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Yang Xiwen also responded: "I am willing to spend my whole life with you, young lady, and never leave you."

Yang Zhen wanted to settle the relationship between the two as soon as possible, so he sent a matchmaker to Yang Xiwen's home. However, she was rejected by Yang Xiwen's mother. This happened three times. After that, Yang Zhen had no choice but to take such a shameless approach.

Even though the two of them had a mutual understanding, Yang Xiwen's mother and father adhered to the old law that people with the same surname could not marry, and they made things difficult for Yang Zhen everywhere.

Song Xiang glanced at everyone and said softly, "Marriage should be based on mutual affection. Since two people truly love each other, why should they be bound by the old laws?"

Yang Xiwen quickly bowed to the princess and said, "Your Highness, I hope you can persuade my parents to let Ah Zhen and I be together!"

Song Xiang looked at Yang Xiwen: "Are you really determined to marry him?"

Yang Xiwen nodded firmly: "I have made up my mind. I only want to be with Ah Zhen for the rest of my life."

Song Xiang looked at Yang Zhen and asked, "What about you? Will you treat me sincerely?"

Yang Zhen said with a determined look, "Don't worry, Your Highness. I will treat Xi Wen wholeheartedly. If I break my oath today, I will be struck by lightning!"

Seeing this, Song Xiang had already made a decision in his mind.

"In this case, I will make the decision for you."

Song Xiang first said to Yang Xiwen's mother and father in a dignified tone: "Now that the new dynasty has a new atmosphere, the old laws have been abolished, and we should follow the trend of the times. Moreover, these two people are truly in love. If we forcibly separate them, it may go against human nature and justice."

When Yang Xiwen's mother and father heard this, they looked embarrassed, but they did not dare to disobey the princess's orders.

Seeing that Yang Xiwen's mother and father were still hesitant, Song Xiang slowed down his tone and said, "I know very well that you value your family's reputation and human relations, but true love is hard to find. Moreover, your two families have the same surname but are from different clans, and you are not blood relatives. Even if you get married, it will not affect the reproduction of female heirs."

"Why don't you just listen to me and agree to them?"

"If you insist on stopping me, I can only report this matter to His Majesty and let His Majesty make the decision."

When Yang Xiwen's parents heard that their plan would alarm the emperor, they were terrified and quickly knelt down to apologize, expressing their willingness to allow Yang Xiwen and Yang Zhen to get married.

Song Xiang continued, "That's great. On the wedding day, I will personally send you a generous gift to congratulate you. In the future, both of your two families must live in harmony and must not create any more grudges over this matter."

Thus, with Song Xiang's clever solution, the engagement of Yang Zhen and Yang Xiwen went smoothly, and thus became a beautiful story.

After resolving the matter, Song Xiang got back on the carriage and drove towards the princess's mansion amid the kneeling of the people.

As soon as he got off the carriage, Lu Zhu came up to him and said, "Your Highness, the second script has been delivered to Master Xin. Master Xin's servant asked Da Zhuang to bring a note. Please take a look!"

Song Xiang took it in his hand and stopped before entering the door.

It was written: "The moon is above the treetops, we are meeting after dusk in the back garden of Longju, looking forward to meeting Nan Xiangzi!"

"Lüzhu, where is Longju?"

"Your Highness, Longju is a small courtyard of the Xin family in Pingkangfang."

"Pingkangfang?" Song Xiang asked doubtfully, "Isn't that where Western Hu merchants gather? How come his family has a small courtyard in Pingkangfang!"

"Your Highness, this courtyard of the Xin family has existed since the previous dynasty, and I am not very clear about it!"

Song Xiang thought about it, and then ordered Lu Zhu, "Gather the idle servants in the yard and go to the garden to pick some dandelion juice for me!"

"Also, ask someone to go out and buy some pig blood!"

"Yes!" After receiving the order, Luzhu quickly went to gather people.

Song Xiang went to the bedroom alone, asked Taohong to fetch some water, and took a bath and washed up.

Then he took out the clothes he brought from Xuanyang, found a slightly ordinary set, and put it on.

By the evening, the two groups of people who were sent out had arrived.

Song Xiang took the dandelion juice in the glass bottle and the pig's blood in the porcelain bowl, waved away everyone, and started tinkering with it.

She mixed two drops of fresh pig blood with the white juice of dandelion, made an extremely ugly scar on her face, and used stone ink to draw eyebrows and eye makeup. After making sure that Xin Fusu could not recognize her, she happily agreed to the appointment.

This time she did not bring Yunque and the guards, but only Taohong. On the way, she specifically reminded Taohong not to reveal the secret and not to speak without restraint.

Taohong called Song Xiang playfully, "Miss Nanxiang!"

Song Xiang responded in a pretentious manner: "Don't be disrespectful in front of Master Xin!"

Taohong bent over with laughter.

Because of the large number of Hu merchants gathered in Pingkangfang, the curfew system was not strict. Therefore, after the curfew, Pingkangfang was brightly lit with red candles and filled with the laughter of the Kushi people and Hu girls.

Xin Fusu sat at the stone table in Longju, holding a storybook in his hands. He was immersed in the wonderful stories in the storybook and had infinite admiration for Nan Xiangzi, who wrote the storybook.

In order to meet the talented Nan Xiangzi, he disregarded secular views and etiquette and made an appointment with Nan Xiangzi to meet here.

As the evening glow gradually faded and night fell quietly, someone knocked on the wooden door of Longju, and Xin Fusu finally waited for the Nan Xiangzi he had been thinking about.

Yao Wen went to open the door and greet this distinguished guest who was praised highly by the young master.

The moonlight is like water, the night breeze blows gently, and the willow branches sway slowly.

Soon, a girl wearing a tight-fitting gown made of colored gauze and embroidered with gold threads came slowly behind Yao Wen.

To others, her face was covered with black scars, like a dim star in the night sky, but her eyes were as bright as stars, just like a deep lake sparkling with agility and intelligence.

She has a graceful figure, light steps, and exudes a unique charm in her every move.

Xin Fusu was wearing a blue cross-collared tight-fitting robe with Suzhou embroidery cloud patterns. His face was like the Mid-Autumn moon, his complexion was like flowers in the spring morning, his hair was as sharp as a knife, and his eyebrows were as black as ink painting. He and Song Xiang, who was approaching slowly, looked like a perfect match.

He stood up and stared quietly at the person behind Yao Wen with an expectant look.

However, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable disappointment in his heart. He had imagined that Nan Xiangzi should be a beautiful and graceful woman, but the person standing in front of him was a girl with a black scar on her face.

His gaze lingered briefly on the black scar, and he sighed inwardly: I didn't expect Nan Xiangzi to look like this, he's too scary.

But then, he felt ashamed of his somewhat superficial thoughts. After all, what he admired was Nan Xiangzi's talent.

Xin Fusu pretended to be calm, but a hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

But soon, he adjusted his expression, tried to force a smile, bowed and said: "I have heard of your great name for a long time. It is my honor to meet you today."

Song Xiang bowed slightly in return, his voice as clear as a bell: "You are welcome, sir."

Xin Fusu suppressed his inner disappointment and asked impatiently, "In the Journey to the West written by the girl, the Monkey King went to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea to ask for weapons. I wonder what happened next?"