Three Kingdoms: Start by buying a governor.

She composed herself, gave Cheng Yaojin a deep bow, and said with gratitude in her voice:

"Thank you for your trouble, General Cheng. I have no way to repay this kindness, and I will never forget it."

"Hey! Don't mention it!" Cheng Yaojin waved his hand dismissively. "It's my duty to share the burden with my lord! Hurry up and pack your things. You don't need to bring too much; the Prince's mansion has everything! I'll personally escort you there; I guarantee you'll be all set!"

For the next half day, Cheng Yaojin was even more attentive than if he were getting married.

He personally supervised the maid packing her luggage, even inspecting Feng Yu's few changes of clothes, and made the maid change them if he thought the colors were too plain.

"When we arrive at the Prince's residence, we'll dress in bright colors, just to please the lord!" he declared confidently.

When arranging the carriage, he even replaced the soft cushions on the road with new ones, and touched them with his own hands, muttering, "Hmm, soft enough, won't be bumpy."

Once everything was ready, he personally rode his horse ahead to clear the way and protect the carriage, heading straight for the Prince of Yan's residence.

The way they were escorting them was like they were some kind of royal relative. The people along the way couldn't help but take a second look, wondering which noble person this was.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the Prince of Yan's residence.

Feng Yu, supported by her maid, got out of the carriage and looked up to see the gilded plaque of "Prince Yan's Mansion," black background with gold characters, majestic and imposing.

Her heart was pounding, and her palms were sweating.

The plaque gleamed in the sunlight, seemingly weighing a ton, making it hard for her to breathe.

However, she quickly took a deep breath and calmed herself down. Since things had come to this, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Old Wang, the steward of the Prince's Mansion, was already waiting at the gate.

Old Wang had been staying at the Prince of Yan's residence for several years, and he handled the welcoming and sending-off affairs most properly.

As soon as he saw Cheng Yaojin leading his men over, he quickly rushed to meet them.

"General Cheng!" Old Wang first bowed respectfully to Cheng Yaojin, then turned to Feng Yu and bent down, smiling kindly. "Miss Feng, this old servant has been waiting for you here for a long time on the orders of my lord. You must be tired from your journey, please come in."

Cheng Yaojin was even more pleased with himself when he saw that everything had been arranged.

He smiled at Feng Yu and said:

"Miss Feng, please go in without worry. Steward Wang has been working at the Wang residence for several years and is extremely reliable. If you need anything, just tell him. I'll head back now and come see you another day!"

Feng Yu quickly curtsied to Cheng Yaojin again to thank him, and then followed Steward Wang, lifting her skirt and carefully walking into the gate of the Prince of Yan's mansion.

Butler Wang was indeed very attentive.

He had already prepared a spacious and exquisite courtyard for Feng Yu, not far from Liu Ce's main courtyard, only a short walk away.

The furniture and bedding in the room were all new; the mahogany tables and desks, the carved bed, and even the curtains were made of the finest Shu brocade...

I even specially scented it with her favorite pear blossom fragrance; it's light and pleasant to smell.

Fresh fruit and hot tea were laid out on the table, along with a plate of exquisitely made osmanthus cake, clearly freshly made in the kitchen.

She was also provided with maids and servants: two personal maids and four maids who did odd jobs. They were all quick and efficient and greeted her with smiles.

Butler Wang also specifically instructed: "Miss Feng has just arrived. If there's anything you're not used to, just say so. Don't make yourself suffer."

Everything was so perfect that there wasn't a single flaw.

Seeing all this, Feng Yu finally felt relieved.

She sat on the soft couch by the window, looking through the window at the crabapple tree in full bloom in the courtyard, feeling both nervous and with a sense of inexplicable anticipation.

The afternoon sun was just right, casting dappled light through the crabapple trees in the courtyard.

Feng Yu was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, lost in thought, her mind filled with her predicament.

With my father gone, in this chaotic world, I simply can't survive on my own with just this face.

None of those who coveted her beauty were truly kind to her. Only Liu Ce, the Prince of Yan, who held power over the world and whose reputation for benevolence spread throughout the land, was the only person she could rely on.

Just then, footsteps came from the courtyard gate, along with the sound of guards bowing respectfully.

"My lord."

Feng Yu's heart tightened, and she quickly stood up, bowing her head as she went to greet them.

She bowed respectfully to Liu Cefu, her voice as soft as water, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor:

"This humble woman, Feng Yu, greets Your Highness, the Prince of Yan."

Liu Ce stepped forward, gently took her hand, and gestured for her to stand up.

His fingertips touched her slightly cool hand, and he could feel her slight trembling, so he softened his tone.

Only then did he take a closer look at the girl in front of him...

With delicate features, red lips, and white teeth, she looked gentle and charming in a light green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

She speaks softly and gently, clearly a well-mannered young lady from a prominent family.

No wonder Cheng Yaojin rushed to send it back; he certainly had good taste.

"Get up, no need for formalities," Liu Ce said with a smile. "Cheng Yaojin has told me everything about you. You've been wronged by Dong Zhuo's rebellion. From now on, this is your home, so don't feel constrained. If you need anything, just tell Steward Wang, or you can tell me directly."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yu felt a lump in her throat and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Since her father's death and the chaos in Luoyang, she has been living a life of constant wandering and anxiety, and no one has ever told her, "This is your home."

My heart was filled with a mixture of warmth and sorrow, and I almost burst into tears.

She nodded heavily, but something seemed to be stuck in her throat, preventing her from speaking.

Seeing her eyes redden, Liu Ce didn't say anything more, but gently took her hand and led her for a stroll in the backyard.

"Look, the crabapple trees in this yard were just planted this spring," he said, pointing to the tree full of pink and white blossoms, his tone casual as if he were chatting with someone. "They'll definitely look even more beautiful next spring."

Feng Yu followed his finger and saw a tree full of blossoms, pink and tender, looking especially beautiful in the sunlight.

"There are koi in the pond ahead," Liu Ce said, pulling her forward. "You can feed them when you're free. Butler Wang has fish food; just ask him for some. But those fish are quite clever; they'll swarm around anyone they see."

Feng Yu couldn't help but laugh, imagining the fish crowding together to fight for food.

"There are a lot of flowers and plants in the greenhouse on the east side," Liu Ce continued. "If you like, you can take care of them. They are all easy to grow, just need to be watered."

He spoke casually and gently, without the slightest air of superiority.

Like an ordinary husband showing his new wife around their yard, he chatters on and on, but it warms the heart.

Feng Yu was a little nervous at first, but as she listened to his gentle voice and felt his warm, supportive hand, her anxiety gradually dissipated.

She gradually relaxed and responded to his words with a smile: "When I was a child, I also grew flowers at home. I had a jasmine plant and watered it every day, but I watered it too much and the roots rotted."