They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 247 Gift of Green Silk

Chu Qiu: ? He didn't understand, and was also greatly shocked!

"In my opinion, we can take the eldest grandson and Young Master Fang with us. The journey to Xiao Rong is fraught with danger."

"Using one's true appearance is probably not appropriate. Changsun's disguise skills are superb and can be of great use."

"What use would Fang Yuerong be?"

"Young Master Fang is a seasoned and shrewd businessman, skilled in dealing with people and situations in the business world, and he is better at it than we are."

"Then what use are you?"

"Protect His Highness closely."

"Isn't there Chu Yu?"

"Her responsibility is to protect those two princes."

"Oh, then come in and help me scrub my back. These girls are too clumsy; I'm afraid they'll hurt my wound."

All of the above was just setup, right?

This brings us back to the main point. No way! He stood outside with his sword, his face icy cold.

Wu Ziyan was just joking with him; she didn't actually want him to come in.

If he were to come in, then she would have to treat him differently.

After a while, she changed her clothes and came out of the bathroom with her hair down.

Her hair was still damp with water droplets, and Chu Qiu glanced at her, as if he could see steam rising from her body.

"Your Highness, be careful not to catch a cold."

"I'm going back to my room right away and have the servants bring out the stove, even though it seems a bit early now."

"Yeah, I reckon it won't be long before the first snow falls."

"But when it snows in the capital, we may already be on our way to Xiao Rong."

"Go back first today. Pack some clothes and other things you need to take. It would be best to bring some hidden weapons and plenty of medicine for injuries."

Chu Qiu responded, touched the end of her hair, and then turned and left.

After he left, Wu Ziyan felt a cold wind blow on her body. She rubbed her hands together and shivered.

She quickly lifted her skirt, hurried back to her room, and found a cloak to wrap herself in.

Chu Qiu did not go straight back, but instead went to the Han residence.

If you need to bring medicine for injuries, you should naturally ask Han Yuxiu, a professional.

It was raining, and Han Yuxiu sat on the porch under the eaves, holding a hand warmer, exhaling a puff of white breath.

Hearing someone knocking on the door, he wondered who would come to the remote Han residence.

I walked across the courtyard with an umbrella, opened the door, and saw Chu Qiu standing there.

"How did you come?"

"Your Highness has been sent as an envoy to Xiao Rong by the Empress. She said she wanted to bring some medicine for her injuries."

"I think you should prepare these things and then hand them over to her."

"You mean you want to go with us?"

"I've been appointed to go."

"Oh... I'll ask my mother about Xiao Rong's situation. Has she made any plans? Where should I send her directly?"

Surprisingly, Han Yuxiu didn't argue with Chu Qiu; instead, he remained remarkably calm.

It was mainly because of his mother, who told him about the political intricacies of the power struggle among the princes.

He cannot indulge in romantic love all the time.

"Thank you."

"I should thank you for informing me, otherwise Wu Ziyan definitely wouldn't have planned to leave without telling us. Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

"No need, I have other things to attend to. Goodbye."

Han Yuxiu closed the door, but still clenched his fist.

Thinking about what Wu Ziyan meant by sending Chu Qiulai, had she forgotten what she said?

He turned to go back and look through the books when his mother came out of the room with her hands behind her back.

When asked who had just visited, he said it was Chu Qiu who had come and told him that Wu Ziyan was going to be an envoy to Xiao Rong and asked him to prepare some medicinal herbs.

“Yu Xiu, being the man behind the princess is very hard. If you don’t want to, you can stay at home and be your mother’s good son.”

"Mother, she promised me, and I believe she will keep her promise."

in the afternoon

After the two Sima brothers finished talking about their feelings, Sima Lingchuan returned to his room.

They found Wu Ziyan wrapped in an outer robe, sitting cross-legged on a chaise longue, with charcoal fire in front of him.

It's definitely too early to start a fire now.

She looked up and saw Sima Lingchuan come in, then patted the empty seat next to her.

He walked over and sat down, and she leaned into his arms.

"Has Chu Qiu gone back?"

"Well, I don't know when we'll set off for Xiaorong, and I don't know how long the trip will take. Anyway, it's very dangerous, so I can't take you with me."

"Don't worry, leave everything at home to me."

"By the way, when I came back from Manluo last time, I mentioned that I was going to the Han residence to discuss marriage."

"Although these days have been eventful, we must not forget this matter."

She grabbed his hair and twirled it around her fingers.

I really can't break my promise. Now that we've lost our house, marrying him is unrealistic.

"Lingchuan, what do you suggest we do? Jiu'an Prefecture is gone now."

"You can send a token of your consent."

"That's right, why don't we send the engagement letter first? But we don't have any gifts, so it would be awkward to just send a piece of paper."

"There is an antidote bead in the mansion, which was bestowed by the Empress."

"They were also rescued from the fire this time, so they'll be sent along with the hiring form. Ziyan, you can write a personal letter."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say, Lingchuan."

She brushed his hair against his cheek, then against her own nose, sneezed, and hissed... her wound hurt.

Sima Lingchuan's eyes were full of tenderness as he helped her fix her hair, gently stroking it. Suddenly, Wu Ziyan sat up.

Sima Lingchuan stared at her, wondering what was wrong with her all of a sudden. She turned to look at him and asked him to bring her the scissors.

"Ziyan, what do you need the scissors for?"

"Guess."

He shook his head, but still stood up and went to the table to get her scissors. Before he even came over, she asked him to get her a purse.

He then realized that he thought the antidote bead wasn't valuable enough and wanted to cut off his own hair to give it to him.

It is only right to give one's hair to a lover.

He gripped the scissors tightly, took a deep breath, and sat down next to Wu Ziyan with his purse in hand.

But Wu Ziyan grabbed a lock of his hair and cut it off, then cut off his own.

"That way, wherever I go, I'll feel like you're by my side. Here, take this."

He had been overthinking things; it turned out they wanted to exchange hair with him.

His lips trembled; this was more precious than any gift.

"Ziyan, your hair is so precious."

"That way, even if I'm outside, you'll feel like I'm right beside you."

"I really want to keep you by my side, but the circumstances don't allow it."

"It's alright, this is enough."

"Then I'll leave Jiu'an Prefecture to you, Lingchuan. Thank you for your hard work."

She hugged his waist, burying her head in it; his scent was comforting.

The two sat there quietly for a while, and it felt like the world was at peace.

But she didn't know that someone was eavesdropping, and a lark went back to report to Mo Baiyun.

She told him she had cut her hair and sent it to Sima Lingchuan. His expression was subtle after hearing this. Was he jealous?

But his injury hadn't healed yet, and he couldn't rush back to see her right away.

Even during the fire, he was powerless to help, but thankfully she was unharmed.

Otherwise, he would definitely make those two die a horrible death!