At the Zhou family in Yancheng, Zhou Yuner was throwing a tantrum in her boudoir.
She didn't want to marry in Liuzhou, it was so far away, and the man was from a merchant family, no way he was worthy of her.
Looking at the bright sunshine outside, her heart was filled with shadows: "Go to the front yard and ask if the guard who went to the capital to deliver the letter has returned."
"Yes." The maid beside her went out and walked towards the front yard.
Soon, the maid came back from the front yard and said, "Miss, he hasn't come back yet. He will probably be back in the next two days."
Today is February 12th, and she will be getting married in less than a month.
If the letter didn't arrive, or if it did arrive but His Majesty didn't see it, or if he saw it but didn't take it seriously, it was all the same to her. She was just gambling, if she won she might be able to turn things around, but if she lost, it would be the same as now.
It's no big deal.
... ...
In the capital, Nanny Qian came hurriedly and entered Su Junyao's side hall.
"Your Majesty, this is a letter intercepted by the Right Prime Minister." Nanny Qian carefully placed a letter on the table in front of Su Junyao.
Su Junyao was writing, the faint fragrance of Hui ink wafting through the air. She carefully wrote the last few words before putting down her pen, wiping her hands, and picking up the envelope on the table.
After reading a few lines at a glance, he handed the letter to Madam Qian and sneered, "You can send this letter to Yan Gui and tell him that if I am not capable, I will find someone else to protect Wei Yang."
Madam Qian took the letter, glanced at it quickly, picked up the envelope beside her, and stuffed the letter in it: "Got it, I'll go right away."
Su Junyao thought for a moment and said, "Wait a minute, I'll write a letter to Wei Yang."
Su Junyao carefully spread out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, while Platycodon beside him was grinding ink with his head down.
Nanny Qian turned her head and looked at her.
The woman standing in front of the desk was petite, wearing an expensive Yanhua dress, a new style that had just been released this spring. Her charming face was cold, and her phoenix eyes were full of coldness.
She stood against the light, looking unattainable.
When she picked up the pen and wrote the first word, her whole demeanor changed. She was calm and composed, and lines of small calligraphy with flowers on them appeared on the paper. If Yan Gui saw it, he would probably be amazed that the words were exactly the same as Wei Yang's.
After she finished writing the letter, she carefully held it up, pursed her lips and blew it dry. After a long while, she said, "Madame Qian, do you think Wei Yang will be happy in Yancheng?"
Madam Qian took a cautious step, bent her waist even lower, and said softly: "Don't worry, Madam, Yan is back, Yan is back..."
She didn't know what to say next. The Queen had told her to hand him over to Yan Gui. All she knew about Yan Gui was that he was a young hero, the backbone of the country, a true young general, and Yanzhou would have no worries with him for decades. She didn't know anything else about his character, conduct, and personality.
Su Junyao took a sip of tea slowly and said, "Madam Qian, do you know why I didn't ask you to go to Yanzhou with Wei Yang so that you can take care of her more conveniently?"
Madam Qian hesitated for a moment and replied, "I don't know."
"If you follow, Weiyang will be the obedient daughter of the Su family. Only when she is left alone can she be herself, understand?"
Nanny Qian didn't quite understand, but she had some sudden realization.
Su Junyao didn't need her to reply. She just folded the letter carefully and put it into the envelope and handed it to Madam Qian: "Send it and tell the Right Prime Minister that there will be a good day."
Madam Qian disappeared outside the side hall. At this moment, the capital city was bright and beautiful in spring.