The Princess' Rebirth and Revenge

As the night deepened, the lights in the Chengwang Mansion became brighter, reflecting the splendor and grandeur of the mansion. Li Jimian and his party were invited to the banquet, and they had their own thoughts when they stepped into this place of power. Li Jimian was dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked steadily, and his eyes were shining with wisdom. He knew that this banquet was not only a social feast, but also a prelude to a political struggle.

At the banquet, the guests were all chatting and laughing. Li Jimian talked with the dignitaries with ease, trying to catch Cheng Yuanshui's true intentions from their words. He raised his glass and chuckled, revealing his keen insight into the current situation, which attracted everyone's attention. Li Yuan was watching quietly at the side, her eyes shuttled among the crowd, trying to catch useful information from every subtle expression and movement.

In a corner of the banquet, Xuanliang was chatting and laughing with several young officials. He was wearing a dark brocade robe, with a handsome face and an indescribable depth in his eyes. When Li Yuan noticed him, she couldn't help but feel a complex emotion. The entanglement of her previous life was like a nightmare that entangled her heart and made her unable to let go. However, she also understood that she was no longer the Princess Changping in her previous life. She must learn to let go of the grievances of the past and face the challenges of the future with a new attitude.

The atmosphere of the banquet gradually reached a climax, with singing and dancing, fine wine and delicious food. Li Jimian had a pleasant conversation with Cheng Yuanshui's subordinates. He tried to capture Cheng Yuanshui's views on the current situation and his future plans from his words. However, the other party was evasive and refused to reveal too much. Li Jimian thought to himself that this banquet was just a superficial politeness and greeting, and the real competition was still to come.

After the banquet, Li Jimian and others returned to the Dianke Office. It was late at night, and the moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard like water, covering this ancient building with a mysterious veil. Li Yuan walked side by side with Li Jimian in the courtyard, and she whispered to Li Jimian about her views on Cheng Yuanshui and Xuanliang. Her words revealed her keen insight into the current situation and her deep understanding of human nature, which made Li Jimian look at her with new eyes.

"Li Yuan, your insights are unique and profound." Li Jimian said admiringly, "I have benefited a lot from your analysis of Cheng Yuanshui and Xuanliang. I believe that your wisdom and talent will surely help us gain more in our future trip to the capital."

Li Yuan smiled slightly when she heard this. She knew that although her insights were unique, it was her strength and strategy that would determine her future. She decided to continue to study hard and improve herself to better cope with future challenges.

After returning to the room, Li Jimian suddenly said to Li Yuan: "Li Yuan, I want to learn parallel prose. Can you recommend some related books for me?" His eyes flashed with desire for knowledge and expectations for the future.

Li Yuan was moved when she heard this. She knew that parallel prose was an important form of ancient literature and was of great help in improving one's literary accomplishment and calligraphy level. So she quickly recommended the classic work "Yan Lu Gong Wen" to Li Jimian.

"This is a very classic book of parallel prose," Li Yuan explained. "Yan Lugong's calligraphy is known as 'Yan style,' and its style is unique and profound. I believe that by studying this book, you will be able to improve your calligraphy and literary literacy."

Li Jimian was overjoyed when he heard this, and he quickly took the book and started reading it. The words in the book were smooth and beautiful, and every word seemed to contain infinite power and charm.

The streets and alleys of Beijing were bustling with people. Li Jimian took Li Yuan and Li Wenzhi for a stroll in this bustling city, feeling the unique charm of this ancient city. They shuttled among the bustling crowds, bought books and daily necessities, and enjoyed this rare tranquility and leisure.

Li Yuan was wearing a light and elegant dress, and her steps were light, like a blooming lotus. Her eyes shuttled through the crowd, curiously looking at this strange world. Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by a figure in a corner. It was a young cavalryman, wearing armor and with a resolute face, but his eyes revealed a kind of helplessness and loneliness. He sat on the corner of the street, silently looking at the passing crowd, as if forgotten by the world.

Li Yuan felt an inexplicable sympathy in her heart. She walked forward and asked softly, "What's your name? Why are you sitting here alone?"

The cavalryman raised his head and looked at Li Yuan with surprise and gratitude in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. It turned out that he was a mute.

Li Yuan felt even more sympathetic. She squatted down and said gently, "It's okay. You don't have to speak. I can see that you are a brave warrior, but you are a little lonely and helpless now. If you need help, you can tell me."

The cavalryman's eyes flashed with tears when he heard this, and he nodded gratefully, gesturing with his hands to express his gratitude. A warm current surged in Li Yuan's heart, she knew that in this world, everyone has their own suffering and struggles, but as long as someone is willing to lend a helping hand, they can give them endless warmth and strength.