After waking up, Ling Wanwan took the marriage book to Wanshou Palace to find Empress Dowager Cao.

After reading the marriage letter, Empress Dowager Cao's face suddenly sank, she threw the marriage letter back to her, and said coldly: "Ye'er is the blood of the royal family, and it is your blessing to be willing to marry you again, Wan'er, you should learn to see the situation clearly!" ”

"But Wan'er and the second son of the Lu family have had a marriage contract since they were children, and they are already sorry for him when they marry into the palace, and now... and no longer be able to break the agreement with him. ”

Ling Wanwan wiped her tears with a handkerchief, depicting a weak woman who was ashamed of her lover to the fullest.

Empress Dowager Cao turned a blind eye to her crying appearance, and told her forcefully: "It's late, Qing'er has already come to your house with a dowry early this morning, and at this moment, your father must have agreed to this family business." ”

The Qing'er in her mouth is none other than Su Yunqing, the Zhengfu Jin in Murong Ye's mansion.

"The fourth prince is a brute marriage!"

Ling Wanwan trembled with anger, and she didn't care about following those palace rules and etiquette in front of her.

Murong Ye's move suddenly made her feel that what Zhao Huaiyi said to her in the carriage was really reasonable.

"The concubine is rude!"

Mama Xu, who was beside Empress Dowager Cao, reprimanded her.

"Okay, Qing'er will come to you later about marrying the fourth prince, don't come to the mourning family again before you get married."

Empress Dowager Cao waved impatiently to drive people away, in the past, Emperor Xiaoheng supported her, but now that she is lonely, she will not treat her even more.

Ling Wanwan left with a stomach full of grievances and anger, the fate of the women in this palace is far more cruel than what she saw in the TV series, even if her ancestors have been officials for several generations, and when she reaches her lineage, the official power in her family is weak, and she can only be pinched to death at any time.

Not long after returning to the dormitory, there was news from the house that Ling Tianchao had allowed the four princes to marry Ling Wanwan, which gave Ling Wanwan a headache.

"Niangniang, why don't you go to Lu Gongzi... Master Lu is an important minister in the cabinet and is quite valued by the new emperor. ”

Wandering in the dormitory, Chunying could only think of Lu Zhiheng when she thought left and right.

Thinking of what Chunying said that he was pushed into the lake by Zhang Nianzhu, Lu Zhiheng rescued himself from the lake regardless of his personal life, Ling Wanwan couldn't help but nodded.

In the evening, Lu Zhiheng received a letter from Ling Wanwan, and there was a silk silk in it, which was a token of love he gave her, with a faint fragrance of magnolia flowers on it.

Two days later, he went to the boat by the moat.

The willows on the shore are clinging, the spring breeze blows the water waves, and the river is full of young men and women who go out to cruise.

At that time, Zhao Huaiyi was also on the boat on the river, secretly discussing political affairs with his colleagues.

He leaned back on the chair and stool, and when he saw Lu Zhiheng lift his robe and step into a boat docked in the middle of the river, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

In the boat, sitting with her back to him was a young and slender woman, wearing a hat, bowing slightly to Lu Zhiheng opposite, raising her onion white jade hand to help him pour tea.

When she took off the hat on her head, Zhao Huaiyi frowned imperceptibly.

"Sister Juan'er."

Lu Zhiheng affectionately called her when she was young.

"Master Lu, you are willing to come out to see me, Wan'er is very grateful, if it weren't for the real difficulties, I wouldn't dare to call you out." She said helplessly.

"Is it the matter that the fourth prince came to your house to ask you to marry you?"

Lu Zhiheng also heard about it, and Zhang Nianzhu was ecstatic to tell him.

Ling Wanwan nodded slightly, "I have only met the fourth prince in a hurry at the palace banquet during the New Year's Festival, and I have a very shallow relationship with him, and I don't want to marry him again in a daze." ”

"I still have an in-law relationship with you, and I want you to help me get out of this family business. Please rest assured, when my relationship with him is ruined, you can come to my house and withdraw our marriage contract, and I will not pester you for half a cent. ”

Ling Wanwan's words were earnest, her eyes were soaked with tears, the tip of her small and delicate nose was slightly red, and her lips were slightly open, which made people feel pity.

"Sister Wan'er, don't worry, when I go home and explain the matter to my father, my father will definitely lend a hand, you wait for my news."

Lu Zhiheng couldn't help but reach out to her, his thick palm covered the back of her hand, and the two hands were overlapped together.

Ling Wanwan's cold hand trembled, and he wanted to withdraw it but was held tightly by him, and there seemed to be a trace of fiery red fire in his eyes.

Zhao Huaiyi sat opposite, his brows furrowed.

After Lu Zhiheng left, Ling Wanwan put on a hat and was about to come out of the boat, when she was shrouded in a black shadow, and when she saw the familiar dark purple embroidered gold robe and cloud pattern brocade boots, her body couldn't help but tremble.