pear blossoms in Aunt Li's courtyard."

Shiqi Niang had just put down a stroke when she was startled by the sudden sound, leaving a smudge of ink on the paper.

Seeing it was Jingui, she said unhappily, "Didn't I tell you to go to sleep? Why are you still guarding me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, young lady? I'm new here in this palace, how can I sleep well? Didn't your wife sleep too?"

The young lady seemed not to have heard Jingui's words and asked, "What did you say the dark circles at the corners of my eyes look like?"

"Little pear blossom in Aunt Li's courtyard."

After hearing this, Shiqi Niang smiled and immediately wrote "A Little Wolf Dog in the East Palace"

Jin Gui was worried about Shiqi Niang, so she came closer to take a look and said, "Madam, you are now the Crown Princess appointed by the imperial decree, why are you still writing a storybook?"

"Making money!" Seventeenth Lady was absent-minded.

"Why bother? Your Highness would not ask your wife to write a book to supplement the family income."

Shiqi Niang was in high spirits, and said in a conscientious manner, "You don't understand. After all, the prince's money belongs to him, not to me. If you want to live a good life in the future, you still need money in your hands."

"That's not necessary. Returning a box of pearls... It's not necessary."

"Jin Gui, let me tell you, I am a miserable person. Not only can I not meet a suitable young man, but even though I became the Crown Princess, I am still despised by others. Everything that His Highness gave away can be returned. What do I really own?"

Her ideas flowed freely and she wrote as if inspired by God. In just a few words, she had written a long piece.

Jin Gui sighed, "My lady, don't blame me for saying something unpleasant. You just felt wronged in front of His Highness today and want to make amends. I can't control you. If you want to write, you have to get a good night's sleep before you come back."

Shiqi Niang didn't want to hear anything at all. "Go to sleep, go to sleep now." After saying that, she didn't move at all. She just waved her hand and told Jingui to go out and keep watch and not to disturb her.

It is said that there was a state called Song in the past. It had a prosperous population, people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and all nations came to pay tribute to it. But despite all its good points, there was one thing that was not good.

The king has been in power for more than thirty years, but he doesn't have a prince. It's really worrying.

The East Palace in the northwest of the palace city was uninhabited. Over time, a small wolfdog moved in and patrolled the front three and back three palaces of the East Palace every day, looking like a crown prince.

On this day, the king came back from worshipping Guanyin, the goddess of fertility, and saw a little wolf-dog with black eyes wandering around the East Palace. He suddenly thought of his own misery of being childless, and felt that this little wolf-dog had blocked his offspring.

So he ordered someone to hack him to death.

Little wolfdog pawn!

Having written this, Shiqi Niang raised the corners of her mouth in joy and chuckled.

After thinking about it, he still felt a little unsatisfied, so he arranged for the little wolfdog to do it again.

After the rebirth, the little wolfdog really didn't understand who he had violated by just finding a deserted place to live. After inquiring day and night, he finally realized that it was the king who killed the dog.

On the day when the king was worshipping the Goddess of Childbearing, the little wolfhound was hiding in the dog hole at the foot of the wall of Zuochunfang. This place was neither the front three halls nor the back three halls, but just a place covered with weeds.

There was nothing to do during the day, so the little wolfdog felt at ease.

Unexpectedly, the extremely grief-stricken king went out in the middle of the night and had nowhere to go. He met a little wolfdog in the dog hole of Zuochunfang.

So, the little wolfdog died again.

The third time, he died in the early morning fog.

The fourth time, he died in the dark night.

……

It's always a different way to die.

A little wolfhound in the East Palace died eight times tonight before Shiqi Niang put down her writing and fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke up refreshed, but Zhao Feiran in the East Palace looked completely different. After the court meeting, Zhao Feiran saw Song Dajian pacing back and forth outside the Tianguang Palace as if he was suffocating. His hunched back looked like several huge mountains were pressing down on him.

Zhao Feiran asked: "If you take two more steps, my Donggong's head will almost break."

Supervisor Song came forward suddenly, thinking about how to start the conversation, but Zhao Feiran asked him directly, "What are you hiding from me?"

Perhaps because he was in a bad mood, the words sounded extremely frightening.

With a shudder, Song Dajian reported repeatedly: "Your Highness, is the embroiderer from the supervisor here?"

"That's it?"

It seemed like a casual remark, but Zhao Feiran hadn't figured it out. Should this carefully selected embroiderer be sent back to the General's Office or sent to Shiqi Niang? No matter which one he chose, his reputation as the Eastern Palace would be trampled underfoot.

Seeing that Song Dajian was talking about something else, Zhao Feiran thought there was something fishy going on, so he shouted, "You don't want the thing on your neck anymore? What else do you want?"

"Also, also, Miss Jingui from Chenguang Palace sent a small box."

Zhao Feiran didn't understand for a moment which Chenguang Palace was and which Miss Jingui was. After a moment, Zhao Feiran understood and was so angry that he jumped up and down.

"What a piece of shit she is! She's so cunning! We really underestimated her!"

With a roar, Song Dajian was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground and apologized, and several people from the left and right guards who were confused behind him also apologized together.

It doesn't matter what crime you are charged for, just get over it as soon as possible.

His Highness has been in the East Palace for many years. In addition to his bad temper, he is also very good at making trouble for others. Those shameless and ignorant people in the past, no matter in the former court or the harem, will never have a good ending under the hands of the East Palace.

Thus, the excitement caused by a box of oriental pearls began.

Let's first talk about the East Palace. His Royal Highness personally sat in charge of the Zuochunfang, Zhanshifu, and Youchunfang until late at night. The documents that needed to be approved, the instructions that needed to be issued, and the personnel that needed to be arranged were all settled. The difficult and complicated problems that had been accumulated for many years and no one cared about were also turned up. The six bureaus and one museum were easy to deal with. It was just a matter of asking the steward to say a few words and running back and forth a few times. There is no need to talk about the remaining three temples, ten rate offices, etc.

On the morning of the third day, when everyone saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince packed up and headed for Zhengyang Palace, they all patted their heads and thought that the matter should be over.

Unexpectedly, in less than half an hour, Zhao Feiran returned to the East Palace with a face as gloomy as the abyss of ten thousand years, black air above his head, and windy footsteps.

Several fearless old men in the Zhanshi Mansion immediately gathered together and said, "It's too early to celebrate!"

What ability does this young lady from the fourth room of the palace have to make people so angry?

Although they don't understand, the team of people in the East Palace work as usual and eat as usual. It's just that there is more work to do and the superiors find fault with them. In their spare time, they speculate who will be the next one.
It was around the fifth day when Zhao Feiran went to Zhengyang Palace and not necessarily Shiqi Niang, and everyone's speculation finally came to fruition.

This man is the Crown Prince’s brother-in-law, the sixteenth son-in-law of Mr. Wang Si, the third son of Minister Feng of the Ministry of Justice, Feng Ji.

Feng Ji rushed to Tianguang Palace, and the Crown Prince patiently asked him a few questions about government affairs and academic matters. After a while, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and after thinking for a while, he asked Feng Ji.

"Since you are engaged, when will you come to pick me up?"

Feng Ji was stunned. He had planned everything, but he had never expected that His Highness would care about his marriage.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. We are still discussing it. Master Hong Qing of Wansui Temple has not replied yet."

"Master Hong Qing has a very good reputation in the market, and he can predict good and bad luck without any problem. But..." Zhao Feiran seemed to know that it was not right, and he covered his face with the document, pretending to read a book, "It's okay to ask the Imperial Observatory to take a look."

For a moment, Feng Ji's mind was racing and he responded loudly.

"Thank you, Your Highness. When I return home, I will ask my father to visit the Imperial Observatory to pay his respects."

Zhao Feiran was very satisfied with this.

"I heard that the Third Young Master is quite good at Qimen Dunjia. I wonder if this can help you calculate the fortune by matching the eight characters?"

Feng Ji wondered in his heart, what on earth was going on?
This caused His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to take an extreme approach and urge Sixteen to get married. Is he afraid that this marriage will fail?

"Your Highness, I know only a little about this. This year is already the end of autumn, and the most auspicious day is only the ninth day of the winter month."

"The ninth day of the winter month, very good."

……

On the way back home, Feng Ji ordered his servant to go to Xuan De Fang to pass on the message, asking Shiliu Niang to meet him when she was free.

This trip was a big deal. The four rooms of the Xuandefang Palace were so busy that they didn't even have time to take care of the cats and dogs at home.

This story starts from when Shiqi Niang entered the palace. In the many years of our dynasty, we have never seen a crown princess who entered the palace to learn palace rules before getting married. Everyone thought that Shiqi Niang was very popular in front of Her Majesty, so they asked around to find out the situation of the fourth branch of the Wang family.

After asking around, I found out that there were three unmarried sons in the fourth house, one legitimate and two illegitimate. There were too many people to count, including those who sent invitations, those who came directly to the door, and those who met by chance on the road.

At this moment, Wang Kang went against his usual behavior and hid in the front yard reading a book.

Qiao Xin was extremely angry, but she didn't want to cause trouble at this critical moment, so she just pretended that she didn't have such a husband and mediated on her own.

Just before Feng Ji sent someone to deliver the message, Wang Kang came out of seclusion and excitedly found Qiao Xin.

"Madam, I think it's a shame that Seventeenth Lady doesn't have an auspicious name. I have been looking through books these days and have come up with a few. Madam, take a look." As he said this, he handed a small booklet to Qiao Xin.

Qiao Xin didn't even look at it, "You idiot! The news has already reached the emperor, why are you pretending to be a quail here!"

"lady?"

"Seventeenth Lady has family members like us to blame her. She might be pushed back anytime soon!"

(End of this chapter)