The box that Biwen held was placed in front of Du Yunjin, and the incense burned in the hall still exuded a rich smell, and the simulated crane looked down at her quietly, with a compassionate gaze.

She was the only one left in the hall, and the rest of the people left with Xiao Chen's departure.

It was her own idea to return to Beijing to participate in the election of the crown prince, even if her father and Qing Ruofeng tried their best to oppose it. She let out a long sigh and sat down in frustration among the peonies. What she wants has never been the glory of the crown princess, the so-called glory and wealth, the monstrous power of the glorious lintel, what she wants is just a dream of her childhood.

Father didn't know that she was rarely silent when she left the imperial capital, she leaned on the carriage, secretly lifted the curtain, and looked back at the imperial capital city that was getting farther and farther away from her, the golden vermilion palace. In her mind, in front of her eyes, there was slowly the proud boy who kicked her off the horse. She didn't know that there was a flower called love that had been buried in her heart, and she only knew that she wanted to see the boy again, to hear his voice again, and to try her hand at equestrian skills again......

She had thought about it for so many years, and finally had a chance to realize it, and she couldn't give up no matter what.

She knelt outside the study of General Zhenwei's mansion and stubbornly begged her father to report her name and participate in the election of the crown prince. She still remembered that her father, who had never lost his temper with her, almost smashed the Pixiu paperweight on the desk on Qing Ruofeng's head when he first heard about it.

"What do you think that is? What kind of person do you think the crown prince is? Qing Ruofeng shook the paper fan in his hand and slowly stood in front of her.

"What does it matter to me? What kind of person is the prince and what does it matter? She had always been pampered, and she answered with confidence, and she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her choice.

Facing her, who was already fascinated, Qing Ruofeng was stunned for a while, the folding fan in her hand was put away, and even her tone became heavy. "Do you know what it means to the general like you?"

She hadn't thought about this question before, but when Qing Ruofeng mentioned it at this moment, she thought about it seriously. She is the daughter of Du Bocheng, the general of Zhenwei who guarded the frontier, and the actual heir of the Du family's army. What does it mean for her to marry the son of heaven with such an identity? It means that Du Bocheng and Du Jiajun have thrown themselves to the side of the prince, and with it, the situation in the DPRK has changed drastically.

She is not only Du Bocheng's daughter Du Yunjin, but also enough to influence the changes in the government. She bowed her head silently, silent. She was a little too willful and forced her father to get involved in the royal fight.

But......

Do you really want to give up so blindly? She has been looking forward to the opportunity for nine years, and it is the only opportunity in this life to realize what she wants.

In the end, it was Du Bocheng who helped her make a choice, looking at his daughter's increasingly haggard face, he let out a long sigh, turned around and reported her name to the election.

He said that Yunjin can stay with his beloved until he grows old, and his life is enough.

The wind blew from outside the temple, revealing a cold coolness. Du Yunjin rubbed her numb legs, only to find that the back of her clothes had been soaked with cold sweat.

This has not even taken the first step, and it is already so, so what should we do in the future? How to go down?

Du Yunjin held the heavy box and slowly walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Mother's ......"

Behind the curtain, Xiao Chen reclined on the couch, leaning on the pillow, facing the sun, pondering his embroidered handkerchief. Biwen waited aside, looked at her expression before speaking: "Niangniang really wants the prince to marry that Du Yunjin?" ”