The beauty is delicate and soft, and he madly criticizes the powerful officials for taking her as th

"This hairpin." Yuan Ziyu moved her lips, a trace of panic filling her heart, "Who gave it to the empress?"

"Which one?" As a noble concubine, Yu Tingwan was naturally not so simple as to have just a hairpin on her head.

Yuan Ziyu didn't care so much, reached out and took off the unsightly lotus hairpin, held it tightly in his hand, and squeezed out a smile, "This."

"Something happened when I was with the princess earlier, so King Wei sent this hairpin to apologize." Yu Tingwan saw that his face was pale and asked in confusion: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yuan Ziyu lowered his eyes, his usually open-minded eyes adding a gloomy look.

How could he not know that Pei Zhi would apologize to others and even give him a hairpin? As a foreign minister, why should he give something like this?

"It's okay." Yuan Ziyu's voice was a little erratic, "Madam, I'm just passing by Yilan Hall to bring you something."

He took out a small inkstone and said, "When I was in Donghai County, someone gave me this Taibai Star Inkstone. I thought maybe the empress would like it."

When Yuan Ziyu was at Yu's house, she heard that Yu Tingwan liked to collect inkstones. Now that she is interested in collecting inkstones, she doesn't think she will refuse.

"This thing is precious. It's better for Governor Yuan to keep it for himself."

Yuan Ziyu had a lump in her throat and wanted to ask her why you could accept Pei Zhi's things but not mine. In the end, she swallowed her words and silently put away the inkstone.

As soon as we returned to Yuan Mansion, several servants came up and whispered: "Where have you gone, Master? The eldest lady is very angry."

"I know." Yuan Ziyu walked into Mrs. Yuan's courtyard with a cold look, and said with a salute: "Greetings to mother, I'm a little tired today, so I'm going back to rest first."

"Jue'er." Mrs. Yuan sat on the stone bench, and the maid beside her squeezed her shoulders. "As soon as you came back, you wanted to enter the palace, but are you still thinking about that person?"

"My son just went to visit his aunt." Yuan Ziyu said after a moment of silence.

A tea cup flew straight towards him and shattered to pieces at his feet.

Seeing that he was untouched, Mrs. Yuan was so angry that she pointed at him and cursed: "How could I give birth to a son like you? Governor Zheng went to Chang'an yesterday, and you didn't try to save him. You only wanted to meet that...that woman."

"What does it have to do with me if the Zheng family cancels the engagement?" Yuan Ziyu looked indifferent, "That is not the marriage that my son asked for. It's okay to cancel the marriage."

Mrs. Yuan hates that iron cannot be made into steel, "You go around saying that you are a wife-suppressant, and the Zheng family has divorced, who will dare to marry you then."

"Then let's not get married."

Yuan Ziyu turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by her mother, "Yuan Jue! Leaving in front of your parents, is this the filial piety you learned?"

An unfilial hat was pulled down. Yuan Ziyu closed his eyes, turned around and knelt down without hesitation. The large and small broken porcelain pieces on the ground dug into his knees, and the blood soaked the floor tiles.

"My son is unfilial. Thank you for your mother's teachings."

Mrs. Yuan hurriedly asked her servant to help him up, "Go and call the doctor quickly."

Yuan Ziyu is a scholar and comes from a noble family. He has never suffered any physical pain. Today, a piece of porcelain was pierced into his skin. His painful forehead is sweating, but at least he is awake a lot. He is not as dazed as when he just came back from the palace.

Yuan Qi knew about this after returning from Prince Wei's Mansion. He pushed open the door of Yuan Ziyu's room and said with a smile: "What's the matter? Why are you so angry?"

"Brother Lao is concerned."

"Why are you so unfamiliar today? You used to call me eldest brother, but today you call me eldest brother." Yuan Qi reached out and touched his younger brother's forehead, suspecting that he was sick.

Yuan Ziyu was silent for a moment and asked: "Brother, what do you think of King Wei?"

Yuan Qi looked stunned and sat next to him, his tone mixed with undisguised excitement.

"Follow the King of Wei and you will achieve eternal fame."

As the eldest son and the next head of the Yuan family in Runan, Yuan Qi has always been cautious about his side and chose Pei Zhi early in the morning.

But the talented people around Pei Zhi were like crucian carp crossing the river, so he lived in seclusion and gained a reputation as an aloof, waiting only for the King of Wei to invite him.

Yuan Ziyu looked at his eldest brother and said calmly: "Brother, do you remember that I persuaded you to join the King of Wei before?"

"Naturally remember."

"At that time, I made a deal with the King of Wei. Yu Tingwan would return to me, and the Yuan family would be loyal to him." Yuan Ziyu saw his brother's face change, and continued with a forced smile: "Mother will not tell you that before the imperial concubine enters the capital, , I wanted to ask to marry her, but my mother never agreed."

Yuan Qi didn't take it seriously and said helplessly: "You hurt yourself like this just because of this?"

"Why do you need mother's consent? After a few years, I can earn my brother's merit by serving as a dragon, and I can arrange your marriage for you."

The eldest brother is like his father, and if Pei Zhiruo ascends the throne, he will inevitably knight Yuan Qi. At that time, Yuan Qi will be the legitimate head of the family, and it only takes a few words to help his younger brother find a wife.

"It's too late." Yuan Ziyu's voice was like a wandering spirit, "The King of Wei has taken a fancy to her."

Yuan Qi, who had a calm and calm temperament, could not resist these words. He was so frightened that he knocked off the porcelain cup on the table with a shaking hand.

"How is it possible?" Yuan Qi blurted out, but Yu Tingwan's gorgeous face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he was momentarily stuck.

He was thinking about his dead wife and practicing Taoism, so he was not interested in beauty. But after all, King Wei was a man, and he was still an inexperienced man.

What Yuan Ziyu said may be true.

"I grew up with him, and I am very familiar with the lotus pattern. King Wei was arrogant and thought that other people's lotus paintings were dull and tacky, so he painted them himself." Yuan Ziyu seemed to have thought of something, pinched his palms and said: "When he was young, he had a favorite The sparrow is kept in a pure gold birdcage. I have seen that the lotus pattern on the cage is exactly the same as that on the imperial concubine's hairpin."

Yuan Ziyu has an excellent memory and is good at painting. He will never remember wrongly.

"Tzuyu, listen to my brother's advice." Yuan Qi's hands were trembling slightly as he pressed Yuan Ziyu's shoulders, "If it's anything else, brother can think of a way, but... you'd better give up."

"No, I have to ask him personally."

Yuan Ziyu became stubborn and could not be persuaded by anyone. Regardless of the fact that the wound on her knee was still bleeding, she wanted to go out.

"Stop him!" Yuan Qi shouted and ordered his servant to close the door.

"Tzuyu, you can be as informal as you like, but you can't drag the entire Yuan family into the pit of fire."

Yuan Qi grabbed Yuan Ziyu's sleeve and said seriously: "Do you think you just asked him for a woman? You are blatantly offending him."

"Maybe I guessed wrong." Yuan Ziyu's throat rolled and the corners of his eyes turned red, "I have to ask."

"You can't ask." Yuan Qi was so angry that his veins popped out, "Even if he has no intention of caring about the imperial concubine, you can't go."

"If you go and ask, the lord will know your suspicions. Even though you suspect that he likes the imperial concubine, you still dare to ask for her." Yuan Qi took a deep breath, "After he understands this, no matter whether he likes it or not, If you like the imperial concubine, you are doomed."

"What will King Wei do to me? The worst case scenario is to kill me." Yuan Ziyu glanced deeply at his brother, "Although King Wei is cold and ruthless, he does not kill indiscriminately. He will not anger the entire Yuan family."

Yuan Ziyu rode to Prince Wei's Mansion. On the way, he felt the wound was bleeding again. When he arrived at the door, the officials who came and went were startled when they saw him dragging his bloody leg while walking.

Pei Zhi was in the study, burning the letter sent by Dragon Slayer Guard today to ashes. Hearing Yuan Ziyu's embarrassment, he chuckled lightly.

He ordered the attendants on the side: "Call the doctor and wait outside."