I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 117: Showing off at the Mansion

Lu Mingyuan was heartbroken: "But you are his princess after all. If he plots rebellion and usurps the throne someday, what will you do? And what will the world say about my father?"

"Don't worry, elder sister. I will find a way to make him divorce me."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" What good could a divorced princess have? Lu Mingyuan patted his sister's hand. "Don't say such things again. Is your divorce going to benefit our father's reputation?"

Although these were all scolding words, they were all for his father. But Lu Mingyang saw her concern for him in her eyes and smiled happily.

"Eldest sister, don't scare yourself. It won't be that easy for him to stage a coup. I won't give him that chance. If he doesn't obey, I will report him. This way, I won't implicate the Chengyang Marquisate and father, and I'll be free."

Lu Mingyuan: “…”

"Let's go!" Lu Mingyang smiled and pulled her elder sister away. Although she had coaxed her elder sister, she was not sure whether her illness would recur.

The next day, after sending his eldest sister back to the Earl of Zhongxin's Mansion, Lu Mingyang asked Yang Nian'er to invite Leng Lingfeng.

"It's just that my mood swings are a bit big, it's nothing serious." After leaving the Zhongxin Marquis's residence, Leng Lingfeng saw the girl wearing a veil beside him looking depressed, and said with a smile: "What I just said is true, I didn't lie to them."

Lu Mingyang tilted her head, peering through the hazy veil at the familiar face, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart. If she weren't her eldest sister, she'd punch him in the nose, leaving him with a toothless fist.

But now, I can only say "thank you" in a frustrated way.

Leng Lingfeng was surprised: "What happened to you today?"

"Nothing!" Lu Mingyang said, got on the carriage and left.

Leng Lingfeng stopped her and accused her heart-breakingly, "You're just going to leave me on the street alone?"

"Then I'll ask him to take you back first."

Lu Mingyang retracted his foot and was about to give the driver instructions. Leng Lingfeng thought of Chu Mingzheng and sighed, "The carriage is so big, it's not like it can't accommodate three people. Can't you just turn around and give me a ride?"

"inconvenient!"

"When did you become so obedient?"

"what?"

Lu Mingyang didn't understand what he meant.

Leng Lingfeng said nothing more. He took out a bottle of ointment from his bosom and said tartly, "Take off the gauze and use this to cover the scar. No matter how good his medicine is, you can't wear the veil all the time."

"Thank you!"

Lu Mingyang held the medicine bottle in his hand and looked at the man in front of him. Besides using him, did he also consider him a friend?

"Second sister, does this medicine really work?"

Inside Xunyang Pavilion, Yang Nian'er removed the gauze from her second sister's face. The scabs had fallen off, revealing tender new flesh. She opened the ointment Leng Lingfeng had given her.

The ointment was the same shade of lotus root pink as her skin, but it wasn't the standard lotus root pink. It matched Lu Mingyang's skin tone perfectly. When applied to her face, it blended seamlessly into her skin, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't really see any traces of it.

Yang Nian'er, who was originally skeptical, sighed: "He cares so much, second sister, he won't like you, right?"

"Do you know what love is? You talk nonsense all day long." Lu Mingyang patted his sister in disgust.

Yang Nian'er was unconvinced: "How do you know? I don't know!"

Before he finished speaking, footsteps were heard. Zhong Bo stood outside the door and said, "Fourth Miss, Miss Qin from Duke Qin's Mansion is here."

"What's she doing here?" But she's a guest, so she can't be chased away. Lu Mingyang said tiredly, "I understand. I'll be right there."

"How dare I trouble you, sister? You won't blame me for coming here uninvited, right?"

A gentle voice came, Lu Mingyang looked towards the door and saw Qin Miao.

Qin Miaoying bowed, and although she was dressed in white, her face was rosy, and it was obvious that she was in a good mood in recent days.

"How could that be, Miss Qin? Please come in!" Lu Mingyang closed the ointment and walked towards the couch.

Qin Miao's eyes narrowed as she looked at her face and asked curiously, "Is your injury healed?"

"No, but it's covered with ointment."

So that's how it is. Qin Miao retracted her gaze from the bottle of medicine and pursed her lips shyly: "Sister, please call me sister. I've already moved into the palace."

The main wife hasn't gotten married yet, but the concubine has already entered the marriage. What's going on?

As if she suddenly realized that something was wrong, Qin Miao's face was full of weak panic, "Sister, don't be angry. It's really because my father can't stay in the capital for long. He is worried about leaving me alone in the mansion, and Brother Zheng feels sorry for me."

Yang Nian'er couldn't stand her pretentious look and curled her lips in disdain, "It's just a concubine anyway, there's no need to go to the wedding hall. What difference does it make whether you enter the house earlier or later?"

"Nian'er, get out." Lu Mingyang scolded lightly, then smiled and complimented: "She is just a little girl, what does she know? My sister is the apple of His Highness's eye, so naturally it's different."

After saying that, he made tea for Qin Miao.

Yang Nian'er was very angry when she saw the maid beside Qin Miao helping her to sit on the couch with a noble demeanor, as if she was superior to others.

"Fourth Miss, let me do it!"

"Then stop talking nonsense." Lu Mingyang warned in a low voice.

"I got it!" Yang Nian'er took the tea from her second sister's hand, and imitated the maid, helping her second sister to sit down, and then went back to make tea.

"Peony!" Qin Miao waved her hand gently.

Mudan stepped forward, placed the food box on the table, and laid out the dishes inside. Qin Miao handed over a pair of chopsticks and said with a smile, "This is made by the chef in the palace. Sister, try it and see if it suits your taste. If you don't like it, I'll go back and change the chef."

Lu Mingyang really didn't want to think too much, but what did this mean?

Tell her that she, Qin Miao, is the mistress of the palace, and she is just a figurehead? But the woman in front of her is the woman Chu Mingzheng likes, and she doesn't want to offend her and cause trouble.

Holding back his anger, Lu Mingyang took the chopsticks and asked with a smile, "Isn't he the imperial chef in the palace?"

"Since it's a royal palace, how could there be only one or two cooks?" Qin Miao's face was full of disgust, and she almost wrote "What do you, a country bumpkin, know" on her face.

Lu Mingyang put down his chopsticks and responded appropriately, "As long as Your Highness likes it, I don't mind."

"How can that be!" Qin Miao stressed: "Before His Highness left, he specifically told me to take good care of my sister."

"Nian'er!"

Lu Mingyang watched helplessly as a cup of hot tea spilled onto Qin Miao.

"Sorry, Miss Qin, my hand slipped." Yang Nian'er took out a handkerchief and wiped the tea stain on her clothes. The tea stain spilled on the white clothes on her chest, and it was obvious that she could not wear it anymore.

"You little maid, you did it on purpose!" Mudan pushed Yang Nian'er away angrily and raised her hand to hit her.

Yang Nian'er was short, and when she bent down, Mudan missed her target and staggered, almost falling.

"Mudan, don't be rude." Qin Miao scolded loudly: "Do you think you can discipline my sister's people?"

"I acknowledge my guilt." Mudan admitted her guilt reluctantly, then looked at Lu Mingyang and asked, "Miss Lu, are you just going to let your maid bully our daughter?"

It's obvious that he is going to bring an army to bear to punish the culprit.