After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

Deep in the quiet courtyard, the moonlight spreads gently like gauze, adding a soft silver glow to the night.

The maid stood by, gently waving a round fan in her hand, her eyes full of deep concern for Fuling, and her voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing through the willow branches in spring.

"My lady, His Royal Highness may be overwhelmed by the affairs of state, but you must not neglect your own health. You have lost your appetite these past few days, and your appearance has faded. I am worried about you, fearing that something bad might happen to you."

After saying that, she sighed softly, with a barely perceptible worry flashing in her eyes.

Before he finished speaking, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the night. Wu Zhihua pushed the door open and walked in, his eyes flashing with indescribable concern and longing for Fuling.

He almost rushed to Fuling and hugged her in his arms desperately, as if he wanted to turn all his thoughts and worries into the strength of this tight hug: "How can you be so careless about yourself? If something happens to you, how can I, Wu Zhihua, have the face to stand in this world!" His voice was low and powerful, and every word revealed deep love and self-blame, as if he wanted to pour all his emotions into this moment.

Fuling looked up and met Wu Zhihua's affectionate eyes, and a warm current surged in her heart. She smiled slightly, her eyes flashing with joy and happiness, and then cast a grateful look at the maid beside her.

The maid understood what he meant and quietly withdrew, not forgetting to gently close the door, locking the warmth and sweetness that belonged only to the two of them inside the room.

Wu Zhihua hugged Fuling tightly, his heart full of pity and gratitude.

He felt the softness and warmth of the woman in his arms, and knew deeply how precious and difficult this emotion was.

He silently vowed that he would never let Fuling down in this life, and would protect this hard-earned relationship no matter what happened.

Fuling snuggled up to Wu Zhihua's chest, her heart full of sweetness and joy. She secretly glanced at Wu Zhihua, and saw that his eyes were full of tenderness and determination, and her heart was secretly happy.

She leaned lightly on Wu Zhihua's chest, feeling the warmth and peace that belonged only to her, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

A sudden burst of noise broke the silence of the night, and the lively atmosphere of the Qiqiao Festival filled the air.

The crowd is bustling, laughter is heard one after another, and all kinds of lanterns are swaying in the night sky, adding a bit of romance and fantasy to the night.

The arrival of Crown Prince Long Kui and Second Prince Long Qi brought the festive atmosphere to a climax.

Long Kui was wearing a white dragon robe, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his eyebrows were filled with extraordinary temperament. He walked like a dragon and a tiger, and every step seemed to come on the wind and clouds, making people dare not look directly at him.

However, the occasional cough was like a cold wind passing through, inadvertently weakening his majesty and making people worry about his well-being.

The eunuchs who were accompanying him all looked nervous and followed Long Kui carefully, fearing that anything might go wrong.

Wu Zhihua and Fuling smiled at each other. Although the outside world was noisy, their hearts were filled with tranquility and satisfaction.

They know that no matter how the outside world changes, as long as they stay with each other, it will be the best time.

The second prince, Long Qi, was dressed in a glittering purple robe with winding python patterns on it, which seemed to be leaping like a living thing, adding a bit of extraordinary momentum.

His steps were steady, and every step seemed to be on the clouds, yet close to the ground, showing his tall and heroic posture.

His face was handsome, as if carved, and every line of his face revealed his natural nobility. The corners of his mouth were decorated with a faint smile, a smile that was warm and mysterious, as if it could see into people's hearts, yet made it impossible to guess what he was really thinking.

His eyes were deep, sometimes flashing with wisdom, and sometimes shrouded in an invisible haze. That was the unknown depth and strategy in his heart, and the perfect inheritance of Concubine Zhang's unparalleled elegance and intelligence in him.

He moved silently among the crowd, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, examining everyone around him. Every subtle expression, every unintentional movement could not escape his eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

He secretly planned in his mind, taking every step extremely cautiously, as if setting up an intricate chess game.

"Don't be so polite, everyone,"

The prince's voice sounded at the right time, gentle and magnetic, like a ray of warm sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling the chill in everyone's hearts, "My brother and I have just witnessed the extraordinary elegance of all the talented men and beautiful women in the carriage, but we couldn't bear to disrupt the elegance here, so we have not revealed our true faces yet." The easygoing and sincerity in his words made everyone present feel both surprised and cordial, as if their meeting was really an accidental encounter.

However, everyone knew clearly that the two princes' visit was no accident.

They are at the age of marriage, and they use the name of the Qiqiao Festival to secretly look for a partner who can help them.

The atmosphere at the scene became even more heated with the arrival of the second prince. Everyone tried their best, eager to stand out in this rare opportunity and become the key figure who could influence the future direction of the empire.

Qin Suling was a woman who watched coldly. Her gaze was as cold as ice, penetrating through the prosperity and bustle on the surface of the feast and reaching the power struggles and calculations behind it.

She sneered in her heart, knowing all this already.

However, when Long Qi's eyes fell on her for the first time, a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed across his eyes.

He secretly looked at this married woman, and couldn't help feeling a bit of pity and regret in his heart, but then, this emotion was replaced by more rational considerations.

His eyes turned to Zhang Yingchun, who had an upright figure, extraordinary temperament, and a heroic and tenacious look between her eyebrows. A gleam of light flashed in Long Qi's eyes, and he saw Zhang Yingchun's outstanding appearance, extraordinary temperament, prominent family background, and powerful family power.

If he could include her in his own camp, it would undoubtedly be a huge help to his future undertakings.

So, he began to silently calculate in his mind how to gain the greatest benefit in this game of power.

Inside the hall, the flickering candlelight illuminated the tall figure of the king sitting on the dragon throne.

He held the vermilion imperial brush in his hand and danced lightly. Every stroke seemed to contain endless power and wisdom, weaving the web of fate of all things in the world.

The air around them seemed to be frozen; the eunuchs and palace maids held their breath, fearing that the slightest movement would break the solemnity and tranquility.

And in this silence, a game about power, love and the future is quietly going on...