The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Even though he was the princess, the imperial scholar was also an official of the third rank. The normal tributary students were also promoted from the fifth and sixth rank.

Lu Zhiyao could be said to have reached the sky in one step.

As the son of a slave, even if Lu Zhiyao entered the imperial court, it would be difficult for him to rise in the future. If he had the opportunity to be a rich and idle person, Lu Zhiyao could endure it and accept it.

However, to ask him to marry a fool, he had to hide it in advance. Even if the person was the princess, was this the same as cheating Anyone with a bit of backbone wouldn't be able to endure such humiliation, right?

"Lu LE, I'll be in my room sorting out the official documents. You wait outside the room. If there's any news from the manor, keep me informed. " Lu Zhiyao lowered his eyes.

From the looks of it, his expression didn't look any different

"Yes, young master, " Lu le replied respectfully.

He exited Lu Zhiyao's study. He knew that the young master in the study was definitely not as calm as he appeared to be. He wanted to leave some space for him to digest.

Lu Le stood outside and sighed slightly. Thinking about that silly princess, not only did he feel sorry for his young master.

*

Xia Ling did not know that so many things had happened between grandma and Lu Zhiyao. When she woke up, it was already close to noon.

Being a fool, wanting to eat, wanting to sleep, and having a mother who was doted on by the government, Xia Ling's current life was very relaxed.

She woke up, sat up, and grandma Wang came over to serve her.

The maids brought water and handkerchiefs, one by one, to help Xia Ling get up.

When she looked up, Xia Ling noticed that grandma Li and Zhang Mama were gone.

She looked at grandma Wang, and through Hai Hai Hai, she saw where the two aunties were.

In her mind, Xia Ling saw nanny Li and nanny Zhang kneeling in front of Zhang Guifei, reporting.

Seeing this scene, Xia Ling did not listen, but she could guess what the two nannies were saying to Zhang Guifei.

Last night, she had led Lu Zhiyao and her to consummate their marriage. This matter was too shocking, and the two nannies could not handle it, so they must have reported it to the palace.

Xia Ling was not stupid to begin with. She knew that she and Lu Zhiyao seemed to have been lovers for several lifetimes, so she might as well make the first move, and find a suitable reason for her stupid illness to slowly recover.

She could not be stupid for the rest of her life.

Zhang Guifei would not listen to a fool, and she did not have much sense of presence. Therefore, Xia Ling had to gradually lose the title of silly princess.

*

In the Imperial Concubine's palace.

Zhang Guifei leaned against the palace couch and rubbed a string of agate beads in her hand. The string of dark red beads was coiled on her pale fingertips. This noble and lazy beauty looked like she could not wait to give her heart just by looking at her frowning face She soothed the worry between her eyebrows.

After taking a bold look at Zhang Guifei, nanny Li thought of Princess Fuyu who was in the bridal chamber last night.

The little princess rushed over and hugged Lu Zhiyao's waist. Although her smile was silly, it was full of innocence.

If she was a good person, the little princess would be even more beautiful than Zhang Guifei. Who knew what she would look like... ... It was said that a beautiful woman had a short life. Could it be that Princess Fuyu was born with a silly disease because she was too beautiful ? ?

Looking at Zhang Guifei's frowning expression, nanny Li had been by her side for a long time. Naturally, she knew what she was worried about.

Grandma Li used to have the same complicated feelings as Zhang Guifei, but now she had walked out.

She tried to comfort her.

"Your Highness, the prince consort also ate some wine last night. The smell of the wine has clouded his brain, so he can't tell whether the princess is a good person or not. "