Youmeng was tired and unable to lower her eyes: "I will deal with it on my mother's side."

"How can you deal with it?" Lan Ying cruelly exposed her, "Besides just being able to just live by and delay one day, what else can you do to let the Empress accept Su Zhi's ordinary and powerless identity?"

Youmeng handed her a resistant look.

"If not, why would you convince the Empress to let her give up the idea of ​​marrying you to a prominent family?" Lan Ying knew she was dissatisfied, but she still wanted to say, "A musician from the city, a man who can't speak, let him become your prince-consort. Do you think this is possible?"

Su Zhi listened to all this coldly outside, and a slight sensation suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

Youmeng sneered: "Are these words today my mother asked you to say?"

Seeing that she saw through, Lan Ying agreed. But she couldn't say anything about her suffering and was unwilling to tell her about the coercion that Sakiko had used to her. She could only politely say: "She is your mother, so she is naturally for your own good."

"For my good? Just like my mother, you always have so many moral integrity. The aristocratic families talk about it, trying to use those etiquette and dogma to restrain my words and deeds, telling me that this is not possible or that is not possible. It seems that they are all for my goodness, but I don't like this!" Youmeng was so powerful that she poured out her resentment that had been suppressed for a long time. "I hate your worldly attitude. I want to get the love I want and live the way I want. Isn't it..."

"But this is your fate as the princess!" Although the situation has developed into a dispute, Lan Ying is still persuading her kindly, "Youmeng, I advise you that it is best not to go against the queen. If the queen is forced to make a fuss and takes ruthless actions and does something inhumane, it will really hurt the relationship between mother and daughter... Even if you don't care about yourself, you should think about Su Zhi."

Youmeng, who had been silent for a while, looked up at her worriedly and listened to her continue.

Lan Ying looked at each other with sincerity: "Su Zhi is innocent. With his strength, he cannot fight against the royal family. If you suffer a catastrophe because of your love for you, your guilt towards him will be thousands of times deeper than Liyou..."

Lan Ying always looks at people and things so thoroughly, and every sentence hits the point. Youmeng's heart seems to be tortured and falls into endless confusion.

Seeing her like this, Lan Ying felt uncomfortable and stood up depressedly and said, "I'll go back first, you can think about it yourself."

When Su Zhi heard the movement, he quickly stepped back to the corner to hide. Lan Ying walked out of the incense room and went straight down the steps and left.

Su Zhi raised his light in the dark, watching the woman gradually disappear at the end of the Quqiao Bridge, in the twilight of the willows as smoke as smoke. I have to admit that she brought them great trouble today.

In the incense room, Youmeng sat alone quietly, feeling unspeakable. She didn't know that Su Zhi was holding a wooden plate and guarding outside. In his unfathomable eyebrows, there was a kind of tranquility before the storm lurking.

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Su Zhi waited for her to calm down for a while before he walked into the incense room in a peaceful manner, pretending to have heard nothing, and looked at Youmeng gently as usual.

She sat there, not looking up to meet his gaze, but lit a ray of incense, with a lonely expression on her face, as if she was feeling, and quietly recited a poem: "Jia is peeking at the curtain, Han Jianshe, and Mi Fei leaves a pillow to Wangcai of Wei."

Su Zhi heard that this was Li Shangyin's famous line "Untitled". The poet who was good at writing love affairs was born sentimental and always wrote his feelings so sadly and lingering. Su Zhi understood the two allusions in this sentence.

The first half is about Jia Chong, the Sikong of the Western Jin Dynasty, who had a staff member named Han Shou. Jia Wu, the daughter of Jia Chong, lifted the curtain one day and saw Han Shou’s young and handsomeness through the pane. He then became obsessed with the strange fragrance of the Western Regions that the Emperor of Jin rewarded his father Jia Chong with. This is the well-known "Han Shou steals the fragrance".

The second half is about the song "The Goddess of the Luo River" by Cao Zhi, the King of Chen of Wei. Cao Zhi strolled on the banks of the Luo River, and the Goddess of Luo River gave him a jade pillow to have a secret meeting with him.

Su Zhi approached, and he saw Youmeng holding the incense stick and inserting it into the incense burner. Mars sank, and the incense ash peeled off bit by bit. She was stunned: "Don't fight for the spring heart with flowers, one inch of lovesickness and one inch of ashes..."

As she thought, the melancholy star eyes slowly raised up, Su Zhi saw attachment, reluctance, and worries in her eyes. They were entangled in complexity, causing her torture.

He couldn't bear to squat over to her, grabbed her hand, opened his arms to hug her. Her sadness was so pitiful. Su Zhi wanted to kiss her urgently, but she turned around to avoid his lips. He understood that she didn't want to deal with things that should have been sweet and happy with such a bad mood.
Chapter completed!