The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

Of course she knew Hongye.

After asking the people to get on the carriage, Ji Mengshu saw her slightly red eyes and asked, "What's wrong, Sister Wan?"

"Ah - I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. After I entered the palace, I never thought that there would be a day when I would be out of the palace in this life." Wan Rong was melancholy, but when he heard the rumbling sound of the carriage wheels, he finally smiled with relief.

"Time has passed and everything is no longer important. Sister Wan, it is best for her to keep her head up and move forward." Ji Mengshu knew Wan Rong's difficulties, but others could not truly understand even one ten-thousandth of them.

Even she herself could only comfort herself more.

"Sister Ji is right..." But who knows where the front is? "But I am in this state now. I am afraid that I will cause trouble to my family after returning home."

Ji Mengshu smiled and held her hand. "The imperial examination will be held in March this year. This is a top event in Kyoto. Why don't you stay and take a look? If you don't mind, the Ji Mansion is so empty. Would you like to come and keep me company?"

There was no sympathy in her eyes. Her sincere eyes were full of requests, as if she was afraid that Wan Rong would not stay with her.

Since he hadn't figured out where to go, he could only live in Ji's house. "But you're not the only one in Ji's house..."

Knowing Wan Rong's worries, Ji Mengshu patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, sister Wan, my brother works in the palace. Besides, the Ji Mansion is so big that you can't see him without reason. If sister Wan is worried about her reputation, I will ask the servants in the mansion to keep their mouths shut."

Wan Rong smiled and walked from West Street. He could smell the fragrance of various preserved fruits, cakes and food on the street. "I don't have any reputation to speak of... I'm just afraid that if I suddenly live in your house, it will annoy others..."

She half-closed her eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable and sensitive. Ji Mengshu took a long time to comfort her.

Who would gossip about her affairs at the Ji Mansion behind her back? Besides, she really wanted Wan Rong to live in the Ji Mansion. She had few acquaintances in Kyoto. Huai Xiang had gone to the border county and had not returned yet. Her parents were not at home, so she had no one to talk to.

The carriage stopped in front of the Ji Mansion. Wan Rong looked at the pedestrians on the street. She still had the seriousness of the palace. She dared not speak too loudly or laugh too wildly. She just stood steadily at the door of the Ji Mansion, like a great beauty from the world. Her extraordinary temperament attracted people to look at her again and again.

Wan Rong turned his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. Ji Mengshu gave Wan Rong some instructions before taking him in.

I heaved a sigh of relief, yet felt inexplicably restrained.

She called Hongye and Qingzhu, and arranged for one or two servants and maids. Wan Rong lived in her courtyard. The courtyard was big enough and there were enough rooms. With two masters living together, it didn't seem so lonely.

Ever since Wan Rong moved in, Ji Yuanzheng noticed that his sister was in a much better mood and was no longer as dull and silent as usual.

Occasionally, when I stepped into their yard, I would just stand at the gate and hear bursts of laughter coming from the east wing.

Whenever he got some new item from the palace or somewhere else, he usually only took one. But now, thinking that there was another person in the mansion, he had to shamelessly take two.

One for each person, that's fair.

One day after work, Ji Yuanzheng got two pieces of good ink from Ning Rongzhang. They were the extremely precious peach blossom ink sold in Jiangnan.

It is rumored that this ink, when used for writing letters or painting, will leave a faint scent of peach blossoms, and therefore it is highly sought after by scholars and is priceless.

After getting two pieces of good ink, I naturally wanted to take them home to my sister. I walked home briskly and stood outside Fulanxuan. Qingzhu went in and opened the door, saying with a smile, "Miss, the eldest master is here."

"Brother is back?" Ji Mengshu ran out in a rush and waved at the man, "Brother."

Ji Yuan looked up and saw the woman behind Ji Mengshu standing at the porch, wearing only a thin spring shirt. He didn't know if she was cold in such weather...

Suddenly realizing what he was thinking, Ji Yuan came back to his senses and took out two pieces of good ink from the servant behind him. He handed one of them to her and said, "I got a piece of good ink from the Regent today. I think you will like it..."

What's the use of liking or not liking? Ji Mengshu has lived two lives, and was married in her previous life. Although she didn't meet someone she liked at that time, she had seen pigs run even though she had never eaten pork.

The sharp-eyed man noticed that the servant had an identical piece of peach blossom ink in his hand, so he asked, "Who do you want to give this piece of good ink to, brother?"

Ji Yuanzheng's face turned slightly red. Although he was a few years older than her, he knew nothing about love affairs between men and women. He hesitated for a long time, wondering if he should keep it for himself or give it to someone else.

"Brother, you are good at martial arts, but not at painting. However, Sister Wan has a good handwriting and her landscape paintings are exquisite. Since there is no way to sell this piece of ink, why not give it to Sister Wan?"

Ji Yuanzheng coughed lightly, his face calm, "Well...you're right. After all, it's unfair for Miss Wan to live in our house." After saying that, he wanted to hand the ink block in the servant's hand to Ji Mengshu and ask her to pass it on. Unexpectedly, Ji Mengshu suddenly turned around.

Missing his ink block, she waved excitedly behind her, "Sister Wan! Come quickly, I have something for you."

Ji Yuanzheng: ...sometimes people feel so embarrassed that they want to crawl into the ground.

Wan Rong originally wanted to go out and take a look, but she never thought that there was something for her. Then she looked at the two siblings, one with curved eyebrows and the other with upright and honest character...

He walked forward and bowed politely. Wan Rong looked at the joy in her eyes and felt a little confused.

"Sister Wan, it's like this. I got two pieces of good ink today, and I want to give one of them to you..." Ji Mengshu handed the peach blossom ink to Wan Rong in a slightly servile manner.

The latter took it and sniffed it carefully, "It is indeed a rare good ink. I do not want to receive gifts without any merit, so how can I receive such a favor for nothing..."

Ji Mengshu curled her lips and smiled, hiding her merits and fame, and this was what she wanted, "In that case, Sister Wan might as well paint a picture for you, brother. This way, it won't be like doing something for nothing..."

Ji Mengshu thought to herself, she is really smart.

Ji Yuan lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on Wan Rong. The brother and sister said in unison, "What does Miss Wan mean?"

"Naturally excellent."

Ji Mengshu took two steps back quietly. As dusk fell, the courtyard was full of spring, and just looking at it made people feel full of vitality. Red leaves and green bamboo were hung under the porch to prevent wind.