Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 106 The Person Who Shared a Bed with Li Er

Tonight, Dilireba was not wearing Hu clothing, but instead wore a plain Tang suit.

A plain white, narrow-sleeved short blouse, a plain pink, chest-length long skirt, and a slanted sitting posture—the soft silk flowed down along the curves of her body.

Half of her breasts were visible as she turned to the side, cinched at the waist of her high-waisted skirt and tucked into a thin, short blouse, making them appear full and round.

Its heavy weight seemed too much for the soft fabric to bear, as if it might break at any moment.

It was so precarious that one couldn't help but want to catch it and hold it up.

Yang Zhengdao's Adam's apple bobbed.

Dili turned her head slightly, her emerald green eyes brimming with spring water, her gaze sweeping across her shoulder, and a smile playing on her red lips.

Eyes facing each other.

Quiet.

One second, one second —

She looked at his face, but he stared at her lantern.

In the end, Dilireba gave in, her gaze began to dart away, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"My lord, you've arrived." A sweet, gentle voice rang out. She rose from the table, raised her eyes slightly, and gave a graceful bow.

Yang Zhengdao coughed lightly and sat down beside the desk.

The room fell silent again.

One second, one second —

Dili leaned forward against the table, then bit her lip and spoke first.

"My lord, you've called me here, have you thought it through?"

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Yang Zhengdao glanced at it and saw a pink river peek out from the neckline of the short jacket, held high by the lantern.

A mischievous smile crept across his lips as he leaned forward, mimicking Dilireba's posture.

Dilire was immediately startled, quickly clutching her chest and leaning back.

Yang Zhengdao burst into laughter.

Dili knew she was being deliberately teased, and she was both ashamed and angry, even the tips of her ears turned blush.

Yang Zhengdao, however, persisted, moving closer again and breathing into Dilireba's ear.

"You're already calling me Ah Lang, are you afraid I'll see?"

"Ah Lang—" Dili turned her head away, her voice trembling slightly, but she tried to remain calm, lowering her eyes and murmuring, "As long as you—acknowledge that you are the master of Caiyi Gang, then I—I will be Ah Lang's."

Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but sneer, losing interest in teasing him.

Dili suddenly felt a void in her heart; she didn't know whether she was afraid or longing.

She let out a soft breath, and then an indescribable sense of loss instantly enveloped her.

She knew, and she was looking forward to it.

She was like a white moth that had long been accustomed to the darkness of night, yet she was always longing for that flame.

A soft "click" brought her back to her senses.

She looked down and saw an old object on the table.

The object was dark yellow and mottled, likely a tortoise shell that had weathered many years.

There are traces of burning and chiseling on it. Among the varying depths of the burn marks, some symbols resembling characters are scattered, giving it a sense of vicissitude, weight, and a mysterious ancient atmosphere.

"This is?!"

"Both the King of Yue and the King of Jiangxia were searching for an ancient book, and they wanted this tortoise shell to appear in their sight without leaving a trace."

"Yes!" Dilireba's eyes lit up, and she immediately cupped her hands in greeting.

Blue Butterfly was right, Ah Lang has changed.

If Ah Lang continues as before, he will definitely avoid them, and then they will have no chance at all.

A knife that has lost its handle will forever remain sheathed.

His surname is Yang, and he is the only descendant of the late master. Only he can grasp the hilt of the knife and reunite the Caiyi Gang.

"Come find me at the hot spring bathhouse after you've done this."

Dili put away the tortoise shell on the table, bowed, and said, "This concubine takes her leave."

Yang Zhengdao waved his hand.

Just as Dilireborg was about to jump out of the window, Yang Zhengdao called her back.

Why are you dressed in white tonight?

Dilireba was taken aback, then a slight smile appeared on her lips, her voice returning to its sweet and tingling tone.

"My lord, if you allow me to stay tonight, I will not be able to refuse."

Faced with this blatant seduction, Yang Zhengdao shook his head with a wry smile.

At this moment, Dili's expression turned serious, and she said softly, "My lord, it is because I am the White Moth, and the one outside the door who likes to wear red is the Red Mud."

With that, she leaped up, her movements as swift as a swallow, and in a few bounds, she crossed the wall and disappeared into the night.

White moth? Red mud? A code name?

Yang Zhengdao smiled politely, got up, and left the elegant room.

"Red Robe, just report the events of tonight truthfully."

Early the next morning.

Tun Qiaoqiao then delivered a new batch of sachets. She came in person and handed five sachets to Yang Zhengdao.

After receiving the sachet, Yang Zhengdao went to the Wude Hall.

As soon as he entered the palace, he asked the eunuch in charge of announcements at the palace gate to pass on a message to Eunuch Jian.

At noon, Attendant Jian arrived on time.

On the way to the Lizheng Hall, the eunuch Jian, who was leading the way, noticed that Yang Zhengdao's hands were empty and couldn't help but ask him about it.

"Young Master Yang, did you send word this morning that you wish to present a festival gift to Her Majesty the Empress?"

Yang Zhengdao patted his chest and laughed, "Don't worry, Eunuch Jian, I've got it with me."

Upon arriving at the Lizheng Hall, Empress Zhangsun was already seated inside.

In the morning, Yang Zhengdao sent a message saying that he wanted to present a gift for the Double Fifth Festival.

She was really looking forward to it.

Seeing that Yang Zhengdao had come empty-handed, I couldn't help but feel even more curious.

After bowing, Yang Zhengdao took out the five sachets from his bosom.

The eunuch took it with a wooden tray, and upon closer inspection, his lips twitched involuntarily.

This sachet was clearly bought from an ordinary incense shop.

Moreover, after being carried in Yang Zhengdao's arms all morning, the sachet was not only wrinkled, but also seemed to have a faint smell of sweat from the morning's training.

Yang Zhengdao casually explained, "Your Highness, I have an old friend who runs a hot spring bathhouse in Nanqu. This is a gift from the bathhouse to its guests for the Double Fifth Festival. I'm just taking this opportunity to offer it to Your Highness."

Empress Zhangsun looked at the sachet that was presented to her, sniffed it lightly with her delicate nose, and seemed to smell the stench of sweat as well.

She couldn't help but frown slightly, wondering what kind of trick this kid was up to now.

Although she was full of disgust, she couldn't show it on her face, so she could only give a dry laugh.

"Zhengdao, you've put your heart into this!"

"Your Highness, this bathhouse has another advertisement that says there is a copper clasp in the sachet with an inscription on it. The prize is awarded according to the words written on it, and the highest prize is one hundred strings of cash."

"Oh!" Empress Zhangsun's eyes lit up.

She immediately took out a sachet, opened it, and found a copper clasp inside with the character "吉" (auspicious) engraved on it.

Yang Zhengdao bowed again: "I believe that both the Sage and Your Highness are blessed with great fortune, and it is possible that they may even win the grand prize. I offer this blessing as a gesture of respect and wish you good health."

Empress Zhangsun nodded in satisfaction, seemingly forgetting the stench of sweat mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees.

"Hmm, not bad! Ado's thoughtfulness is appreciated!"

Yang Zhengdao was taken aback when he heard that the form of address had been changed again.

Your Majesty, you've changed!

No! It's only today that I've seen your true colors.

The way the title was changed was so smooth, it was almost on par with Li Erfeng.

However, the fact that he was able to receive this thousand-string fee was entirely due to Zhang Anan's efforts behind the scenes.

It was the immense popularity of "Lianpingchun" that prompted the Shandong gentry to spend so much.

So it's reasonable to give half to the couple.

Even though I think that way, it still hurts to spend the money.

Since that's the case, then everyone who sees it should get a share!

Yang Zhengdao bowed again: "Your Highness, I have another request. May I choose one of these five sachets to give to Azhi on my behalf?"

Empress Zhangsun was taken aback; this boy still remembered Ah Zhi.

She naturally felt embarrassed to refuse, since it was Erlang's idea.

If Erlang hadn't been constantly egging her on, she really wouldn't have had the nerve to take advantage of the younger generation.

Erlang said that this kid has been making a lot of money lately, and if he doesn't bring some over to save for Azhi, it will inevitably be squandered elsewhere.

She thought Erlang's words made sense.

It was all for the sake of those two little ones. Since he had spoken up, we might as well grant his wish.

Thinking of this, she smiled and agreed, "Of course, she'll get a share."

"I've heard that His Majesty and His Highness cherish A-Zhi the most. On this Double Fifth Festival, I imagine His Majesty and His Highness will each bestow another one upon her."

Empress Zhangsun was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this.

You little rascal, I bet you're just using my flowers to curry favor!

No wonder Ah Zhi secretly said that this little fool is a shameless bad guy!

What a shameless person! They sent a total of 500 strings of cash, but wanted to take back 300 strings to curry favor with Ah Zhi.

She coughed lightly and said with a half-smile, "Ah Dao, I've heard that the food served in the corridors of Wude Hall is even more lavish than the lunch at Lizheng Hall."

Fine, don't give it to me then! It's even dangerous now!?

No wonder he shared a bed with Li Erfeng.

Yang Zhengdao immediately admitted defeat: "Your Highness misunderstands! Misunderstanding! The lunch here is much better than what you'd expect!"

Empress Zhangsun glared at Yang Zhengdao, a smug smile playing on her lips: "Serve the meal!"

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