Jiasheng 20th Year End of July
Princess Anle and her party arrived at the Northern Imperial City.
The little prince Mu Nanshan personally went out of the city to greet him. When Mu Nanzhi got off the carriage, he saw a young man standing in front of the carriage. The young man was strong and tall, and he knew he must be from the grassland. Good boy, but the young man's face is extremely handsome, with pointed eyebrows and starry eyes, and sharp edges. He is not like the small nose and eyes of ordinary Beidi people, and his face is fleshy and has no outline.
Mu Nanzhi knew who the visitor was just by looking at the young man's eyebrows. For a moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh. However, the young man had a calm and deep look on his face and bowed to Mu Nanzhi: "My younger brother welcomes my eldest sister back."
As soon as the young man finished speaking, all the guards and servants behind him knelt down and kowtowed: "Welcome our true princess back! Respectfully greet our true princess Jin An!"
Mu Nanzhi looked at the huge formation in front of her and was a little stunned. Ji Xiang gently poked her in the back before she realized what she was doing and said hurriedly: "Everyone, please get back on your feet."
"Thank you princess!"
Because Mu Nanzhi had spring acne, he came out wearing a gauze hat. When he arrived at the Beidi Palace and followed Mu Nanshan into the palace of Madam Zuo of Dazhang, Mu Nanzhi finally took off the gauze hat.
Lu Minglan was startled by Mu Nanzhi's face, but Mu Nanshan hugged Mu Nanzhi regardless. The originally calm young man seemed to have returned to twelve years ago, when he died. Holding Mu Nanzhi tightly, she choked with sobs: "Eldest sister, eldest sister, I miss you every day..."
Mu Nanzhi also burst into tears: "Me too, Shan'er, I miss you and my mother so much."
Lu Minglan's eyes were moist, but he didn't lose his composure. He called Ji Xiang over to ask about Mu Nanzhi's spring acne.
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Lu Minglan took Mu Nanzhi and Mu Nanshan to visit the seriously ill Khan, and then she held a banquet in the palace to honor Mu Nanzhi.
Mu Nanzhi looked at all the women in the harem flattering and apologizing, and looked at Lu Minglan's unfathomable face sitting on the throne, half-smiling but not smiling. She felt an indescribable emptiness in her heart. She looked at the greasy roast lamb in front of her. There were steaks, nondescript Sixi meatballs and steamed pork with rice flour, which left her no appetite at all. Even the most authentic milk tea in Beidi felt too fishy to her.
This kind of dinner was familiar and unfamiliar to her. She would attend it several times a year in Dali. Every time, she would accompany her carefully and smile. No matter how delicious the dish was, she would only dare to pick it up with three chopsticks at most. But she didn't expect that Fu Yi Back in Beidi, it was just the same.
No, the person who is accompanying Xing Xing with a smiling face now is someone else. She is now the legitimate princess, and her mother is already the most noble woman in Beidi.
It's just that Mu Nanzhi felt very strange looking at Lu Minglan sitting on the throne. Her mother was no longer the poor low-level concubine who always had tears in her eyes. Now no one dares to call her a big concubine anymore. No one dared to hit Li Lai's charming fox anymore. Now she was extremely noble and aloof. She looked down at the group of women who had brought her endless humiliation, but now they were obediently crawling at her feet.
Her expression was cold and playful.
Mu Nanzhi didn't dare to look any further, and she lowered her head silently.
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The eighth day of August in the 20th year of Jiasheng
It was a cloudless day, with a scorching sun in the sky, and a group of northern geese fluttering their wings and flying south.
Mu Nazhi changed into Princess Beidi's auspicious dress, which was a bit bulky but very gorgeous. The princess crown on her head was inlaid with huge pearls and various gemstones and beeswax. It was so gorgeous and complicated that she could not help but hunched over from the pressure.