Three Years After Falling Off the Cliff

"It's getting late and the dew is heavy. Tomorrow is the day of the emperor's uncle's wedding. Why are you here?"

A carriage stopped by the roadside at some point. King Ning came back to his senses from his trance and looked at the young man walking out of the carriage.
He moved elegantly, as if every step was carefully measured, and he was always neither hurried nor slow, a gentleman. The only difference was the gold-woven brocade robe he was wearing, which made his jade-like face look more flamboyant.

"Tingheng?" Prince Ning smiled gently, "You have always liked light blue, and today you are wearing a golden and purple satin robe, which is really eye-catching."

"It's the day of the emperor's uncle's big wedding, so as a junior, I should naturally dress festively." The visitor bowed indifferently as a junior, seemingly not noticing the broken wine jar on the ground: "Let me share in the good fortune."

Prince Ning smiled bitterly, and felt that the gilded auspicious cloud pattern on the other party's clothes was dazzling under the light of the lanterns and candles.

"Thank you for your kindness, nephew."

"I am also delighted that the Emperor's uncle is getting married."

Upon hearing this, King Ning nodded slightly.
Before his father passed away, he never took this nephew who was six years younger than him seriously. Looking throughout the capital, even the chief attendant of Prince Ning's mansion had more respect than him, the grandson of the emperor.

"It's late at night, you should return to the palace early, so as not to worry your brother and sister-in-law." Prince Ning said indifferently: "You are of noble status, you cannot afford to make any mistakes."

"Thank you, uncle, for your reminder. You should go back home and rest early." He seemed to have really just met King Ning by chance, so he came over to say a few words of blessing and turned back to the carriage.
Through the curtain, a light laugh was heard from inside, and then the carriage clattered away, with the eunuch holding a lantern in his hand, lighting the way forward.

Prince Ning: "..."
The eldest brother's family of three, from the old to the young, all acted in a disgusting way.

On the day of Prince Ning's wedding, half of the capital was bustling with activity.
Ordinary people don’t know any royal secrets. They only see the luxurious wedding, the majestic ceremonial guard, and the endless wedding procession.
If a half brother is willing to spend so much effort and money to help his younger brother find a wife, he must be a good brother.
They understand that where the money is, there the heart is.

"If someone says that Your Majesty treats Prince Ning badly in the future, I'm afraid the people of the entire capital will disagree." Fu Yi looked at the wedding procession passing by downstairs and said with interest: "Such a grand wedding, even if the people talk about it ten years later, they will only sigh."
Your Majesty is worthy of having seized the throne in difficult circumstances. This method is more useful than making things difficult for Prince Ning at every turn.

"Miss, you won't cause trouble for Prince Ning at this time, will you?" Xia Yu felt a little worried when he saw Fu Yi staring at the wedding procession.

"I've told you before that your young lady is a dandy, not a fool." Fu Yi put down her hand, stroked the pattern of the teacup on the table, and said with a smile: "As a subject, I should help your majesty solve problems instead of making things worse."

"Oh." Xia Yu nodded suddenly. Although she didn't understand, it didn't affect her praising her young lady: "Young lady, what you said makes sense."

Servants in the wedding procession scattered wedding money, and the roadside was crowded with children picking up the wedding money. Seeing this scene, Fu Yi smiled.

"Miss." Xia Yu said, "It's so noisy here, and there's nothing to see. How about I accompany you to Caiyinfang to play?"

"I don't want to go." Fu Yi straightened her sleeves and stood up: "But it is indeed noisy, let's go back."
"Okay." Xia Yu quickly stood up, wishing he could take Fu Yi back home immediately.

When she walked downstairs, the entrance was crowded with people who came to watch the fun. Fu Yi waited until they followed the wedding procession far away before she walked out of the teahouse, lifting her skirt.

Click.
A wedding coin fell out from the crack in the ground and rolled to Fuyi's feet. She bent down and picked it up, and handed it to the lonely child next to her: "Here you go."
The child happily took it and said, "Thank you, Fairy Sister."

Fu Yi's smile brightened when she heard this. There was nothing she could do; she just admired such honest children.

"Miss Yun, I don't want to hear anything." A man in a gray robe walked up to her and said, "It's almost noon, and my master invites you to have dinner upstairs."

He has a pale face and no beard, and a shrill voice. Is he a royal eunuch?
Fu Yi glanced at the restaurant not far away and straightened her clothes: "How dare I refuse an invitation from a noble man?"
Everyone in the capital's royal family knows her reputation. Those who are on good terms with her would not invite her in this way. Those who are not close to her, even if they want to make friends with her, would not invite her on the day of Prince Ning's wedding.

Did he want to ridicule her?
This shouldn’t be the case. Who would be so pessimistic?

The man in gray led Fu Yi to the top floor of the attic. Xia Yu followed behind Fu Yi with a respectful expression, but was looking around from the corner of his eyes.

There are more than ten martial artists on the second floor, and they are all masters.

"Miss Yun, please." The man in gray stopped in front of the bead curtain, bent down and lifted the curtain without taking another step inside.

"Thank you." Fu Yi stepped into the room and smelled a faint scent of incense. She turned her head and saw that the incense in the Ruihe furnace was half burned.

As if noticing her arrival, there was a noise behind the screen and a young man in a silver-red brocade robe and a golden crown with pearls on his head walked out.

What a handsome man.

The silver-red is bright, and men wearing this color can easily look frivolous. A few years ago, the capital was prosperous for a period of time, but most of the men didn't dress well, and her eyes suffered for a long time. Fortunately, there are fewer and fewer men wearing this color, otherwise her eyes would really suffer.
After meeting this gentleman today, I realized that the clothes were not wrong, but the person wearing the clothes was wrong.

It looked familiar, but I wasn't sure where I had seen him. Thinking of the disguised guards downstairs, I knelt down and saluted: "Your Highness, I greet your Highness."

He was a man of high status in the capital, and he was accompanied by so many guards when he went out. The only royal person she had little impression of was probably the self-disciplined and polite prince.

"Miss Yun, there's no need to be so polite."

Fu Yi looked up and found that the prince had a smile on his face.

I've never heard that this prince loves to laugh. Could it be because Prince Ning is getting married and the prince is in a good mood?
When did Prince Ning and His Royal Highness the Prince become so close? Why did she have no recollection of it? Could it be that something happened during the three years she was away?

"It's boring to drink alone. I happened to see Miss Yun passing by, so I invited you rashly. I hope Miss Yun will forgive my rudeness." The prince walked to the table and made a gesture of invitation to Fu Yi: "Miss Yun, please."

Fu Yi bowed again to express her gratitude: "It is my honor to be invited by Your Highness." This prince didn't seem to like talking. After Fu Yi sat down, he didn't speak a few times. When the dishes were served, Fu Yi was very attentive and waited for the other party to pick up the chopsticks before picking up the chopsticks.

The maid poured her a glass of wine and she smelled a faint scent of pear.

After she drank a glass, she stopped moving. The silent prince now spoke up: "But the wine is not to your taste?"

"I am not a good drinker, but it is rare for me to sit at the same table with Your Highness, so how can I lose my composure in front of Your Highness?" Fu Yi pushed the wine cup away and said jokingly to ease the atmosphere, "If my father knew about this, I would be punished to copy books."

"Drinking is harmful to your health. You really shouldn't drink too much. Give Miss Yun some drinking water." His Royal Highness the Prince slightly raised his index finger, and the servants quickly took away the wine pot and wine cup.

"I heard that Miss Yun likes to drink peach-flavored dew. Please try this dew and see if it suits your taste." Mo Wen came in with a tray and replaced a cup of peach-flavored dew for Fu Yi.

"Thank you." Fu Yi raised her hand to take it, and Mo Wen even said he didn't dare.

"Peach blossoms are flying everywhere, and peaches are weighing down the branches." Fu Yi took a sip of peach-scented dew and tried to recall the last two sentences, but unfortunately she couldn't remember them for a while, so she gave up.

Mo Wen waited for Yun Fuyi to finish drinking before he asked cautiously, "Miss Yun, is there anything you don't like?"

"There's nothing wrong with that." Yun Fuyi raised her head and finished her glass, then explained with a smile, "Father-in-law, you don't have to be so careful. In the early years, I was ignorant and always picky about food. Now... I have changed my bad habits."

Mo Wen lowered his head and glanced at the prince. Seeing that he did not speak, he bent down and stepped aside.

The room fell silent again. Fu Yi looked up at the prince sitting opposite her, who was elegant, with a straight back and a steady demeanor that was impeccable. She poured him a cup of peach fragrance dew and said, "Your Highness, please try some too."

Mo Wen looked at the cup of peach fragrance dew and was about to say something, but when he saw His Highness reaching out to take it, he lowered his head.
The peach fragrance is so rich that it seems as if the whole house is filled with the sweet aroma of drinking dew.

After lunch, Fu Yi looked out the window and realized that she could see the entire East Street from here. She squinted at the sunlight coming in from the window, smiled and looked up: "It's cold in the first month of the year, and it's rare to have such a good sun. Thank you, Your Highness, for bringing me to such a good place to enjoy the view."

There was a noise downstairs again. It was the wedding procession returning. Prince Ning, dressed in wedding clothes, rode a tall horse against the light. Fu Yi couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I don't come here often. If Miss Yun likes, you can bring your friends here in the future." His Royal Highness the Prince raised his hand to block the glaring sunlight.

Seeing this, Mo Wen stepped forward and closed most of the window: "The sun is very strong at noon, please be careful, Miss Yun, don't let the sun hurt your eyes."

Fu Yi glanced at the prince's cheek, which seemed to be red underneath the whiteness. Could it be that he was burned by the sun?
As a qualified dandy, how could she not show some sense at this moment? She quickly said, "Thank you for reminding me, eunuch. The sunlight outside is a bit dazzling."

Not to mention that Mo Wen just said that the sun was dazzling, even if he said that the sun was hot, she could still open her eyes and say that it was no wonder that she was sweating.
It's not shameful to please the future Crown Prince.
But what is the name of this future Crown Prince?
Tingheng or Boheng?

The noise of joy gradually faded away. His Royal Highness pushed open a window with one hand, and the sun shone on Fu Yi again. He looked at Fu Yi and said in a low and gentle voice: "It's good to get more sun in the first month of the year."

The warm sunshine made Fu Yi feel so good that she curled her lips and said, "Your Highness is right."

Mo Wen secretly glanced at Yun Fuyi. She was indeed a person who could make the late emperor laugh, and her words changed as quickly as the wind.

"I feel really guilty for bothering Your Highness for so long." Fu Yi guessed that the prince would have to go to Prince Ning's mansion to attend the wedding banquet in the evening, so she tactfully took her leave.

"Why bother you?" His Royal Highness looked at her and asked, "Miss Yun is going back home?"
"Your Highness, I should go back now."

He nodded slowly, rubbed the wrinkles on his sleeves, stood up and looked out the window: "Mo Wen."

"The slave is here."
"Send Miss Yun back home."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your hospitality. I'll take my leave." Fu Yi lowered her head and took two steps back. When she turned to leave, she noticed from the corner of her eye that the prince was looking at her.

Not sure, take another sneak peek.
Very good, no disgust, no dissatisfaction.
She was relieved.

The moment she stepped out of the restaurant, she finally remembered the name of the prince.
The royal family's surname was Sui, and his honorific surname was Sui Tingheng.
Heng means fairness.
It's a good name.

She looked up at the window where she had just been and saw a glimpse of silver-red clothing.

"Yun Fuyi, it's really you?" A fat head popped out from a passing carriage: "You are standing here, are you watching... Prince Ning's wedding?"

"Who are you?" Hearing this sarcastic remark, Fu Yi was no longer in a hurry to get on the carriage. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the big head. She turned to Xia Yu and said, "Xia Yu, go and call the bailiff."

The fat man was puzzled when he heard this. He hadn't even started to laugh at her, so why was she going to the government office?

"It's not easy for folks to raise an animal. How can you let it run on the street? Why don't you catch it and send it back?"
From morning till now, someone finally delivered it to my door.

The man in the carriage was stunned for a long time before he reacted: "Are you scolding me?!"

(End of this chapter)