Her Highness Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore

Princess Ningyang was very pleased to receive the New Year gift sent by King Zhao.

She asked about King Zhao's recent situation.

"I heard that Ji'er has been ill recently. Is it serious? Have you had the imperial doctor see it?"

Gao Shan strictly followed Zhao Wang's instructions and kept his mouth shut.

Seeing this, Princess Ningyang couldn't help frowning: "I asked you something, why didn't you answer? Could it be that Ji'er is seriously ill?"

Gao Shan still did not speak.

Gao Shan had no choice but to speak until Princess Ningyang lowered her face and asked sternly.

"Please forgive me, Your Highness, the princess. It's not that the slaves are unwilling to speak, but His Royal Highness King Zhao does not allow the slaves to speak. The slaves dare not disobey His Royal Highness Zhao's orders. Please don't make things difficult for the slaves, Your Highness the Princess."

After speaking, he knelt down, as if he would rather die than obey King Zhao's instructions.

Princess Ningyang became more and more worried.

Could it be that King Zhao is really seriously ill?

She stood up immediately: "Come on, I want to go to Prince Zhao's Mansion to take a look in person."

...

Li Ji was not surprised at all by the arrival of Princess Ningyang.

Because that's what he wanted.

He opened his mouth to call his grandmother, then lowered his head and coughed.

Princess Ningyang hurriedly asked someone to pour a cup of hot tea for King Zhao.

Li Ji took the teacup and took two sips of hot tea, only then did he feel his throat feel better.

Princess Ningyang was very distressed: "You have been sick for several days, why are you still not getting better?"

Li Ji's voice was hoarse: "I feel better already, grandma, don't worry too much."

Princess Ningyang sighed.

"You are my only grandson, how can I not worry?"

Li Ji: "It's not a coincidence, I just fell ill at this time, so that I couldn't even finish what the sage told me."

Princess Ningyang: "Are you talking about repairing the Ancestral Temple? Just leave those matters to the second and fifth princes. They are not young anymore, and it's time for them to experience themselves."

Li Ji: "The second prince and the fifth prince still have too little experience. The Taimiao is not an ordinary place, and someone must watch it, so as not to cause any trouble when they don't notice it for a while."

Princess Ningyang: "You don't need to worry about this. The Taimiao is repaired almost every year. The Ministry of Industry is very proficient in this matter, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Li Ji: "I'm worried that there will be too many people. What if someone damages something in the Taimiao? It's better to put away the valuable things in the Taimiao first."

Princess Ningyang laughed: "What valuable things can there be in the ancestral temple? You think too much."

Li Ji said half-jokingly.

"But when I was a child, I heard some rumors that there were treasures hidden in the Taimiao. I was young and ignorant at that time, so I believed it to be true. I thought I would look for it in the Taimiao if I had the chance."

Princess Ningyang showed helplessness: "Aside from memorial tablets in the Taimiao, there are incense sticks and paper money. You must have been cheated."

Li Ji looked into her eyes, but didn't hear any voice from her heart.

It seems that what she said at this time is all true.

Li Ji stopped probing and turned to talk about other things.

Princess Ningyang hesitated again and again but couldn't help asking, "Will you go back to the Duke of Zhen's mansion for the Chinese New Year this year?"

Li Ji remained silent.

If he returns to the Duke of Zhen's mansion, it means that he has to face Princess Rouwan.

As long as he thought of that woman, her eyes full of hatred would appear in his mind.

He closed his eyes and whispered.

"No return."

Princess Ningyang tried to persuade: "Your mother is just a son like you. If you don't go back, she will have to celebrate the new year alone. How pitiful."

Li Ji spit out a word lightly.

"She doesn't need me."

Princess Ningyang let out a long sigh: "Hey, how did your own mother and son get into this trouble?"

Li Ji turned his head and looked out the window.

Snowflakes fluttered outside the window, and the pine trees in the yard were covered with snow, with icicles of different lengths hanging down from the branches.

His eyes were colder than those icicles.

When Princess Ningyang left Prince Zhao's Mansion, the snow had stopped.

She got into the carriage with the help of the maid.

The carriage started and returned the same way.

Princess Ningyang leaned on the soft pillow and closed her eyes to rest, involuntarily thinking of what King Zhao said just now.

King Zhao said that when he was a child, he heard that there were treasures hidden in the Taimiao.

She didn't remember any treasures in the Taimiao.

She remembered something else.

There are rumors that the first emperor hid something in the Taimiao before his death.

But the Taimiao is renovated every year. If there is really something hidden in it, it must have been dug out long ago.

So, rumors are just rumors and should not be true.

...

Three days later, construction of the Taimiao officially started.

The second prince Li Hao and the fifth prince Li Yan were present in person, and the groundbreaking ceremony was very grand.

After careful recuperation, Li Ji's condition gradually improved.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, the mansion has bought a lot of new year's goods, and the lanterns under the eaves have also been replaced with red.

On a whim, Hua Manman cut a lot of window grilles and pasted them on the windows.

After some decorations, the entire palace looks beaming, full of the atmosphere of the New Year.

Since the death of his father, Li Ji spent the Chinese New Year at the border every year. The conditions at the border are difficult. The so-called Chinese New Year means that the soldiers gather together to drink and eat meat. Every time, many soldiers cry while drinking, saying that they want to home.

Li Ji was probably the only one present who didn't feel homesick.

Because his family had been completely torn apart after the war five years ago.

For Li Ji, the only meaning of Chinese New Year is to tell him that the old year is over and the new year is coming.

Hua Manman inserted a large bouquet of bright red plum blossoms into the vase, turned to look at King Zhao, and asked.

"What do you think of these flowers here? Do they look good?"

Li Ji gave an objective evaluation: "Tacky."

Hua Manman hummed: "What, the flowers bloom so lively, what a Chinese New Year atmosphere!"

Then she dug out a basket of persimmons from an unknown corner.

She strung the bright red persimmons into a string with a thin hemp rope, and wanted to hang them on the wall next to the door, but she couldn't hang them due to her limited height.

She could only look at King Zhao with pleading eyes.

Li Ji reached out to take the string of persimmons, stretched out his long arms, and hung them up easily.

Hua Manman admired her masterpiece and said happily.

"It's called good luck!"

Li Ji raised his eyebrows: "You still believe this?"

Hua Manman: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, the important thing is to ask for a good omen."

In addition to persimmons, she also got a potted money tree and put it in the house, and said that the money tree can attract wealth. If you put it at home, the family will be rich in wealth in the coming year.

Li Ji sat beside her and watched her toss around.

She was like a little bee, flying around, trying to decorate her and his nest.

Looking at her cheerful little appearance, Li Ji suddenly had some expectations for the coming New Year.