Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1207
Chapter 1207: Chapter 1198: The Lin Clan's Young Men Tease Two Princes_1 Chapter 1207: Chapter 1198: The Lin Clan's Young Men Tease Two Princes_1 Ji Liuyun gently brushed the memorial with his fingers, his eyes flickering: “Your Majesty has not yet come of age, and the Duke of Zhen would not agree.”
“What does not having come of age matter?”
Xu Wei grinned, looking utterly obnoxious: “Just finalize the marriage first, wait for Your Majesty to come of age in a few years, then hold the wedding.”
“It's not as easy as you think.”
Ji Liuyun glanced at him diagonally, smiled suddenly, pun intended: “They haven't yet experienced the prowess of the young Lin clansmen. Soon, they won't be able to laugh.”
*
As Ji Liuyun predicted, since the princes sent for marriage alliances by Xichu and Nanxun expressed admiration for the Emperor in public, they have had never-ending misfortunes.
The Xichu Prince visited the Drunken Immortal Pavilion and somehow slipped on the stairs, rolling down to the ground, battered and covered in dust.
The Nanxun Prince, on a horseback outing, startled his horse at a suburban farm outside the Capital City and fell to the ground, nearly breaking one of his front teeth.
The Xichu Prince, having lost interest in drinking and listening to music, tried to clear his mind at the Temple Fair. As he passed the Stone Arch Bridge, he fell into a ditch due to the crowded flow of people.
The Nanxun Prince returned disheartened from the farm. While on horseback past the city gate, a flowerpot fell from the sky and landed on the ground.
The mount was startled once again, throwing the prince to the ground, causing him to roll over and crash into a passerby before finally steadying himself.
The two princes lost face and became the laughingstock of the Capital City.
No longer displaying the same spirit as before, they hid in the posthouse, not daring to show their faces.
*
“Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!”
At the Drunken Immortal Pavilion's private room on the second floor, He Yao laughed heartily in front of familiar young nobles: “You haven't seen the sour, exasperated expression on the Xichu prince's face when he crawled out of the ditch covered in mud. Words cannot describe it.”
“Only the young men of the Lin Clan would dare to make fun of them.”
Lin Jinyun's brother, the King of Qi, stationed in the south for many years, sighed: “Everyone else fears inciting trouble between their countries. Who would dare pull a hair from a tiger's tail?”
“What about pulling hair?”
Li Mulin's brother, the legitimate grandson of the General's Mansion, Li Jian, made a displeased gesture of cutting meat with a knife.
“If they dare to covet the goddess of our Fengqi Empire with impure intentions again, it won't just be pulling hairs. We'll cut off their tails entirely!”
“I say it's well done.”
He Yao agreed, laughing: “The Emperor is the goddess of our Fengqi Empire, peerlessly graceful and noble. No one is a match for her, and she cannot be tarnished by anyone, especially those impure toads hiding under the guise of a marriage alliance.”
“Right!”
Li Jian raised both hands in agreement: “The Emperor is our Fengqi Empire's goddess and cannot marry a foreign prince. They're not worthy!”
“You two just follow the crowd.”
The King of Qi shook his head helplessly, rolling his eyes at the two men.
*
Xuanyuan Qing was frightened; after hearing the heart-wrenching news of the Flower Appreciation Banquet she fell ill due to a double trauma.
Lin Jinyun personally invited Valley Master Mo of the Medicine King Valley to treat her at the posthouse.
Xuanyuan Qing lay unconscious on the bed, her face pale and her breath weak, like a fragile porcelain doll.
The image of her clumsily climbing the tree to pick up a kite flashed in Lin Jinyun's mind, his heart softened for a brief moment.
His gaze fell on the shallow scratches on her wrist, and a surge of anger welled up within him.
“The Crown Princess's condition is not severe. She needs to drink a few doses of medicinal soup and rest in bed. In less than ten days, she will be healed.”
Valley Master Mo diagnosed her condition, wrote the prescription swiftly with a wave of his pen.
Chapter end
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